At the dining table, soft light fell upon the two, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere. However, Lin Feng's sudden words broke this serenity.
"Snyder, I want to bring my mother over," Lin Feng's voice was low and slightly trembling. He gently rubbed the chopsticks in his hand, his gaze fixed on the distance, as if traversing thousands of mountains and rivers to return to his distant hometown.
Snyder put down his cutlery and looked at Lin Feng seriously, sensing the heaviness and sadness in his words. He knew that Lin Feng's mother's sacrifices and contributions to the family over the years had always been an unspoken pain in Lin Feng's heart.
"You know, it hasn't been easy for my mother these years," Lin Feng's voice trembled, tears glistening in his eyes. He recalled how, when his mother and father first arrived in England, they worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk, even ignoring their own discomfort, just so he could play football and earn a little more money. And whenever he asked about his mother's health, she would always lightly dismiss it, telling him to focus on his training.
"I still remember, once when I came home, I found my mother had collapsed from overwork. But she refused to go to the hospital, just took some simple medicine at home and continued working. At that moment, I truly felt so useless, unable to share more of her burden," Lin Feng's voice carried endless self-reproach and regret.
Listening to Lin Feng's narration, Snyder couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy and respect. He deeply understood the price a mother is willing to pay for her child's growth and happiness.
He gently held Lin Feng's hand and softly said, "Lin Feng, your mother is a great mother. She has given too much for you, and you should be proud of her. Now, you have the ability to give her a better life, and this is what you should do."
As dinner concluded, Lin Feng and Snyder shared a warm and touching evening. The next morning, as the first ray of sunlight streamed into the room, Snyder had already packed his bags, ready to depart for England to handle the arrangements for Lin Feng's mother. Lin Feng stood at the door, watching Snyder's departing back, his heart filled with gratitude and anticipation.
Not long after Snyder left, Lin Feng's vacation also came to an end. He bid farewell to the warmth and care Snyder had left behind and, along with Pau Torres, took a car to the Villarreal training base. Outside the car window, the scenery flashed by, but Lin Feng's mood was unusually calm. He knew that a new journey was about to begin, and he had to be ready to meet the challenges.
When they arrived at the training base, Lin Feng was surprised to find Coach Escribá had already arrived early at the field. The spry old man was busy directing staff to set up the training ground, appearing exceptionally focused and dedicated. Seeing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but marvel at Coach Escribá's passion and commitment to football.
"It seems the Head Coach has high expectations for our training," Pau Torres said to Lin Feng with a smile.
Lin Feng nodded and replied, "Yes, it seems we need to be prepared to meet the challenge."
The two chatted as they walked towards the training ground. When they entered the field, Coach Escribá had already arranged a series of training drills.
Before training began, Coach Escribá stood in the center of the field, his gaze sharp as he scanned every player present. He was dressed in a neat tracksuit, his silver-white hair gleaming in the sun, looking particularly energetic. The Villarreal First Team members gathered one after another, their faces filled with anticipation for training and a desire for victory.
Escribá cleared his throat and began to speak. His voice was loud and firm, as if an invisible force was motivating every player. "I am very satisfied with our current performance," he said with a smile, his eyes revealing pride and relief.
"After a sluggish start to the season, we bounced back thanks to our teamwork and relentless effort. This is the result of everyone's hard work, and I am proud of you all," Escribá's words were full of praise and recognition for his players.
He paused, his gaze becoming even more determined and profound. "In the next La Liga match, we will face our opponent at home. I hope we can secure another victory and bring joy and glory to our fans." His voice was filled with a yearning and anticipation for victory.
In the next La Liga match, Villarreal will host Osasuna at the Estadio de la Cerámica. Osasuna has not performed well this season, repeatedly finding themselves in the relegation zone, and are not favored by the public. The media have widely predicted that this team is likely to secure a relegation spot by the end of the season.
Osasuna's Head Coach, Monreal, is an iconic silver-haired elder, his long hair shimmering in the sunlight like a mark of time, bearing witness to his long football career.
Since 1988, he has played for Osasuna as a player, with loyalty and passion deeply imprinted in his football DNA. After retiring, he stepped into the coaching role for Osasuna B team in 2006, dedicating himself to youth development, sowing seeds of hope for the team's future.
However, when he was promoted to Head Coach of the First Team last year, the challenges he faced were far greater than expected.
This season, Monreal's coaching as the Head Coach of the First Team has not been smooth. As of now, his team has not secured a single victory in La Liga, which has left outsiders worried about Osasuna's prospects, with some even believing the team will be relegated this season.
In La Liga, if one were to mention Head Coaches who are obsessed with offensive tactics, Monreal is undoubtedly among the best. His fanaticism and dedication to offense often lead him to prioritize attacking to suppress opponents, viewing defense as a secondary concern in his tactical arrangements. However, the practical results this season have not been as he wished; Osasuna has conceded 10 goals in 5 League matches while only scoring 4.
Such an imbalance between offense and defense has led to Monreal's offensive tactics being heavily questioned. Many believe that his excessive pursuit of offense while neglecting the importance of defense has caused the team to concede goals frequently, and the attacking end has also struggled to achieve ideal goal numbers. Monreal's tactical philosophy seems somewhat out of place in the current fiercely competitive La Liga.
When Villarreal's Head Coach Escribá faced Osasuna's Monreal, he knew well of his opponent's offensive fanaticism. Monreal likes to play an attacking game, and Escribá decided to meet offense with offense, ready to compete with him. Escribá had ample confidence in his attacking players, believing their strength and skill were sufficient to contend with Osasuna.
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