I Am Jose

During halftime, Vázquez didn't notice Mallorca's targeted tactics. He simply felt that Mallorca's defensive recovery was still quite solid. However, he still believed that with his team's offense, they would certainly be able to tear apart the opponent's defense...

Thus, he didn't come up with any specific tactical adjustments. He only asked for a more aggressive attack in the second half, with the full-backs also moving wide to disrupt the opponent's defense, without worrying too much about Mallorca's counterattacks, especially since Mallorca lacked fast players up front. Even though Tristan was great, he still needed support from the midfield.

So, at the beginning of the second half, Rayo Vallecano continued their aggressive attacks from the first half. They kept passing the ball back and forth in midfield before launching offensive moves, trying to wear down Mallorca's defense and create openings.

In contrast to Rayo Vallecano's relentless attacking play, Mallorca's defense could be described as "immovable as a mountain." Even though Vallecano's players continuously moved the ball around, trying to break through, Mallorca's defenders remained firmly in place inside their penalty area, blocking crosses from the wings and cutting off any central penetrations. When an opportunity arose, they would clear the ball long to Tristan up front, buying time for a breather.

José stood in front of the coaching area, watching everything unfold. He knew that his offensive tactics couldn't be deployed carelessly when there were no clear opportunities. At least, they couldn't afford to raise the opponent's alertness. Before that, his main concern was ensuring that his team could defend effectively against the opponent's attacks.

Though confident in Mallorca's defensive ability, José knew that the football field often brought unexpected events. Even the best defense could sometimes be broken by a careless attack.

When a through ball from Sembranos just outside the penalty box was met by striker Canaval, who hit the post with an acrobatic volley, José's heart skipped a beat. He only began to relax when Franco scrambled to smother the ball under him, the pounding in his chest slowly subsiding.

"Damn it, managing a professional team really isn't the same as managing a youth team... This is intense!" José wiped away a bead of sweat and thought to himself—though he always seemed mature in front of his players, he wasn't even thirty yet, counting his age before his rebirth.

After that missed chance, Rayo Vallecano's offensive momentum slowed down a little. However, they quickly launched another attack!