From the Country Team To the Rich

At the beginning of the game, the two sides first entered the trial stage.

Hoffenheim did not attack recklessly, they tried cautiously.

In any case, the Barcelona midfield led by Ferdinand was very different from all the midfielders they had encountered before.

This is a real top midfielder, and once they make a mistake, they will be used accurately by the opponent.

Hoffenheim is still relying on the width of the field to continue to swing, and Barcelona's formation is also constantly moving towards the left and right sides.

They don't seem to be in a hurry.

While directing his teammates, Ferdinando observed Habr's running position.

He knew that this young man carrying Hoffenheim's No. 8 was the brain of the entire team.

How to predict the opponent's offensive line, you must start with the opponent's core midfielder.

However, Ferdinando was a little puzzled.

He has watched some videos of Habr playing football, all of which are full of aggressive styles, but this game is abnormally cautious.

Cowardly?

Ferdinando secretly laughed in his heart, so a rookie is still a rookie, and it is difficult to grow if he has not experienced the baptism of top-level competitions.

Thinking of this, Ferdinando directed his teammates to speed up the pace of pressing.

The sudden pressure made Hoffenheim somewhat inapplicable.

Huber also felt the change in the opponent.

This is like, in the trial between the two sides, Barcelona took the lead in showing the sword.

If you change to an ordinary person, it is estimated that you will continue to retreat, and we will talk about it after a wave.

But Harble is not this character.

I saw him licking the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of anticipation, and at the same time he took a few steps forward.

At the same time, Ranier's pass also came in front of him.

Habr suddenly speeded up, rushed to the point where the ball landed, and pumped the ball to the left wing.

Leo sprints back and forth slightly to get rid of Barcelona full-back Pofitet,

He touched the ball first, then suddenly paused, then changed direction and accelerated, completing the escape.

"Shit!"

Pofit cursed secretly, and immediately rushed over to grab the ball.

But Leo suddenly took a side step and directly blocked him.

Pofit's footsteps were chaotic, subconsciously adjusting small steps, and it was this adjustment that resulted in two body distances, and Leo also took advantage of the situation to enter the penalty area.

"Nice breakout and card slot!"

The German commentator got up excitedly.

The Hoffenheim fans at the scene also craned their necks excitedly. Can this ball be scored?

With all the attention, Leo made a shot, and Barcelona central defender Umm hurriedly blocked it.

With a bang, the ball was volleyed out.

But in the next second, it hit Wumu's instep and was refracted, still flying towards the goal.

At this time, Barcelona's goalkeeper had already made a save to the right, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about the ball.

At this moment, everyone held their breath.

They watched the ball fall towards the goal, hit the crossbar with a 'ding', and bounced out.

"ah!!!!!!"

The German narrator held his head and wailed: "It's almost! It's almost! Damn the beam!"

Leo also hugged his head and lay down on the ground, feeling helpless in his heart.

Soon, other Hoffenheim players came over to comfort him.

Although there was no goal, this shot greatly boosted Hoffenheim's morale.

Looking at Barcelona, ​​everyone was stunned.

They almost conceded the ball just now.

Especially the central defender Umm, who made the block, looked at his toes in a daze, feeling terrified in his heart.

Just now, I almost scored an own goal!

This shot directly gave Barcelona a wake-up call.

Hoffenheim's rhythm changes made them a little overwhelmed.

Although it is also playing traditionally, Hoffenheim's scoring method is obviously much more fancy and aggressive than Barcelona, ​​which emphasizes step by step.

Ferdinando crossed his hips and spat aside, he was a little depressed.

He didn't expect Hoffenheim to make such a choice, and almost let them kick it.

The shot just made him break out in a cold sweat.

Turning his head to look at Habr who was running towards the corner, Ferdinand's expression became serious.

All right! I admit, this guy is no rookie!

 …

Hoffenheim wins a corner.

The opening corner was important for them.

Habr is ready to kick off, and his goal is clear, passing the ball to Warim.

And Varim is also ready to head the ball.

The corner kick was taken and flew straight to the middle.

The crowd became chaotic in an instant.

In the chaos, Varim inserted from behind, resisted the pressure of the two, rose up, and hit the ball with a lion shake.

The ball flies to the far point.

The Barcelona goalkeeper was terrified, and he didn't make any saves.

But at this time, another Barcelona full-back Papanit just blocked in front of the right goal post, and directly pushed the ball out with his chest.

The ball flew high and flew towards the outside of the penalty area.

But in the next second, Habr suddenly appeared at the landing point, facing the falling ball with a volley.

This long-range shot was powerful and heavy, and it was extremely concealed when it passed under Ranie's crotch.

But he was still discovered by the Barcelona goalkeeper, and immediately fell sideways, blocking the ball with both hands.

But the strength is too great, some let go.

The Barcelona goalkeeper couldn't help using both hands and feet, rushed to the second landing point in embarrassment, threw his whole body, and pressed the ball tightly under him before everyone else.

And it wasn't until this moment that the entire stadium made a 'whoosh' sound.

That was the news that the fans, who had been holding their breath, were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Whether it is Hoffenheim fans or Barcelona away fans, they are almost starved of oxygen.

At the same time, in the commentary booth, the commentator blushed and shouted: "Three consecutive attacks, each kick has enough threats, Barcelona received a fierce attack from Hoffenheim after the opening."

"Ferdinando's choice of pressing almost caused the team to lose points. Three shots, three shots on the goal frame, and almost made a goal. How can Barcelona not adjust? They will be in danger!"

Along with the commentator's words, the angry voice of the Barcelona coach came from the sidelines.

"Pick me up!!!——"

"Remember! It's a game! What are you idiots doing? Offense and defense suck like shit."

The coach's roar woke up the Barcelona players.

They were in a state of fear at the moment, and if that goal went in, it would be a hell of a start for them.

They did have the element of underestimating the enemy, but they were frightened by Hoffenheim before they kept this kind of thinking for a long time.

So, who said that these guys play pass control like them?

Their pass control is not like this!

That kind of continuous and continuous attack almost scared them out of shit.

For the first time, they knew that they could attack so aggressively by kicking pass control!

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