Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Yuto Nagatomo's lips moved slightly.

But he didn't say anything.

It felt like... you made all the right defensive choices.

But the result was completely wrong.

Not far away.

Medel put her hands on her hips, let out a heavy sigh, and shook her head.

It's not that I'm unwilling to accept it.

It's more like... admitting defeat.

Jason Murillo stood there, his eyes somewhat vacant.

He didn't even get back to his position immediately.

Just looking at the line that Lin Qi had just started.

It's like it's playing over and over again in my mind.

But the more I replay it, the more chaotic it becomes.

Miranda walked back slowly, her steps unhurried, even somewhat heavy.

He glanced at his teammates, then at the goalkeeper.

He didn't speak.

This moment.

No one discussed taking sides anymore, and no one argued about whose responsibility it was.

Because they vaguely realized one thing:

That last shot wasn't a case of anyone making a mistake in defense.

It was not that all of them combined couldn't stop Lin Qi!

……

China's live broadcast room.

The barrage of comments is beyond just "numerous"; it's like a flood bursting its banks!

There was almost no gap on the screen; the text was layered on top of each other, even obscuring the game footage.

-【Aa ...

- [Haha! Look at Nagatomo's expression, it's like he's saying: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?!]

-【No way?! Our country really has such amazing players?! A beautiful rose blooming in the desert?!】

Lin Qi is not a rose! He's a thorny cactus!

- [This play was actually completed in three stages. Lin Qi's first backheel was key, directly deceiving Nagatomo's center of gravity. Medel reacted by pressing forward, but was simultaneously taken away. Then Bruno Fernandes' back pass was crucial, completely disrupting the rhythm of the game and cutting off the defense!]

-【That's right! The difficulty isn't in the coordination, but in Lin Qi's timing! To put it simply, it wasn't about speed, it was about perfect timing!】

- [That's the instinct of a top striker!]

……

On the other side...

The home team's coaching bench.

After the revelry subsided slightly, Giampaolo finally sat back down in his chair.

He was breathing heavily, and his hands were still trembling slightly.

The teaching assistant leaned closer and lowered his voice:

"Commander..."

"Should we consider... substituting him out?"

Giampaolo was taken aback by what he heard.

I subconsciously looked at the figure on the field who was still surrounded by his teammates.

"It's only his first game."

"There are two balls now."

"The other party seems to be in a bad mood right now, and they are likely to take action next."

Another teaching assistant added:

"Furthermore, we don't yet know where his physical limits lie."

"If we continue playing, the risks are increasing."

Paul Giampaolo didn't speak, but just stared at Lin Qi with a complicated expression.

Excitement, surprise, and a little... unease.

He knows the rhythm of Serie A all too well.

When the opponent begins to lose their composure.

The competition is no longer just a competition.

He slowly nodded:

"Prepare to make a substitution."

He paused for a moment.

He added another sentence:

"Protect him."

The teaching assistant immediately turned around to make arrangements.

Giampaolo leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

His gaze never left the field, as if he were looking at a newly discovered treasure, yet he had to carefully put it away.

……

68 minutes.

The fourth official held up the LED number plate high on the sidelines.

"We see Coach Giampaolo make his first substitution of the game, replacing Lin Qi, who just scored two goals!"

"The veteran Quagliarella has been brought on! Coach Xu, what are your thoughts on this substitution?!"

Xu Yang adjusted his headphones, leaned back, and his tone clearly shifted into technical analysis mode:

"I think this is a very typical and quite mature personnel replacement decision."

"First of all, Lin Qi's role during this period was actually a combination of high-level pressure and deep-seated threats."

"His presence forced Inter Milan's entire defense to push back very far, preventing them from advancing easily."

"But now the game is around the 70-minute mark."

"Physical fitness, intensity of the confrontation, and the opponent's emotions are all changing."

"If you keep Lin Qi on the field, there are actually two risks."

He held up two fingers:

"First, the opponent has started to play targeted defense, and there is even a possibility of tactical fouls or emotional actions."

"Secondly, this is his first match since turning professional from amateur, and we don't know where his physical limits are."

He Wei nodded and added softly:

"So, this substitution is actually a 'protective substitution'?!"

Xu Yang immediately continued:

"Yes, and it's not just about protection."

"When you brought on Quagliarella, you were essentially switching up your attacking model."

"Lin Qi is more of a finishing striker, emphasizing vertical tearing."

"Quagliarella, on the other hand, is a typical experienced target man."

"He can drop back to receive the ball, act as a wall, or even finish with a long-range shot."

"This means that Sampdoria will likely shift from a fast-paced attack behind the defense to controlling the tempo and running down the clock."

He Wei's eyes lit up:

"The two goals changed more than just the score."

"It also changed the rhythm and logic of the entire game."

……

Lin Qi walked towards the sidelines.

The moment the substitution board on the sidelines lit up.

The entire stadium was stunned!

Everyone was focused on one thing: "Should we replace him?"

next second.

In the Sampdoria stands, boos, gasps, and shouts mingled together, creating an extremely complex yet unified emotion... reluctance to part.

"NO—!!!"

Some people were waving their scarves wildly, shouting as they did so:

"Kick a little longer!! Kick a little longer!!!"

Followed by.

applause.

It surged up like a tide.

From scattered to orderly.

From a single area to the entire stadium.

Everyone stand up!

The applause was thunderous!

Quagliarella stretched out his hand and patted Lin Qi's chest hard.

"Well done, kid!"

The two passed each other by.

Without saying much, Giampaolo gave Lin Qi a big hug.

The teaching assistants also gathered around, some patting him on the shoulder, some giving him a thumbs up, and some patting him on the head.

Lin Qi was surrounded as he walked toward the substitutes' bench.

As soon as I sat down, the person next to me immediately handed me water and a towel.

At that moment, he was extremely, extremely, extremely tired.

If Giannis doesn't make substitutions, he'll voluntarily request to be replaced.

With a physical fitness level of only 15, the only reason I've managed to hold on until now is because of my own walking, but I'm already completely exhausted.

There's no way around it, who wouldn't want to be like a tireless engine, sprinting across the entire field? Our current capabilities simply don't allow it!

Honestly, it's such a pity!

That Muriel, that one-on-one chance! An 85% scoring rate, and he just missed it!

This directly affects the system's post-match evaluation, okay?!

What will I get as a reward after the competition this time?!

……