Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

"Ladies and gentlemen!! Welcome to this highly anticipated World Cup match!!"

"What's happening right now is! China vs. Argentina!!!"

"This is a crucial match that will determine whether we advance from the group stage!!"

Lin Qi was taken aback.

Look down at yourself.

He was conspicuously wearing a bright red national team jersey.

Five stars shine on his chest.

My feet are on a green lawn.

On the other side was Argentina, dressed in blue and white stripes.

"Holy crap?"

Lin Qi looked completely bewildered.

"How did I end up at the World Cup?"

Before they could even react...

The sky suddenly darkened.

In the distance, a blinding bolt of lightning ripped through the sky!

Boom!

Thunder exploded.

The audience gasped in surprise.

"Oh no! We're seeing a sudden change in the weather!!"

"Lightning and thunder!! A storm is coming!!"

"This weather is extremely dangerous! Shouldn't the referee consider suspending the game?!"

But the referee on the field just glanced up at the sky.

They showed absolutely no intention of stopping the game.

It still indicates to continue.

"The match continued uninterrupted!!!"

"The referee has decided to continue the proceedings!!"

next second.

pat.

pat.

Large raindrops began to fall.

soon.

It then turned into a torrential downpour.

Lin Qi stood on the field, wiped the water off his face, and suddenly his nose twitched.

"Um?"

in the air.

A strange fragrance wafted over.

It's faint.

sweet.

It carried a hint of... sultry charm that was hard to define.

Lin Qi was taken aback.

"Heather?"

He instinctively took a deep breath.

A look of ecstasy appeared on his face:

"It smells so good..."

Rumble!!

The rain intensified.

In an instant, the entire stadium was flooded.

The turf was soaked until it shone.

The football rolled and then stopped moving.

"No way!! You can still kick it?!"

"The ball isn't rolling anymore!! It's floating!!!"

In just a few dozen seconds.

The water had already reached above my ankles.

A few moments later...

The entire stadium was completely transformed into a swamp.

The goalposts are soaked in water.

The border line disappeared.

The players were all playing football while wading through the water.

The Argentine goalkeeper even started dog-paddling back.

Lin Qi: "???"

...

Beep be ...

The shrill sound of a cell phone alarm suddenly rang.

Lin Qi jolted awake and sat bolt upright in bed.

He was covered in cold sweat.

He was panting heavily.

"Grass……"

"What the hell kind of dream is this?!"

"What kind of outrageous nonsense is this...?"

He rubbed his temples and paused for a few seconds.

suddenly.

He saw that his attributes within the frame in front of him had changed.

Physical fitness: 30 → 30.01

Lin Qi was stunned for a moment.

"what?"

Lin Qi was stunned.

Completely bewildered.

"no……"

"You can increase your stats just by sleeping?!"

He lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

"Could it be... that playing in the World Cup in your dreams counts as training?"

I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

Lin Qi simply shook his head.

who cares.

Any increase is a good thing.

next second.

He suddenly realized.

"broken."

"We're taking a plane to the away game today!"

Lin Qi jumped out of bed.

I started frantically packing my luggage.

Sneakers, shin guards, toiletries, training clothes... I stuffed them all into my bag.

……

Match day.

The entire Sampdoria team traveled by bus to Juventus' home stadium.

The scenery outside the car window flashed by.

As the vehicle slowly entered the city, the magnificent and modern stadium in the distance gradually came into view.

The silver and black facade gleams in the sunlight, and the streamlined steel frame structure rises high like the spine of a giant beast, creating a powerful sense of oppression.

Two towering, spire-like supports stand against the sky, like knights' lances guarding the throne.

soon.

The bus drove into the outer passage.

Many of the young players inside the car couldn't help but lean out of the window to look out.

"Holy shit..."

"That's an exaggeration..."

"That's so cool."

The young Linetti standing next to Muriel stared wide-eyed.

I couldn't help but sigh softly:

"Is this... the Juventus Stadium?"

"It's officially called Allianz Arena now."

Someone nearby immediately corrected him.

"However, older fans still prefer to call it the Juventus Stadium."

"Damn, this is so much like the atmosphere of a wealthy family..."

"Just looking outside makes me feel like I can't breathe."

"Our home stadium looks like a community park compared to this..."

A group of young players who had just arrived in Serie A chatted amongst themselves.

His tone was full of envy.

On the other side...

Muriel slumped in his seat, wearing sunglasses, his head tilted against the window, yawning incessantly.

My eye bags are almost drooping.

"Haa—"

He let out another huge yawn.

His eyes were vacant.

It felt as if my soul had been hollowed out.

Lin Qi glanced at him, his lips twitching slightly:

"What did you do last night?"

Muriel rubbed his dark circles, looking utterly dejected.

"Don't even mention it..."

"I just... went out to relax for a bit."

Lin Qi raised an eyebrow:

"Nightclubs?"

Muriel coughed lightly:

"How can you call it a nightclub when it involves professional athletes?"

"That's called... pre-match mental relaxation therapy."

Lin Qi: "..."

Judging from your appearance, you look like you're about to die suddenly. You've probably relaxed too much.

And the front row.

Head coach Giampaolo had a furrowed brow and looked unusually serious.

His gaze remained fixed ahead.

He was clearly distracted.

He barely slept a wink last night.

the reason is simple.

The first two rounds of the season.

Their opponents are Inter Milan and Juventus.

This schedule is like a hellish start.

Although we won the first round.

But the problem is...

The win was absolutely stunning.

Lin Qi suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Two goals blew Inter Milan apart.

Now the entire Italian league is studying them.

Especially these sudden tactical surprise attacks.

Any top coach's first reaction after a match would be...

Crazy video analysis.

Giampaolo understands this very well.

A cunning old fox like Allegri could never be as unprepared as de Boer.

"In the last game, we were able to exploit the information gap..."

"This match might not be so easy..."

He murmured softly.

Various scenarios kept playing out in my mind:

What if Lin Qi is under close surveillance?

What if B fee is locked?

What if the attacking advance is blocked?

What if the opponent figurees out the two forwards' combination strategy in advance?

After all.

He knew it in his heart.

The previous bet on Lin Qi was essentially a gamble.

It's just that I won the bet.

However, this kind of betting method cannot guarantee a win every time.

"A Plan B must be prepared..."

"Even Option C..."

Giampaolo rubbed his temples, his expression growing increasingly anxious.

On the other side...

Quagliarella was sitting next to Lin Qi, smiling as he looked out the window at the familiar stadium.

His eyes held a hint of nostalgia.

"Kid."

"You know what?"

"I used to... win three league championships here."

Lin Qi turned his head:

"Oh?"

Quagliarella patted his chest with a smile:

"Although I'm a substitute most of the time."

"But the champion's medal is real."

"2011, 2012, 2013."

"Juventus were incredibly strong during those years."

As he spoke, a hint of emotion crossed his eyes.

"But when I was young, things weren't as smooth as they are now."

"When I first started my professional career, I was playing for small teams in lower leagues."

"The stadium was in terrible condition, like a vegetable patch, and the locker room was so dilapidated it let in drafts."

"I'm earning minimum wage, renting apartments everywhere, and constantly worrying about being laid off."

"Many times I've felt that this is probably how my life will be."

Quagliarella smiled gently.

"Until later, step by step, they were kicked out."

"I joined the national team for the first time in 2007."

Speaking of which...

A hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

"What a pity..."

"But at that time, Italy had already begun its decline."

"Missed the 06 World Cup."

"I didn't achieve any significant honors in the European Championship or the World Cup after that."

He shrugged and smiled in a forced, relaxed manner:

"National team champion, continental championship... none of them."

"To be honest, it's quite a pity."

Quagliarella looked into the distance, her voice lowered:

"I really hope I'll have another chance in the future... to win some national team honors."

Done.

He couldn't help but laugh first.

He patted his belly.

"Never mind."

"At my age..."

"He's practically become the locker room mascot."

Lin Qi smiled upon hearing this:

"Don't say that, you can still kick."

Quagliarella laughed heartily:

"Of course."

"I can still work hard for a few more years!"

He then turned his gaze to Lin Qi, his tone becoming more serious:

"But you're different."

You are still young.

"Your future path is far longer than mine."

……