Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

The bus slowly drove into the underground passage.

The atmosphere inside the car gradually quieted down.

Quagliarella gazed out the window at the approaching stadium, then suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"Speaking of which..."

"Last season we got thrashed five times here."

He held up five fingers and waved them in the air.

His tone was understated, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness:

"0 to 5".

"The entire match was basically a complete stomp on the floor."

"What's your solution?"

Quagliarella shook his head.

"No, really."

"Once they pick up the pace, we can't even hold onto the ball."

These words were spoken.

The relaxed atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became somewhat heavy.

Not far away.

B. Fei was leaning back in his seat, resting with his eyes closed.

Upon hearing this...

He slowly opened his eyes.

Another scene instantly flashed into my mind.

Last season.

I'm still in Udinese.

They will also be facing Juventus.

It was also in this intensely competitive atmosphere.

score.

0:4.

It was a match in which they were almost completely outmatched.

B's eyes narrowed slightly.

"This time..."

"We can't go on like that."

"At least……"

……

Night gradually fell.

The sky over Turin was illuminated by lights.

Outside the stadium.

It was already bustling with noise.

Black and white jerseys gathered together like a sea.

Flags fluttered in the wind.

The singing rose and fell in waves.

"Juve!!Juve!!Juve!!!"

The entire area seemed to be shaking.

The bars on both sides of the street were packed with fans.

Some people raised their glasses and shouted, some sang loudly, and others waved scarves, their faces full of enthusiasm.

Inside the stadium.

All the lights are on.

The grass was lush and green.

The stands were already more than half full.

The remaining crowd continued to pour in.

A huge LED screen was displaying the lineups of both teams and promotional footage.

The background music is booming.

The atmosphere gradually reached its peak.

at the same time.

Media live broadcast area.

The camera cuts in.

The familiar voice rang out again.

"Zhuang'er TV Station! Zhuang'er TV Station!"

Good evening, everyone!

He Wei's voice was passionate and rhythmic:

"Welcome to the highlight match of the 2016-2017 Italian Serie A season!"

Sampdoria will play Juventus away from home!

Xu Yang nodded in agreement:

"That's right, this is a very exciting match."

"Sampdoria, in particular, just pulled off a stunning upset against Inter Milan in the first round of the new season and are riding high on morale."

He Wei paused slightly, then his tone suddenly changed:

"But we must also remind our viewers!"

"Just last season, on this very same field!"

Sampdoria suffered a crushing 0-5 defeat to Juventus.

Xu Yang nodded:

"We were completely dominated in that match, and had almost no chance to fight back."

He Wei's voice rose again:

"So here's the question!"

"A season has passed!"

"When Sampdoria sets foot on this land again!"

"Can they rewrite their destiny?!"

"And Lin Qi! This rising star of China who has just burst onto the scene!"

"Can he continue his magical performance against a powerhouse like Juventus?!"

Let's wait and see!!!

……

Screen switch.

Pre-match interview area.

The lights are focused.

Microphones were everywhere.

Giampaolo stands in front of the camera.

His expression appeared slightly tense.

Reporter's question:

"Mr. Giampaolo, during your time coaching Empoli last season, you lost both matches against Juventus."

So, what are your thoughts on this match?

The problem arose.

Giampaolo's face visibly stiffened.

next second.

He seemed to be set ablaze.

"first!"

"That was last season!!"

"And that was Empoli!! Not this team now!!"

He spread his hands slightly and spoke faster:

"This is a completely new lineup!"

"A completely new tactical system!"

"A brand new season!!"

"Past matches!"

"It only represents the past!!"

Giampaolo took a deep breath.

His tone was still angry:

"We respect Juventus."

"But we're here! Not to repeat history."

The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment.

Someone couldn't help but mutter to themselves:

"It's getting a bit reddish..."

The scene then shifts again.

The interview area on the other side.

Allegri stood there calmly.

He was dressed in a sharp suit.

His expression was calm.

Reporter's question:

"Mr. Allegri, Sampdoria has recently seen the emergence of a very promising young player, Lin Qi."

"Will you make any special arrangements for him?"

Allegri smiled slightly.

The tone was so calm it was almost detached:

"I've seen many talented players."

"We will not change our preparation methods because of any one person."

He shrugged slightly.

"I'm more concerned about ourselves."

"Last season, we got 91 points."

Paulo Dybala has scored 19 goals.

"The team scored a total of 75 goals in attack."

"These are the data I'd rather remember."

"As for the opponent..."

He smiled faintly:

"We will do what we are supposed to do."

Done.

He nodded slightly.

This indicates the interview is over.

The reporters exchanged glances.

They all wore expressions that said, "I knew it."

This Juventus manager.

It remains the same impeccable style.

Trying to extract some tactical information from him?

impossible.

"That old fox..."

Some people couldn't help but sigh softly.

……

Inside the players' tunnel.

The players from both teams lined up on either side.

Muriel looked up at the opposite side.

Soon, his gaze settled on a familiar face in the crowd.

His teammate on the Colombian national team was Cuadrado.

The two smiled almost simultaneously.

Muriel walked over, and the two hugged tightly.

They patted each other on the back.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries.

The two returned to their respective teams.

His gaze sharpened again.

On the other side.

B. Fei turned slightly to the side and lowered his voice to say to Lin Qi:

"This match..."

"We must take this."

"This time, I have a feeling."

"We really can win."

Lin Qi glanced at him.

He nodded.

Recently.

He watched almost every match video he could find.

The positioning, ball handling, and finishing touches of various forwards...

Disassemble repeatedly.

Repeated simulations.

This isn't just a casual glance.

The research was conducted with the goal of figuring out how to score a goal.

The preparations have been perfected.

"Then let's go all out."

Lin Qi responded in a low voice.

At this time.

Captain Viviano walked over from behind.

He patted Lin Qi on the shoulder.

"After we go out later..."

"Don't be scared."

"The atmosphere here is unusually noisy."

"Tens of thousands of people booed you."

"That sound..."

"It makes you wonder if you're even playing football."

Speaking of it.

Viviano clenched his fist instinctively.

Last season.

That 0-5 defeat.

He is the one standing inside the goal.

Every ball conceded.

Every time the opponent shoots.

Every snort.

They're all like a knife.

It repeatedly pierces the nerves.

Goalkeeper.

It is the loneliest of all positions.

It is also the easiest way to leave psychological trauma.

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