Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Not far away.

Torreira stands with his hands on his hips.

His gaze was fixed intently on the person opposite him.

Dybala seemed to sense something.

Slowly raise your head.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

There was no smell of gunpowder.

There was no provocation.

Dybala simply curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

She returned a faint smile.

next second.

The end of the passage.

The referee raised his hand to signal.

"Ready to enter the game!"

The music is ringing.

The lights suddenly intensified.

The players from both teams began to move forward slowly.

The moment I stepped out of the passage...

sound.

It exploded instantly.

"JUUUUUUUUUUVE!!!!!"

The entire Juventus Stadium seemed to be set ablaze.

On the stands.

The giant TIFO slowly unfolded.

A giant black and white screen covered half of the stands.

It features the Juventus crest and a crown symbolizing victory.

On both sides were countless waving scarves and flags.

Rolling like waves.

Smoke grenades are launched.

White smoke filled the air.

The singing was deafening.

"Fino alla fine——!!!"

Each syllable struck my chest like a hammer blow.

The Sampdoria players had just stepped onto the grass.

The boos came crashing down like a tsunami.

"BOOOOOOOOO——!!!"

That wasn't just ordinary booing.

It was a wave of voices, filled with oppression and hostility, emanating from tens of thousands of people simultaneously.

Lin Qi stood on the field.

My eardrum vibrated slightly.

The chest cavity resonated.

He looked up and glanced around.

Instead, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"That's interesting."

……

The commentary booth at Zhuang'er TV station.

He Wei's voice was high-pitched:

"Dear viewers!!"

"The players from both sides have now entered the field!!!"

"The match is about to begin!!!"

Xu Yang quickly replied:

Let's take a look at the starting lineups for both sides!

"Juventus, the home team, are sticking to their familiar system: 4-2-3-1!"

Goalkeeper: Buffon!

"Defense line: Lichtsteiner, Bonucci, Chiellini, Alex Sandro!"

Midfielders: Cuadrado, Khedira, Pjanic, Asamoah!

"Forwards: Dybala, Higuain!"

He Wei continued speaking very quickly:

"And for the away team, Sampdoria!"

Goalkeeper: Viviano!

"Defense line: Sala, Silvestre, Skriniar, Regini."

Midfielders: Torreira, Linetty, Praet.

"The front three..."

He paused.

The tone suddenly rose:

"Lin Qi!! Muriel!! Bruno Fernandes!!!"

"This attacking combination tore apart Inter Milan's defense in the last match!!!"

"Then tonight!"

"Can they create another storm at Juventus' home ground?!"

……

Beep—!!

The referee blew his whistle.

The competition has officially begun!

Juventus have possession of the kickoff.

There was almost no probing.

The ball has just been pushed out of the center circle!

The rhythm was instantly set to full speed!

"Huh?! Juventus' opening... is really strong!!"

"Completely no observation! Immediately accelerate the attack!"

Xu Yang was also somewhat surprised.

The ball spun rapidly between the black and white jerseys.

One kick, two kicks, three kicks...

There were almost no unnecessary pauses.

Transfer to the middle lane.

Advance along the flanks.

Back to the middle lane.

The passing routes seemed to have been pre-planned.

Everyone knows what to do next.

No one is sticking the ball.

No one hesitated.

"This coordination...it's like mercury flowing freely!!"

He Wei's voice was clearly filled with shock.

Dybala dropped back to the center circle to receive the ball.

A gentle tap.

He instantly broke free from the attack.

look up.

Direct drive.

The ball pierced through two defensive lines.

It landed on the right side of the penalty area.

Knock it horizontally again!

"Beautiful!! That punch went right through!!!"

Finally, I was teleported to the door.

Higuain leaps high!

A powerful header!

"Danger!!!"

The ball speed is not fast.

The angle wasn't particularly tricky either.

Viviano held the ball securely in his arms.

"call……"

Xu Yang breathed a sigh of relief:

"Luckily, this time it hit the mark quite squarely!"

He Wei's tone remained tense:

"But this attack is already very threatening!!"

Away team stands.

Sampdoria fans gasped in surprise.

"ah!!!"

"Holy crap, that almost went in!!!"

"What the hell is this starting point?!"

Many people immediately covered their heads.

His face was pale.

This scene is all too familiar.

Last season.

Right here.

They conceded a goal early in the game.

The defenses then completely collapsed.

The final score was 0-5.

"No...!"

"I hope it doesn't happen again..."

……

On the field.

Lin Qi stood in the front field.

His gaze, however, was unusually calm.

I've been frantically studying football knowledge these past few days, and I can already see some of it.

That last wave of attacks.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he is strong.

But in his current understanding...

I've already vaguely figured out what's going on.

"The pace... is too fast."

Juventus' strategy is very clear.

The pace quickened at the start.

They didn't give Sampdoria any time to adapt.

By using a series of one-touch passes, they dragged the game into their familiar rhythm.

And nobody works alone.

Everyone is serving the whole.

It operates like a precision machine.

Lin Qi's gaze quickly settled on one person.

Dybala.

"The location... is very deep."

He almost dropped back to the midfield playmaking area.

It is not the endpoint.

Rather, it is the hub.

"He's in charge of pushing it forward."

Lin Qi quickly made a judgment in his mind.

Dybala receives the ball, passes it on, and delivers a through ball.

Then, someone else in the frontcourt finishes the final blow.

The sacrifice has ended.

To improve overall smoothness.

"interesting……"

……

Sidelines.

Allegri slowly stood up.

His expression remained calm.

One hand was in his pocket.

With the other hand, make a gesture gently.

Press it down.

Continue to pressurize.

Keep the rhythm going.

His movements were minimal.

However, it is highly targeted.

The players on the field executed the order almost immediately.

Allegri's gaze swept casually across the front field.

He sneered inwardly:

"What genius rising star...?"

"Serie A is such a place!"

"When a weak team pulls off an upset, a few 'geniuses' will always emerge."

"It's the media's old trick."

He shook his head gently.

Their attention returned to their own team's formation and operations.

"pity……"

"You've encountered Juventus."

"It's this well-established and mature system."

"Squad depth, tactical execution, and match experience!"

"Complete crushing defeat."

"At De Boer's level!"

"You dare compare yourself to me?"

Allegri's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

……

On the other side...

Sampdoria coaching bench.

The atmosphere was noticeably more tense.

The teaching assistant said quickly in a low voice:

"They dropped Dybala deep to act as the pivot in the attacking third."

"Sacrifice his finishing ability."

Another person added:

"But this way... the defensive positioning is more stable, and the midfielders don't blindly push forward."

"They are very well prepared to prevent us from counter-attacking."

"Once we intercept the ball..."

"It's difficult to make a call immediately."

Giampaolo was standing on the sidelines.

He paced back and forth.

His hands were unconsciously rubbing together.

"This can't go on..."

He muttered to himself.

"They completely took over the rhythm..."

"If you keep pressing like that..."

"It's only a matter of time before we concede a goal..."

He looked towards the field.

His expression grew increasingly anxious.

Even if we get the ball...

"We can't get out."

"We can't get out at all..."

"They pressed back too quickly in the attacking third..."

Giampaolo stopped in his tracks.

He stared intently at the field.

That feeling...

It's like being covered by an invisible net.

The more you struggle.

The more suffocating.

……