Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

"The goalkeeper shifted his focus to the center first."

"The ball is fast to begin with, and the angle is tricky."

"But once it deflects, the ball is guaranteed to go in."

"The goalkeeper had no time to react at all."

"So the goal belongs to Muriel, but the greatest credit definitely goes to Lin Qi's individual ability."

On the other side of the field.

Florence manager Paulo Sousa stood there, watching the scoreboard change from 1-0 to 2-0.

At that moment, he finally understood completely.

Lin Qi's problem wasn't a lack of physical strength.

There is no such thing as a conservative kicking style after physical fatigue.

He's been playing from the very beginning.

For the first twenty minutes or so, they kept passing the ball around, treating Florence as a passing training ground.

Once Florence got used to his passes, he suddenly started to break through again.

Just when everyone thought he was going to cross the ball, he unleashed a powerful shot that almost knocked his teammate's teeth out.

That outburst just now.

That speed with the ball.

That kind of shooting power.

How does he look like a player who has just finished a series of continental matches and is not in good physical condition?

Paulo Sousa's expression grew increasingly grim.

To put it bluntly.

From the very beginning, Lin Qi did not consider Purple Lily a worthy opponent to attack with all his might.

He used this game to test his assists.

I've tried enough.

Then fire another heavy artillery shot.

And then they got in again.

Although it is a refraction.

But so what?

The score is now 2-0 on the scoreboard.

Paulo Sousa let out a long breath.

Want to win this game?

The probability is roughly the same as someone winning the lottery twice in a week.

Even more terrifying.

Lin Qi had been passing the ball the whole time.

Now he has proven that he can shoot at any time.

How should Florence defend next?

He blocked the pass, and then he shot.

He blocked the shot and passed the ball.

He was surrounded by multiple opponents, which allowed his teammates to be promoted.

He was being marked alone, but he broke through on his own.

How can we kick it like that?

……

The Florence players on the field dared not think that far ahead.

Or rather, they are unwilling to think that deeply.

Tomovic clapped his hands.

"It's just a refraction!"

"Bad luck!"

Gonzalo Rodriguez also shouted to his teammates:

"It's okay!"

"There's still time!"

Astori, however, forced himself to remain calm.

"Focus your attention!"

"Don't concede another goal in the first half!"

Bernardeschi gritted his teeth and carried the ball back to the center circle.

"Only two places behind."

"We can get it back."

Kalinic also kept clapping.

Give me the ball!

"Let's go first!"

Everyone is telling themselves that.

The second ball was just luck.

It's just a refraction.

Muriel just happened to be in the path of the shot.

But no one dared to think any further.

Because once they admit that before that deflection, Lin Qi had already completely torn apart Florence's right flank defense with speed and feints, their mentality might collapse on the spot.

……

The game has restarted.

Muriel covered his mouth and returned to the frontcourt.

His speech was already somewhat slurred.

Yet he still held one finger high.

The first goal of the season.

Although the price was a tooth.

But at least.

The goal account is finally open.

The first half has entered its final minute.

Ferrero left the VIP box early on.

Clutching a stack of printed speech drafts, he walked briskly toward the players' tunnel while pulling the club's public relations director aside for a final check.

"Play the video first."

"Then the trophy comes out."

"Announce the youth training plan again."

"The product comes last."

"Don't mess up the order."

The public relations manager nodded repeatedly.

"clear."

"The young Chinese players and their parents have been picked up and are waiting backstage."

As soon as Ferrero stepped out of the players' tunnel, the Ferraris Stadium erupted in a thunderous cheer.

"GOOOOOOAL!"

The DJ's voice almost lifted the stadium roof off.

Ferrero abruptly stopped in his tracks.

"They've come in again?"

The staff around him were so excited that they were incoherent.

"Lin Qi's heavy artillery!"

"Goal!"

"It seems we ran into Muriel at the end!"

Ferrero didn't hear the second half of the sentence at all.

He jumped up on the spot, clenched his fists, and circled around the staff member.

"pretty!"

"I knew it!"

"Lin Qi is back, the goals just won't stop!"

When someone next to him told him that the official score might be credited to Muriel, Ferrero was only stunned for a second.

"That was also made by Lin Qi!"

"Anyway, we're the ones who got in!"

He felt even better.

The score was 2-0 at halftime.

The fans are in a state of peak excitement.

Launching new plans and products for the club at this time will at least double the effect.

Ferrero straightened his suit and looked up at the distance.

A little Chinese girl with healthy tanned skin and a ponytail stood timidly between her parents, wearing a brand-new Sampdoria jersey.

She is the girl with the left foot who broke the plastic basin in the video.

Zhou Xiaoman.

Twelve years old.

This was her first time going abroad.

This is also my first time visiting a real top-tier European league stadium.

She stood in the players' tunnel, listening to the cheers of tens of thousands of people outside, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her jersey, her eyes filled with both tension and excitement.

Ferrero walked over, squatted down, and smiled:

"Don't be afraid."

"Say whatever you want later."

"Everyone here will welcome you."

After the translator relayed the message to her, Zhou Xiaoman nodded vigorously.

On the field.

After Florence restarted the game, they only managed one insignificant attack down the wing.

Valero's cross was headed away by Skriniar.

Sampdoria launched another counter-attack. Bruno Fernandes sent a diagonal pass to Muriel, but Muriel was clearly not used to the feeling of missing a tooth. When he controlled the ball, his body tilted to the side, and Astori cleared the ball first.

The referee then glanced at the watch.

Beep! Beep! —

The first half has ended.

Sampdoria went into the locker room with a 2-0 lead.

Zhuang'er TV Station Live Broadcast Room.

He Wei began by summarizing:

"The first half is over."

Sampdoria are currently leading Florence 2-0.

"Schick opened the scoring with a header, while Muriel scored his first league goal of the season in a very unexpected way."

"But the real initiator and creator of both goals was Lin Qi."

Xu Yang continued:

"Yes."

"Lin Qi played noticeably differently in the first half compared to his past performances."

"He didn't have many individual shots, but his impact on the whole game was more comprehensive."

"He can drop back to participate in the organization, break through on the wing, and create scoring opportunities through crosses and sudden shots."

He Wei said:

"Coach Fan, could you please review some key points from the first half from a professional perspective?"

Fan Zhiyi cleared his throat.

"I think the most crucial thing in the first half wasn't the score."

"It's Florence's judgment of Lin Qi that keeps changing."

"At the beginning, they thought Lin Qi would come by himself, so Astori, Sanchez, and Badelj all moved closer to him."

"As a result, Lin Qi did not shoot."

"Keep passing it on."