Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Dybala faced a center-back covering for him.

He didn't force his way through.

Instead, they instantly passed the ball to the right wing!

"Danger!!!!"

He Wei's voice trembled!

Cuadrado receives the ball!

Keep going!

Take off immediately!!

Blast down the flank!!

The defending player was forced to retreat!

Just when everyone thought he was going to go to the bottom.

He suddenly stopped abruptly!

A sudden jerk of the ankle!

A low, flat pass back!

"An inverted triangle!!!!"

The edge of the penalty area.

Dybala has already followed up and is in place!

He met the ball as if to shoot!

"Are you going to shoot?!"

But just as the defenders closed in.

He picked it up lightly.

The ball flew over everyone's heads!!

"A lob pass!!!"

The far post of the penalty area!!

Higuain!!!

"Unattended!!!"

He leaped high into the air!

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Slam it down hard!!!

"It's over!!!"

The ball is incredibly fast!!

That's a really tricky angle!!

The goalkeeper reacted a beat too slow!

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boom!!!!

"Goal!"

He Wei's voice deepened slightly.

Juventus have equalized.

Xu Yang sighed:

"This ball—"

"Cannot be defended against."

"It's really impossible to defend against."

"From the moment Dybala started."

"The entire offensive chain was unbroken."

"Break through, pass the ball, stretch the defense, reorganize, pass the ball again, and cross the ball again."

"Every step was handled very reasonably."

"This is a typical team-level attack."

"Not just one person."

"It's a whole system at work."

He Wei was silent for a second.

Then he slowly opened his mouth:

"When the tide recedes."

"The reef will eventually have to face the waves."

"The flame that Sampdoria just lit."

"They were dealt a storm by Juventus."

"It's been suppressed for now."

He sighed softly.

"But the fire is still burning."

……

China's live broadcast room.

The number of comments on the screen dropped for a moment.

Sigh...we conceded again. There's just no way around it; Juventus's passing was just too fluid.

Dybala was crucial; he orchestrated the entire attack. Frankly, it's a matter of skill difference—the home team has the experience and depth.

[It feels like we're about to get overturned... How long can we hold out at this intensity? Once Juventus finds their rhythm, we'll be in trouble.]

That last shot looked like a superb performance, but it was just a standard play for the opponent. Sigh... reality is reality.

[Wait and see!! Lin Qi is still on the field!!]

……

The camera returns to the field.

score--

1:1.

The game is back to square one.

After scoring a goal.

The air around the field noticeably thickened.

Giampaolo is standing in the coaches' area.

His expression, which had been slightly relaxed just moments before, tightened slightly at this moment.

He didn't make any big movements, he just pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes briefly lost focus for a moment.

"It was still breached..."

That kind of frustration wasn't outwardly displayed, but it was very real.

However, he quickly looked up again, his gaze returning to focus.

There was no roar, no panic, just arms crossed over his chest, continuing to watch the field.

……

the other side.

Allegri, on the other hand, was in a completely different state.

His earlier irritability and anxiety quickly dissipated after scoring the goal.

What replaced it was a familiar composure.

Even the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He slowly walked back and stood in his place again, his hands in his pockets.

A new sense of certainty appeared in his eyes.

"The rhythm is back."

"Sampdoria as expected."

"Still too inexperienced."

He looked at Sampdoria's formation.

His gaze turned cold, and he gently shook his head.

"There are too many young players."

"He couldn't control his emotions after taking the lead."

"It's tied!"

"You'll basically break down psychologically."

In his experience, the goal that his team just scored to equalize is often the turning point of the game.

"We still had a chance to win."

"Now it will flow like a torrent."

"Next... harvest!"

On the field.

Sampdoria's players were indeed a step too slow to react.

Several people stood still.

A brief moment of stunned silence.

That series of attacks was so smooth and clean that it left me feeling somewhat powerless.

But at that moment...

A burst of crisp applause rang out.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Lin Qi clapped his hands vigorously as he ran back.

The sound wasn't particularly loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

Keep up the good work, everyone!

"Don't stop!"

He didn't say much.

There was no panic in his eyes; instead, they shone even brighter.

His teammates looked at him.

In that instant, my emotions were pulled back.

Some nodded, while others took a deep breath.

Their steps began to move again.

……

On the other side...

Higuain rushed into the goal immediately.

Just grab the ball out of the net!

Without celebrating or pausing, they turned and ran towards the center circle!

Other Juventus players quickly followed suit.

They are not satisfied.

They will continue to suppress and attack.

Because in their view, the balance of the game has begun to tilt.

……

Inside the VIP box.

Ferrero slapped his thigh just now.

"pity!"

He frowned.

He was clearly a little annoyed.

"Just defend this ball!"

The high-ranking officials nearby also sighed.

But soon, Ferrero's expression changed again.

He leaned back on the sofa, but his eyes remained fixed on the field.

His gaze locked onto Lin Qi.

He suddenly smiled.

"There's still hope."

"This kid hasn't finished kicking yet."

"I feel like he could do it again."

……

The whistle blew again.

The competition has resumed.

Soon, a subtle yet crucial change was detected.

Juventus' formation quietly pushed forward.

The midfield lost a reliable interception point, but the attacking third gained a finishing option.

"Juventus has essentially removed a defensive midfield layer for protection."

Xu Yang quickly switched to analytical mode.

"After bringing on more attacking players, their midfield and forward pressing became even more intense."

"But conversely, the defense in the backcourt has become weaker."

This is a double-edged sword.

On the field, Lin Qi had already vaguely sensed it.

He roamed the frontcourt, his eyes constantly scanning the area.

Bonucci's position, the positioning of the full-backs, and the speed of the midfielders' defensive recovery.

"The space... is out."

It wasn't a one-time occurrence; it was a persistent crack.

And the course of the game is quietly proving this.

Midfield.

Bruno Fernandes started receiving the ball more frequently.

This time.

The pressure around him was a beat slower than in the first half.

"Attention! Bruno Fernandes is having more time to handle the ball now!"

He Wei immediately noticed the change.

First kick.

long diagonal pass

Find Lin Qi to interfere!

Slightly too large.

the second time.

Push through the middle and then make a through pass!

It was tracked back and destroyed.

the third time.

After two quick passes between the feet.

Suddenly, a lobbed pass!

Lin Qi almost got a one-on-one opportunity!

"This is the third time in a row that we've seen a threatening advance!"

Xu Yang's voice noticeably rose.

"Juventus' midfield and defense are currently experiencing problems connecting with each other!"

The pace of the game began to shift.

Juventus press forward, Sampdoria counter-attacks.

Space was being torn apart continuously.

Lin Qi became increasingly active amidst this division.

He is no longer just standing at the forefront.

Instead, it keeps moving horizontally.

Retreat.

Insert forward.

Pull the edge.

Like a chess piece that cannot be fixed in place.

a moment.

He suddenly stopped.

His gaze sharpened slightly.

The frame popped out in front of me!

[Vulnerability identified!]

……