Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

- [Lin Qi, are you even human?! I almost smashed my phone!!! I just stood up!!!]

- [Juventus home ground, guys!!! This is Juventus home ground!!!]

This counterattack is a shoo-in for the Puskás Prize!!!

The frenzied scrolling lasted for more than ten seconds.

Emotions gradually diverged.

Some people began to calm down.

Honestly... Dybala gave it his all today! That solo run just now almost resulted in a goal, it was truly top-class! He genuinely wanted to carry Juventus forward.

There's nothing I can do; Lin Qitai is just too outrageous for me today.

Sorry, Dybala! Tonight doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the one who takes flight at the far post.

……

Back on the sidelines.

Sampdoria coaching area.

Giannis finally recovered from his euphoria.

He took a deep breath.

I glanced at the time.

"How much longer?"

The teaching assistant responded immediately:

"Around eight minutes, plus stoppage time."

Giampaolo nodded.

His expression tightened instantly.

That's enough.

"Take it back."

We must win this game.

The teaching assistant leaned closer and whispered:

"Lin Qi...should we change?"

Giampaolo did not hesitate.

"Change."

"Protect it."

"Change the guard."

He glanced at the substitutes' bench.

"Bershinsky, get ready."

"We'll play with five defenders."

"Hold on to the death."

The fourth official raised a sign.

"Substitution!!! Sampdoria make a substitution!!!"

"Replace Lin Qi!!!!"

"Bring on Bereschinskiy!!!"

The entire audience was taken aback at first.

Then the away fans erupted in chaos!

applause!!!

Thunderous!

This was no ordinary applause.

It was applause that got everyone standing up!

It was a standing ovation!

"Lin Qi!!!!

"Lin Qi!!!!

"Lin Qi!!!!

So perfectly aligned!!!

Even some of the home team's stands.

Some people started to applaud.

Lin Qi slowly walked towards the sidelines.

There was no mad dash.

No sliding kneeling.

He simply raised his hand.

He waved lightly towards the stands.

This moment.

He no longer seems like a rookie in Serie A.

He was the conqueror.

Walk to the sideline.

B. Fei specifically ran over and patted him on the shoulder:

"Go."

That's enough for you today.

Lin Qi nodded.

Next.

He had just stepped into the substitutes' bench area.

The entire bench surrounded him.

"Lin, you're so handsome!"

"Dude, you've probably made a fortune in goal bonuses, right? Can you buy me a drink after the game?!"

"What do you want to drink? My home happens to be in Turin, and my sister has cooked a delicious meal waiting for me at home. Lin Qi, how about coming home with me after the competition?! By the way, my sister is a senior in high school this year, and she wants to be your friend!"

The teaching assistants rushed forward and hugged Lin Qi tightly!

"It's perfect!!!"

Giampaolo also came over.

He patted him on the shoulder.

His tone was trembling with suppressed excitement:

"here you go!"

Lin Qi sat down.

pant.

But his eyes still shone with excitement.

……

On the field.

The game continues.

Sampdoria's formation completely collapsed.

Five defenders.

Two lines of defense.

The space was compressed to its limit.

Juventus advances.

But the rhythm has already been broken.

Dybala is still trying.

However, the teamwork around them was no longer smooth.

My teammates are moving too slowly.

My confidence is gone.

Higuain needs the ball.

But it couldn't be transmitted.

Bonucci has even stopped pressing forward so frequently.

The match has entered a time-consuming phase.

Time slips away little by little.

Stoppage time.

three minutes.

The whistle is about to sound.

And the outcome of this match.

It was already written.

The final whistle pierced the night sky.

"Beep beep beep—!!!!"

competition is over.

The score is now set.

Juventus 1:3 Sampdoria.

After a brief silence.

The away team's area erupted again.

And the home stands.

It did not completely collapse.

Instead, a low, orderly singing voice rang out.

It started to sound slowly.

It's not anger.

It wasn't a booing.

Instead, it's support.

Juventus fans stood still.

Facing the players heading towards the stands to thank them.

Singing loudly:

"Fino alla fine… forza Juventus…"

(Until the very end... Come on, Juventus...)

"Non mollare mai… non mollare mai…"

(Never give up... Never give up...)

The voice wasn't enthusiastic.

Yet he remained unusually resolute.

Buffon stood at the very front.

look up.

Look towards the stands.

Clapping softly.

Dybala also stepped forward.

Chest heaving.

But he still raised his hand in response.

failure.

But they were not abandoned.

This is what a wealthy family is like.

far away.

Sampdoria.

Quagliarella stood on the sidelines.

They did not participate in the initial celebrations.

I just quietly watched the black and white stands.

His eyes held a complex expression.

"If only back then..."

He spoke softly.

"I didn't leave..."

Even if I stay here forever...

Even if it's just as a substitute...

"Even the water dispenser attendant..."

He gave a wry smile.

"Will things be different?"

The voice just fell.

He hooked his arm around Muriel, who was standing next to him.

"Let me tell you, back in Juventus..."

Muriel rolled his eyes instantly:

"Here it comes again, here it comes again, here it comes again..."

"Stop talking, bro!!!"

"I've listened to this part three times already!!!"

"I know all about locker room culture, training intensity, and winning mentality by heart!!!"

Quagliarella was taken aback.

"You little brat..."

next to.

B suddenly spoke up:

"But seriously."

"For a period of time in the second half..."

"Why are they suddenly playing so aggressively?"

"The defense is so wide open... it's ridiculous."

"It doesn't feel like Juventus."

These words were spoken.

The veteran team members exchanged glances.

Start the conversation.

"After the substitution, their midfield protection was broken."

"Yes, after Pjanic went off, no one controlled the tempo."

"And the full-backs are pushing too high and can't get back down."

"Once the center-back is pulled out, there's no depth left."

"Plus, Dybala was getting the ball back, and for a while, no one was there to cover the first ball."

"Once the structure is in disarray, vulnerabilities will naturally emerge."

A thorough analysis.

It sounds very professional, reasonable, and tactical.

Muriel waved his hand:

Why make it so complicated?

Just one sentence.

"They're getting anxious."

The air paused.

"Home field".

"To be beaten like this by a relegation team like us who finished 15th last season."

"And they still conceded a goal like that."

"Where do you put your face?"

"How can we not be in a hurry?"

He shrugged.

"When you're in a rush, things get chaotic."

"If things get chaotic, it will collapse."

"It's that simple."

The people around them exchanged glances.

No one immediately objected.

But no one completely agrees.

After all, Juventus is a team of that caliber.

Will it cause an emotional breakdown?

It sounds a bit too simple.

Lin Qi stood to one side.

He didn't speak.

I just kept thinking about everything that happened on the field.

Those changes in rhythm.

Those misaligned positions.

And that instant

The feeling of a broken defense.

He suddenly spoke.

He's right.

Everyone was taken aback.

Lin Qi looked towards the stadium.

The tone was very calm:

"Often, football isn't that complicated."

"Tactics, positioning, system..."

"It's all based on one premise."

"That's emotion."

"When people are in a hurry, everything will become deformed."

During this period, he spent a lot of time studying football in his spare time, and his speech became very professional.

A night breeze blew by.

Under the lights.

The grass was still slightly reflective.

The system rewards are also glowing.