Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Lin Qi turned around.

Elena was already standing not far away.

Arms on chest.

His brows furrowed slightly.

They've obviously been watching for a while.

"Practice for a while."

Lin Qi said casually.

"Take a holiday."

Elena interrupted her directly.

The tone was irrefutable.

"You should rest."

She walked over.

Gently press down on the ball in his hand.

"Your body is under a lot of strain right now."

"Continuous matches, competitions, and travel."

"Recovery is more important than training."

"You need to get your body back to its best condition."

talking.

She took a dry towel from behind her.

Hand it over.

"Wipe it."

Lin Qi accepted it.

I didn't even have a chance to say anything.

Elena had already turned around.

"Come up."

The tone was very natural.

"My room."

"I have prepared a video of my next opponent."

"Uncle Ra asked me to help you get used to AC Milan's playing style in advance."

She glanced back at him.

"Didn't you say you wanted to improve?"

Lin Qi paused for a moment.

Then he laughed.

Kick the ball to the side.

They followed.

Under the sunlight.

The shadow was stretched very long.

The door closed.

The space suddenly became quiet.

Elena gently pressed the door lock.

It's as if they've gotten used to this rhythm.

She turned around and handed a bag to Lin Qi.

"Go wash up first."

The tone was very natural.

"Don't sit down right after exercising."

Lin Qi looked down.

Shower gel, shampoo, and even towels were prepared.

"...You've prepared quite thoroughly."

"Habit."

Elena replied with a smile.

"For professional athletes, the recovery process should be standardized."

Lin Qi shrugged.

He turned and went into the bathroom.

The sound of water soon began.

The air was thick with heat.

A dozen minutes later.

The door opened.

Lin Qi's hair was still dripping wet, and he casually wiped it with a towel.

Come out.

The living room TV is already on.

The screen paused on the game interface.

Elena sat cross-legged on the carpet.

The computer is connected to the TV.

I heard a noise.

She didn't even turn her head.

"come over."

Lin Qi walked over.

I just sat down.

Elena suddenly reached out her hand.

She gently brushed his still-dripping hair back.

The action is fast.

It even seemed like a subconscious action.

"Dry it first."

Her tone was calm.

It was as if they were completely unaware that there was anything wrong with their action.

Lin Qi was slightly taken aback.

But he didn't say anything.

He just kept wiping with his head down.

In the air.

There was a subtle pause for a moment.

It's very light, but it's real.

Elena has already started recording.

The video begins to play.

The red and black jerseys flowed across the field.

"Look at this."

She pressed pause.

The camera freezes on that moment.

Inside the restricted area.

A tall figure.

99 number.

"Gianluigi Donnarumma".

Her tone became slightly more serious.

"Don't let his youth fool you."

"But he's already a world-class goalkeeper."

She pointed at the screen with the remote control.

"Top-notch reaction speed."

"The coverage area is very large."

"His height and wingspan almost completely block out all near-angle space."

The scene continues.

One shot on goal.

Donnarumma dives to the side.

It's almost at the limit of ground level.

Push the ball out with one hand.

"His greatest strength is not any particular technical skill."

Elena said softly.

"It's stable."

"It's difficult to break him using unconventional methods."

She paused for a moment.

"and……"

"He rarely makes mistakes in judging angles."

Lin Qi stared at the screen.

He didn't speak.

Another replay.

A chaotic brawl erupted in the penalty area.

The opposing striker unleashed a powerful shot from close range.

Donnarumma's positioning was extremely reasonable.

There was almost no movement.

Completely block it.

"..."

Lin Qi narrowed his eyes.

In my mind.

Suddenly, an image flashed by.

goalkeeper.

Spread your arms out.

Stand in front of the door.

Like an insurmountable wall.

He couldn't help but whisper something:

"This guy..."

"It's a bit like one of those 'invincible goalkeepers' I've seen before."

"Like the kind in anime."

Elena glanced at him sideways.

"What?"

"It's nothing."

Lin Qi shook his head.

But that feeling.

But it lingers.

Wakabayashi Gensan.

It's the kind of thing that you can't get inside no matter how hard you try.

He looked at the screen again.

His gaze gradually became focused.

"Next match..."

He spoke softly.

"This is interesting."

Elena did not respond.

It just moved the screen forward a little.

Then he said calmly:

"So you need to think it through in advance."

"How do you plan to score against him?"

in the room.

Only the sounds of the game remained.

There were also two shadows getting closer and closer.

...

More than an hour later.

Recording paused.

The image freezes on a desperate save in front of the goal.

Donnarumma leaped across the field, his fingertips barely deflecting the ball off the crossbar.

Elena stood up and stretched.

"I'll go make something to eat."

Lin Qi nodded.

She turned and went into the kitchen.

Soon, the soft clinking of pots and pans came from outside the door.

Lin Qi greeted them and returned to his room, turning on his computer.

The movements became so practiced that they almost became muscle memory.

search.

Click.

The screen flashed.

A row of videos popped up.

Ronaldinho's Peak Dribbling Highlights: The Art of Making Defenders Lose Their Balance

"Ronaldinho's Classic Elbow Dribble Tutorial (Slow-Motion Analysis)"

King of the Penalty Area: Luca Toni's Complete Header Goals

How does Luca Toni position himself? A complete guide to heading techniques for center forwards.

The video has started playing.

On the screen.

Ronaldinho dribbles forward.

The rhythm is relaxed, even with a touch of nonchalant playfulness.

step.

The center of gravity shifted.

The next instant, the defender lost his footing and was completely faked out.

Lin Qi's feet subconsciously moved slightly.

Subtle, yet precise.

Screen switch.

Inside the restricted area.

Luca Toni is positioning himself with his back to the goal.

withstand.

Press it down.

His body was like a wall, locking the defender firmly behind him.

Jump! Header!

In short.

direct.

It possesses an unreasonable power.

Lin Qi stared at the screen.

His gaze gradually became focused.

His brain was disassembling itself.

angle.

opportunity.

Point of confrontation.

The order of exertion.

"So that's how it is."

He spoke in a low voice.

The understanding that skills bring doesn't directly provide results.

Instead, it breaks down all complex actions into replicable instincts.

This change is very slow.

But it is irreversible.

……

at the same time.

the other side.

Milanello training ground.

Sunlight falls on the neatly trimmed lawn.

The red and black jerseys moved back and forth, their rhythm tight and orderly.

Sidelines.

AC Milan coach Vincenzo Montella stood there.

Holding a pen, he occasionally lowered his head to take notes in his notebook.

His expression was focused and calm.

This man was once an artist on the front line.

Italian national team player.

Nicknamed "Little Airplane".

Because of his goal celebration, he glides with his arms outstretched.

Like an airplane flying low overhead.

His playing days.

He scored double-digit goals in Serie A for nine consecutive seasons.

He made 20 appearances for the national team and scored 3 goals.

His glory belongs to Rome.

2000-01 season.

Serie A champions.

That team once stood at the pinnacle.

And now.

He stood on the sidelines.

Head coach.

There's also an unpleasant identity.

Former Sampdoria manager.