Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Last season's performance was poor, the locker room was out of control, and there was tension with the management.

Montella was eventually dismissed.

this matter.

He didn't say he had specifically complained to anyone.

But I've never forgotten.

"Let's do it one more time for this group."

He looked up.

The players immediately started running again.

The pace quickened a beat.

Montella lowered his head and wrote two more strokes on the notebook.

The teaching assistant walked over to him.

"Next match is against Sampdoria."

"Um."

Montella responded, his gaze still fixed on the field.

"We don't have any true superstars right now."

He said.

His tone was calm.

It's like stating a reality that has already been accepted.

"But the overall performance is very good."

"Their execution ability is also sufficient."

"Beating them at home shouldn't be a problem."

The teaching assistant nodded.

Our attention shifts to the midfield position.

"Honda is in good form today."

Montella glanced at it.

Keisuke Honda.

Stop the ball.

Transfer.

The ball was released cleanly and efficiently.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"When I see him, I think of Hidetoshi Nakata."

The teaching assistant smiled.

"Your teammates from the year you won the championship."

"Um."

Montella nodded.

"He's talented."

"And they have ideas."

The voice just fell.

The teaching assistant suddenly lowered his voice.

"but……"

"That striker on the other side."

"Lin Qi".

"The first two games... were too exaggerated."

"Should we focus on the key points...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Montella raised his hand, interrupting her directly.

"Don't panic."

His tone was very indifferent.

Who is our goalkeeper?

The teaching assistant was taken aback.

"Gianluigi Donnarumma".

Montella nodded.

"That's enough."

"He is now the best goalkeeper in Serie A."

"No one can easily break through his goal."

He said this without the slightest hesitation.

But next second.

His gaze had returned to the tactics board.

The tone changed.

It's even colder.

Sharper.

But that's not enough.

"Tactically..."

"We'll be even more ruthless than Juventus!"

"Even more thorough!"

The pen tip made a heavy stroke on the paper.

"Sampdoria's midfield must be completely shut down!"

"Not a single inch of space!"

"No passing lanes!"

"Lin Qi is nothing."

The teaching assistant nodded.

His expression turned completely serious.

Montella added one last sentence:

"This is just a minor test."

"If they can't even beat Sampdoria at home..."

"So this season..."

"Let's not even talk about winning the championship!"

The wind blows across the training field.

The blades of grass swayed gently.

The slight relaxation in the air is gradually disappearing.

atmosphere.

It begins to tighten.

……

Lucca Province, Italy, a small seaside town on the Mediterranean coast.

The villa area was unusually quiet.

A black sedan slowly came to a stop.

The car door opened.

Lippi stepped down.

He didn't rush inside.

I stood at the door and lit a cigar.

Smoke rose slowly.

The scene from yesterday's game was still in his mind.

Lin Qi.

Three goals.

Three methods.

Lippi gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

"It's not that I'm in good shape..."

"The level has changed."

The door opened.

The living room lights are warm.

on the sofa.

Madaloni, the old man's teaching assistant during his time at Evergrande, was already sitting there.

There were two glasses of wine on the table.

They obviously waited for a while.

Lippi nodded, walked over and sat down.

I picked up my glass, but didn't drink it right away.

"Have you finished watching the game?"

"Madaloni asked."

"Um."

Just one word.

Then he added:

"This is a step up from the last game against Inter Milan."

Madaloni raised an eyebrow.

"Is that exaggerated?"

Lippi didn't pause this time.

"It's not an exaggeration."

"It's true."

He held up three fingers.

"Three balls."

"Each one is of very high quality."

"It's not luck."

"It wasn't produced by the system."

"Individual ability determines the outcome of the game."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Madaloni nodded slowly.

Lippi leaned back on the sofa, his gaze drifting into the distance.

"If a player like that had appeared when I was coaching Guangzhou Evergrande..."

He paused for a moment.

It's like recalculating something.

"I will definitely take him to the Club World Cup."

"And it won't just be a visit."

Madaloni smiled.

"You mean...we can go toe-to-toe with those two teams?"

Lippi glanced at him.

"Not just touching."

"They can fight."

He drank the wine in one gulp.

"Barcelona back then."

"And Bayern Munich."

"We lost too decisively."

"But if he were there, at least it wouldn't look so bad."

Madaloni did not refute.

He knew what such an evaluation meant when it came from Lippi's mouth.

A moment of silence.

He suddenly changed the subject.

"So... do you still plan to return to China to coach?"

The air fell silent for a moment.

Lippi leaned back on the sofa.

I tapped the rim of the cup lightly with my fingers.

"I wasn't planning on it."

"I've taken everything I was entitled to."

"That's about it."

He said it very casually.

It's like talking about something that's already over.

But next second.

He smiled.

"However, things are different now."

"A player like Lin Qi might only appear once in a century in China."

"Once you miss it, it's truly gone."

Madaloni looked at him.

"so?"

Lippi waved his hand.

"There's no rush yet."

"Xiao Gao is doing a good job now."

"Let him continue."

"Let's wait and see."

His tone regained its sly composure.

Madaloni nodded.

"If you go back."

"I'll go with you."

No hesitation.

It was as if it were an answer I had already thought of.

Lippi glanced at him.

Laughed.

"Then you can start preparing now."

Madaloni was taken aback.

"Ready?"

Lippi has already stood up.

I walked to the desk.

Take out a piece of paper.

Pick up the pen.

"I plan to write a training plan."

"It was specially made for Lin Yongqi."

The pen tip falls.

"Send this to Marco Gianpaolo."

Madaloni frowned immediately.

"This...isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"He's the head coach."

"You did a good job."

"Our intervention like this..."

"That's a bit of a overstep."

Lippi didn't even look up.

"Crossing the line?"

He chuckled softly.

"What have I taken?"

Madaloni did not speak.

Lippi himself said it.

"2006 World Cup Champions".

The pen never stopped.

"Who do you think would dare refuse me in Italy?"

The tone was casual and understated.

Yet it carried an absolute confidence.

"We'll see."

"This is also a good thing for Sampdoria."

"The stronger Lin Qi becomes, the more they will benefit."

He wrote the last line.

look up.

"certainly."

"He doesn't have to listen."

"I don't care."

Madaloni looked at him.

I already guessed what would happen next.

really.

Lippi put the pen on the table.

His tone became extremely casual.

"Anyway, I still have some connections at Juventus."

He smiled.

"Just buy them during the winter transfer window."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Madaloni couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're still the same as always."

Lippi shrugged.

That's football.

"nice one……"

"Either you use it yourself."

"Either don't let others use it."