Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Carrick remained silent.

He had completely sunk in.

In my mind.

In the post-mortem analysis.

Running route.

First contact direction.

How to manage your center of gravity during physical contact.

And that final, decisive kick.

"It's too clean..."

He murmured softly.

Almost no one was listening.

Just then.

The door was pushed open.

Manager Mourinho walked in.

I glanced around the room.

Then he looked at the screen.

"What are you looking at?"

Ibrahimovic tossed him the remote control.

"See for yourself."

The video continues to play.

Mourinho was standing there.

He did not sit down.

After watching a goal.

again.

He didn't speak.

Until the third goal.

He nodded slightly.

"Can!"

Rooney chuckled.

"The media has gone mad."

"Someone said he looks like this today."

"Tomorrow will be like that."

"We've already had several competitions."

Ibrahimovic shrugged.

"They always need to find a point of reference."

"But some things can't be compared."

Mourinho then spoke up.

The tone was neither fast nor slow.

"I got it from him."

"I see the shadow of Filippo Inzaghi."

The room quieted down for a moment.

This name.

It's quite heavy.

Rooney raised an eyebrow.

"A sense of smell at the doorstep?"

Mourinho nodded.

"And positioning."

"That ability to always be in the right place."

He paused for a moment.

My gaze returned to the screen.

"but!"

"Many of the actions he made..."

"It's not something Inzaghi could do."

Ibrahimovic smiled.

"Finally, we've gotten to the point."

At this time.

Rui Faria, the teaching assistant who had been silent until now, finally spoke up:

"really."

"Inzaghi wouldn't try to overpower a defender like that."

He spoke very directly.

"This kind of finishing ability in physical confrontation..."

"More like Adriano."

in the room.

Someone whistled.

Ibrahimovic nodded.

"right."

"A few moments!"

"That explosive power."

"And then there were those unreasonable shots on goal."

"It does have a bit of an Adrian vibe."

Rooney leaned back on the sofa.

Looking at Lin Qi frozen on the screen.

He smiled.

Mourinho put down the remote control.

His tone returned to calm.

"Keep watching."

"This kind of player."

"This will cause a lot of trouble later."

He finished speaking.

He turned around and prepared to leave.

When I got to the door...

He paused again.

There was no turning back.

He only left behind one sentence.

"If we qualify for next season's Champions League, and they do too!"

"And we've been placed in the same group, or we might meet in the knockout stage."

"What do you think should be done?"

The door closed.

in the room.

All that remained was the sound of the game.

And Carrick.

Still standing there.

He remained motionless, lost in thought.

……

Munich, Germany.

Bayern Munich training center.

In the conference room.

The lights are on.

On the big screen, a newly edited highlight reel of the match was displayed.

Sampdoria vs Juventus.

The camera paused on the third goal.

Edge of the restricted area.

Lin Qi completed the shot with almost no angle.

Goal!

The room was silent for two seconds.

Carlo Ancelotti is sitting in a chair.

Cross your arms.

He didn't speak.

next to.

The teaching assistant had already opened the file.

"The reports from our scouts have returned."

He placed a thick document on the table.

"Originally this time..."

"The focus is on evaluating Paulo Dybala and Gonzalo Higuain."

"but……"

"The actual situation is completely different from what was expected."

Ancelotti raised his eyes.

The teaching assistant turned to the first page.

"Lin Qi".

"This match."

Three goals.

"But quantity is not as important as quantity."

He tapped the report with his pen.

"It's a type."

"A well-placed run leads to a goal."

"The conflict is over."

"Handling extreme angles".

"It almost completely covers all the core abilities of a top striker."

Another teaching assistant chimed in.

"and."

"His decision-making at different paces is very mature."

"It's not like young players who rely on instinct to play."

"It is a conscious choice of the optimal solution."

A third person stepped in.

"The most crucial point."

"His growth rate."

"The last game against Inter Milan was already very good."

"This is a direct qualitative change."

He said this.

The tone of voice has changed.

"This curve is dangerous."

"That means he hasn't reached his limit yet."

The room became quite noisy for a moment.

The teaching assistants took turns speaking.

"It would be a real shame to miss out on a player like this."

"And it hasn't been fully priced in by the market yet."

"In another half season, the competition might not be at this level anymore."

"The Premier League will definitely make a move."

The sounds rose and fell.

Ancelotti did not interrupt.

Until they had said almost everything.

He nodded slightly.

"I see."

His tone remained flat.

But the next sentence.

Let's get right back to the core of the topic.

"Frank Ribery, 35 years old."

Arjen Robben, 33 years old.

The room quieted down.

Everyone understood what he was talking about.

"Two flanks."

"The golden age is over."

He spoke very directly.

There is no embellishment whatsoever.

"We need a new offensive structure."

He reached out and tapped the tactics board a few times.

"Center forward, Robert Lewandowski."

"Attacking midfielder, Thomas Müller."

"Midfield orchestrator, Xabi Alonso."

He paused for a moment.

"What if we add one more..."

"A forward who can make runs, compete, and finish."

He didn't continue speaking.

But the image is already very clear.

The teaching assistant spoke in a low voice.

"That would be terrible."

Ancelotti nodded.

"It's not scary."

"It is dominance."

"The Bundesliga should easily last another ten years."

His tone was very flat.

It's like they're discussing a tactical simulation.

"Champions League"

"There's a chance to get a few."

The room became completely quiet.

This level of lineup concept.

No one dared to speak up.

But soon.

Reality brought us back to reality.

One of the teaching assistants frowned.

The problem is...

"He's not in the Bundesliga."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The atmosphere has changed.

Ancelotti sighed softly.

"yes."

"If he were in the Bundesliga..."

He smiled.

With a hint of helplessness.

"Things will be much simpler."

"We poach players from Bundesliga teams."

"I have too much experience."

Someone in the room nodded.

indeed.

In this regard.

Bayern Munich are experts.

but now……

Sampdoria.

The teaching assistant read out the name.

It's like they're confirming the difficulty level.

Ancelotti leaned back in his chair.

My fingers tapped lightly on the armrest.

"There's one more question."

"money."

He spoke very directly.

"We are not those Premier League teams."

"Budget is limited."

"And we're not the only ones watching this kind of player."

The teaching assistant nodded.

"There will definitely be a lot of teams making moves when the season ends."

"Prices will go up."

Ancelotti closed his eyes.

It looks like they're doing calculations.

Transfer fee.

Competitors.

opportunity.

A few seconds later.

He opened his eyes.

"This is a bit troublesome."

He spoke very softly.

But everyone could tell.

This is no ordinary problem.

It's the kind of thing that requires advance planning.

on the screen.

The screen then showed Lin Qi's goal again.

The instant the ball went into the net.

Ancelotti's gaze.

It landed on him again.

He didn't speak.

But they are already thinking about how to bring this person to Munich.