Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Blue and white scarf.

Flags, banners.

The synchronized singing echoed in the air.

The anthem of Sampdoria.

One wave after another.

It looked like it was going to flood the entire airport.

The players got off the bus one after another.

This moment.

Many of the veteran players were stunned for a moment.

It's been so long since I've seen a scene like this.

Someone couldn't help but whisper:

"This season..."

"It really is different now."

"We never received this kind of treatment a few years ago."

next to.

Muriel looked unconvinced.

"What's there to be nervous about?"

"We even beat Juventus."

"Are you still afraid of the current AC Milan?"

He said it very casually.

It's as if they're saying something that's taken for granted.

The voice just fell.

Captain Viviano turned and glanced at him.

"no the same."

"Juventus is strong."

"But they gave us space in that game."

"AC Milan will not."

"and……"

"They've also won two straight games."

"Morale is high."

"We cannot let our guard down."

Muriel curled his lip.

He didn't say anything more.

But his eyes still held that "I'm not convinced" attitude.

soon.

Boarding.

The plane taxied off the runway.

The city recedes into the distance little by little.

The cabin gradually quieted down.

Most people put on headphones.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

And Lin Qi.

The tablet has already been taken out.

On the screen were clips of AC Milan matches that Elena had prepared for him.

The video plays.

Advance through the midfield.

The flanks are open.

Then proceed to handle the situation in the restricted area.

The rhythm is very clear.

At this time.

Bruno Fernandes, who was standing nearby, came over.

"Watching Milan?"

Lin Qi nodded.

"Um."

B watched for a while.

His expression gradually became serious.

"They're basically using Montella's tactics now."

He said it very naturally.

It's as if they had studied it beforehand.

"Switch back and forth between 433 and 4231."

"But the core idea is the same."

"Control the tempo in midfield."

"Expand the width of the flanks."

He tapped the screen with his finger.

"here."

"They won't press as hard as Juventus."

"But they will keep blocking your passing lanes."

"It makes it very difficult for you to get a comfortable first touch."

Lin Qi looked at the screen.

nod.

B continued:

"There's one more point."

"Keisuke Honda."

The camera cut to him.

Receive the ball.

Adjustment.

Divide the sides.

The movements were very clean.

"He's not just on offense."

"Most of the time it's about organizing the rhythm."

"We'll be at a disadvantage if we only focus on his offense."

Lin Qi hummed in agreement.

"besides……"

B's fee was delayed again.

"Their flanks."

"On Sussona's side, internal incisions are very frequent."

"The left foot is more vulnerable."

"If the defensive line contracts too slowly..."

"Just one kick."

When he said these things.

The tone was very flat.

But the logic is very clear.

It was clearly not something I watched on the spur of the moment.

Instead, they were already doing research on it in their daily lives.

Lin Qi glanced at him sideways.

"Do you usually watch these kinds of things?"

B. Fei smiled.

"Otherwise, how can we play in midfield?"

The two continued watching.

At this time.

Someone in the back row peeked out.

Skriniar.

young.

His face still looked a bit green.

"I have a question."

He lowered his voice.

"Then our coach..."

"And their Vincenzo Montella."

"Who's better?"

The problem arose.

The atmosphere was quiet for a second.

B. Fei laughed.

He didn't say anything.

Lin Qi didn't even think about it.

Open directly:

"Of course, it's our coach, Marco Giampaolo."

His tone was very decisive.

Skriniar was taken aback.

Why?

Lin Qi glanced at him.

I smiled.

"Because he has us."

this sentence.

Not big.

But it just so happens.

Giampaolo, who was sitting in the front row, heard it.

He was still studying the tactics board in his hand at that moment.

The movement paused for a moment.

There was no turning back.

But the ear clearly moved.

Two seconds passed.

He coughed lightly.

Turn your head slightly to the side.

It's like looking out the window.

Face.

It looks a little unnatural.

It's even a bit red.

He had a very clear plan when he first took over Sampdoria.

It's just copying what they did at Empoli.

I want to move the whole thing over.

Ball control.

structure.

Position discipline.

Every step.

It was all part of his plan.

even.

Even the team's tactical evolution over the next two years.

He had already planned it out in advance.

At that time, he thought that as long as he followed the steps, he could succeed.

The team can then steadily improve.

Until Lin Qi appeared.

The first match.

He was still observing and having doubts.

The second match.

That match against Juventus completely shattered his previous adherence to the tactical system.

Those three balls.

It wasn't achieved through tactical maneuvers.

It was individual ability that directly tore them apart.

He understood something right then and there.

Some players.

It does not belong to the system.

Instead, the system must revolve around him.

He let out a soft breath.

"ten years……"

"No--"

"Twenty years."

"You might not even meet one."

A striker of this caliber.

Even on the international football stage.

It is also a scarce resource.

And now.

It just so happened to fall into his hands.

Giampaolo's lips twitched involuntarily.

"luck."

"It really was luck."

He is very clear.

This was not someone he trained.

Even he himself didn't fully understand it.

What is the ceiling for this player?

But there is one thing.

It is enough.

We can't be so stubborn anymore.

We can no longer cling to the old system.

Everything has to be overturned and started over.

Redesign around him.

Give him space by positioning yourself.

The midfielders served him.

Tactics made way for him.

"The opportunity to coach these kinds of players..."

There won't be a second time.

He muttered to himself.

"Can't catch it."

"That's really all."

He gently closed the tactical board.

His eyes have changed.

The plane began its descent.

outside the window.

The clouds were gradually pierced through.

Milan.

It came into view.

...

Ten minutes later.

The plane landed smoothly at Milan Linate Airport.

This airport has a long history.

It was a dual-use military and civilian airport during World War II.

The facility was attacked and severely damaged at one point.

After the war, a full reconstruction was completed in the 1950s.

Expand the terminal building and extend the runway.

It is gradually becoming an important aviation hub in northern Italy.

The plane is taxiing.

Come to a complete stop.

The hatch opened.

A slightly damp breeze wafted in.

The sky over Milan was somewhat overcast.

Low-pressure cloud cover.

The sunlight was blocked.

The temperature is not high.

The wind is not strong.

The city seemed somewhat quiet.

But it's faint.

There's a sense of tension as the match day approaches.

The players disembarked one after another.

Someone tugged at their coat.

Someone is stretching their shoulders.

Just then.

Muriel suddenly spoke:

"Want to go somewhere tonight?"

Several people nearby looked over.

"where?"

Muriel looked very serious.

"St. Mary's Church of Thanksgiving".

"I heard..."

"The original of Leonardo da Vinci's 'The Last Supper' is right there."

The air was quiet for a second.

then.

It made me burst out laughing.

"you?"

"To see art?"

Stop pretending!

"You want to go to that area over there, right?"

Quagliarella immediately exposed the deception.

"Brera District".

"Bar Street"

"It's all nightclubs."

"besides……"

He paused for a meaningful moment.

"You know what I mean."

Muriel's expression froze.

"I don't!"

"I really want to see art!"

Nobody believes it.

Even Lin Qi couldn't help but chuckle.

The atmosphere immediately relaxed.

……