Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Outside the terminal building.

Sampdoria and his entourage had just stepped out of the arrivals gate.

I thought it would be very quiet.

result.

"Hey!! Over here!!!"

"Sampdoria!!!"

The sound came rushing over instantly.

Everyone was taken aback.

Not far away.

A small group of people dressed in blue and white.

They stood outside the safety fence.

The number of people is not large.

But it's very neat.

scarf.

jersey.

banner.

They are clearly Sampdoria fans in Milan.

They saw the players come out.

He waved immediately.

Shouting.

"come on!!!"

"We absolutely must win this match!!!"

The atmosphere suddenly became lively.

But soon.

The sounds began to focus.

"Forest!!!"

"Lin Qi!!!"

in the crowd.

Several people shouted it out almost at the same time.

Take care of yourself!!!

"Don't get hurt!!!"

We need you!!!

this sentence.

This is different from regular refueling.

It's more like a reminder.

It was even a bit...reminders.

Lin Qi was taken aback.

I glanced over instinctively.

The one shouting.

Most of them are middle-aged fans.

His eyes were very focused.

There was no pure fanaticism.

Instead, they became even calmer.

I understand even more...

They've seen too much.

Those young people who suddenly erupted.

Those geniuses who became famous overnight.

I've also seen injuries and illnesses.

A muscle strain.

One ligament.

That could destroy everything.

So they were happy.

But we must also be vigilant.

This is a reminder.

Not a spoilsport.

It's genuine concern.

Lin Qi nodded.

He raised his hand and waved in that direction.

"Yes, it will!"

The sound wasn't loud.

But it's loud enough for people in the front row to hear.

Someone in the crowd immediately laughed.

"good!"

"We're waiting for you!"

The other players also went over.

Simple interaction.

signature.

group photo.

The atmosphere quickly became relaxed.

Bruno Fernandes was also pulled aside and said a few words to by a young fan.

Muriel was signing autographs while joking around.

"Don't worry, I won't be going to see any art tonight."

This drew laughter from those around them.

It didn't take long.

The staff are already urging us.

"It's time to go."

The players boarded the bus one after another.

The bus started moving.

outside the window.

Those blue and white figures.

They were still waving.

Until the car turned the corner.

They gradually disappeared from sight.

……

AC Milan, at the Milanello training ground.

The training pace is very fast.

Passing and receiving the ball, pressing, and physical contact.

There was a distinct sense of tension in the air.

AC Milan's players are well aware of this.

This is not just a three-point battle.

This is a battle that has attracted much attention from the outside world.

Training is over.

The players were called to the sidelines.

They formed a circle.

Head coach Vincenzo Montella stands in the middle.

He was holding a tactical board in his hand.

He didn't waste any words.

Go straight to the topic.

Let's start with one person.

"Luis Muriel of Sampdoria".

The players quieted down.

"Fast."

"High explosive power."

"The first step is very threatening."

He spoke very objectively.

"but……"

The tone changed.

"This player's ball handling is inconsistent."

"Decision-making often goes wrong."

"Under high-intensity confrontation."

"Easily loses possession."

He surveyed the entire backline.

"so."

"He poses no real threat to us."

The defenders nodded.

This part.

very clear.

Montella did not stop.

"The second one."

Bruno Fernandez.

This time.

His tone became noticeably more serious.

"Vision".

"Pass the ball."

"Rhythm control".

"very good."

He tapped a few times on the tactics board with his pen.

"Their attack!"

"The vast majority of things originated from him."

"so……"

He looked up.

"Don't hold back when it comes to protecting yourself from him."

The players were slightly taken aback.

Montella spoke in a flat tone.

"You can make the movements a little bigger."

"Foul when you should."

"Shovel it if necessary!"

"Make him uncomfortable."

"Make him hesitate."

"Let him think about it before he does anything."

He paused for a moment.

"His passing ability is too dangerous."

"It must be interrupted."

The midfielders exchanged glances.

nod.

This is no longer ordinary defense.

It is a targeted restriction.

At last.

Montella paused for a second.

"Lin Qi".

The name came out.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

He didn't analyze it as much as he had before.

The tone became simpler.

"He's been doing very well lately."

"but!"

He drew a line on the tactics board.

"His goal."

"It mainly comes from counterattacks."

"It comes from the cooperation with B-Fee."

He looked towards the back defense.

"If we lock down the midfield."

"Intercept the ball's pass."

"Let the game become a positional battle."

"He can't do much."

Some people nodded.

Montella continued:

"He won't rely on crosses from a 45-degree angle to head the ball towards goal."

"I won't rely on my own abilities to do everything every time."

"That won't happen."

"so……"

"The key is not him."

"In midfield."

He slammed the pen down on the board.

"Lock up Bruno Fernandes and his midfielders!"

"Lin Qi will disappear, he will become invisible!"

The air fell silent for a moment.

This logic.

simple.

direct.

But it's very convincing.

At this time.

Keisuke Honda stood in the crowd.

I've been listening to it the whole time.

He didn't speak.

But he looked very focused.

Montella looked at him.

walk over.

He patted him on the shoulder.

"The rhythm of attack and defense in the midfield tomorrow."

"I'm counting on you."

Honda nodded.

"clear."

Montella turned around.

Look at the other people.

His tone tightened again.

"There's one more thing."

"If Lin Qi drops back to midfield to receive the ball."

He stretched out his hand.

It made a "sticking" motion.

"Take care of your body immediately."

"Don't hesitate."

"Fouls don't matter."

The players' expressions changed.

That's already quite clear.

"If someone takes the card."

Montella's tone remained calm.

"I'll change."

"You don't need to worry."

Just one short sentence.

They took on the risk directly.

"tomorrow!"

He concluded by saying...

"We're not going to gamble with their luck."

"Fight for control."

"Focus on execution."

He looked around.

"Do you understand?"

"clear!"

The voices were in unison.

On the training ground.

atmosphere.

It has been completely tightened.

……

Match day.

evening.

Milan has become incredibly lively.

On the road leading to the stadium.

The crowds were dense.

Red and black intertwined with blue and white.

singing.

slogan.

The sound of a horn.

One after another.

far away.

The massive steel structure gradually came into view.

San Siro Stadium.

All the lights are on.

Like a colossal beast about to awaken.

In the air.

There is only one emotion.

game.

Let's begin.

The camera cuts to a live broadcast.

A familiar voice rang out.

"Zhuang'er TV Station! Zhuang'er TV Station!"

Good evening, everyone!

"What you are watching now is a key match in the 2016-2017 Italian Serie A football season!"

"AC Milan will host Sampdoria, a dark horse team that has been in excellent form recently!"

Another voice followed.

"Yes, this match had already garnered widespread attention even before it started."

AC Milan start with two consecutive wins.

"Sampdoria also won both of their matches."