Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

soon.

He saw it.

Lin Qi did not ask for the ball.

He didn't even touch the ball once.

It just keeps moving without the ball.

Insert at an angle.

Retreat.

Then pull it horizontally.

Like an invisible knife.

They gradually broke through the defensive line and established positions.

And those who were right next to him.

It's Christian Zapata.

He Wei's voice immediately followed:

"Today, I'm in charge of defending against Lin Qi."

"It's 29-year-old Colombian international Zapata."

"This is a very typical power-type center-back."

"He is 1.93 meters tall."

"Muscular."

"Extremely strong in combat capability."

"Many fans gave him a nickname."

"Heavy tanks."

Xu Yang added:

"That's right."

"You'll be at a huge disadvantage if you go head-to-head with this kind of center-back."

"The body comes up."

"The sense of oppression is extremely strong."

He Wei continued:

"He has another characteristic."

"Extremely aggressive."

"The defensive movements are too aggressive."

"Dare to steal."

"Dare to crash."

Even when facing a striker like Akinfenwa, who is the strongest in the world.

"He won't back down an inch."

Xu Yang smiled and said:

"But the drawbacks are also obvious."

"My concentration sometimes fluctuates a lot."

"When focused, one is like a city wall."

"Distracted thoughts are like opening a door."

"And the footwork is rather traditional."

"The first option when you get the ball is usually to clear it."

He Wei continued:

"Although his turning speed wasn't bad either."

"But against agile strikers who can change direction quickly."

"It will be a bit strenuous."

The voice just fell.

A muffled thud suddenly came from the field.

Lin Qi is running diagonally without the ball.

Prepare to pass between the center-back and the full-back.

Zapata didn't keep up at all.

Just lean in sideways and press yourself against it.

He first hit me hard with his shoulder.

Then, his right arm naturally swung down.

She hooked her arm around Lin Qi's upper body.

Then thrust your leg in from behind.

Three consecutive actions.

Clean and neat.

Lin Qi's focus was instantly disrupted.

He fell forward onto the lawn.

"Beep—!"

The referee immediately blew his whistle.

Sampdoria players raised their hands in response.

The Milan defender simply shrugged, looking completely innocent.

At this time.

Bruno Fernandes had already won the second penalty.

He looked up, ready to organize and advance the work.

After hearing the whistle.

There was no other way but to stop the ball.

He spread his hands.

"You're calling that? I already got the ball."

The giant screen above San Siro.

Start replaying the foul that just happened.

In slow motion.

Zapata first hit, then hooked, and then topped the car.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

Xu Yang couldn't help but laugh:

"That was very Zapata-esque."

"Defense is like breaking down a wall."

"First, confirm the target."

"Then proceed with construction directly."

The replay is still playing on the sidelines.

Lin Qi had already stood up from the lawn.

He patted the grass clippings off his basketball shorts.

Zapata also went over.

He raised his hand slightly.

It's as if they're expressing an apology.

He still had that expression commonly seen on a guard's face.

"Bro, it's just some fighting style, don't mind it."

He Wei suddenly laughed.

"The director just handed me a viewer's comment."

"This fan said he was a lip reader."

Xu Yang was taken aback.

"There's such a profession?"

He Wei continued:

"This audience member said..."

"After Lin Qi stood up, he first responded to Zapata's apology with a smile."

"He looks quite like a general."

"And then the next second..."

He turned and said something to the referee who was running towards him.

He Wei barely suppressed a laugh.

He said: "It's okay, it's okay."

"All you need to do is give him a red card."

Xu Yang burst out laughing.

"Really?"

The camera happened to focus on Zapata.

He was about to give Lin Qi a thumbs up.

It means "You're tough enough, that's good."

The movement was only halfway done.

He froze.

The hand stopped in mid-air.

His expression was completely blank.

It's as if they're thinking: Why are you laughing as you complain?

The referee clearly heard it as well.

First, his lips twitched.

I couldn't help but laugh.

He then walked up to Zapata.

She reached out and tapped him.

Make a verbal warning gesture.

The meaning is very clear:

I know what you're doing.

Convergence point.

No cards were drawn.

Lin Qi witnessed this scene.

He paused for half a second.

Then he spread his hands.

He wore an expression of disbelief.

"No license plate?"

"I thought it would start with at least a yellow card."

There were also complaints from the away team's substitutes.

On the other side.

Zapata has quietly retreated to the defensive line.

Head down.

I made the sign of the cross on my chest.

Silently praying in my heart: Thank God.

They didn't let me get a yellow card at the start of the game.

He Wei summarized with a smile:

"The competition has only just begun."

"The smell of gunpowder is already in the air."

Xu Yang nodded:

"And that kid Lin Qi."

"Looks honest."

"Actually, you don't lose out at all."

……

Meanwhile, in the live broadcast room in China.

The screen was already densely covered with comments.

[That Zapata's hands and feet are so dirty! First he rammed, then pulled, then slammed—a whole combo!]

[Classic skills of a veteran South American defender, full of subtle tricks!]

[These kinds of center-backs are the most annoying; you can't do anything about them unless the referee blows the whistle! Lin Qi will have a tough time in this match; the opposing team is clearly charging at him!]

Some people also focused their attention on what had just happened.

[He was laughing so hard he got a red card from the referee, I almost died laughing! I never knew Lin Qi was such a cunning guy!]

[A seemingly cheerful young man, but secretly a tattletale! That's right, being too honest on the field is your biggest disadvantage!]

In professional esports, if you don't use some cunning, you'll be bullied to death! Support this, don't be a pushover!

Montella is much ruthless than Allegri! Juventus played normal defense, Milan used targeted attacks!

[They immediately sent in a tough, dark-skinned center-back to mark him closely; it's disgusting!]

[Allegri talks about systems, Montella talks about physics! This is a targeted deployment after studying the video!]

[Lin Qi shouldn't always be positioned in the middle. I suggest he move to the wings more often, drawing Zapata out and encouraging Bruno Fernandes to play more diagonal passes behind the defense, instead of always passing the ball at his feet.]

[You can drop back to receive the ball, draw the center-back out, and then make a run back. Don't try to outmuscle Zapata physically!]

The key is for the midfield to get the ball out of play first. If Bruno Fernandes is contained, this match will be difficult!

On the sidelines of San Siro.

The away team's coaching area.

Marco Giampaolo has reached the sideline.

Open your arms wide.

He shouted loudly inside the stadium.

"Torreira!!"

"Protect Lin Qi!!"

"Put it on!!!"

The sound penetrated the noise of the stadium.

Exceptionally clear.

Torreira glanced back.

He nodded immediately.

The assistant coaches next to the bench were also constantly reminding them.

"Pay attention to the second point!"

"Don't let them continue to assault you!"

"Lin Qi needs someone by his side!"

It is clear.

One of Torreira's tasks today.

It's about clearing the minefield for Lin Qi.

Who will touch Lin Qi?

He would then go and touch whoever he wanted.

On the other side.

Montella heard the shouts from the other side.

He just turned his head and glanced at it.

A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

My thoughts are very straightforward.

A young Asian striker whose physique is not yet fully developed.

power.

muscle.

Experience in combat.

They are all still in the growth stage.

Do you really think you can easily get rid of a strong center-back like Zapata right now?

too early.

Two more years.

Maybe.

But not today.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

Our attention returned to the field.

My thinking remains clear.

Lock Lin Qi up.

Cut off Bruno Fernandes' passing lanes.

Sampdoria's attack.

It will naturally shut off.

As long as these two points are done.

There shouldn't be any major problems in this match.

……