Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Chapter 62 Explosion! Explosion at a 45-degree angle!

He Wei watched the replay.

He analyzed in a calm tone:

"On another note..."

"That attack just now..."

"If Carlos Bacca had taken just one more step, he would have stormed straight into the penalty area."

"The outcome might be different."

Xu Yang immediately took over.

"right."

"At the edge of the penalty area, the defender can still make the save."

"Take your shot once you're inside the penalty area."

"The pressure on goalkeepers and defenders will be much greater."

"The risk of penalties will also increase."

He Wei nodded.

"But he chose to shoot early."

"Perhaps we were a little too hasty."

"It's also possible that they don't have enough confidence in the continuous breakout."

The camera focuses on Baka.

He ran back as he went.

He gave a thumbs-up to Keisuke Honda and Suso.

Obviously.

I am very satisfied with the smooth teamwork between the three of them just now.

Honda gently smoothed his carefully styled hair.

The hair remained perfectly in place under the light.

He then gave Baka a friendly smile.

Raise your hand to indicate:

come back next time.

No need to rush.

Suso clapped his hands as well.

This indicates that the rhythm should be maintained.

The match continued.

Time passed by, second by second.

Both sides are looking for a weakness.

Sampdoria occasionally manages to open up the flanks through Bruno Fernandes' passes.

But the final pass was always disrupted.

AC Milan, on the other hand, constantly used their numerical advantage in midfield to win back possession.

Play a quick transition.

The scene was not dull.

The pace is even very fast.

But it's close to actually breaking through the defense.

It's always just that one last push.

...

Meanwhile, in the live broadcast room in China.

Some fans are starting to get restless.

[I hope my bet that broke the halftime score won't fall through?! I need to place one quickly, this is the only game I need!]

[Brothers, don't mess with me! My heart is about to race if you don't get in soon!]

Some people are starting to make pessimistic predictions.

[There will definitely be a goal, but it feels like a Milan goal! Sampdoria is in danger this game!]

The home advantage is incredibly strong! Milan's momentum has picked up!

Many others began to analyze the situation on the field.

[Sampdoria might really lose this game. Milan has figured out Sampdoria completely. When Lin Qiyi gets the ball, he's surrounded by two or three players. Bruno Fernandes' passing lanes are all blocked. Their midfield and attack are like a broken network. Sampdoria's front and back lines are completely disconnected.]

Some people have also noticed more detailed issues.

Milan's counter-attacks were more effective than Sampdoria's every time; their passing strategy was so clear! The chances were getting closer and closer to a goal.

Yes, that's right! At this rate, conceding a goal is only a matter of time!

On-site at San Siro.

The singing from the stands continued.

The red and black ocean surged wave after wave.

And on the sidelines.

Montella put his hands in his pockets.

His expression grew increasingly composed.

he knows.

The game is progressing in the direction it was intended to go.

the other side.

Giampaolo has started moving to the sidelines more frequently.

He kept gesturing towards the midfield.

I want to reunite the team.

But at least for now.

The wire hasn't been connected yet.

……

The game came to a brief pause.

The weather was hot and humid.

The referee signaled for a water break.

The players from both sides walked to the sidelines.

Someone was panting with their hands on their hips.

Someone is bending down and stretching their calves.

Some people took the time to listen to the coach's instructions.

The lights above San Siro are still bright.

The lawn was steaming.

He Wei said:

"The temperature in Milan today is not considered extremely high."

"But the humidity is not low."

"Plus, the game is fast-paced and highly competitive."

"The physical exertion will be greater than expected."

Xu Yang nodded.

"This kind of weather is most likely to affect judgment."

"My brain is a beat slow."

"My legs will also get heavier and heavier."

Sidelines.

Lin Qi took the water bottle.

He tilted his head back and took a gulp.

Then he lowered his head.

His eyes, however, were unusually focused.

My mind quickly reviewed everything that had happened in the last thirty minutes.

My original idea.

It utilizes the template capabilities obtained previously.

Inzaghi's ghostly movement.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic's incredible volley.

Casano's small-scale spiritual energy.

Create chaos in Milan's defense.

But reality is quite straightforward.

difficult.

It's very difficult.

The central avenue of Milan is densely populated.

Apply to prevent viciousness.

The speed of coordinated defense is extremely fast.

Meanwhile, on the system side...

No vulnerability warnings have popped up so far.

They didn't even know what was going on, and they couldn't even use the new skills they had acquired from Ronaldinho.

This illustrates one thing.

The other party's overall execution level is extremely high at this moment.

There were almost no obvious flaws in a short period of time.

Lin Qi narrowed his eyes.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

Since the old methods don't work...

Then let's change it.

Anyway, I still have a new card.

The opponent could not possibly have made any contingency plans.

Thinking about this...

He went straight to Bruno Fernandes.

B was wiping his sweat with a towel.

Seeing Lin Qi approach.

He tilted his head slightly.

Lin Qi lowered his voice.

I whispered a few words in his ear.

"Stop using ground infiltration."

"Stop those short passing combinations."

"They were too well prepared."

"It can't be penetrated."

B-Fei frowned.

Lin Qi continued:

"Powder directly."

"Forty-five degrees."

"Bomb it in."

"Don't worry about it."

B's actions stopped.

She slowly turned her head to look at him.

His eyes were full of suspicion.

"Are you serious?"

"You're 175cm..."

"Go for a header?"

"And during training..."

"I haven't seen you be that good at headers either."

This question is very reasonable.

The opposing center-backs include a heavy tank like Christian Zapata.

There's also tall center-back like Alessio Romagnoli.

Use a cross to smash it.

Theoretically, it's like giving away possession of the ball.

Lin Qi simply unscrewed the bottle cap.

I took another sip of water.

His expression was calm.

Don't ask.

Trust me this once.

"That's how it is."

B-Fei stared at him for two seconds.

This Chinese guy sounded so confident.

He was so certain it didn't seem like he was gambling.

It's more like they already know the answer.

The whistle blew when the hydration time was over.

B handed the water bottle back to the staff.

He turned and walked onto the field.

I was still half-believing and half-doubting.

……

"Okay, hydration time is over."

"Both sides are back in the game."

He Wei's voice rose again.

The clamor of San Siro descended once more.

AC Milan continued to organize their attacks.

The ball was passed around the midfield several times.

We arrived at Keisuke Honda's feet.

Honda receives the ball in the attacking midfield area.

Look up and observe.

There is a Suso diagonal insertion on the right side.

Bacca is also in a key position on the left.

However, his rhythm was slightly slower by half a second.

It seems they are still weighing the best option.

In that very instant.

A blue and white figure flew close to the ground!

Lucas Torreira!

They moved their feet extremely quickly.

The movements were clean and efficient.

It touches the ball first.

He then slid over.

They intercepted the ball from Honda's feet!

Xu Yang immediately shouted:

"pretty!"

"This is crucial!"

Honda could only helplessly shrug.

But what is even more noteworthy is...

The rest of the Milan players did not swarm back to press the ball.

They didn't rush in emotionally.

No one tried to force their way in just to show off.

Instead, they retreated almost simultaneously.

They each returned to their original defense zones.

The full-back finished the play.

Compression of the midfield flanks.

The two center-backs should maintain distance.

The entire set of movements was so synchronized that it looked like they had been rehearsed countless times.

He Wei exclaimed:

"This is the most terrifying thing about Milan today."

"Very restrained."

"Very orderly."

"Interception! Attack!"

"We've conceded a goal, let's defend."

No additional action was taken.

"There is no individual heroism."

……

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