Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Everyone laughed so hard they almost fell over.

It's laughable as it may be.

Everyone's eyes burned with fire.

This is no ordinary celebration.

This is the ecstatic joy of the brothers after they ruthlessly defeated the wealthy family.

Nobody was jealous.

Nobody's jealous.

Nobody felt that anyone had stolen the spotlight.

Everyone knows.

This goal was achieved through the collective effort of the entire team.

Torreira intercepts the ball.

The backcourt held firm.

Bruno Fernandes crosses the ball.

Lin Qi's story ends.

Everyone is a link in the chain.

The substitutes' bench erupted in cheers.

The substitute players huddled together.

Towels and water bottles were flying everywhere.

The teaching assistants bumped chests at each other.

The team doctors were all applauding.

Giampaolo stood in front of the technical area.

His previously tense face finally relaxed.

He clenched his fist and growled.

The sound wasn't loud.

It felt like he had finally released all the pent-up frustration in his chest.

On the field.

The celebrations continue.

Lin Qi finally managed to break free from the crowd.

He was panting.

Smiling.

Looking at his teammates who were acting like lunatics.

At that moment, he suddenly understood.

So-called team.

It's not the magnetic pieces on the eleven tactical boards.

It was when you scored.

Ten people will rush over and pin you to the ground.

It's when you're being bullied.

Someone will be the first to rush forward and stand up for you.

When you win.

Everyone was even happier than if they had scored the goal themselves.

Under the lights of San Siro.

The Sampdoria players walked back to their own half of the field, arms around each other's shoulders.

Like a pack of wolves that stormed into a grand banquet hall.

And they've already taken the first bite!

……

In front of the Sampdoria bench.

The water bottle was still rolling on the ground.

Towels were scattered everywhere.

That crazy celebration just now.

It almost caused the entire coaching staff to lose their composure.

The teaching assistants hugged each other.

The substitute players rushed out of their seats.

The team doctors were all waving their fists and shouting.

After the initial excitement subsided, head coach Giampaolo...

They were the first to regain their composure.

He straightened his coat.

Take a deep breath.

His gaze returned to the court.

But looking at the zoomed-in screen, that header by Lin Qi...

His expression gradually became strange.

A few seconds later.

He turned to look at the teaching assistant beside him.

Lower your voice:

"etc."

"In our team..."

"When did we get a center?"

The teaching assistants were taken aback.

They then looked at Lin Qi at the same time.

Giampaolo frowned.

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off.

"That last moment."

"It's not a lucky shot."

"It's not just wishful thinking."

"That's standard procedure."

"Establish position in advance, engage in physical contact, lock in half-body position, jump at the right moment, and generate power with a head shake!"

"This is the complete technical chain of a traditional Italian powerful center forward."

He kept talking.

The voices rose several decibels.

"And it's not just any ordinary level!"

"That's a national team player's level of handling!"

"At least an Italian national team-level header in the penalty area!"

The teaching assistants looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one dared to speak.

Because that's what they think too.

Giampaolo couldn't help but curse again:

"This kid can do this too?!"

"You should have said so earlier!!"

"He didn't show any of that in training!"

"If only I had known sooner..."

"Tactical flexibility will at least double!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke.

They even started waving their hands.

"We can ball it from both sides!"

"It can be a fake ground attack, but a true transmission!"

"We can move Muriel to the wing and have Lin Qi enter the penalty area!"

"They could even play a high-low combination with two strikers!"

"And he's only bringing it out now?!"

The teaching assistant next to me whispered:

"Perhaps... he just discovered it himself?"

Giampaolo was silent for two seconds.

Then he waved his hand:

"impossible."

"No one can suddenly learn this on the spot."

"This child is exaggerating."

"That's an exaggeration..."

He was complaining.

But the smile in his eyes was already impossible to suppress.

That feeling.

It's like buying a family car.

As they drove it, they discovered that this car could be driven on a racetrack.

……

the other side.

Montella stood on the edge of the technical area.

His expression clearly darkened.

That last shot.

Like a sudden, unexpected blow.

He slammed it directly onto the tactics board he had carefully prepared.

I've planned it all out.

He disassembled and studied all the video recordings of Lin Qi's previous two matches.

Positioning.

Fight back.

Ground coordination.

Explosive sprint.

The sense of smell at the door.

I've studied it all.

But one thing I didn't expect...

This guy can actually become a powerful center forward!

And it's in this style.

She is only about 1.75 meters tall.

But he played like an old-school number nine in the penalty area.

That instant.

Montella even saw some long-lost shadows.

During the golden age of Italian football.

Those men who make defenders' scalps tingle when they step into the penalty area.

He gritted his teeth.

My mind raced through the possibilities.

Then I suddenly realized another possibility.

"Gianpaolo..."

"I see."

Montella squinted.

In an instant, the whole thing clicked into place in my mind.

The first thirty minutes.

Lin Qi continued to play according to the old rules.

Retreat to provide support.

Interspersed on the ground.

The impact came from behind.

This gradually confirmed for the entire Milan team:

He is still the same Lin Qi from the first two rounds.

Once the game gets going.

Physical strength is being depleted.

Attention began to wane.

Near the halfway point.

Suddenly switch skill trees.

He delivered a fatal blow with a header technique he had never shown before.

Montella's lips twitched.

"That old fox..."

"You're really good at pretending."

"There are smoke bombs everywhere ahead."

"The real killer move has been hidden until now."

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

Giampaolo is in his heart.

He instantly transformed from a regular academic coach.

He was upgraded to a cunning and shrewd strategist.

"I never expected this..."

Montella muttered to herself.

"You can play this too?"

Available in the next second.

He abruptly shook off these thoughts.

Now is not the time to admire your opponent.

The scoreboard read 0 to 1.

This is San Siro.

Trailing at home.

If we don't make adjustments...

The situation and emotions will continue to spiral out of control.

He immediately took two more steps closer to the court.

Put your hands on either side of your mouth and start shouting.

Speaking at an extremely fast pace:

"Kutska".

"When retreating to defend, first stop at the near post of the penalty area."

"Zapata, you fucking cling even tighter."

"We can no longer allow them to comfortably cross the ball from the wings."

"besides……"

His gaze swept over Honda and Montolivo near the center circle.

"Pace the midfield."

"We need to win the ball back immediately."

Montella returned to the starting position.

His gaze sharpened once more.

That ball hurt.

But the competition.

It's far from over.

……

The ball is kicked off from the center circle.

The game has restarted.

The noise at San Siro has not subsided.

On the contrary, it is because of its backwardness.

There was an added layer of restlessness and anger.

He Wei observed the situation on the field, his voice calm and clear.

"We see that AC Milan is currently trailing 0-1."

"But the overall rhythm wasn't disrupted."

"They have maintained their formation integrity."

"The layers were still clear when the attack was advanced."

"This is the foundation of a traditional powerhouse team."

"Having experienced great events and weathered great storms."

"It's difficult to immediately disrupt their game when they're down by one goal."

Xu Yang immediately took over the conversation.

His tone carried the judgment of someone who came from a player's background.

I disagree slightly.

"On the surface, it does seem stable."

"But we are all human beings."

"Especially in matches where you prepare a lot beforehand and feel confident that you have your opponent in the bag."

"We were suddenly scored on an unexpected goal."

"Your mindset will definitely change."

"It's just that professional players are better at controlling their emotions."

"It's unlikely to be immediately apparent from the actions."

"But that initial emotional fluctuation definitely occurred."