Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

The higher-ups' eyes lit up.

Ferrero became more and more excited as he spoke.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the private room.

"What do they want?"

"The grandstand seats are ruined!"

"Home team poster space!"

"Outdoor LED screen!"

"The area on the chest of the training uniform!"

"Some people even asked if the jersey sleeve patch was still on!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

He was smiling like he'd won the lottery.

How many games will Lin Qicai play?

"The money has grown legs and come running to me!"

A senior executive asked in a low voice:

"Shall we reply now?"

Ferrero immediately waved his hand.

His expression turned shrewd and calculating.

"No rush."

"There's absolutely no rush."

"The more people scramble for it."

"The higher the price."

"Let them wait and see."

"Let them get even more anxious."

He squinted.

Like a seasoned businessman looking at a table full of chips.

"Let's wait for Lin Qi to score another one in the second half."

"Prices can still rise."

……

the other side.

AC Milan dressing room.

The door closed.

The sounds from the San Siro outside were instantly shut out by the heavy doors.

But the air in the locker room did not quiet down.

in contrast.

It felt even more oppressive.

0:1.

This score is like a thorn in my side.

It's etched into everyone's heart.

After conceding a goal in the first half, the AC Milan players on the field maintained the professional demeanor expected of professional players in front of the live broadcast cameras.

without crashing.

There was no mutual blame.

No one shrugged and roared in front of tens of thousands of spectators.

But that's only on the surface.

Professional athletes are not without emotions.

They are just better at hiding their emotions.

And now.

The camera is gone.

The audience can no longer see it.

All the things that had been weighing on my heart finally began to surface.

Montella stood in front of the tactics board.

His face was gloomy.

He didn't immediately start cursing.

Instead, he picked up a pen and tapped it heavily on the tactics board twice.

thump.

thump.

The locker room gradually quieted down.

"Second half."

Montella opened his mouth.

"We can't play like we did in the last fifteen minutes of the first half."

"Sampdoria is already in the lead."

"They will continue to waste time."

"They'll pass the buck."

"They'll disrupt the rhythm."

"If we keep waiting, if we keep being slow, if we keep thinking of using the same method as in the first half to slowly wear them down..."

He paused for a moment.

His gaze swept across everyone's face.

"The game is over."

No one spoke.

Montella turned around and quickly drew lines on the tactics board.

"Abate."

He called out names directly.

"Your positioning will be further forward in the second half."

"You can't just receive the ball in the safe zone."

"You need to widen the width of the side lanes."

"Force their left-back out."

Abate head.

"De Sciglio".

"The same applies to your side."

"Don't let Sampdoria's wingers easily pull back."

"We must widen their defensive lines."

Montella then looked toward the midfield.

Montolivo.

"You need to pass the ball faster."

"One kick, two kicks."

"Don't wait."

"They have the lead now, so they'll definitely tighten their grip even more. If you slow down, they'll shut down their pockets."

Montolivo looked up.

"clear."

"Kutska".

Montella continued.

"You weren't just on defense in the second half."

"When you see Bruno Fernandes with the ball, you should still press him."

"But when we attack, you have to push forward and hold off the second ball."

"We can't let them clear the ball easily."

"Bonaventura".

"Go deeper into your rib area."

"Don't always stay on the periphery to provide support."

"We need someone to move between their midfield and defense."

At last.

Montella looked at Keisuke Honda.

"Honda".

His tone softened slightly, but the emphasis remained.

"You need to switch places with Suso more often."

"Don't just stand in the attacking midfield area waiting for the ball."

"You need to bring out their lower back."

"As long as you take Torreira away from the middle, Bacca will have space."

Keisuke Honda was sitting there.

Keep your back straight.

He nodded quietly.

"Suso".

"You can be more daring after you receive the ball."

"Cut inside, shoot from long range, play a through ball."

"Don't always wait for backup."

"Baka".

Montella looked at him one last time.

"You rushed your chance in the first half."

"If we have another chance like this in the second half, we should charge straight into the penalty area."

"Let them make mistakes."

"Make them afraid."

Baka frowned and nodded.

The atmosphere in the locker room had been gradually pulled back to the tactical level by Montella.

But just then...

A young voice, though tinged with suppressed anger, suddenly rang out.

"Then you can't let him keep pushing like that."

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

It was Donnarumma who spoke.

He sat in his seat, his gloves not completely off.

He looked very unwell.

The young goalkeeper's eyes held both resentment and anger.

"I already told Lin Qi before the match."

"I said he couldn't possibly score against me today."

His voice grew even deeper as he spoke.

"And the result?"

"He still got in."

Zapata was drinking water.

Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment.

Romagnoli also raised his head.

Donnarumma seemed to have finally lost his temper.

He raised his hand and pointed to the tactics board, then pointed towards the door.

"But how could he have headed that ball?"

He's only 1.75 meters tall.

"You two, one is 1.87 meters tall and the other is 1.93 meters tall."

"Let him block the position in the middle."

"Let him head the ball at that speed."

"They're still so close."

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"How am I supposed to pounce?"

locker room.

A moment of deathly silence.

This sentence.

Like a barrel of gasoline.

It was poured directly into the already heated iron pot.

Zapata suddenly stood up.

The chair slammed backward with a jarring sound.

"What did you say?!"

He stared at Donnarumma.

His face darkened completely.

"Say it again!"

Donnarumma also stood up.

Once a young person gets angry, it's impossible to control it.

Did I say something wrong?

"That's your defense zone!"

"He pushed his way in from among you!"

"Is this my fault?!"

"Is it your fault?"

Zapata took a step forward.

"Of course it's your fault!"

Montolivo immediately reached out to stop him.

"Christian, calm down."

Zapata didn't stop at all.

He pointed at Donnarumma:

"Who provoked him before the match?!"

"Who told him in the players' tunnel that he couldn't score?!"

"Who's deliberately trying to stir up trouble for that Chinese kid?"

"Who do you think you are?!"

"What do you think this is?!"

"Street bickering?"

Donnarumma's face turned red:

"That's confidence!"

"What kind of football is it if the goalkeeper lacks confidence?"

Romagnoli stood up at this moment.

He is usually much calmer than Zapata.

But at this moment, his expression was equally grim.

"Confidence is not a problem."

Romagnoli stared at Donnarumma.

"The problem is that you provoked Lin Qi."

"He has never shown this kind of heading ability before."

"All our pre-match strategies were based on his first two matches."

"So you went and provoked him before the match."

"Then he suddenly pulled out something that no one had ever seen before!"

Romagnoli's voice grew colder and colder.

"Now you're blaming us?!"

……