Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Donnarumma gritted his teeth.

"So you mean I caused this ball?"

Zapata sneered.

"Otherwise what?"

"You light the fire up front."

"We'll put out the fire from behind."

"The fire hasn't been extinguished."

"You're saying there's not enough water?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The fire in the locker room was completely out of control.

Donnarumma took a step forward.

"You're really tough on the court!"

"Don't let a 1.75-meter striker ride on your head!"

Zapata also stepped up to take his place.

"Go talk to him after the game if you dare!"

"Don't yell at your own people here!"

The two were almost touching.

Montolivo and Bonaventura rushed over to pull the person away.

Abate also stood up and stood in the middle.

"That's enough!"

"Calm down, everyone!"

"The game isn't over yet!"

But nobody really calmed down.

Zapata was still cursing.

Donnarumma is still at the top.

Although Romagnoli didn't go any further, his face was already frighteningly cold.

"His positioning fooled us on the first touch."

"I'm trying to suppress my anger," Romagnoli said.

"He doesn't just rely on jumping."

"He first led us astray, then switched back to our original direction."

"Of course it's easier for you to see things from the back."

"Simple?"

Donnarumma sneered.

"When the ball goes into the net, it's certainly not easy."

Snapped!

Montella slammed the pen in his hand against the edge of the tactics board.

"That's enough!"

The head coach's voice finally subsided.

The locker room fell silent for a brief moment.

But that anger did not disappear.

They were simply forcibly held down.

Montella's face turned ashen.

His worst fears came true.

Being behind in the score is not terrible.

What's truly frightening is that the players have begun to doubt each other.

The defensive lines began blaming each other.

The goalkeeper is a strange center-back.

A strange goalkeeper who plays as a center-back.

Once this crack appears, the opponent only needs to launch a few more attacks in the second half to completely break through.

While the atmosphere remained tense.

Keisuke Honda stood up.

He didn't roar like Zapata.

He wasn't as excited as Donnarumma.

He simply stood calmly among the group of people.

Then he raised his head.

His gaze swept across the faces of Donnarumma, Zapata, and Romagnoli.

"Let's stop arguing about this now."

Does it make sense?

He pronounces words very heavily.

No one answered.

Honda continued:

"That ball has gone in."

"The referee won't disallow a goal because you're arguing."

"The score won't become 0-0 just because someone shifts the blame to someone else."

Zapata was breathing heavily.

Donnarumma's chest heaved.

Honda looked at them.

The tone gradually became more forceful.

"We are AC Milan!!!"

"This isn't a team that starts fighting amongst themselves after falling behind by one goal at halftime!"

There are tens of thousands of fans outside.

"They're still waiting for us to get out!"

"They didn't leave!"

"They didn't give up!"

He pointed towards the door.

"What do you want them to see?"

"You want us to keep arguing in the second half?"

"You saw us crumble because of just one goal?"

Honda's gaze began to sharpen.

"The true warrior was slashed."

"I won't kneel down and ask whose fault it is."

"He will grip the knife tightly."

"Stand up."

"Cut it back."

In the locker room.

Finally, it was completely quiet.

That's a bit childish.

Under normal circumstances, some people might not be able to help but laugh.

But at this moment.

Nobody can laugh.

Because Honda was taking it too seriously.

She looks so much like him.

He has always had that quality about him.

cold.

hard.

Extremely strong sense of self-esteem.

On the surface, he appears to be a business elite.

Deep down, however, he always carried an almost obsessive sense of honor.

He looked at Donnarumma.

"You're the goalkeeper."

"You'll still have to make saves in the second half."

"You must not let your emotions get the better of you."

He then looked at Romagnoli and Zapata.

"You are the center-backs."

"You need to make him believe that there is a wall in front of him."

Finally, he looked at everyone.

"We have forty-five minutes left."

That's enough.

"For the people in the stands."

"For this jersey."

"For our own sake!"

He said, word by word:

"We cannot afford to lose this match!!"

The tension in the locker room was finally quelled.

It didn't disappear.

Instead, they changed their approach.

From tearing each other apart.

It turned into an outward-facing fire.

Zapata picked up the water bottle and took a big gulp.

Then put the bottle down heavily.

"Second half."

He said.

"I'll keep a close eye on him."

Romagnoli sat down again.

He bent down to adjust the shin guards.

The voice was cold.

There won't be a second time.

Donnarumma did not speak again.

I just put my gloves back on.

Tighten it one finger at a time.

It's like sewing your pride back onto yourself.

Honda then returned to his seat.

He lowered his head.

Slowly adjust your socks.

His expression remained calm.

But nobody knows.

His mind was in turmoil at that moment.

Live broadcast across Japan.

Multiple television stations broadcast the program simultaneously.

There were also Japanese fans who came specifically to attend.

The banners in the stands.

Those shots.

Those GG merchants.

Those sponsors.

Everyone was looking at him.

This is more than just an Italian Serie A match.

to him.

This is a public trial.

If we win.

He is the Asian core who led AC Milan to turn the tide.

If we lose.

They lost to a young Chinese man who suddenly became an internet sensation.

So what will the post-match title be?

Honda loses to Lin Qi

The Rise of a New King in Asia

Chinese geniuses overshadow Japan's core talent.

These titles.

He knew it would happen almost without even thinking about it.

More realistically,

Commercial value.

Endorsement negotiations.

Brand pricing.

Everything will be recalculated.

Honda closed its eyes.

Then it slowly opened.

Panic.

Of course I panicked.

But it is precisely at times like these that...

The more you try to hide it from others, the better.

He stood up.

Finally, I tidied up my hair.

His movements remained composed.

It's like putting on a mask of composure.

then.

He looked toward the locker room door.

His gaze turned completely somber.

The second half.

We must take it back!

……

The second half begins.

Both sides returned to the field.

The lights at San Siro were still blinding.

The red and black stands did not fall silent despite being behind; instead, they erupted like an enraged volcano, with singing, applause, and shouts even more fierce than at the end of the first half.

"Alright, the second half begins!"

He Wei's voice rang out again.

AC Milan are down by one goal.

"Let's see what changes Montella will make after the halftime adjustments."

soon.

Then the changes began.

After AC Milan kicked off, they did not continue their slow, probing approach as they had in the first half.

The ball returned to Montolivo's feet.

He only paused for a moment.

With almost no extra adjustments, the ball was passed diagonally to the right.

Abate has pressed forward!

"Abate holds a very high position!"

He Wei immediately noticed the details.

"After the second half, AC Milan's two full-backs clearly started pushing forward."

"This is going to completely stretch Sampdoria's defense!"

Abate receives the ball.

Proceed with the momentum.

There was no rush to pass the ball.

Instead, he passed the ball to Suso, who was dribbling in to receive it.

Suso stopped with his left foot.

The body swayed.

Sampdoria's left-back Regini did not rush to intercept.

But Suso didn't wait either.

Ankle snap.

Pass across to the middle.

……