Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

The camera continues to follow Donnarumma.

This time, the close-up shot clearly captured his face.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

Tears were already streaming down her face.

He roughly wiped it with the back of his hand.

It's as if they don't want the camera to capture it.

The more you rub it, the more obvious it becomes.

He really cried.

That wasn't wailing.

It wasn't a complete collapse.

Rather, it's a loss of control after one's self-esteem has been brutally torn apart.

He is too young.

So young that for most of his life before that, he was on the rise.

Debut.

Stunning.

A genius goalkeeper.

Italy's future.

The new Buffon.

All the praise came to him like a tidal wave.

He was used to being expected of something.

I'm used to being praised.

I've also gotten used to responding to the world with my talents.

But tonight.

Lin Qixian scored with a header.

He then broke through from midfield and finally beat him in the penalty area.

That instant.

Donnarumma's choice is no longer goalkeeping skills.

It is the self-esteem of young people.

Let the ball pass.

They won't let anyone pass.

then.

Red card.

Penalty kick.

The entire audience was watching.

He went from a brilliant goalkeeper to the protagonist of a home-field disaster.

Is it hateful?

Of course it's hateful.

Pre-match provocation.

Impulsive on the field.

The last thrust was almost out of control.

Poor?

They are indeed pitiful.

Because everyone can see it.

He is not bad.

He's just too young.

Too smooth.

Too proud.

They were far too unprepared to face this level of attack.

He Wei said softly:

"Competitive sports can be very cruel at times."

"Just a second ago, you were the future in everyone's eyes."

"One second from now, you may be left to face the boos of the entire audience all by yourself."

"Donnarumma made a mistake tonight."

"But he is indeed still very young."

"This class will hurt a lot."

Sidelines.

Montella was standing there.

His complexion remained grim.

He was certainly angry.

Of course I was disappointed.

Even seconds before, he wanted nothing more than to slam the tactical board onto the ground.

But when Donnarumma walked up to him...

Montella ultimately refrained from uttering the curse.

He looked at the young goalkeeper whose eyes were red and swollen.

Watching him grit his teeth, trying his best not to completely break down.

The fire in my heart suddenly subsided by half.

Further criticism?

It's pointless now.

A talented player is bound to have a night like this sooner or later.

Humiliated.

It was penetrated.

He was punished.

He was the center of attention.

If we can get through this.

This is growth.

If we can't get through it.

A genius is just a genius.

Montella stepped forward.

Not much was said.

She simply opened her arms and hugged him.

Donnarumma was still trying to hold back.

But this hug...

Instead, her emotions completely collapsed.

He lowered his head.

His shoulder visibly twitched.

Tears streamed down my face.

Montella patted him on the back.

He said in a low voice:

"go back."

"Calm down."

"Remember this night from now on."

Donnarumma did not answer.

Just nodded.

Then, with his head down, he slowly walked towards the players' tunnel.

His back view was tall and imposing.

Yet it seemed lonely.

The lights of San Siro fell on him.

Like a cold, hard knife.

……

AC Milan's side.

A change of personnel is now unavoidable.

Donnarumma was sent off with a red card.

The goalkeeper position is empty.

No matter how unwilling Montella was.

Regardless of how many offensive adjustments he originally planned for the second half.

This moment.

We must first solve the most practical problem.

There can't be no one guarding the gate.

Sidelines.

The fourth official raised the substitution sign.

AC Milan make a substitution.

Number 1, Gabriel makes his appearance.

The one who was replaced was...

Number 18, Montolivo.

He Wei immediately said:

"AC Milan made a forced substitution."

"Substitute goalkeeper Gabriel comes on."

"Replace captain Montolivo."

Xu Yang sighed.

"no way."

"That's the most troublesome thing about a goalkeeper being sent off."

"You're not even fighting one less person, that's not all."

"We must immediately sacrifice one player on the field and bring on a substitute goalkeeper."

"With Montolivo around, AC Milan's midfield organization will be greatly affected."

"But at this point, there was no other choice."

The camera focused on Gabriel as he walked onto the field.

The young Brazilian goalkeeper looked tense.

He jogged along while quickly putting on his gloves.

He Wei began his introduction:

"Gabriel, the 23-year-old Brazilian goalkeeper."

"His resume during his youth team days was very impressive."

"The starting goalkeeper for Brazil, the 2011 FIFA U-20 World Cup champions."

"A member of the Brazilian Olympic team at the 2012 London Olympics, who won a silver medal with the team."

"Judging from his talent and experience, he is a young goalkeeper who has been highly anticipated."

Xu Yang continued:

"Yes."

"Although he never truly secured a starting position at AC Milan."

"Especially after Donnarumma's meteoric rise, his opportunities have become even fewer."

"But that's football."

"Sometimes a single game or a single moment can change a career."

He Wei lowered his voice as well.

"This is the opportunity that's now in front of him."

"Just made their debut."

"The first thing."

"Facing a penalty kick."

"If he could pounce..."

"That could save AC Milan."

"It might even bring him back into the spotlight across Europe."

Xu Yang nodded.

"That's right."

Even if he still can't get a starting position at Milan afterwards.

"If he saves that penalty, other teams will reassess his value."

"What young goalkeepers need most is this kind of highlight."

The problem is...

"Can he pounce?"

The camera cuts to the penalty spot.

Sampdoria side.

The players huddled together and exchanged a few words.

Logically speaking...

There are other penalty takers on the team.

B fees can be fined.

Muriel can also be penalized.

But in the end.

The football was ultimately handed over to Lin Qi.

He Wei said:

"Lin Qi will take this penalty kick again."

"I think this choice is fine."

"First of all, he earned this penalty himself."

"Secondly, he is currently leading the Serie A scoring charts."

"He has already scored 6 goals this season."

"It would be unreasonable not to let him punish at a time like this."

Xu Yang also said:

"And if this goal goes in, it will be a brace."

Sampdoria are leading 2-0 and have a one-man advantage.

"The situation in the game completely changed."

Lin Qi stood in front of the penalty spot.

Bend over.

Position the ball correctly.

He didn't rush to retreat.

Instead, he gently stomped on the grass with the soles of his feet.

Confirm the landing point of the support feet.

Gabriel stood on the goal line.

Arms outstretched.

Jumping left and right.

Trying to make oneself appear more intimidating.

The boos from San Siro were deafening once again.

The AC Milan fans did everything they could to disrupt Lin Qi.

But at this very moment...

Before Lin Qi's eyes.

The system dialog box pops up.

[Vulnerability identified!]

[Target: Gabriel!]

[Status: Just came on as a substitute, not yet fully in rhythm, under immense psychological pressure!]

[Core weakness: He lacks sufficient confidence to wait for the exact moment of the shot before reacting, tending instead to anticipate the direction in advance!]

[Behavioral Analysis: His primary focus for saves is the right flank! He's prepared to gamble on that side!]

[Execution Instruction:]

[Shoot down the right wing: 15% chance of scoring!]

[Shoot down the middle: 100% chance of scoring!]

[Shoot down the left wing: 100% chance of scoring!]

[Suggestion: Avoid the right flank and calmly finish the attack!]

……