Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Lin Qi was so tightly held that he could hardly breathe.

But she still smiled faintly.

Then, very seriously, he replied:

"Yes."

"I am the hero myself."

Giampaolo paused for a second.

The teaching assistants next to them were also stunned for a second.

Then the entire Sampdoria coaching staff burst into laughter again.

"Hahahaha!"

"What did he say?"

"A true hero!"

"When did this kid learn to talk like that?"

Giampaolo couldn't help but laugh.

He patted Lin Qi on the back forcefully.

"good!"

"Then let's continue being heroes!"

"Let's bring this victory back to Genoa!"

Lin Qi nodded.

He turned around and ran back onto the court.

Behind them came the almost frenzied applause and shouts from the Sampdoria bench.

……

On the other side.

AC Milan coaching staff.

It's a completely different world.

After the penalty kick was scored.

Montella stopped standing on the sidelines and shouting.

He did not continue waving and giving instructions.

He stood there.

Looking at the scoreboard, it's 0-2.

Looking at their team with one less player.

Watching Donnarumma disappear into the player tunnel.

Watching Gabriel retrieve the ball from the net.

I felt completely drained.

A few seconds later.

He slowly turned around.

He walked back to the bench step by step.

Then he plopped down on his bottom.

It's not about sitting.

It's more like paralysis.

My back slumped heavily against the chair back.

Place your hands on either side of your body.

His eyes were vacant.

He's been a player for so many years.

He then worked as a coach for a few more years.

I know all too well what a 0-2 score at this point in time means.

The second half.

Trailing by two goals.

One less person to fight.

The goalkeeper has just been sent off.

Midfield playmaker Montolivo was also forced to be substituted.

The home fans began to get anxious.

The players' mentality has already cracked.

This game.

He has most likely confessed.

It wasn't entirely without miracles.

But miracles can't be created by a coach's stubbornness.

Montella lowered her head.

He wiped his face with his hand.

Then suddenly he slammed his fist on the armrest of the seat.

boom!

The teaching assistant next to him was startled.

Montella tugged at her collar again.

It felt like he couldn't breathe.

He wanted to swear.

I want to yell.

I want to break the tactical board in half.

But in the end, only a very low curse remained.

"Damn it..."

The AC Milan players on the bench were all dejected.

Some people kept their heads down, not daring to look at the field.

Some people crossed their arms and turned pale.

Someone leaned back in their seat, their eyes blank.

The substitute strikers, who were eager to try out in the warm-up area just moments ago, have now slowed down their movements.

It's like suddenly not knowing what you can change even if you go on stage.

The teaching assistants stood aside.

Holding documents in his hand.

But no one spoke.

A replacement plan?

Tactical adjustment?

Should we continue pressing?

A defensive retreat?

These problems certainly still need to be solved.

But faced with the reality of being down 0-2 and playing with one less player.

All the paper proposals seemed pale in comparison.

The red and black stands at San Siro were also enveloped in an eerie atmosphere.

It's not complete silence.

Instead, it was a mixture of anger, disappointment, and anxiety.

Someone is still singing.

People started cursing.

Someone put their hands on their head.

Some people just stared blankly at the lawn.

The home ground of a powerhouse is never short of passion.

But when passion backfires.

That sense of oppression can also turn against one's own people.

Montella sat there.

Listening to the chaotic sounds all around.

For the first time, I clearly realized:

San Siro tonight.

They may no longer belong to AC Milan.

At least for now.

It belongs to that young man named Lin Qi.

……

The AC Milan players stood in their respective positions.

For a few seconds.

No one spoke.

That wasn't the usual silence after conceding a goal.

Rather, it's a blankness that comes after being stunned.

That series of events just now happened too fast.

Lin Qi receives the ball in midfield.

He dribbled past several opponents in quick succession.

They stormed into the restricted area.

Get past Donnarumma.

Penalty kick.

Red card.

Gabriel enters the game.

Penalty kick converted.

The whole set.

AC Milan's players were forced to watch a nightmare, as if their heads were being held down.

Abate stood on the side of the road, looking down at the grass.

He was pressing very deeply just now.

When they chased back, they could only see Lin Qi's back as he rushed past.

That feeling of powerlessness is frustrating.

Bonaventura stands with his hands on his hips.

Her lips were pressed tightly together.

He originally planned to make forward runs in the second half to change the situation.

But now, Montolivo has been substituted and Donnarumma has been sent off, leaving the team with one less player.

All plans have fallen apart.

The expressions of several local players were particularly complex.

Before the match, some of them had even booked booths at nightclubs.

After the match.

Win.

Home game.

Milan at night.

AC Milan holds the top spot in the standings.

In addition, there was a group of beautiful women who had been in contact with us beforehand.

This should have been a perfect night.

But now?

Let alone dancing.

They didn't even have the courage to glance at the stands.

Someone muttered a curse under their breath.

"Damn it, what bad luck..."

The other person ripped off the wristband and gripped it tightly in their hand.

If we lose like this tonight.

Why bother going to nightclubs?

Do you want to be photographed and made a laughing stock?

In contrast.

Keisuke Honda was unusually calm.

He was standing near the center circle.

His face didn't reveal much of his expression.

His breathing was just a little heavier.

He watched Lin Qi running back in the distance.

His eyes were deep and somber.

This moment.

Honda, however, didn't feel much anger.

There wasn't even any dissent.

This game has been going on until now.

AC Milan's loss was not unjustified.

It's not unfair at all.

Sampdoria's lead wasn't due to luck.

It wasn't because the referee stole the two balls.

Lin Yongqi broke Milan's defensive plan with a header for the first goal.

With the second goal, he blasted his way through midfield, completely shattering the entire defense.

This is strength.

There's not much to say.

Honda smiled and looked down.

The smile was faint.

There's also a hint of self-deprecation.

As a midfielder, he knew all too well the value of this kind of striker.

If I had a teammate like Lin Qi in front of me...

What would that feel like?

One that can move around.

They can compete for the top spot.

It can fight back.

It can turn its back.

It can perform one-on-one bombing.

A striker who can also calmly handle penalty kicks in crucial moments.

There are people like this standing in front.

The midfielders simply need to get the ball into the right area.

The number of assists will rise like water.

After a season.

How many assists can I get?

How many of those passes can he make that get repeatedly edited into highlight reels?

This kind of striker.

It's a midfielder's dream.

pity.

Lin Qi was wearing blue and white.

It's not red and black.

Honda looked up at the stands.

There was a small group of Japanese fans there.

They were still waving banners.

They were still calling his name.

"Honda!"

"Honda!"

The sound wasn't the loudest.

But it's very clear.

VIP seating direction.

Those brand representatives are still there.

Luxury goods owner.

GG Merchant.

broker.

Media relations professional.

Everyone is watching.

Honda's gaze tightened again.

We can't just let it end like this.

Even if we can't win.

We must not collapse like losers.

Even if it's just for show.

We must also maintain our composure.

Because in professional football.

Often, people look at more than just the results.

It also depends on how you lose.

Montolivo had already been substituted at this point.

Donnarumma was sent off.

The people who truly need to step up and maintain order on the field.

Only he remained.

Honda suddenly clapped his hands.

The sound was very loud.