Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

"concentrated!"

Honda shouted to his teammates.

"The game isn't over yet!"

"Don't bow your head!"

He looked at Kuczka.

"Yulai, hold the middle!"

Then they turned to Bonaventura.

"Giacomo, come back and get the ball, we still have to play!"

Shout to Suso again:

Keep running!

"As long as there's time, there's always a chance!"

His tone was firm.

Like a piece of cold iron.

Several AC Milan players finally raised their heads.

Zapata let out a heavy sigh.

Romagnoli gritted his teeth and returned to the defensive line.

Bacca stood in the center circle and placed the ball.

The team is not yet alive.

But at least it didn't continue to sink.

……

at the same time.

Inside the VIP box.

Ferrero has completely gone mad.

The moment the penalty kick went into the net.

He jumped up from the sofa.

Arms raised high.

Like a child who has just been announced to have won the lottery.

"It's in!"

"It's in again!"

"Two to zero!"

"We're 2-0 at San Siro!"

He grabbed a club executive next to him and hugged him tightly.

Slap the other person's back hard.

Did you see that?

"Did you see that?!"

"This child is a gem!"

"No, it's a diamond!"

"No! It's an oil field!"

The higher-ups were almost breathless from his slaps.

But his face was full of smiles.

"Boss, calm down."

"calm?"

Ferrero's eyes widened.

How can I calm down now?

"Luckily, I hung up the phone just now!"

He waved his phone.

It's as if they're showing the world how wise their decision was.

"fortunately!"

"Otherwise, I would have missed that goal again!"

"Several new Chinese brands just started calling me, almost killing me!"

Done.

He simply pressed and held the power button on his phone.

Shut down.

The movements were swift and decisive.

It's like dealing with an enemy spy device.

"Starting now."

"Nobody's going to bother me while I'm watching the game."

He put his phone on the table.

He looked very serious.

"Let's talk about it after the game."

"Lin Qi's net worth is increasing every minute now."

"The offer has to be recalculated every time a goal is scored."

"There's no rush now."

"Make them wait."

"Let those brands worry slowly."

"The more urgent the situation, the more money you'll make."

The senior executives exchanged glances.

all laughed.

Ferrero suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right."

"Didn't that apprentice Kang just say he wanted the home-field advantage?"

Tell them the price will double.

"Where's Wa Niu Ha?"

"Also, let's translate it."

"Anta Sports?"

"Let them prepare a new plan."

"Mijia Technology?"

"Tell them that young people like technology, and Lin Qi is young too. This story is worth telling, but the price must match the story."

He spoke with great enthusiasm.

It's like I can already see strings of euros falling from the ceiling.

Just as laughter and cheerful conversation filled the private room.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.

A staff member peeked in.

He looked a little nervous.

"Boss."

"Mr. Giorgio Armani has arrived."

Ferrero's movements abruptly stopped.

"Who?"

The staff member repeated it in a low voice.

"Mr. Armani."

The private room fell silent instantly.

next second.

The door was gently pushed open.

An elderly man with silver hair walked in slowly.

Giorgio Armani.

He is not young anymore.

But his posture remained upright.

The suit is perfectly tailored.

There are no unnecessary wrinkles.

He stood there, as if he were part of the city of Milan itself.

elegant.

restraint.

expensive.

There's no need to deliberately show it off.

Ferrero went to meet him almost immediately.

His expression instantly shifted from ecstatic joy to utterly flattered.

"Mr. Armani!"

"Why did you come here in person?"

He stretched out his hand.

They were even three times more polite than usual.

Armani smiled slightly.

I shook hands with him.

"Wouldn't it be alright if I didn't disturb you?"

"Of course not!"

Ferrero quickly replied.

"It is my honor that you could come."

Several Sampdoria executives also stood up.

No one dared to be negligent in the face of a Milan bigwig of this caliber.

Armani didn't sit down immediately.

I only glanced at the stadium outside the window.

Watching the figure of the boy waiting to restart the game.

"A very exciting match."

He said.

Ferrero immediately grinned from ear to ear.

"Yes, it was fantastic, especially Lin Qi."

"He's tonight..."

He wanted to continue playing.

But Armani simply raised his hand slightly.

His smile remained gentle.

"Let's watch the game first."

"Some things to say."

"We'll talk about it after the game."

Ferrero was taken aback.

His eyes lit up immediately.

There's something to say.

And it's not Mandarin.

He nodded quickly.

"well."

"Let's watch the game first."

Armani sat down in the private box.

A composed demeanor.

His gaze remained calm as he looked across the arena.

Ferrero returned to his seat.

He tried to remain calm on the surface.

But she couldn't suppress the smile from her lips.

The Chinese brand is making a phone call.

The bigwig of Milan personally entered the private room.

The team is leading 2-0 at the San Siro.

Lin Qimei is getting married for the second time.

This moment.

Ferrero suddenly felt...

This is the best decision I've ever made in my life.

It's possible that they brought that young Chinese man to Sampdoria.

……

The game has restarted.

2:0.

One less person to fight.

The match is also gradually coming to an end.

The roar of San Siro still lingers.

But the frenzied momentum that ignited at the start of the second half has clearly weakened.

AC Milan players are still running.

It's still circulating.

Still trying to move forward.

But many things.

It has changed visibly.

Abate's pressing was not as resolute.

Bonaventura also inserted his ribs less frequently.

Bacca remained aggressive when calling for the ball in the attacking third, but his teammates were already a beat too slow in delivering the ball.

Even when Suso cuts inside with the ball, he lacks the initial ferocity of "I must break through the defense."

He Wei observed the situation on the field and slowly said:

"As the game progressed to this stage, we could clearly feel that the AC Milan players' morale had waned somewhat."

"It's not that they don't want to play."

"It's not about giving up completely."

"But the spirit of gritting your teeth and charging forward when you first came back in the second half is different now."

Xu Yang nodded.

"That's normal."

"From a sports psychology perspective, being down by one goal and being down by two goals are completely different mindsets."

"When you're down by one goal, you feel like as long as you equalize, the game can start all over again."

"But when you're down by two goals, especially when you're down to ten men, the players have a lot more on their minds."

"If I press down now, will it be lost again later?"

"Was all this effort of mine even worthwhile?"

"Is there enough time?"

"Can my teammates keep up?"

"When you have too many of these thoughts, your actions will slow down."

He Wei continued:

"Moreover, many of the players on the field are still young."

"Young players are explosive and their emotions are contagious."

"But conversely, psychological fluctuations will also be more pronounced."

"The impact Lin Qi had on AC Milan tonight wasn't just about the score."

"It's more about the psychological level."

……

Sidelines.

Sampdoria coaching area.

Giampaolo was standing near the sideline.

He raised his hand and gestured in Lin Qi's direction.

……