Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

The cabin fell silent for a moment.

Viviano looked back around.

I looked around again.

I didn't see the Colombian who's usually the noisiest.

Normally, Muriel would never be this quiet if he were on a plane.

Viviano's expression changed.

"Where are the others?"

The teaching assistant next to him had a rather subtle expression.

I hesitated for a moment.

"Well……"

Viviano frowned.

"Don't 'uh'."

"explain."

The teaching assistant sighed.

"Last night... he was detained."

"What?"

Viviano nearly stood up from his seat.

"Detained?"

The teaching assistant lowered his voice.

"In the red-light district."

Viviano paused for a moment.

He then breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's not illegal."

"It's not because of that."

"Why is that?"

The teaching assistant's expression became even more complicated.

"He's drunk."

"Then……"

"Peeing into the cup of someone who is going to the toilet."

The cabin fell into a deathly silence.

A few seconds later.

Someone couldn't help but let out a sound:

"what?"

The teaching assistant continued:

"That person took a sip after he came back."

"The taste is off."

"Someone nearby told him it was Murielgan's."

"Then the other side attacked directly."

"Muriel fought back."

"The two of them started fighting."

"They were all taken away in the end."

The cabin was silent for a full three seconds.

then.

I don't know who laughed first.

Immediately afterwards, the entire rear half of the plane exploded.

"What did he do?!"

"Putting it in someone else's cup?!"

"And they even let someone take a sip?!"

"That's even more outrageous than his crosses!"

B covered his face.

"I knew he wouldn't have gotten away with anything last night."

Torreira was stunned.

"How long would someone be detained in Italy?"

The teaching assistant quickly waved his hand.

"rest assured."

"The club's legal department has already taken care of it."

"The problem isn't particularly serious."

"It shouldn't interfere with the next round of matches."

Viviano, however, was not entirely reassured.

He rubbed his temples.

"should?"

What does "should" mean?

"We are on a roll right now."

"The opponent in the next round is also not weak."

"The main lineup cannot be changed casually."

"Especially Muriel."

Although people often joke about Muriel.

But Viviano knows very well that Muriel is useful to the team now.

His speed, impact, and pulling power.

It can help Lin Qi share a lot of defensive firepower.

He wasn't there.

The frontcourt structure will change.

Lin Qi will also face greater pressure.

Front row of the airplane.

Giampaolo obviously already knew about this.

He is currently leaning back in his seat.

His expression was much more complicated than before.

They just won 3-0 against AC Milan away from home.

Logically speaking, he should be able to wake up laughing in his sleep.

As a result, Muriel caused this kind of trouble in Milan in the middle of the night.

He truly lives up to his reputation as Muriel.

They can always create tactical problems for the team in unexpected ways.

The teaching assistant sat down next to him.

He said in a low voice:

"The legal department said it's not a big problem."

"But he will definitely miss training for the next few days."

Giampaolo rubbed his temples.

"A few days?"

"Conservatively speaking, two or three days."

"If the procedure is a bit more complicated..."

The teaching assistant paused for a moment.

"It could take even longer."

Paul's complexion worsened.

"What if they're detained for fifteen days?"

The teaching assistant didn't dare to say anything.

fifteen days.

That would basically render it useless.

Not just the next round.

The pace of the game will be affected from now on.

Giampaolo quickly calculated in his mind.

If Muriel can't catch up.

What to do in the frontcourt?

Veteran Quagliarella can certainly play.

Experienced.

Shooting skills are stable.

The feeling in front of the door is also good.

The problem is that she's old.

His running ability is incomparable to Muriel's.

The impact force was also insufficient.

More importantly, he can't consistently drift to the flanks, sprint, and create space like Muriel does.

If Quagliarella is on the field.

The amount of firepower surrounding Lin Qi will decrease.

The opposing defenders could have focused more attention on Lin Qi.

This is troublesome.

Giampaolo said in a low voice:

"Quagliarella can play."

"But he can't run much longer."

"We need someone to help Lin Qi open up a defensive line now."

The teaching assistant thought for a moment.

Suddenly he said:

"or……"

"How about trying Hick?"

Giampaolo looked up.

"Patrick Hick?"

The teaching assistant nodded.

"Um."

"The young Czech player."

I bought it in the summer, but haven't used it much yet.

"But he's 1.91 meters tall."

"He's in good physical condition."

"The ground isn't entirely rough."

Even if your archery skills are still inconsistent.

"At least it can serve as a fulcrum."

"Let him stand next to Lin Qi."

"Help Lin Qi draw some of the center-backs away."

"It might have a miraculous effect."

Giampaolo remained silent.

Hick.

young.

Tall stature.

Good left foot.

It also has potential.

The problem is that he hasn't fully adapted to the pace of Serie A yet.

There are considerable risks involved in dating young people like this.

But now that I think about it...

Isn't Lin Qi a young man too?

Wasn't Torreira a young man too?

Skriniar is also very young.

The team's current momentum is, to some extent, a result of the young players stepping up and playing well.

Maybe.

One more young person wouldn't be a bad thing.

Moreover, Hick's physical condition is indeed very attractive.

1.91 meters.

Standing in the restricted area is itself a form of restraint.

If he can help Lin Qi hold off a center-back.

Lin Qi's space will then become larger.

Giampaolo stroked his chin.

I thought for a few seconds.

Then he slowly said:

"That's not impossible either."

The teaching assistant's eyes lit up.

Giampaolo continued:

"When we get back, have Hick do extra training."

"Focus on practicing back extensions."

"First pass".

"To draw defenders away from the penalty area."

"And the cooperation with Lin Qi."

He paused for a moment.

Further addition:

"Don't tell Muriel yet."

The teaching assistant was taken aback.

Why?

Giampaolo sneered.

"Let him reflect on his actions in the detention cell."

"Don't think the team won't function without him."

Several teaching assistants in the front row couldn't help but laugh.

And the back row.

Lin Qi heard the name "Hick".

His eyes flickered slightly.

Patrick Hick.

He remembered this person.

In his previous life, he scored a spectacular lob shot in the European Cup.

Tall.

Left foot is better.

The feet are fine.

He's not a traditional, bulky center.

If I could really team up with him...

Perhaps it is indeed quite interesting.

Torreira was still engrossed in the topic of buying a house.

Suddenly asked in a low voice:

"Should I hold off on buying a house and wait until I get more bonuses?"

Lin Qi glanced at him.

Then he said very seriously:

"Let's save them up first."

"Don't rush."

Torreira nodded.

"it is good."

The plane passed through the clouds.

Flying towards Genoa.

outside the window.

Sunlight falls on the sea of ​​clouds.

A bright light.

……

One hour later.

The plane began its descent.

outside the window.

The Genoa coastline gradually came into view.

The sunlight fell on the Ligurian Sea, like shattered silver flakes, spreading layer upon layer into the distance.

The fuselage gave a slight jolt.

The tires are in contact with the runway.

The entire Sampdoria team returned to Genoa.

I just walked out of the arrivals area.

The players then heard a huge cheer coming from outside.

This is not an airport announcement.

It wasn't the passengers who were noisy.

Instead, it was a neat, enthusiastic shout, imbued with a blue and white mood.

Outside the arrival hall.

Behind the barriers, Sampdoria fans had already packed the area.

Someone was wearing a scarf.

Some people were wearing old-style jerseys.

Someone held up a hand-drawn poster.

There were also children riding on their fathers' shoulders, waving blue and white flags.

The moment the players appeared.

The entire hall seemed to be on fire.

"Forest!!!"

"Lin Qi!!!"

"Bruno!!!"

"Viviano!!!"

"team leader!!!"

The sounds came in waves.

……