World's No.1 Football Manager

Chapter 16 Good words are hard to persuade a damn ghost
"Coach, I have a trick, I don't know if I should say it or not..."

Gao Yuan moved to Lao Wang's side, wanting to offer a strategy to defeat the enemy.

"Stop talking!"

Lao Wang was very straightforward, waved his hand, and categorically refused.

After being stunned, Gao Yuan had no choice but to go to the players' side again, trying to give them advice.

"I think……"

Gao Yuan found the fast horse on the side of the team and wanted to express his ideas.

"No, you don't want to! Just watch the ball and don't think about anything!"

Kuaima on the sidewalk had been annoyed by Gao Yuan's "suggestion" for a long time, and interrupted him as soon as he heard Gao Yuan speak.

Reluctantly, Gao Yuan moved closer to the forward who was as long as a hemp stick.

"Their fat right center back who is as fat as a ball is basically exhausted! Just go forward when you get the ball, charge two or three times, and he won't be able to keep up."

The skinny high center forward looked down at Gao Yuan, as if looking at an alien.

"Do you know who that is? That guy is known as Baresi in the eastern suburbs! He used to be the best marking center back in the amateur field, pass him! Are you kidding me!"

Gao Yuan was speechless. Looking at the figure of Baresi in the eastern suburbs, which was as fat as the little man in the yellow hat on the Yonghe Soymilk signboard, he thought to himself that he was Baresi 20 years ago. Now that he is so fat, he can only have diarrhea!

Gao Yuan moved closer to the core midfielder again, "The opponent's midfielder is a stalker, but his physical fitness is not good. I suggest you flexibly intersperse and move around. Don't stand still. In the second half, he will not be able to keep up with you."

The core midfielder asked back: "Do you think I can run?"

Gao Yuan took a closer look at the core midfielder. This guy has been addicted to drinking and picking up girls for a long time. He has dark circles under his eyes all the time. He looks a little weak, and he is undoubtedly a poor individual.

But he is young after all, the stamina value on the top of his head is 9, the opponent's midfielder is 7, running hard is still better than the opponent.

"That guy is at least 50 years old. According to my observation, you are definitely stronger than him!"

"Is physical fitness something that can be seen with the naked eye? Do you know how to read or look forward to it?" The core midfielder spoke harshly.

"You can definitely run faster than him!"

"If you lose the ball, you can take responsibility!"

Hitting a wall everywhere, Gao Yuan finally ran to Gao Fushuai's side and said anxiously.

"Believe me, you are a good seed for a defender. If you concentrate on playing central defender and then practice your physical fitness, you will definitely be able to play in the second division team! Don't play in the frontcourt, it's really not suitable for you. Play as a defender instead. You can do whatever you want!"

Gao Fushuai is warming up by stretching his legs. After listening to Gao Yuan talking a lot in a hurry, he stares at Gao Yuan inexplicably.

"You don't believe me either?" Gao Yuan broke down a bit.

"No, I see that you look familiar, who are you?"

Sure enough, Gao Fushuai has forgotten who he is, and Gao Yuan wants to cry but has no tears.

Lao Wang's coaching level is not online as always.Faced with a middle-aged and elderly football team with severe physical overdraw and an average age close to 50 years old, Lao Wang's strategy is to defend and counterattack!

As a very amateur football team, the so-called defensive counterattack is impossible to counterattack!

Defense is basically the same as defending, huddled in the half court, or even near the penalty area, put up a tortoise king eight formations, shrink your head, and light your shell, come on!Ravage me as much as you want!I lose if the ball hits the opponent's half!
After the start of the game, the team members of Quancheng Saturday strictly implemented Lao Wang's tactics, and brought into full play the turtle-like style of being passively beaten.

All of a sudden, there was turmoil in front of the goal, and danger arose, and the game completely evolved into a half-time offensive and defensive drill.

On the other hand, the Eastern Suburb 87 League, because these old guys dominate the rhythm of the game, they control the ball at their feet and play effortlessly. Because of their skillful coordination, they don't even use running.

With the deepening of the game, the physical condition of the Eastern Suburb 87 League players not only did not decline much, but because they played comfortably and felt happy, there was a faint trend of recovery and increased physical fitness!
"Damn, do you want to be a model of respecting the old and loving the young!" Gao Yuan hopped his feet angrily.

Qi returns to Qi, but he can't help the situation on the court.No matter how much he yelled, no one answered him.

Forward Ma Gan finally got the second ball and got a one-on-one chance with Baresi in the eastern suburbs.

"Pass him, throw the ball out, he can't catch up with you!"

Before Gao Yuan finished speaking, Ma Gan passed the ball back to his teammate.

The teammate received the ball and instinctively wanted to find the man with kidney deficiency at the core of the midfield.

"Run to catch the ball! Don't stand still and wait for the ball! Look for openings while running..."

Before Gao Yuan could finish his sentence, the man with kidney deficiency was standing on the spot waiting for the ball, but the opponent's 50-year-old midfielder stepped up and snatched the ball ahead of time.

"Fuck, don't retreat all the way, go up and force him! Don't let him pass the ball!"

Gao Yuan's crow's mouth once again had the opposite effect. None of the defensive players of the team went up to press. They either retreated back or stood still. As a result, the opponent's midfielder was able to observe the situation calmly, adjust his breathing, and easily pass the ball diagonally to the space on the side.

The opponent's wide player is also 50 years younger, and his speed is estimated to be 16 seconds per [-] meters. However, relying on the tacit understanding developed with his teammates over the years, he started ahead of time and caught up with his teammate's oblique pass in the open space.

Although Quancheng's 11-meter 9-meter horse raced [-] seconds on Saturday, on the football field, the ball is always faster than people!

When he found that the old man he was guarding had left him far behind, he also became angry and chased back desperately like a wild dog that had broken its chain.

An old man was running in front with the ball, while a young man was chasing after him desperately.

Although Gao was far away, he seemed to be able to hear the two of them panting sharply due to running at full speed.

If this is an elementary school arithmetic application problem, then the current scene can be simply summarized as: A’s speed is 6.25 m/s, B’s speed is 8.04 m/s, and B is 5.6 meters away from A. How long will it take B to catch up with A?

It's a pity that football is not mathematics. Before Gao Yuan could calculate the answer to this problem in his mind, Quancheng's sidewalk on Saturday was about to catch up with the opponent's old man.

But on the football field, the ball is always faster, the opponent has already reached the bottom line, and the ball is crossed from the side!
In the restricted area, the opponent outflanked the opponent at three points, and the distribution was extremely hierarchical, with one person in the front, one in the middle, and one in the back.

On the other hand, on Saturday in Quancheng, although there are more defenders, it is a typical example of "there is too much land to collect food, and the fingers do not support mothers"!A bunch of people were running around like headless chickens, and they all squeezed to the front and back points, but there was no one in the most dangerous middle road!
But the ball flew to the middle!
The opponent's outflanking player in the middle leaped high, and easily headed the ball towards the dead corner of the goal without any defense!
The goalkeeper who was less than 1 meters tall in Quancheng on Saturday tried his best to make a save, but he was helpless. He watched the ball pass through his fingertips and flew into the goal!
0:1! Quancheng paid the price for their chaotic defense on Saturday!

(End of this chapter)