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Chapter 17 10-0-0 Formation
The score was behind and the scene was passive.

Gao Yuan on the sidelines was soberly aware that the lagging score and passive situation were all due to the team's own wrong strategic and tactical arrangements!
In other words, you are committing suicide!
Foreign proverbs have long had incisive analysis and interpretation of this kind of death behavior, no zuo no die!

After the score was rewritten, the situation on the court remained unchanged.

A group of old men from the 87th League in the eastern suburbs played more easily, with various passes and cuts, and short passes penetrated.

Two to one, two to two, two to three, it was a lot of fun to play, and the kicks were so smooth and dazzling.

In contrast, on Saturday in Quancheng, the players were still exhausted.

Being constantly mobilized by the opponent's pass, he is always in a state of desperate running, which consumes a lot of energy.

The defensive formation is constantly moving, and it is full of flaws.

The ball was on the left, and Quancheng Saturday's players rushed to the left in a swarm; but the opponent only passed the ball with a few simple kicks, and the ball hit the right again, and a group of people had to run desperately to the right again.

The old guys from the 87th League in the eastern suburbs seemed to be teasing their grandsons who had just learned to walk. They easily turned their feet backwards, unhurriedly, watching the opponent chasing after their buttocks, and when they were about to catch up, they kicked the ball out, deliberately making the opponent so tired that he wanted to vomit blood.

As the game time went on, the flaws in Quancheng's defense on Saturday became more and more obvious. It was easy for the opponent to hit the ball into the hinterland of the penalty area, and several shots in succession were quite threatening.

Fortunately, the state of the members of the 87th League in the eastern suburbs has not fully recovered, and they are not wearing shooting boots.

A few threatening shots were either slightly higher than the crossbar, or brushed across the uprights, and two feet smashed firmly on the door frame.

There was a sound of regret on the sidelines of the shocked audience.

Gao Yuan was also in a cold sweat from the fright on the sidelines. If another one was involved, it would basically announce that Quancheng was out on Saturday!

At the same time, he declared that his football dream was broken!
He cast his eyes on Old Wang, and saw that this guy looked worse than the players on the field. His snow-white shirt was soaked in sweat, and the few strands of hair on the top of his head were also tangled together due to sweat. The top of his head was faintly steaming, just like a master practicing internal skills in a martial arts movie.

Being so passive, this old guy should believe in himself once!
Gao Yuan wants to try again, maybe the bad battle situation is the best persuasion tool.

But before he could take a step, he heard Lao Wang shouting to his team members with a broken voice.

"Take it all back! Strong walls and clear the field! Withdraw to the penalty area! Play 10-0-0 formation! Keep the current score and win!"

10-0-0 formation?

Keeping the score is victory?

Gao Yuan staggered at his feet, and almost fell to Lei's knees at Lao Wang's words!

Who is behind?
The score leader's attack is booming!The laggards huddled in the penalty area and couldn't move forward!

Strong walls and clear fields?

Is Lao Wang's brain kicked stupid? You think this is a strategic real-time game, and you think this is Stalingrad in 1942!

The Quancheng players on Saturday faithfully implemented the head coach's tactics, retreating and defending across the board.

The stick-like high center forward withdrew to play the central defender, the extremely fast winger retracted and became a full-back, and even the tall, rich and handsome, who usually played freely, withdrew to the penalty area and became a sweeper in charge of sweeping.

Without any worries, the Eastern Suburb 87 United was completely relieved. The formation was pressed across the board, the entire back line passed halftime, and the forwards and midfielders all entered the opponent's penalty area.

The Quancheng Saturday restricted area is now extremely lively.At least 40.32 or 16.5 people from both sides were squeezed into the 15-meter-long and 6-meter-wide restricted area!

This is no longer a half-time offensive and defensive drill, but a veritable battle for the penalty area!

However, this does objectively compress the opponent's space.

The land is narrow and densely populated, and the technical advantages and cooperation awareness of the 87th Union in the eastern suburbs have no room to play.

The ball circled around in the penalty area, 15 or 6 people, and more than 30 legs were like a dense jungle, covering the sky and blocking the sun, mixed together without any room to kick.

The ball flew into the penalty area, and everyone turned on their backs.The feet are like billiard balls, flying around under and around different people.

When the ball reaches the foot, there is no time to think at all, and he can only instinctively poke his foot into the goal or out of the penalty area. With a little hesitation, the ball will be thrown away by the other foot stretched out beside him.

And no matter where the ball flies, it will be blocked by the body of the other person. No matter whether he does it on purpose or avoids it, the ball will bounce down again, forming a new competition.

After many repetitions, the 87th Union of the Eastern Suburbs adjusted their strategy, trying to fire from the outside, and wanted to bombard the goal with long-range shots.

But the dense crowd in the penalty area is the best barrier. Almost every long-range shot will hit the opponent or teammate, and then form a new melee in the penalty area again.

Seeing this group of people entangled desperately in the restricted area, Gao Yuan finally understood what Lao Wang meant by "strengthening the walls and clearing the wilderness".

This restricted area is Stalingrad!
This is the battlefield where the Soviet Red Army and the German Army fought!
The two sides refused to give up an inch of land, every inch of land was soaked in blood, and the two sides fought repeatedly for every ruin.

In the fierce street fighting, every meter is paved with flesh and blood; in the sky full of artillery fire, the human body is the most solid fortress.

Gao Yuan seemed to see that among the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the rich and handsome comrades, dressed in Soviet-made cotton coats and five-pointed red star cotton caps, were holding a Boposa 41 submachine gun, leading a hemp center forward, a fat defender, a man with kidney deficiency, a fast-legged winger, and others, marching forward against the fierce German artillery fire!

The stray bullets and the smoke of the artillery shells could not stop the firm and steady pace of the revolutionary fighters.

They moved forward while shooting, throwing a few grenades with burning fuzes from time to time.

Suddenly, the enemy's black muzzle was exposed behind a ruin, the Maxim heavy machine gun!

The machine gunner hidden behind the ruins showed a proud and ferocious smile, and the machine gun spewed out brutal and gorgeous flames instantly!

"Lie down!"

Comrade Gao Fushuai yelled, but it was too late, and blood flowers appeared on the chest of the hemp center.

His tall body fell heavily, blood soaked the land, and also stained a black-and-white photo on his chest, in the photo was his wife who was smiling like a flower and his son who had just given a full moon...

"squeak--"

A sharp whistle sounded, pulling Gao Yuan back from his wild thoughts to reality.

This is not Stalingrad!
This is the stadium of Taishan Football Training Base!

The center Ma Gan was lying in the penalty area, holding his chest and moaning, but he was not shot, but was stuffed in his chest by a powerful long-range shot from the opponent.

The referee blew his whistle to stop the game because someone was injured.

He ran over to look at the stick, and then glanced at his watch. It had been 45 minutes, and he simply stopped making up time and blew the whistle again, which was the end of the first half.

0:1, Quancheng was temporarily behind the Eastern Suburb 87 United in the first half on Saturday.

(End of this chapter)