Lord of Greenery

Chapter 73 The most critical moment
Falling behind by a goal in the early 10 minutes of the start is a considerable blow to the Cannes players, and an even bigger blow to the head coach Du Suye.

The strongest part of the iron barrel formation is that it is difficult for opponents to score goals in this formation.

But the strongest part of the Iron Barrel Array is also the weakest part——

Because once the opponent scores a goal, it is difficult to counterattack with a formation that lacks offensive power like an iron barrel formation.

Dusuye wanted to take a look at the bench, but when he realized this, he turned his head back abruptly.

Even if there is a problem with his tactical layout, he cannot be replaced so early.

Substitution at this time is a complete denial of one's own tactics and absolute distrust of the replaced players, which can easily affect the morale of the team.

Du Suye is not a person like Mourinho who likes to gamble, so he thought about it and decided to sit down first.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that the situation on the court was not quite right.

After that pull, Catron fell to the ground and hasn't gotten up until now.

"...Team doctor, team doctor!" Du Suye jumped up and shouted.

While he was yelling, Morris had someone run over with a stretcher.

Morris knelt down, checked for a few seconds, and had Catron loaded onto a stretcher.

Du Suye's heart tightened, and he couldn't help blocking the way when passing by and asked, "Can he still play?"

Cutron was so injured that Dusuye still asked this kind of question, but Morris was not angry either.

It's not that he has no medical ethics, but that he knows that professional football is like this.

"No." Morris shook his head resolutely. "Although the specific problem is not clear yet, he absolutely cannot play now."

Dusuye's heart was completely cold.

If the core of Cannes' offense is undoubtedly Li Ze, then the core of Cannes' defense is Catron.

The 36-year-old Catron is about to retire, and his overall ability is still the best among Cannes defensive players.

Rather, without him, Dusuye couldn't imagine what Cannes' defense would look like.

Now, Catron is injured and retired, who else can Cannes rely on in defense?

Dusuye looked at the bench.

This time, he had no energy left to put on a pose, and he looked very carefully.

There was a pause on Thierry, and another pause on Traore.

Counterpoint substitution?

Or change the no-front formation and play normally?

If you continue to defend, can you prevent it?

If you attack, can you tie the score?

In an instant, various thoughts flashed through Dusuye's mind.

Directing a football game is not an exam, and there are no fixed and correct answers.

How to win, Du Suye can only think for himself, or even guess.

After hesitating for a moment, a trace of cruelty flashed in Dusuye's eyes.

"Traore, get ready to play!"

"Huh?" Traore was stunned, and so was Thierry next to him.

One of them didn't expect that he would play, and the other didn't expect that he would not play.

"Warm up now!" Dusuye urged.

Traore quickly took off his substitute vest, raised his legs and did a warm-up exercise for a while.

After a few words of advice, Traore may have to play before he is mentally prepared.

His playing also meant that Dusuye gave up his original tactics and tried to play Cannes' original tactics.

"The coach said to let you go back to play as a central defender." Traore said to the midfielder Anthony.

"Huh?" Anthony stared straight, "I've only played two or three games!"

"... That's what the coach said." Traore himself was a little guilty.

"...Don't blame me if something goes wrong." Anthony was puzzled, but also a little angry.

In his heart, he always felt that he was of great help to the team's offense.

It is not impossible to let him play as a defender, because his body is very strong and his consciousness is relatively better than that of Toure, but this is obviously inferior!

Anthony felt wronged.

More importantly, looking at Claremont's opponents with high morale, Anthony felt that his reputation would be ruined today!

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It is true that someone has lost his reputation, but this person is not Anthony.

In the 23rd minute, Largent received the ball and faced Jacques head-on.

The latter seemed to be on the top, stretching his feet directly to grab the ball in an extremely amateurish way.

Naturally, Largent passed him by with a croquette.

When passing Jacques, Lagent couldn't help but look back, as if he didn't expect this breakthrough to be so easy.

Largent passed Jacques, and Anthony wouldn't let him go any further.

But at least he knew he shouldn't rob, so he steadied his footing.

"Go forward, go forward!" Schumann Ba's voice was heard next to his ear.

Cannes captain didn't know why, but suddenly screamed.

When Anthony didn't know why, Largent put the ball straight out.

Anthony turned his head and found that Honora had left Schumann Ba far behind and grabbed the ball.

One-handed, one-handed again!

Anthony quickly raised his hand to signal offside to the referee.

How could Honora's position not be offside?
Suddenly, Anthony noticed something was wrong.

He looked to the left, then to the right, and one last time to his position.

Anthony finally realized that his opponent was not offside because he was last!
Finished!

It's really been too long since he played as a defender, and he forgot to make offsides.

Finished!

Benhamau looked at Honora who was running over with the ball, and felt that he was not well.

He can only choose to attack and intercept, what else can he do?
Honora took two steps diagonally with the ball, and Benhamau had to move his position accordingly.

During the run, Onora kicked suddenly.

Near corner!

Benhamal was startled and fell to the ground quickly, but it was too late.

He was tall, so he couldn't fall to the ground fast.

The ball crossed the goal line again.

"goooooooooooooooooal!!!"

"0:2! Claremont scored another goal away!"

"It's Jacques again, the talented youth training in Cannes, and he sent out a big gift again!"

"I have to say, the mistakes he made were so amateurish, without Cutron, he's almost completely unrecognizable!"

"Cannes has reached the most critical moment, and they are getting farther and farther away from the championship."

On the field, Jacques obviously realized that he was committing a crime.

He pulled his jersey to cover his head, fell to his knees, unable to get up for a long time.

Lost!

The champion is gone!

It's all his fault!
Jacques' mentality collapsed...

In his ear, he can hear what his teammates are saying, but he can't really hear it.

For a moment, it seemed that the whole world was isolated from him, and he could only kneel, unable to speak or stand up.

Suddenly, someone pulled him up.

"...Don't, don't!" Jacques broke down and shouted.

"You must get up."

Jacques heard it clearly this time.

"I don't! I don't!" Jacques was like a child, he had lost his mind, "I can't do it, I can't do it!"

"Slap!" Li Ze slapped him.

Jacques stared at him blankly.

"Do you want the coach to use two substitutions now?" Li Ze looked at him.

Jacques was also looking at him.

He looked at him, at his determined face without the slightest bit of fear or even confusion.

"It's not a question of whether you can do it or not, but that you have to stand here and fight." Li Ze held his shoulder tightly.

"Even if you lose, even if you lose the champion, you are not allowed to escape." Li Ze shook him vigorously, "Did you hear that?"

Jacques could only nod, he wanted to say something, but his voice was trembling.

Li Ze let go of him.

"Next, play for the win."

Li Ze patted him on the shoulder.

"If you are really afraid, then trust me, I can lead the team to come back."

(End of this chapter)