Beast King Costa

Adapt to the body
As Caesar said, Joao Thomas, as the current offensive core of Braga's team, had too many wonderful moments in this game against Porto.

In the 32nd minute, after still stealing the ball in the backcourt, he counterattacked with a clean long pass.

But this time, Joao Thomas is directly facing Pepe, who is not yet 23 years old.

Although Pepe's game experience is not as sophisticated as Bosingwa's, his physical fitness is much stronger than Bosingwa's.

Joao Thomas's choice was very smart. He did not try to block Pepe with his back like before. Instead, he actively ran forward to catch the ball and avoided direct physical confrontation with Pepe as much as possible.

After taking the ball, Joao Thomas quickly completed the distribution. At this time, Wende on the left jumped in to catch the ball at high speed, and Joao Thomas tried to get rid of Pepe again after the ball was released.

But what is more helpless is that Pedro Manuel, who came to help defend on the other side, very intentionally blocked Joao Thomas' off-ball running route, preventing Joao Thomas from continuing to participate in the frontcourt attack.

In this way, this counterattack can only be completed by Wende single-handedly.

Helplessly, Wende, the boss of Braga's "Brazilian Gang", dribbled the ball into the penalty area and blasted the ball into the stands of the Dragon Stadium with a kick from an anti-aircraft gun.

Perhaps Wende also felt that his shot was really terrible, so he just hid his face and did not dare to see the Jiangdong elders.

At this point in the picture, Caesar freezes it again.

I saw Caesar analyzed to Diego very seriously: "Porto played in a 3-4-3 formation, while Braga played a single forward, which means that every time Joao Thomas takes the ball, he needs to face at least two players. The interception and pressing of two defenders. As a tactical fulcrum, João Thomas needs to win the long pass and protect the ball in the struggle with the opponent's defenders, gain time for the teammate who inserts behind, and pass it accurately Then insert it into the path of your teammates."

Diego nodded thoughtfully: "Is it the so-called advance amount?"

"That's right!"

In response to Diego's question, Caesar nodded with great satisfaction: "It seems that you are not too stupid. You know how to anticipate and give advance decisions. This is an essential ability for an excellent tactical fulcrum. Although Joao Thomas is in Portugal He is not even considered a top forward in the Super League, let alone compared to the five major leagues. But within Jesualdo Ferreira's tactical system, I can objectively give him an 85 score."

"Is it just 85 points?"

Surprised, Diego asked curiously: "What about me? What about me? Caesar, if I enter Braga's starting lineup now and replace Joao's boss, how many points would you give me?"

"You?"

Caesar muttered, not giving Diego any sympathy: "I'll give you 15 points at most."

"Hmm! Is there such a horrible thing?!"

Diego glanced at Caesar rather dissatisfied.

After raising his arm to show off his strong body, Diego made a judo whipping movement: "With my body, are you afraid that my body will not be able to resist? Even if it is a 'Southern Warrior Monk' Pepe came up, and I also fought him to the end! As long as the defender can be supported, what ball can't be taken? Hehe!"

"madness!"

Caesar was so angry that Diego stomped his feet: "You are called being brave and foolhardy! Physical confrontation on the football field is about rationality, not just rough collisions."

"Hey, of course I know this..."

Diego stuck out his tongue helplessly: "It's just that I think that with Diego Costa's strong body, he should be able to easily crush all kinds of defenders in the Portuguese Super League, right? That must be how simple and rude it was kicked."

"The level of development of Diego da Silva Costa's body and the potential for future growth are indeed very scary. However, you need to pay attention to one problem..."

Caesar reminded Diego with a rare serious face: "After all, this is not your own body. You need a certain amount of time to feel and adapt to this body. Only when this body is completely integrated with your soul will you be able to understand the technical attributes, Only the training of consciousness attributes can be carried out."

"Do you still have to get used to it?"

Diego didn't seem to agree with Caesar's point of view. In the VIP stand, Diego used the judo warm-up exercise he was familiar with to exercise his strong body. He didn't feel anything wrong, and even felt that this pair of The body fits perfectly with itself.

Caesar looked at Diego as if he was watching an idiot doing various judo moves such as throwing fists and whipping legs: "Such a simple warm-up activity must be fine! How about I let you go on the football field to experience it?"

"Okay, okay!"

Diego couldn't wait: "Caesar, can you quickly arrange a virtual game for me? Let me also try what it feels like to play a professional football game."

"You'd better try the feeling of shooting first."

After all, Caesar didn't care whether Diego agreed or not, so he waved his hand and teleported Diego onto the court.

Diego, who was suddenly teleported to the court, stood outside the penalty area with a dazed expression.The ball has already been set up at the [-] yard point of the penalty area, and it is none other than Paul Santos, Braga's main goalkeeper, standing by in front of the goal.

Caesar only dropped one sentence: "Go, use your best strength to complete the shot."

"Just go."

Diego didn't believe it anymore, since he practiced judo since he was a child, couldn't he still be able to control Diego Costa's body?
Even Diego didn't bother to adjust his breathing and pace.He ran straight to twelve yards outside the penalty area, his right leg was tense, and he slammed hard.

"Boom..."

The ball, like an unloaded cannonball, left the twelve yard point.

It's just...the direction the ball flew towards was not the goal behind Paul Santos, but the sky...

Perhaps, Diego's explosive shot made the ball feel the essence of the lyrics of "Free Flight", it wants to get rid of gravity and find the limit of the sky.

"This……"

Diego was dumbfounded on the spot.

In Diego's view, the strength and direction of the power control of the explosive shot just now was heading for the upper left corner of the goal.

But the moment his inner instep touched the ball, Diego discovered the problem—the power he controlled was completely different from the power emanating from his body.

If I think the strength of this body is 100 points, then the real strength of this body is at least 150 points, or even higher!
At this moment, Caesar appeared next to Diego without anyone noticing, smiled and patted Diego's arm.

"Young people have to be patient. After you get used to Diego da Silva Costa's body, I will start arranging training with the ball."

"clear."

Diego didn't talk back to Caesar after frustrating his first touch in Real's stadium.

Although Diego has well-developed limbs, his mind is not simple at all.

The shot of "seeking the sky limit" just now was enough for Diego to understand many things: this body contains endless potential, and even the developed one is far above his known height.

I saw Diego looked at Caesar with pitiful pleading eyes: "Boss! You can help me arrange the training to adapt to this body now!"

Caesar showed an evil smile: "Are you sure? What kind of training methods are acceptable?"

Although he felt that there must be something wrong with Caesar's smile like this, in order to get into ball training as soon as possible, Diego still gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Ah! I'm sure!"

(End of this chapter)