Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

The first half of the game ended quickly, and Flores couldn't laugh anymore.

Claude Pierre smiled lightly and returned to the locker room on his own.

The smiles don't disappear, they just transfer from their faces to mine.

It was not the first time he had seen such an expression from his opponent.

Those so-called tactical masters, or rookie coaches.

All of them were cut down in front of his team.

If it weren't for Lyon's own lack of strength, he would have to touch the Big Ears Cup this season.

Just like the Monaco he led in the 99-00 season, all the Ligue [-] giants can only watch their backs to win the championship.

And Flores in front of him, although he thought well, set up a 451 anti-reverse camp at the Gerland Stadium.

Who is the core of Atletico Madrid, I guess Flores himself didn't figure it out.

Having tasted the sweetness in Valencia, all his focus is basically in the midfield.

But the old coach born in 61, Claude Pierre, is very clear.

Lower back!

Atletico Madrid's frontcourt does not have a so-called offensive core, neither Thiago nor Jurado nor Simao!

If Fran is on the court, he may barely become a core.

But now, Atletico Madrid's core is in the midfield.

In Lindy, this young Chinese boy.

Possesses good speed, long-lasting stamina, and aggressive grappling.

Just like an enhanced version of Vieri's template, this is not the core, who is the core.

But judging from his performance in the first half, Flores completely used him as a defensive midfielder.

This is the difference between the young handsome and the old handsome.

Although there is a 4-year age difference between the two, Flores only started his first-team coaching career in 04.

The old coach Claude Pierre has already started to win the championship in 99.

But at halftime.

The old handsome Claude Pierre's face is still not very good-looking.

The whole team was trained by him.

"Those who know think you are playing Atletico Madrid, but those who don't know think you are in Barcelona?"

"The whole first half, what did you do?"

"Are you satisfied? The score of 1:1 is very happy?"

"I don't want to go to Madrid with this score, who knows what will happen in Calderon!"

"Only victory!"

"Don't you want to go to a bigger stage? Don't you want to go to the Bernabeu for the final?"

The atmosphere in the locker room has gradually been mobilized. The goal lost in the first half made them a bit lucky.

During the whole half of the game, Atletico Madrid was beaten by them.

One accident, the score became 1:1.

They also gave the opponent a valuable away goal, and they were very upset.

Now they can't wait to play immediately and crush Atletico Madrid into powder.

Claude Pierre nodded with satisfaction, and explained a few more core points.

The main thing is how to contain Atletico Madrid's counterattack.

On the other side, the atmosphere in Atletico Madrid's locker room is more dignified.

Atletico Madrid led by Flores, in addition to having a good record against underdogs.

When encountering big competitions, the whole team often becomes very depressed.

Everyone is under a lot of pressure, as if Atletico Madrid is not a powerful team in La Liga.

It's more like a underdog in La Liga, each time it advances gradually amidst the public opinion that the weak wins the strong.

Over time, when they played against strong teams, they put tremendous pressure on themselves invisibly.

Originally, Flores was going to spray again, but faced the silent players.

It seemed to sense the frustration in the air.

Yes, there is a post-stress overload depression creeping in.

Glancing at Sandy on the side, the other party's eyes were also full of worry.

In the knockout round of the Champions League, life and death are determined by two games.

Especially in the last part of the first half, Atletico Madrid was completely rubbed on the ground by Lyon.

Even Lindy couldn't do anything because of Tulalang's close marking.

"Ahem." Flores cleared his throat.

"Don't be so sad, it's not us who should be worried, but Leon." Flores' words made everyone stunned.

The boss didn't start spraying today?

Lindy also looked at Flores curiously, this is not him in the impression.

"Do you know where the final will be held?" Flores began his performance with a smile and a calm expression on his face.

Without waiting for the player to answer, he already showed a longing look: "It's the Bernabéu, it's the home court of our rival in the same city."

"I don't know if you have ever thought about what it would be like to hold that big ear cup at the Bernabéu?"

"Especially in front of Florentino, wow, this is not a slap in the face, it's simply tying the other party into a shy position, then pulling out your whips, and ravaging to your heart's content."

"Is there anything better than this? Are you going to fall here?"

Everyone began to think, and then, everyone showed yearning expressions.

Sure enough, at the home of their rivals in the same city, they raised their coveted trophy.

"Damn it, I'm almost going to climax just thinking about it!" Jurado was the first to echo, but the whole room was greeted with laughter.

All of a sudden, the solemn atmosphere in the entire locker room was swept away.

Flores was quite satisfied with his ability to draw cakes, so he started his arrangement for the second half.

The core is to liberate Lindy.

"Lin, are all your muscles fake?" Flores looked at Lindy with a calm tone.

"Boss, I..."

Before Lindy could continue speaking, his expression changed, and he said viciously, "Fuck him!"

"Today you only met Turalan, what about Busquets in the future? What about Gattuso? What about Pirlo? What about Vieira? Do you have to escape every time?"

Lindy's expression froze, as if Flores had suddenly poked a sore spot.

That's right, just one Tulalang today completely restricted him.

So how to achieve your goals?

This is his second career, if he gets here it stops.

Then, it would really be a waste of life to live this life again.

Lin Diwu stood up: "Boss, I understand, in the second half, either he dies or I live!"

Everyone didn't realize the mystery of it all at once, and expressed their encouragement to Lindy one after another.

After all, the core of Atletico Madrid's midfield and backcourt is Lindy. If he collapses, the game can be declared over.

Halftime is over soon.

"My friends in front of the TV, please put down your mobile phones, the second half of the match between Atletico Madrid and Lyon has begun."

"The two sides changed sides and fought again. Let us see what adjustments the coaches of the two sides made during the intermission?"

The whistle sounded to start the game.

Atletico Madrid took the lead in the kick-off, which seemed to be a normal start, but concealed a very different situation.

As soon as the ball was kicked off, Tulalang found Lindy and continued to make a personal mark.

But it wasn't even two steps out, and Lindy hadn't even caught the ball yet.

He was roughly thrown away by the opponent with his hand, because it was contact without the ball.

It was also just outside the referee's field of vision, even if Tulalang reached out to signal Lindy to foul, no one ignored him.

Lindy glanced at the other party, and seemed to have found a way to deal with him: "Shout, no one will come to save you even if your throat is broken, hehe."

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Continue at night, I want to sleep for a while, I'm so sleepy.

Yesterday, some readers said that the writing was not good. I admit that the writing of several big brothers is very cool, and I also like to read it.

But I always have an idea in my heart, I want to write it out, I want to persevere more.

This book has 27.5 words, thank you for reading this far, thank you!

Reminders and power generation for love, everyone, look at it, I don’t pick it, haha, I will continue to update at night.