Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

Van der Sar angrily picked up the football and kicked it towards the midfield.

The kick just now was not completely unsolvable, as an experienced goalkeeper.

In fact, when he was young, he saved many similar shots.

Even heavy artillery with a speed of over 140 yards per hour.

But this time, he couldn't stop the shot.

He shook his head, dispelling the depression in his mind, the game is not over yet!

Carrick also came up to give Fletcher a hug, and patted Fletcher's head, "Brother, it's just a ball."

The game continued, in the final minutes of the first half.

The singing at the Calderon Stadium has never stopped, although the 1-1 score is not good for Atletico Madrid for the time being.

But it is because of this that they have to cheer for their home team.

At this time, the two teams played relatively conservatively.

The head coach did not urge the players to press forward, but was thinking about how to break the game.

In the short half-time match, both sides played a lot of cards.

Manchester United's two wings [serial guns], Carrick's retreat organization, Lu Xiaopang's offensive ability, Flores received enough messages.

There seems to be no surprise on Ferguson's side, as if everything is under control!

The only surprise is that Lindy's long-range shooting skills.

In the previous video, it looked like he had been hoodwinked, but now that he thinks about it, he must have worked hard.

"Is that all?" Ferguson did not forget to glance at Flores in the stands, and smiled faintly.

"In the second half of the game, Manchester United will dominate Calderon!"

With the whistle of the referee, the first half of the game finally came to an end.

Players from both sides returned to their locker rooms one after another, and Flores also got up.

UEFA banned him from playing and directing, but not from entering the stadium.

And here is Calderon, he can go wherever he wants, just like Wenger and Mourinho, he can still enter the locker room after a suspension.

It's just that when he got up, he was holding a lot of small notes in his hand, which were unique cheats for the second half of the game.

"The two sides drew 1-1 in the first half. From the scene, Manchester United has an absolute advantage."

"From the point of view of the score, the strengths of the two sides are equal!" Xiao Ma was a little unconvinced, why is Lao Liu always on the side of Manchester United?The buttocks are sitting crookedly. This is it.

Old Liu smiled wryly and continued to add: "From the point of view of ball possession, Manchester United has exceeded 64%, completely taking the initiative on the scene."

"The two sides made continuous efforts throughout the first half, which made Atletico Madrid very uncomfortable. In 47 minutes, 218 passes were made, and the success rate was as high as 81%!"

"Atletico Madrid only had 121 passes in the first half, and most of them were long passes. The success rate was only 64%. On the offensive end of the frontcourt, it was still relatively weak."

"Hmph, does Lindy's goal have a chance to be awarded the Puskas Award?" Xiao Ma suddenly changed the topic, and asked Old Liu in a daze.

"Pu...Puskas Award??"

"That's right, didn't you say that every wonderful goal has a chance to be selected?" Xiao Ma blinked her big eyes and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Should...it should be okay?" Lao Liu just thought the goal was wonderful, but because Lindy has always been a defensive player, he didn't think about it.

This world is cruel, everyone only sees goals, there are Golden Globes, Golden Boots, and even silver boots!

But there's never been an award for defense.

After Beckenbauer, only Cannavaro won the Golden Globe by relying on such super heavyweight trophies as the World Cup champion!

Since then, no defensive player has won this honor.

Shaking his head, he put those thoughts behind him.

With Lindy's performance, Huaxia fans are happy enough, and it would be impolite to think about the Golden Globe Award!

"At halftime, let's see how the head coaches of the two sides compete."

Lao Liu started to tidy up and take a rest. He was also nervous watching this game.

"(?????) Alright, remember to come back after the commercial!" Xiao Ma began to look around, this was the first time for her to come to such a lively stadium.

……

Flores took a deep breath at the door, straightened her clothes, and tried to force a smile to look confident.

The door of Atlético de Madrid's locker room was slowly pushed open, and all the players looked up at the door, then got up.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

The first half of the game was very difficult, although it relied on Lindy's rock-shattering shot to equalize the score.

But everyone feels very tired, even more tired than playing Barcelona.

Barcelona, ​​like the Spanish national team, can pass the ball for more than ten minutes without shooting!

But Manchester United's double-cannon series of impact and suppression really made the players a little breathless.

Seeing the tired expressions of the players, Flores regretted his impulsiveness.

If I knew I could advance, I wouldn't pretend to be aggressive, and now it's over.

Under the earnest eyes of the disciples, Flores took out a few crumpled notes from his pocket and walked towards the tactical board.

Along the way, the players, including the coach, stretched their necks one by one, wanting to see what was written on the note in the boss's hand?

"In the second half, let's adjust the formation, Lin, you are in charge here." He turned to look at Lindy:

"I'm more worried about Valencia than Nani."

"Reyes, you, Peña, form a left triangle defense."

"Paul, Valera, Simão, form a triangle area defense on the right."

Flores clearly delineated the left and right areas on the tactical board and marked all possible routes.

"After the two wings are stuck, they will have to rely on Carrick for the rest of their attack."

"Thiago, your task is to block the front and force him to pass the ball to both sides."

"Do you understand?"

Flores has tried to explain the tactics as simple as possible. Only Habubai can understand the tactical arrangements like Guardiola.

Don't overestimate the tactical literacy of professional players. Many players' IQs are not that high. Otherwise, how could those talented young people decline.

Because their talent lies in their body and sense of the ball, only a very few have such a thing as golf quotient.

Therefore, it is not that there are no complex tactics, and they cannot be implemented.

You can think of it, but the players can't do it.

After confirming that the players understood, he looked at Fran.

The latter nodded, knowing that his mission was accomplished.

"Kun, you will replace Fran in the second half, just one task, rush! Dash! Dash!"

"Just stare at Vidic's point, and everyone will send you shells!"

"But one thing!" Flores paused and looked at the players.

"Don't hit the high ball, hit the back, don't be afraid of the offside trap, if you fail once, we will do it twice, if you fail twice, we will do it three times!"

He waved his fist at everyone, but a discordant voice suddenly appeared:

"Boss, can we win?"

It was Valera who spoke, and he was the worst abused by Nani in the first half.

Flores was taken aback when he heard the sound, and repeated softly: "Can we win?"

Everyone looked at him expectantly, with expectant eyes.

Lindy let out a foul breath, and was about to stand up and say something, but saw Flores move.

He put down the whiteboard marker in his hand, lowered his head and chuckled and nodded, "Yes, can we win?"

"From the perspective of worth, they are twice as much as ours, close to 2 million worth, tsk tsk, I can't imagine."

"From the perspective of coaching ability, I am completely inferior to Ferguson."

Then, he laughed at himself and shook his head again:

"But football is more than that, Mariano (Peña), do you think we can win?"

Flores suddenly turned his head and asked Peña.

The latter pouted: "Boss, I'm not sure about that, but in the second half, I still have the confidence to overthrow them."

Seeming to have thought of something again, he added again: "I am a veteran, I am afraid that I have no chance to enter the quarter-finals of the Champions League. If I can play for 1 minute, I will lose 4 minute."

Flores looked at Perea again: "What about you?"

The latter did not answer right away, but turned to look at Balera:

"This is probably my last Champions League game, I don't want to leave with the memory of losing."

Balera lowered her head, embarrassed to look up at Big Brother.

Flores cleared his throat, looked at everyone, and his voice became more and more powerful:

"Real Madrid did not win in Calderon!"

"Barcelona couldn't do it either!"

"What neither 'Galaxy Battleship' nor 'Space Team' could do. Tell Manchester United, God has come today! Don't even think about winning in Calderon!!"

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Ps: There will be Premier League at 10 o'clock tonight, but the spectacle is average. Tomorrow at 11:30, we will watch Big Brother play against the Red Devils!