The strongest blade in football

Chapter 75 Derby debut
It has to be said that there is always an element of luck in football games.

In the second half of the first half, Standard Liege played no worse than Anderlecht. Even if they lost the midfield, they created several threats through quick counterattacks.

Even Mabokani's shot missed the post by only [-] centimeters.

But luck was on the side of Anderlecht, and a long shot from outside the penalty area was converted into a goal.

On the sidelines of the court, Boloni's face still showed no abnormality, but after Wang Nuo observed carefully, he found that the coach's hands behind his back were tightly clenched, and his index finger was digging at the palm of his hand.

This is a small action caused by anxiety, which proves that Boloni's heart is far less calm than the surface.

The players on the field also seemed to have been hit with a sap, and the progress of the game was completely out of their control.

In the remaining minutes of the first half, some people became very impatient, and in stoppage time, Dalma had a friction with Anderlecht's Juhash.

Uhash stepped on Dalma's sneakers while defending, and deliberately kicked the sneakers on the ground a short distance while the referee was not paying attention.

Dalma rushed straight up and pushed Yuhash to the ground.

Yuhash stood up, and a few seconds later, the heads of the two hit each other, talking trash at each other at close range.

Fortunately, the teammates of both sides pulled them away, so the conflict did not escalate. The referee arrived in time, awarded the ball to Standard Liege, and awarded each of them a yellow card.

This little episode drained what little stoppage time was left.

The boos of the fans drowned out the referee's whistle at the end of the first half. Falling behind is bad, and chaotic lagging behind is even more unacceptable.

To end the first half of the national derby in this way, for Dufrasen fans, it is no different from being stabbed.

The fans were extremely disappointed. Half of their boos were given to Anderlecht, and the other half were given to their own people who hated iron and steel.

The Standard Liege players returned to the dressing room dejectedly, with their two goals down.

Wang Nuo was at the back of the line. On the way back, he heard various shouts from the audience.

"You should be ashamed of your performance!"

"Cheer up! The Red Army doesn't need cowards!"

"Bastards! In order to watch your game, I missed my grandma's funeral!"

Of course, someone shouted at him, "King! Will you appear in the second half?"

Wang Nuo walked through all kinds of voices without even raising his head, because he was also one of the losers.

He was very uncomfortable, and sitting on the bench was a kind of suffering. He wanted to go to Boloni and begged him to let him appear as soon as possible.

Wang Nuo was not in the mood to see his friends, he followed in the footsteps of his teammates and returned to the locker room.

Pushing open the red door, the atmosphere in the locker room was very dignified, and most of the people had slumped faces.

Someone was putting ice packs on their knees, someone was taking off their soaked clothes and throwing them on the floor, someone was trying to rehydrate, but no one said a word.

Teammates know each other's way of playing football. Unless there are major mistakes, they generally don't point their noses at each other. Everyone played hard in the first half, there is no doubt about it.

Wang Nuo looked around and found that Yovanovitch's seat was empty.

The Serbian sat on the bench in the first half. In the last game, the club announced that he had a problem with his groin. In fact, he was suspended for one round by Boloni to calm him down.

I don't know where he went at the moment.

Wang Nuo stayed quietly in his place. He really wanted to stand up and say something, but he restrained himself. He couldn't try to encourage everyone like he did in the U19 echelon——

He's just a rookie, not qualified at all, that's Boloni's job.

By the way, where is the coach?
Only then did Wang Nuo realize that Boloni hadn't appeared in the locker room as usual, no wonder he felt something was missing.

Usually, during the intermission, Boloni will take a handwritten note paper to the locker room to give lectures.

There are usually a few bullet points on the paper, some helpful observations from the first half of the game, some specific to the team, some specific to the individual.

He will point out the opponent's loopholes and how to exploit them.

He will list tactical changes that can be adopted in the second half, or remind a certain player what he should pay attention to.

In short, he can help the team play better, and his command is always convincing, targeted and convincing.

But with such a good coach, the club is still not satisfied, just because this year's performance is slightly lacking, they have to replace him.

Wang Nuo is a little hard to understand, can't the club even have a little tolerance for the results?
While Wang Nuo was arguing for the coach in his heart, the door of the locker room was pushed open from the outside, and Jovanovic walked in, followed by Boloni.

It looked like there had just been a conversation between the two.

As soon as he entered, Boloni clapped his hands vigorously to attract everyone's attention.

"What kind of expressions do you guys have? Before the game is over, you have already conceded in advance?"

"What? Did two goals knock you down? In Istanbul in 05, did Liverpool have to fly home after halftime?"

"It's also the Red Army, what they can do, why can't we? We can do the same!"

"Want to surprise Anderlecht in the second half, keep your head up!"

Everyone was a little surprised. It seemed that their leader was no longer as anxious as before the start of the game. With a confident smile on his face, he returned to his usual calmness.

I don't know, I thought Standard Liege was ahead by two goals.

What the hell happened the last few minutes?Everyone is curious, but no one knows.

Everyone in the locker room raised their heads and stared at Boloni, wanting to hear what he had to say next.

Boloni was very satisfied with everyone's responses. He fumbled around for a while and found two pieces of paper.

Opening the first one, Boloni took a look and tore it to shreds without hesitation. It was the piece of paper that was shown to the team before the start of the game.

He crumpled up the torn paper and threw it into the trash can.

Boloni doesn't seem to care much about it anymore.

Wang Nuo laughed. This is the coach he first met. The Boloni who was worried about gains and losses before the first half must have been faked by someone else.

Boloni threw away the ball of paper, and then opened the second piece of paper, which was the notes he took on the sidelines in the first half.

"Listen, about the first half of the game, each of you has your own understanding, time is limited, I will only say a few points here!"

Boloni paused, looked around everyone, and saw serious faces.

"First, in terms of mentality, I don't want the home game to be a pressure for everyone. There is nothing worse than not being able to play to your maximum potential."

"If you really care about the opinions of the fans, then put on a desperate posture and fight for every ball!"

"Second, the lunatic Jacobs filled the midfield with people. We don't need to fight with them in the middle. Mabokani and Camargo, you stay in the front and protect the first landing point. Let's play golf and keep it simple!"

"Thirdly, their two wings are very aggressive, but there is also a lot of space behind them, especially Losada, he is a daredevil."

"We knew it, but kept it quiet, started the second half, attacked more from the right, and after about three or four times, when he was more aggressive, we suddenly hit the ball to his side and shredded them from the left!"

"Fourth, in the second half, I will put Wang Nuo, Jovanovic, Camargo, and Mabokani in front at the same time. I will fight to the death. The score may be evened or 5-0. It depends on everyone's understanding of the game. concentration!"

"Wang Nuo, you are on the right, grab the second spot for the ball, use your speed and breakthrough to pull their defense, and at the same time, pay attention to the defense on your own side!"

"Milan, you do a good job of running forward. The opponent's three central defenders turn around very slowly, especially Van Damme. Take advantage of this!"

"fifth……"

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For players, knowing their next tactical division of labor is [-] times more useful than empty emotional mobilization.

Following Boloni's instructions one after another, the originally confused players regained their fighting spirit.

Wang Nuo originally planned to take the initiative to invite Ying, but Boloni directly gave him half time to perform, which made him unexpected and extremely happy.

He observed the entire half court and knew everything on the field like the back of his hand, and it was a good time to show his skills.

The second half of the game was about to start, and before the players walked out of the locker room, Boloni stood at the door of the locker room.

With a natural smile, he high-fives every passing player, gives them encouragement, and watches them go.

When it was Wang Nuo's turn, Boloni slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Let the arrogant Anderlecht see your explosive power!"

(End of this chapter)