Stop the ball ten meters away, the goal depends on Meng

"This goal...went in?"

He Wei was a little stunned.

In the manuscript he had written in advance, they were all lines prepared to celebrate Su Changwei's great power. Who would have thought that the first to make a contribution was the black midfielder Meng Tali? !

Now it's better, the "people on the road are like jade", the "silver saddle shines on the white horse", and the "graceful as a startled dragon" are no longer needed for the time being!
He was just about to say something casually to deal with the errands, but Zhang Lu's eyes lit up:
"Allegri is such a good tactic!"

"He used Su Changwei to contain Juventus' three central defenders, and even Vidal and Marchisio in the middle. In this way, other Milan players can get a looser offensive space!"

He Wei resisted the urge to complain and could only roll his eyes secretly:

[Zhang Zhi, are you thinking too much? 】

[How can Allegri be at this level? 】

[Muntali, this is a blind cat meeting a dead mouse! 】
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"At the tactical level, I am indeed invincible!"

Allegri crossed his arms and hugged his chest, proudly independent on the rainy night at the Allianz Arena, showing the style of a master.

Using forwards to contain defensive forces and create space for midfielders to attack is by no means a new thing.

As early as his first season coaching Milan, it was the team's main tactic.

The center forward at that time was the Swedish god Ibrahimovic, and the players responsible for the forward attack included Pato, Robinho, Cassano, Boateng, Seedorf, and Montolivo , Flamini... almost everyone got pretty good data.

But now, Ah Jong obviously wants Su Changwei to play the role of Ibrahimovic!
"Maxi, are you too impatient?"

Assistant coach Tassotti stood beside him and accompanied him in the rain:
"Although Awei's speed is enough for him to tear through the opponent's defense, his physique suffers a lot in confrontation. It is not a good choice to play the center position."

Maldera agreed:
"With a height of 1.7 meters and a weight of 72 kilograms, how can he compete with a strong man like Bonucci for position?"

Allegri smiled calmly:
"You can question my tactics, but you shouldn't question Awei's choices."

"This is something he brought up on his own initiative!"

The expressions of the two assistant teachers changed and they immediately stopped saying anything.

After a few seconds of silence, they pulled Ah Juan into the coaching bench one by one, and handed him a towel with concern:
"Maxi, it's raining heavily outside, we'd better take shelter!"
-
The rain this night was indeed getting heavier and heavier, and the turf became increasingly slippery.

However, the fighting spirit of the players on both sides is very high, and every fight is very fierce. Almost every minute there will be scenes of people falling on their backs.

Especially Juventus, who played at home, their white shorts quickly became stained with mud, while the red and black Milan side looked clean.

Allegri returned to the coaching bench and sat down, but Conte had to stand under the heavy rain.

Conceding the ball in 19 seconds was definitely the worst start for Juventus.

Because in his tactical design, defensive counterattack is the most restrained tactic against Milan.

The key to restraining Milan is to limit Su Changwei's performance.

The most important link is regional defense, and you absolutely cannot give him enough space to accelerate!
Countless tragedies have proven one thing: his ability to escape from the spot is relatively weak, but he can always cause huge damage when he breaks through with the ball!
But now... Juventus can no longer defend, they are forced to become the party that needs to attack! -
In the 3rd minute, Vidal made a direct pass to the right side of the penalty area. Quagliarella volleyed from the small penalty area and the football went above the crossbar.

Just 1 minute later, Asamoah suddenly dribbled the ball diagonally into the middle and volleyed vigorously from the edge of the penalty area. Fortunately, Abbiati did not react slowly, made a sideways dive, and lifted the ball over the crossbar with one palm.

Pirlo's corner kick failed to find Bonucci and was pushed out by Zapata.

In the 7th minute, Asamoah sent a diagonal pass. Vidal suddenly shot a cold arrow 25 meters away from the left side of the goal, but was turned away by Abbiati.

This time, Pirlo's corner kick was directly confiscated by Abbiati.

Subsequently, Asamoah passed a low pass from the left, Tevez pushed the ball from the edge of the penalty area, and was successfully blocked by Mexes.

Before the first 10 minutes were played, Juventus had completed 5 shots, and Abbiati became the most active player in the camera.

On the contrary, Su Changwei, the leading male protagonist of the competition, almost disappeared from the camera...

【This is the game! 】

Asamoah lifted up his jersey and wiped a handful of rain and sweat on his forehead, feeling comfortable:
[As long as there is no interference from that guy, I will be the sharpest knife in Juventus! 】

[Milan, this new pretty girl, can’t stop me at all! 】
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"Oh shit!"

The pretty guy who was looked down upon by Asamoah was, of course, De Bruyne.

He has now turned into a little red face, panting slightly in the rainy night.

As a passing master, his talent on the defensive end may not be as good as Kaka. Facing Asamoah's wing attack, sometimes he can't even grasp the opportunity to foul!

He seems to be 1.8 meters tall and has two long legs, but he is often at a loss when defending. In the end, he can only end the battle with a foul action...

In the 13th minute, Asamoah once again threw away De Bruyne. The angry Ding Ding tackled the arrogant Ghana Flying Wing from behind, earning the first yellow card of the game.

Standing at the penalty spot, Pirlo calmed down and made a trademark falling ball!
The ball circled the wall and dropped rapidly. After all, Abbiati was a veteran and was very familiar with the habits of his old teammates. He took two urgent steps and then swooped sideways, and his right hand really touched the ball!

But the ball was very slippery with rainwater. Abbiati still couldn't block the ball. He could only watch as the ball changed its flight path slightly and refracted into the net!
1: 1!

"Juventus, forever...

Juventus, you are great love...

White embraces black..." The enthusiasm at the Allianz Arena was ignited by this fallen ball. Despite the heavy rain, there were still fans singing the team song shirtless, letting the adrenaline defeat the chill!
"Oh shit!"

De Bruyne, a civilized and polite man, could only curse with this one curse word.

He was extremely frustrated. He finally got a chance to start in the focus game. Not only did he have no performance, but he became the culprit of the team conceding goals!

Then he was slapped on the neck!

Su Changwei glared at him and cursed with dissatisfaction:
"Did I treat you to dinner in vain?"

"How many times did you pass the ball to me in the whole 15 minutes?"

De Bruyne's face turned red:

"There are three defenders in front of you, I have no chance to pass!"

Su Changwei punched him in the chest again:
"Whether I can score goals or not, that's my business. But whether you can pass the ball to me or not, that's your problem!"

"If you don't even dare to pass the ball, then replace Lukaku!"

"At least he can pull in and create some opportunities!"

The local TV commentators in Turin gloated:

"Oh ho, the Milan players broke out into internal strife!"

"The best player in Serie A last season got furious and even got into a fight in front of his poor new opponent!"

"Mr. Su is obviously very dissatisfied with his new teammates not passing the ball to him!"

"He had so few touches in the first 15 minutes!"

"Come on Juventus! As long as you continue to restrict him, Milan will collapse!"
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In the 17th minute, Constant pushed Tevez from behind and was given a yellow card by referee Rocky.

This time the serve was a little further away. Pirlo did not shoot directly, but made a cooperation. Unfortunately, Bonucci's header in front of the goal missed the post slightly and almost completed the overtake.

Abbiati wanted to kick off quickly, but the young fans at the Allianz Stadium delayed for five or six seconds before throwing the football in. Milan missed the opportunity to counterattack.

By the time De Bruyne received the pass, Juventus's entire defense had retreated to their own half, and Vidal was sticking to Su Changwei's side without giving up. Even if he could receive the pass, The ball will also be surrounded by two lines of defense.

But De Bruyne still decided to pass the ball!
Considering that the turf was slippery on a rainy day, he did not dare to use force this time, but passed diagonally from the right.

But he didn't expect that he underestimated Su Changwei's forward speed, and the pass was obviously too small!

"oops!"

Looking at Su Changwei who braked suddenly and turned to catch the ball, De Bruyne's little heart was pounding.

[I’m still not familiar enough with his running positions! 】

[What kind of threat can there be in this kind of hasty catch? 】

The same thought also occurred in Vidal's mind, but he still dutifully blocked Su Changwei's straight path to the penalty area, becoming the second barrier before Bonucci.

Vidal did not stick to the opponent, but kept a safe distance and could react at any time.

His eyes were fixed on his defensive target, and then he saw... Su Changwei's right shoulder sank slightly with his back to the penalty area!
[Breakthrough backward? 】

Vidal subconsciously moved half a step to the right, but saw Milan No. 10 in front of him move the ball to the left!
[Fake action! 】

Vidal's reaction was not slow at all. His half-stretched right foot immediately landed on the ground, and his whole body was about to pounce to the left!

But as soon as he took a step, Su Changwei, who was half a meter away, raised his right foot while turning around and hit the rolling ball hard!

Su Changwei lost his balance due to exerting too much force and fell hard to the ground. However, the ball he kicked was swept by the wind and rain and roared towards the goal.

In the pouring rain, the sound of the shot was particularly dull.

"Oh!"

Vidal, who was the closest, was shaken by the muffled sound and his scalp was numb!
He turned his head and looked back, and a white light had already burst into the penalty area from the gap between Bonucci and Chiellini!
Buffon, who was guarding the goal, had already made the save immediately, but it was too late!

"Whoo~~~"

The white light penetrated the rain curtain, and a white wave exploded in the net!

2: 1!

AC Milan took the lead again in the 19th minute!
De Bruyne's hands and feet are cold!

He watched Su Changwei climb up from the mud and showed himself a domineering smile:

"How about it? Isn't it easy to play football with me and make assists?"

De Bruyne suddenly felt the urge to kneel down and cry bitterly at this moment!

[Ah Wei, do you know who I play with in the Belgian national team? 】

[One is called Lukaku and the other is called Benteke! 】(End of this chapter)