Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 138 Qin Yun Was Frozen
De Sciglio quickly observed and found that no player could respond, so he tried to make a breakthrough.

Snapped!
Juanfran successfully predicted and intercepted the ball easily.

"Clean tackle!"

"As an indispensable part of the top Atletico Madrid's offensive and defensive right, his strength is beyond doubt!"

"He is in La Liga, against Ronaldo and Neymar!"

After regaining the ball, Forlan immediately passed the ball.

Gabi didn't stop the ball and went straight to the left.

Felipe took the ball and ran wildly.

"This season, Atlético have averaged 43% of their attacking areas on the left"

"The speed of the offensive and defensive transitions of the two teams is very fast, without any stagnation!"

Abate did not push out, but followed the formation and retreated slowly.

When the football is about to reach the 30-meter zone.

Milan instantly formed a multi-person siege.

"Filipe crosses the ball to Cork who then passes it to Garcia"

But Atletico Madrid seemed to have rehearsed in advance, gathering four people in the long and narrow space on the wing, passing the ball non-stop.

Flowing clouds and water!

Fluidly reminiscent of Barcelona at its peak.
Qin Yun narrowed his eyes and kept thinking.

Simeone's intention is obvious, avoiding the densely defensive center, and relying on a pass from many people on the side to advance quickly.

Just a few seconds.

Atletico Madrid tore open Milan's defense abruptly.

A wide golden corridor opened!

The Atlético fans cheered loudly and couldn't wait to see their team take the lead.

"I don't know how many times I have practiced this offensive routine, it's perfect!"

Cork was unmarked and took advantage of the situation.

Milan's backcourt was suddenly in danger.

Garcia moves to the left rib to create space for his teammates.

And Brazil. Obu, Spanish striker Diego Costa began to move simultaneously.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Yun followed immediately.

"Koke kicks in a cross!"

The football is like a meteor, flying to the center of the penalty area.

Qin Yun accurately judged the landing point, and jumped up suddenly.

Diego Costa pinched Qin Yun covertly, and rammed him hard.

Qin Yun's movements inevitably deformed, but he still grabbed a little bit.

"Nice steal!"

"Precise prediction!"

"Facing Diego Costa, his performance is still stable!"

The football flew outside the penalty area.

But the landing point has changed.

"Gabby!"

Without waiting for the two to make a move.

Gabi unloaded the ball in front of him and rushed directly to the right.

"Extremely explosive, leaving two defenders behind"

Milan's defense had not had time to return to normal, and Atletico Madrid's offense struck again.

Gabi suddenly kicked a pass.

The target was on Qin Yun's right side.

In order to make up for the defense just now, Mex had to push out.

But now, it's a deadly gap.

Qin Yun immediately reacted and moved quickly.

But just after moving half a step, he stopped.

It was like hitting a wall.

Everyone in the audience held their breath.

Is the goal coming?

Garcia looked back, kicked his feet on the turf, and the mermaid jumped out.

The football happened to fall.

side of the field.

"So simple?"

Allegri covered his head and muttered in disbelief.

Tassotti had calculated everything, and he didn't expect it to be the current scene.

Is there such a big gap in strength between the two teams?

The other side.

"Do you see it!"

"This is Atletico Madrid!"

Simeone leaned back and raised his hands flat, roaring at the pitch.

Let all your passion out.

"Boss, our statistics are all ahead."

Boggs wears Google smart glasses, and he uses a software called "Mediacoach", which can see the ball possession rate, heat map and other data, and it is updated in real time through the Internet.

Just when the trajectories of the two coincide.

Football suddenly refracted.

Fly straight to Milan's goal.

Abbiati's concentration was intense, and he started moving ahead of time.

Instantly make a rescue action.

"The judgment is in the right direction!"

Gloves barely touched.

The course of football has changed again.

There was an uproar!

"World class saves!"

"Know that Abbiati is 36 years old!"

The voice did not fall.

The images from the camera are depressing.

The football hits the crossbar.

hit the door line.
Abbiati tried to scoop the ball out, but it was already over the line.

The referee blows the whistle and raises one arm in front of the middle circle.

1:0! ! !

"The ball has been scored!"

"Only in the past 8 minutes, the score was rewritten!"

"Atletico Madrid broke through the opponent's defense with continuous attacks, and finally Garcia jumped to the top and scored!"

"As a key defensive player of Milan, Qin Yun is entangled by Diego Costa, and he has no skills at all."

"Look at the replay."

"Scoring goals through counterattacks is not a skill. After the first wave of quick attacks is frustrated, you can still complete the goal in an unfavorable situation, and you will show your skills!"

"Atletico Madrid trained by Simeone is an iron-blooded army!"

Studio.

Barrage flooded the screen.
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[Costa is so dirty, you can see it clearly in the camera! 】
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[Fuck, this is it? 】
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[Look carefully, Garcia's shot is not a bright spot, Cork ran freely to the left to get the ball, and achieved a partial advantage in numbers and possession against Milan.Can you see the bottom edge?There is another person. This shows that Milan was pierced on this side. 】
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[The key is that Uncle Jiong has a problem with the choice of the two midfielders. Neither De Jong nor Essien are explosive players.After being continuously attacked by the opponent, he will soon be unable to withstand it. 】
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【It’s broken, it won’t be a tragedy.】
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[Are there Milan fans? 】
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[The game is not over yet, it's useless to say more]
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[My hair fans are all older, have experienced ups and downs, and are more Buddhist.]

Calderon Stadium.

The cheers from the Atlético fans were deafening.

Diego Costa hugged Garcia and kissed him twice.

"You are simply wonderful, my darling!"

Garcia smiled wryly, and wiped off the liquid on his face without leaving any traces.

Abbiati hammered the post in frustration.

Just a little.

If the football had been bounced at an even further angle, he would definitely be able to fish it out.

Max said guiltily: "Mine, I couldn't return it in time after being pushed out"

"It's all trivial things, maybe Kaka will have five players in a row to help us equalize the score later."

Qin Yun rubbed his waist. Diego Costa's pinch just now really hurt.
But he knows it's useless even to appeal to the referee
There must be a stronger response!
"Um."

Kaka faltered for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Said that he couldn't score five goals in a row?
That hits morale.
Say you can?
he can't tell
talking room.

The formation diagram in Qin Yun's mind kept changing.

Atletico Madrid's playmaker is not in the middle.
But Cork and Turan on the wings!

Defensive focus must also be adjusted.
side of the field.

"Atletico Madrid definitely has the strength to win the Champions League."

Uncle Jiong was about to finish pulling out his hair, and was very worried.

The coaching staff conducted intensive exchanges.

The other side.

"Wait, this is just the beginning."

"Milan's defensive countermeasures will respond immediately, but such adjustments will definitely cause problems in details and execution."

Simeone put his hands in his pockets, not knowing what his opponent was.

(End of this chapter)