Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 140 Makes the game even more broken!
The 24th minute of the game.

Atletico Madrid has finished repairing and regrouped.

Launch the offensive again.

30 meter area.

Gaby distributes the ball to the wing.

Felipe crossed directly at a 45-degree angle.

Diego Costa leaped high and kept moving his hands.

Qin Yun was not polite either, and slammed into him in mid-air with all his strength.

Soccer balls fly over their heads.

Kicked out of the bottom line by Zapata.

"Atlético win the left corner."

"During this period of time, Milan can only support it hard. If it continues, it will only be a matter of time before they are scored."

"They need to make changes quickly!"

Easy to say.

Qin Yun also thought about it, but the problem now is that Milan has entered the opponent's rhythm.

It is not up to them to decide whether to attack or defend.

And the best defensive counterattack was also frozen.

To tie the score can only rely on luck
But that ethereal thing
Refocus your attention.

The restricted area was packed with players from both sides.

"Atletico's corners are an important means of scoring for them"

"Simeone once said that weak teams must seize the opportunity of set-pieces."

"And his catchphrase is"

"Atletico is a weak team."

Kirk stretched out three fingers and kicked hard!
The football flew towards the penalty area like an arrow from the string.

"It's a high ball!"

Garcia pouted his butt and pushed Zapata away.

Jump up and shake your head back.

The football is lobbed and falls backwards.

"Godin!"

"No one to guard!"

Raise your right leg and send it forward sharply.

boom!
With a muffled sound.

The football flew straight to the left of the goal.

Abbiati was going in the opposite direction at this time and could do nothing.

Allegri closed his eyes.

Maldini sighed.

Simeone's smile grew wilder.

And just when the football is about to cross the goal line.

A figure squeezed into the lens.

Milan No. 13!
The whole person flies close to the ground.

Ignoring the goal post not far in front of him.

The football bounced off his thigh.

Qin Yun also slammed into the doorpost uncontrollably.

"The danger has not been lifted!"

"Diego Costa!"

A burst shot.

Abbiati cupped his palms up to block the football from the goal.

"The 36-year-old made a key save in the knockout round of the Champions League!"

Qin Yun rubbed his thighs, slowly got up, "I didn't see you so fierce during training."

"Stop talking, I really can't stand it a few more times."

Abbiati's bald head was covered with sweat, and he said with lingering fear.

Calderon Stadium.

There was thunderous applause.

Atletico Madrid fans are not stingy, they like iron-blooded players.

"Goalline clearance!"

"I don't know how many times it is!"

"But he can only defend passively, how many times can Qin Yun stop it?"

"The balance of victory has already begun to tilt, just waiting to bottom out"

Zhan Jun feels sorry
The game continues.

Atletico Madrid's corner kick was resolved again.

Zapata overwhelmed Garcia to grab a point.

But before Milan launched a counterattack, Atletico immediately launched a counterattack.

Don't give your opponent a chance to breathe!
Essien faced double-teaming, no matter how strong he was, there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly heard a familiar voice, and subconsciously passed the ball to the side.

The siege team converts the target.

Qin Yun had long observed his opponent's habit.

The right foot shakes slightly and moves forward at the moment of contact with the ball.

The football got out of the double-teaming circle strangely.

"One touch the ball!"

"Chance for Milan!"

Qin Yun's thigh exerted strength, preparing to speed up and launch a counterattack.

But he stopped after taking only two steps.

I saw behind him.

Diego Costa wrapped his hands around Qin Yun's waist and abdomen, pulling back with all his strength.

Qin Yun felt as if he was being pulled by a truck and couldn't move an inch.

Both fell to the ground.

Zapata rushed up, wanting to punch two.

Players from both teams shoved each other.

The referee quickly blew his whistle and showed a yellow card.

The atmosphere on the court is getting hotter and hotter.

"Absolutely no problems!"

"It is undoubtedly a foul move!"

Zhan Jun was very angry.

Qin Yun silently got up and scooped up the football.

He just thought of another way.

Although Atletico Madrid split the game, they maintained the whole.

Although Milan's ability to organize offense is insufficient, its defense
If the game becomes more chaotic, no one can form a complete offense.

Maybe Milan have a chance to fish in troubled waters.
Both Shalawi and Balotelli are very good at it.

So he seized the opportunity and called his teammates.

Regarding Qin Yun's adjustment of tactics, the Milan players did not have any abnormalities.

After all, what Uncle Jiong focuses on is decentralization.
Allow players to perform to their full potential.

"After 40 meters"

The tactics are simple, even to the point of brutality.

But that's what the Milan players are good at.

De Jong and Essien nodded, ready to show their little brothers.

"Setting ball sent"

The situation on the field has not changed in the slightest.

Atletico quickly won the ball back.

Habitually attack from the left.

But the advance was quickly met with resistance.

Cork received a pass from his teammate and had no time to turn around.

De Jong and Abate rushed up and kicked the ball out of bounds abruptly.

The Atletico Madrid players didn't care and re-planned the attack.

But what happened next was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

Whenever an Atletico Madrid player gets the ball, they are quickly surrounded.

And Milan did not consider the counterattack after stealing the ball, and only wanted to destroy the ball.

The rhythm becomes fragmented.

side of the field.

"This is Milan's adjustment?"

Simeone narrowed his eyes, realizing something was wrong.

Boggs hesitated to speak.

The data shows that Atletico Madrid's offensive continuity is getting lower and lower.
side of the field.

"I didn't think about the counterattack after the steal"

"Qin Yun is simply a genius!"

Allegri stood up excitedly.

"What about offense? Our main way of scoring is to counterattack, but now we can't even get the ball."

Tassotti asked suspiciously.

Allegri hesitated when he heard the words, and then replied confidently: "Just wait and see!"

Time passed minute by minute.

30 meter area.

It's like turning into a meat grinder.

The ball keeps overlapping.

"Milan's adjustment had an immediate effect!"

"Allegri is indeed a master of tactics. After so many years in Serie A, how could he not be good at something."

"The game time has come to 42 minutes!"

"The camera came to the sidelines, Simeone's expression was very calm, maybe he has found a way to deal with it."

Qin Yun suddenly discovered that Atletico Madrid's pressing intensity had begun to decline, and was about to die down, holding the score advantage and entering the halftime break.

How can I make him happy at this time.

You retreat and I enter.

Milan immediately pressed forward and entangled the opponent tightly.

Turan receives a pass.

He wanted to seize the last moment to score another goal.

But his teammates didn't follow.

Abate seized the opportunity to steal.

The feet of the two touched together, and the football wheel rolled out.

Qin Yun patted his horse and rushed over.

Swing up your right foot.

Trivela pass!

And Kaka had already made preparations, and the counterattack routes in the minds of the two coincided instantly.

"Milan's attack is finally here!"

(End of this chapter)