Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 144 Desperate
The 67th minute of the game.

Kaka retreated to catch the ball, avoided Suarez's steal, and passed behind Atletico Madrid's defense.

Balotelli dragged Miranda and Godin alone, and abruptly grabbed the shot.

Courtois clapped his hands and took off the football.

Then he yelled at his teammates and threw the ball vigorously.

"A quick counterattack by Courtois!"

Atletico Madrid players began to press forward frantically.

Squeeze out your last strength.

In order to maintain a low defense, Milan couldn't help but feel a little disconnected in the midfield.

And the space in between was perfectly utilized by the opponent.

in a blink.

Atletico Madrid advanced past halftime.

No more infiltration attempts, Gabi's handling is very simple.

Push hard with your right foot.

The football rolls quickly to the right.

Kirk sped up sharply.

After the ball is under control, suddenly buckle inward.

Abundant stamina allows him to make more precise movements when facing defenders.

Atletico Madrid's formation quietly changed.

Kirk quickly looked up and made a wall-bumping cooperation with Gabby.

Then he suddenly kicked his feet straight.

As the real core of Atletico Madrid's attack.
Cork delivered a penetrating pass as the attack progressed.

"This season, Cork's average passing distance is 17 meters, and he can even send a deep pass of more than 35 meters in one game!"

Qin Yun suddenly understood the opponent's intentions.

But at this time, he was still on the way to retreat and defend, so he could only watch silently.

"There is a gap in the center of Milan's defense, Mexes and Zapata should be close to each other."

"Such a small opportunity has been captured by Atletico Madrid!"

Max woke up like a dream, and just after turning around, there was a strong wind blowing by his side.

Diego Costa is like a tank, rampage.

The advance of Cork's pass is perfect, fully releasing the speed and impact of Atletico Madrid's sharp striker.

Atletico Madrid fans cheered wildly!
The Milan fans fell silent.

"Single knife!"

Frontier of the restricted area.

Diego Costa slowly slows down.

There is no option to move on!

Just two simple steps to complete the adjustment before shooting.

Raise your right foot!

boom!
There was a cracking sound!

Everyone can't help but hold their breath.

The football turned into a white light!
Howling and flying to the upper left corner of the goal!
Abbiati could only make symbolic saves.

For someone who is about to retire, trying to save a shot of this quality is ... impossible.

Calderon Stadium.

After a brief silence, deafening cheers followed.

The Atletico Madrid fans were completely insane. Anyone who saw such a violent goal would burst into blood.

"Just as the second half of the game was about to pass, Atletico Madrid regained the lead!"

"While Koke's deep pass has achieved huge gains, Diego Costa's movement is equally clever!"

"The tacit understanding and harmony between the two on the offensive line is reminiscent of the legendary combination of Rui Costa and Batty."

Diego Costa kicked down the corner flag excitedly, and then cast a provocative look at Qin Yun.

I thought to myself that it's not over yet, I'm going to crush you completely!

The referee's eyes twitched twice, but he finally resisted the urge to play a card.

Qin Yun ignored it and fished the ball out of the goal.

side of the field.

Allegri sat on the bench in frustration, "Oh, Atletico Madrid is indeed a step higher. If you look at the eyes of their players, it feels like they are going to eat people."

"I doubt Simeone hypnotized them."

Tassotti was very clear-headed, "Boss, it's time for us to change, Kaka's physical strength is almost at its limit."

Allegri sighed again, "It would be great if Kaka was eight years younger. I have absolute confidence to lead Milan to the championship."

When Maldini heard this, he wanted to go up and kick him.
What nonsense are you talking about, if Kaka is really at the peak level, I can be a coach while playing football!
The other side.

"Keep attacking!"

Simeone's long-suppressed emotions were finally released.

Here comes a passionate slide kneeling.

This goal is the best chicken blood
"Both teams made substitution adjustments"

"Milan replace Kaka, replace Poli. Replace De Sciglio, replace Emmanuelsen."

"Atletico Madrid replace Garcia, replace Adrian."

"Compared with Garcia, Adrian runs more actively and covers more areas. Atletico Madrid wants to use this to completely overwhelm Milan's defense."

The game restarts.

The green field once again showed a one-sided situation.

The Atlético players press and tackle like crazy, making one wonder if their physical abilities have no limits.

The sweat on Qin Yun's forehead couldn't stop flowing down.

He is under pressure now and could have sent the ball through midfield.

现在
Can not be counter-robbed already exhausted.

Just 3 minutes.

Adrian snatched the ball back from Essien's feet.

After passing the ball to Cork on the side, he immediately ran forward.

Costa kept moving, rushing forward frantically.

Milan's defense was involuntarily compressed.

The space in the middle was given up again.

Cork immediately passed the ball.

Just when everyone thought it would be a deep through ball, Adrian cut it off halfway.

"The diversity of Simeone's tactics is pleasing to the eye!"

Adrian decisively dribbled the ball into Milan's penalty area.

But just moments after he touches the ball.

A figure flew from his side.

Only a muffled sound was heard.

boom!
Qin Yun shoveled the ball sideways with his back.

The football rolled in front of Mex, who kicked it out of bounds without hesitation.

"Too dangerous!"

"This kind of careless action will cause a foul, and it is very likely to get a red card."

"But it's a helpless move. Qin Yun is worthy of being a player with a big heart!"

Upon seeing this, Diego Costa signaled Adrian not to get up so quickly, and he went to the referee.
"Is this ball not a foul?"

"At least it is a yellow card, you see how painful my teammates are"

The referee seemed to be mentally handicapped, he didn't even have the mood to explain.

Of the 22 people on the field, you are the dirtiest, and you still have the face to say it here
Ignore it at all and signal Atletico Madrid's throw-in.

Diego Costa is very good at meeting people to order food, knowing that if he pesters him again, he may get another yellow card.

Turn around and leave decisively.

Studio.

There are more and more bullet screens.
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[Uncomfortable, now Milan is too short of an organizational midfielder. 】
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[Montolivo, the only organizational midfielder, also suffered a fractured tibia in the previous World Cup warm-up match, what a fucking bad luck! 】
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【Maybe it's God's will】
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【It would be great if Qin Yun could organize an attack.】
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【Stop dreaming, unless he cheats! 】

Calderon Stadium.

Turan throws the ball out of bounds.

Gabi volleyed the ball into the penalty area.

football flying high
Milan's penalty area was in a mess, and it was hard to tell who was squeezing whom.

Abbiati has ample time to move and leap high.

But no one expected that at such a critical moment.

The bald uncle slipped his hand and the football fell.

Diego Costa was overjoyed and stabbed in the chaos.

(End of this chapter)