Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 158 Next, it's my turn!

30 meter area.

Cork receives a pass from a teammate.

Start shifting to the middle.

Diego Costa and Adrian interspersed and ran in the penalty area.

It created great pressure on the opponent. Faced with such a ghostly movement, Milan's plan to carry out man-to-man man-marking failed.

But that's not enough to score goals.

Milan's center was very densely populated, and under strong pressure, Atletico quickly lost the ball.

The moment the football left Cork's feet.

San Siro seems to sound red and white variations.

Atletico Madrid's formation instantly shrank, launching a layered and purposeful close press.

The interconnection between each player is like a sharp line cutting space.

"Simeone wants to move the battlefield to the opponent's penalty area!"

"He showed the world what is the aesthetics of violence unique to Atletico Madrid!"

Outside Milan's penalty area, there was sudden panic

When the space is extremely compressed, it is difficult to ensure that the ball is not lost, let alone the ball.

Zapata wanted to drive to the frontcourt with a big foot, but the opponent didn't give him a chance at all.

The football hit Adrian's body and bounced sideways.

Before Qin Yun touched the ball, someone behind him was entangled with hands and feet.

Diego Costa didn't care how rough and brutal his actions were.

He just wants to win.

Regardless of whether the process is clean
So he unreservedly used the skills he had learned since he was a child on his opponents.

For him, this is the only way to get ahead.

Qin Yun only felt like he was being bound by an octopus, and he tried his best to pass the ball.

He turned his head and rolled his eyes, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Qin Yun understood that if he really lost his mind, he would fall into Diego Costa's trap.

As a backcourt commander, he must remain calm at all times.

side of the field.

Simeone stood on the sidelines, expressionless.

After releasing his emotions, he made a key adjustment.

Milan wants to fight in the midfield just to facilitate the attack.
But as long as the battlefield is shifted to the front of the opponent's penalty area, as long as the counterattack is successful, it will be an excellent opportunity.

As for how to deal with Qin Yun, he was also prepared.

Memories go back to Saint-Etienne in 1998, Argentina No. 8, England No. 7.
Same means, will there be the same results?

In Simeone's pupils is the desire for victory.

The other side.

Allegri tried his best to remain calm and turned his attention to the bench.

Keisuke Honda, Bielsa, Muntari, Amelia.
He was thinking about how to solve the problem and how to liberate Qin Yun.

Allegri subconsciously thought of the sense of security that black and hard brought him two years ago.

The decision is yours!

Muntari was ecstatic. Since Milan started playing three central defenders, he has been sidelined.

Back on the field.

The danger for Milan is not over yet.

Zakar received the ball from many sides, and he was not good at his foot skills, and he was panicked when he encountered such an intense press.

Adrian came quietly from behind, pushed forward vigorously, and stabbed out with his right foot.

"Atletico Madrid's close pressing created a huge problem for the opponent!"

“Just a bit too dirty!”

Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but complain.

The football rolled slowly on the turf, and Arda Turan stepped on it to stop.

If you can win the Champions League, you should have better treatment after entering Barcelona.

Take advantage of the trend and take a trip forward.

Seizing the opportunity when Zacardo was knocked down and hadn't got up yet, he rode across the sidewalk.

Atletico Madrid's other central and frontcourt players quickly stepped in, forming triangle positions in the offensive third area, building a strict offensive system.

"Atletico Madrid's attack is coming!"

On the right side of the restricted area.

Turan slowly slowed down and didn't make a random cross.

There is not much time left and the ball cannot be lost anymore.

Max stopped in front of him.

He didn't hesitate, and stuck the inside line firmly.

With Garcia not playing, Atletico Madrid's header ability has dropped significantly, so there is no need to worry about opponents passing high balls.

Turan didn't continue to try, and passed back to the teammate who responded.

Juanfran didn't stop the ball and went straight to the middle.

"Gabby!"

"Do you want to take a long shot directly?"

Perhaps because he was under siege for a long time and was a little nervous, De Jong flew recklessly to block the hole of the gun.

But Gabby pokes out gently.

fake shot!

Left twice, returned three times.

Now 32 years old, Gabi knows that this may be the closest he is to winning the Champions League.

Compared to Simeone, perhaps he can better explain what is called iron blood.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience.

Gabby swung his right foot.

away stands.

Atletico Madrid fans recalled Gabi's long-range shot against Real Madrid last season and began to wave flags wildly.

Milan's penalty area was in chaos.

Abbiati was extremely nervous, staring at the football, trying to see its trajectory.

In an instant.

Gabby lifted the ball forward effortlessly.

The football draws a rainbow over the crowd.

Slowly falling to the left side of the restricted area.

"Fake shooting is real!"

"It's so ingenious!"

"The years have weakened his physical ability, but increased his talent!"

The camera moves quickly with the football.

Atletico Madrid No. 19 pushed forward with both hands vaguely, and then quickly retracted.

Zapata's center of gravity swayed, and his movements inevitably deformed.

Diego Costa rushed forward and caught up with the football.

Abbiati suddenly fell into despair, all his attention was on Gabi just now.

At this moment, he could only watch helplessly.

Allegri couldn't support his legs and fell to his knees.

Simone laughed.

Over the sky of San Siro, a dark cloud floated over at some point.

In loose moonlight.

The flow of time seems to slow down.

Diego Costa is getting closer and closer to football, and the hideous expression on his face is extremely terrifying.

Raise your left foot!

He wants to use extreme violence to crush his opponent's hopes.

If you have a chance.
Who wouldn't want to be a handsome swordsman instead of a villain that everyone despises?

But for now, he just wants to win.
boom!
With an explosion.

The football roared towards the gate of Milan.

Milan fans are disappointed.

suddenly.

There were exclamations from the stands.

People pointed to the field one after another, as if they saw something incredible.

Football is not in front of the goal line.

Milan No. 13 appeared quietly.

boom!
It was the dull sound of a football hitting the flesh!
San Siro, there was no sound.

Milan fans look into the stadium
The boy who hit the net had several red marks on his face due to his excessive charge.

Then cheers echoed throughout the world.

The dark clouds over Milan were shattered, and the full moon shone brightly into the stadium.

"Qin Yun did a great job! He didn't give Atletico Madrid any chance. At this moment, he inherited the glorious tradition of AC Milan. Baresi, Costacurta, and Nesta are possessed by their souls at this moment! He is not fighting alone! "

Huang Jianxiang roared passionately without giving He Wei a chance to speak.

It's like going back to 2006 again.
(End of this chapter)