Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 39 The duel with Royce, if you hesitate, you will lose (please collect, please vote)

"The football was rushed to Constante to take the ball. Milan turned around and launched an offensive. Montolivo caught the ball and hung it directly behind Hummels. Balotelli volleyed without stopping the ball. Oops, unfortunately, it was slightly higher than the crossbar."

Duan Xuan was still immersed in the scene of Qin Yun's rescue, and the commentary behind it was so weak.

Lewand's eyes are full of question marks. He thinks that the fake moves are realistic enough, but why is he still seen through?It's so unreasonable, he didn't feel that way when he faced Boateng.

Hummels, who was standing in the middle circle, stroked his mustache. He brought himself into Qin Yun's position just now, and suddenly realized that he would definitely not be able to make such a defensive operation, but it would increase physical confrontation and interfere with Lewand's spiking action. It can only be said that the defensive styles of the two are different, and he does not think he is inferior to Qin Yun.

Dortmund's frontcourt players are almost numb. Why is it so difficult to score a goal? Didn't it mean that Milan's lineup this season is average and they don't have much competitiveness?Is it an away game, not acclimatized?
"Handsome, so handsome!", Zapata's eyes stared at little stars. After working with Qin Yun for so long, he still couldn't see through it. How could someone improve so quickly?Even if the age of 17-24 is the age at which the players have the most goals, it can't be so outrageous, right?Not to mention the experienced position of central defender.

"Oh, the basic operation, learn more, you can do it too."

Qin Yun waved his hand, the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the ears, Zapata was cultivated by himself, who should he choose as the next target?
Zapata kept nodding, imagining that that day would come soon, and then focused his attention on Lewandowski, and today he will behead the Polish striker to make a good start.

The game continued, and now the time was close to 10 minutes. The Dortmund players were too exhausted due to the long-term oppressive pressing, and the Milan players were not much better. The two legs were a little weak from the constant beating, not to mention the weather was still hot, and the sweat was dripping down.

"The attacking rhythm of the visiting team has slowed down again. Are you going to end the first half like this?"

Klopp picked up his hat again and yelled at the field to direct the team. He couldn't accept it and went to halftime like this. He had to score at least one goal, otherwise
Allegri directed Balotelli and Robinho to return to the defense, defending the last 5 minutes, and the probability of winning the game will increase.
Grosskreutz received a pass from Hummels from the wing, hit the wall with Shaheen and went straight to the opponent's half. Robinho quickly approached, but the effect was not much different from the eye defense, and was directly wiped away.

"Gross Kreutz handed the ball to Mkhitaryan, and then he went forward from the edge. Aubameyang retracted to create space for him to play on the left. De Jong rushed up and missed the ball. Mkhitaryan did not choose to fall to the ground to set the ball. He staggered two steps and then went straight behind Zacardo."

Dortmund's players squeezed out their last energy and frantically flocked to the penalty area, with the momentum of not giving up if they didn't go in.

It's like a bumblebee in madness, even if it dies, it will pierce the poisonous needle into the enemy's body.

The fans in the stands couldn't help standing up. Everyone knew that this would be Dortmund's last attack in the first half, and what would happen. Everyone had different expectations in their hearts.

"De Jong, you and Muntari watch the perimeter of the penalty area, don't give them a chance to grab a second shot. Zapata, let me mark Levan Constant, and the second point will be handed over to you."

Qin Yun finished a long list of words in just a few seconds, and then started to move. He didn't look for anyone specifically, but put himself in the best position, no matter which side needed support, he could arrive in time.

Gross Kreutz leads the ball directly past Zacardo in two steps. From here to the bottom line, he can adjust the cross unscrupulously, and the ability to balance his feet gives him many options.

"A cross from the bottom. No, the goal is outside the penalty area. Both Mkhitaryan and Royce are there, but it is also the most densely populated place in Milan. Is it to fight for personal ability?"

The football slid in a rainbow-like arc over the San Siro stadium.

De Jong and Muntari are one by one, using their physical advantage to try to squeeze the two apart and grab a point.

But the football did not run according to the established trajectory. Under the action of various forces, it spun wildly and fell downward ahead of time.

Mkhitaryan decisively fell to the ground and stretched his legs, the football hit the upper and bounced to the left.
"Opportunity! Muntari's misjudgment pushed Royce forward, just in time to touch the football. Qin Yun is already moving. Can he catch up?"

Royce unloaded the ball about [-] centimeters in front of his body with ease, took a simple left step, and the arch of his right foot was nearly parallel to the football.
"I want to rub the far corner."

Dortmund fans trembled with excitement, their faces turned red. Look, this is our genius, for our genius who rejected Real Madrid and Bayern today "absolute zero" will come to San Siro!

Klopp kept rubbing his messy hair, he didn't need to pursue the angle so much, hurry up, hurry up!

Allegri felt that he needed to buy some quick-acting heart-relief pills. He didn't know when the days of such fear would end, but the tactics he chose had to be read even on his knees.

Milan fans folded their arms on their chests, God, please let someone save us.

Qin Yun took two steps and one step at a time, bursting out with fierce aura. He knew that Royce's kick from the left side could only be aimed at the far post. What he needed to do was also very simple. He stood in front of the door and used the explosive power of the last step without the slightest hesitation to slide down and put in the shovel!

"Confronting head-on, Qin Yun is too courageous. He dares to make a tackle at this position. If he doesn't touch the ball, it will definitely be a red card!"

Royce paused slightly, and then continued without reservation. He knew that his center of gravity and movements had reached the extreme, and he could no longer make false shots and other actions.
boom!
boom!
Two muffled sounds echoed in the night sky of Milan.

Perhaps it is no longer possible to judge which of the two touched the football first, only to see it fly high after two bounces.

Qin Yun hurriedly stopped his feet. He didn't want to inflict new injuries on Royce, who was already suffering from constant injuries, but the inertia still brought Royce down. Fortunately, there was a meat pad under his body.

"Qin Yun did it! Killed Dortmund's offense again! Beautiful! Beautiful! Incredible. I can't remember how many times he made steals in the first half of the game. The protagonist of today's game is undoubtedly him! Look, the Milan fans started to cheer, and the Red Devils in the stands stood up!"

The Dortmund players didn't react, and the second penalty was easily taken by De Jong and drove towards the boundary. Milan could finally take this opportunity to rest.

(End of this chapter)