Starting with Milan as a central defender

Chapter 73 Kaka Goes Wherever She Wants
"Intense, not intense. Adriano was knocked to the ground by Kaka. The two are not of the same weight at all!"

Kaka raised his knees and unloaded the ball in front of him, striding forward with the ball.

Barcelona's backcourt is like a wide grassland, where they want to go.

Pique turns around very quickly. Now is his peak period. His air defense ability, recovery ability, blocking ability, and ball delivery ability are all among the best.

Kaka has not been affected in any way, and his dribbling speed is getting faster and faster, and the combination of small steps and long strides is superb.

Unique dribbling skills in the world.

Pique hesitated.

Because someone was faster than him, Balotelli flashed past him like a black sports car and headed straight for the right post.

Kaka in the end want Shidun?
Still want to change direction?
Still want to speed up?
Or pass the ball?
Kaka keenly seized the opportunity, deftly changed direction, and then directly completed the breakthrough with a flick of his long legs.

"Wonderful!"

"Break through three people in a row!"

"Single sword!"

Valdez was a little flustered. Barcelona's strong ball control system allowed him to take time to drink water.

But the long-term training made him subconsciously make standard strikes.

"Can Valdes save the Camp Nou?"

Everyone's eyes were on the two of them.

We all know that standards mean standards.

It is of no use to geniuses.

Kaka forcibly changed direction again and dunked directly past Valdes.

Easily push the empty goal into the net.

1:0! ! !

"The ball has been scored!"

"Qin Yun made a long pass from the back of the court and found Kaka directly. The connection between the two is picturesque!"

"Kaka made a long-distance attack, passed four people in a row, and pushed the empty goal to help Milan take the lead!"

"Camp Nou has once again fallen into the curse of the bus. As Harvey ages, his control over the midfield is not as good as before. At this time, the problem of defense is exposed."

Qin Yun put his hands on his hips, and his momentum was very arrogant.

"How about it, isn't my passing the ball really cool?"

"Uh-huh!"

Mex and Zapata couldn't stop nodding.

The two play the role of supporting each other perfectly
Kaka was celebrating not far away, when he suddenly thought of something, ran to Qin Yun and jumped on his back.

Qin Yun felt a weight in his body, and looked back, showing a bright smile.

side of the field.

Martino fell into contemplation, changing the ball possession style of play with defensive counterattacks may be the best choice for Barcelona today.

"Before the winter window, pay more attention to the No. 13 player."

Artemi cleverly didn't mention that Martino had satirized Qin Yun just now, "Okay, boss."

The other side.

The Milan bench went crazy.

Allegri hugged those around him excitedly.

Shalawi's eyes were shining. His idol is Kaka. At this time, he saw Kaka galloping on the field, but he was still sitting on the bench. He felt itchy and wanted to take off his vest and rush to the green field.

Inside the VIP box.

Cruyff was caught in the memory and couldn't extricate himself.

40 years ago, that was the first time the World Cup used the Hercules Cup.

He and Franz Beckenbauer faced each other head-to-head in the World Cup final as captains.

At that time, [-] fans at the Olympic Stadium in Munich witnessed the curtain call of the "Football Saint" and "Football Emperor".war.

His sharp breakthrough helped the Netherlands get a precious penalty opportunity, and Neeskens made the penalty firmly.
But soon the whole game fell into the rhythm of the Federal Republic of Germany. Beckenbauer used a strange pass from the outside of his foot to tear the Dutch defense.

In the end, they lost the game 2:1.

"Why is there his shadow?"

Cruyff muttered to himself.

on the field.

Harvey sighed helplessly. Qin Yun's movements were too subtle, and he had no chance to prepare in advance.

"It's not a trick, is it?"

Fabregas hesitated.

"Show me a trick?"

Iniesta answered angrily, he was responsible for the ball.

He has enough confidence in his skills at his feet, and believes that even Pique can make such a difficult tackle.

The sense of oppression Qin Yun brought to him was only slightly worse than when he was surrounded by five players from the Italian team in the European Cup.

Pique looked at Mascherano meaningfully. He thought that the club paid too little attention to the high-altitude ball.

Messi walked towards the goal silently, picked up the football and walked towards the midfield.

The mid-race circle reopens.

Messi kicks the ball back to Butzquets.

"Allegri has a special habit. Once he has tasted the sweetness of a certain lineup, he will stubbornly continue to use it, so all Milan members shrank back."

Barcelona's offense has not stagnated in the slightest, and they still hold the ball firmly.

But if you look at it from the perspective of God, you can clearly find the disconnect between Barcelona's backcourt and midfield.

Pique was worried that Milan would repeat the old tricks. If that kind of ball came again, he would not have the confidence to defend successfully, so he couldn't help but lean back.

The football is passed consecutively across the center circle.

Harvey looked at the steel defense line built by Milan, but couldn't find any gaps, so he could only pass back.

Busquets stopped the ball at his feet, anticipating the next three seconds of action.

Suddenly lost, he is more used to creating space and ball opportunities in the opponent's press.

But the point is that no one is forcing him now.
The sense of presence has dropped a few notches.

Reminds him of the same nausea he felt against Mourinho three years ago.

"There are too many invalid passes. We see that Messi's position is constantly backward. He needs to retreat to catch the ball and use his personal ability to help Barcelona open the breakthrough."

The pressure on Milan's players on the left has dropped sharply. Messi must be fully defensive in defense, otherwise he will be easily broken by him.

Qin Yun frowned. Milan couldn't use the forward pressure to force Messi again, so the gap between the formations would inevitably increase, and it would be impossible to suppress Barcelona's pass control.

I can only tell the two brothers Wenyimeng and Wuyimeng to be more vigilant and do the first two lines of defense in advance.

De Jong didn't need him to remind him, and now he is holding back his strength to give Messi strength.

30 meter area.

Harvey didn't hesitate at all and sent the ball forward.

Messi turned around without stopping the ball, leaving Wen Yimeng behind.

His understanding of position and space is superb.

"Milan's central and frontcourt players reacted quickly, and the three-person double-team only missed Messi in the circle."

"Can it be prevented?"

No one in the world dares to say that it is sure to do it.

Simple pinch ball.

It was as though magic had been cast at Messi's feet.

Muntari's legs stick out first.

De Jong followed.

Montolivo stared at him behind him.

Messi moved instantly!

The extremely strong starting speed and acceleration endowed by the step frequency of 4.4 Hz are perfectly reflected at this moment.

Two touches in 0.5 seconds to change direction, the highest level of human-ball integration.

The Nou Camp has the loudest shouts for their king.

"Messi!"

"Messi!"

"Messi!"

(End of this chapter)