From the Country Team To the Rich

   Chapter 784 World-Class Stopping

   "Those old guys are probably terrified!"

  Ranieh smiled smugly.

  Habble is also very happy. In front of the top players in the same position, he successfully attacked successfully, which is very fulfilling for him.

   "However, you can't be complacent, after all, it's Barcelona, ​​and their offense is not so easy to defend!"

  Ranieh suddenly said solemnly.

After    became the captain, this guy changed his giggling attitude before, and although he was still out of tune at times, he was always able to stay awake at critical moments.

  Ranier felt right. After Barcelona was almost scared to pee by Hoffenheim’s attack several times, a fire of evil came up.

   After regaining the ball, they started a frantic attack.

   Barcelona's attacking style is different from Hoffenheim.

  Although both teams are mainly passing, Hoffenheim's passing is for the purpose of scoring, while Barcelona is mainly advancing.

  The ball is continuously transmitted in short distances, and all 10 people except the goalkeeper are connected together, making full use of the field and advancing continuously.

   From time to time, there are Harvey Abano's breakthrough, which makes Hoffenheim extremely uncomfortable.

   They felt for the first time that there was a reason why the players they played hated their way of playing so much.

   It wouldn't be fun to change someone who was slipped away like a monkey.

  Barcelona also attacked several times and resulted in several near-break situations.

   Fortunately, Manny and Slanka's defenses are in place, and they can always save the day.

   But they can't stand it all the time.

   Now the key issue is the midfield.

   Hoffenheim had to find a rhythm in midfield.

   "Press for it!!"

   Haber gritted his teeth and shouted directly.

  Others followed immediately.

   Hoffenheim's sudden acceleration of the pressing, and this pressing is covering the entire pitch.

   No matter where the ball goes, it will face the siege of Hoffenheim. For a time, Barcelona played extremely difficult.

   But the experienced Ferdinando shouted: "Hold on, they can't last long!"

  Ferdinando's judgment is correct, this kind of high-level pressing is extremely physical.

   Hoffenheim couldn't keep it up for long, but even that caused them great trouble and managed to pull off a tackle.

   "Damn!"

   Ferdinando scolded secretly, and immediately rushed forward to fight back.

   But Ranier seems to have eyes behind his back and passes the ball directly to Alfred.

  Alfred crossed to Habble, Habble passed to Leo.

  Leo returned Hapur again.

   For a time, the situation of the two sides was reversed, Hoffenheim became the rhythm controller, while Barcelona had to constantly press and destroy the rhythm.

Seeing this, the German commentator's eyes twinkled and said: "Wonderful! Very exciting! Although neither team scored a goal, their offense and defense transition speed was simply too fast, but the most surprising thing was that A rhythm battle between the two teams around the midfield!"

   "Habble, Ranier and Alfred, these three young players are challenging the older generation of top midfielders in their own way."

   "Whether the older generation can guard the honor, or whether these teenagers succeed in the challenge, let's wait and see!"

  The situation in the arena is extremely stalemate.

  The two sides continued to clash around the midfield, and the clash between Habour, Ranier, Alfred, Fernando, Xavi Alonso and Eastvia was even more exciting.

   It can be seen that the breathing of the six players has begun to be obviously rapid.

   Even though the game was only about 20 minutes into the game, it felt like they played the entire first half.

   "The left, the left flank is their main attack point!"

  Fernando shouted and ordered his teammates to block together.

  Habble was forced to return the ball.

  Haber turned his head and glanced at Fernando angrily.

  Old guy, what are you doing with such a keen sense of smell!

   In addition to a little depression, Haber felt a little excited.

   This feeling of constantly seeing tricks and dismantling tricks is really good.

   This is the pressure that a top midfielder will give him.

   And under this pressure, he is bound to grow.

  Habble licked the corner of his mouth, watching the ball pass back and forth between Alfred and the back line area, he thought for a moment and leaned towards the left.

   Seeing Habour's choice, Alfred also did not choose to pass back, but moved towards the left wing, echoing Piani.

   The two passed several times, and Piani suddenly sent the ball along the touchline.

  Alfred inserted diagonally and gently rubbed the ball before the opponent made a steal.

  The ball falls to Habble in the opponent's rib area.

   At this time, Habble was leaning against the opponent's goal, his eyes fixed on the falling ball.

   At the same time, Leo, Ranier, and Varim all chose to plug in at high speed.

   Just as Ferdinando was about to shout, he suddenly saw the forward insertion trend of the three lines, and could not help but curse in his heart,

   "Restrict them!"

   He knows he can't stop Habble, so limit his passing spots.

   But Haber clearly heard the opponent's cry, but he still made a long pass.

  Haber's eyes were bright, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  Not three offensive lines!

   but four!

boom! ! !

  The ball was pulled out fiercely, drawing an oblique arc along the air.

   This pass is wide and spans the pitch, from left to right.

   And there, Roquel made the first move, and moved forward at high speed.

   Seeing this scene, Ferdinando's eyes widened.

   And in the entire Dome stadium, the fans of Hoffenheim also got up.

  Everyone stared at Roquel with wide eyes.

   They saw Roquel running fast, and when he ran to the position, they turned their heads to determine where the ball would land and made some adjustments.

   Raise your thighs, gently cushion, and the ball will fall obediently to the position in front of you.

   And during the whole process, Roquel basically did not slow down.

   "World-Class Stopping!!"

  The German commentator slapped the table excitedly: "Is this ball available?!"

  Roquel has already entered the penalty area, and there are also three opposing defenders closest to him, which can't stop him at all.

  Roquel went to the meeting alone.

  He looked up at the opponent's goalkeeper, adjusted a little, and pushed the ball with the arch of his right foot.

  The ball went under the Barcelona goalkeeper's armpit.

   In the next second, he touched the white net and trembled slightly.

   Seeing the ball in the net, Roquel turned his head and ran to the corner, excited he came to a long rail.

   In the scene, the roar of the commentator Polly followed closely.

   "Goooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!!"

   "Goal!! Goal!! Goal!! Goal!! Goal!! Goal!! Goal!! Goal!! Goal!! Goal!!"

   "Sergio Roquel! In the 31st minute of the first half, he scored for us with a wonderful run."

   "Hoffenheim leads Barcelona 1:0!!! Hahahahaha!! Cheers, guys!!!"

   Two more are here! !

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