Iron Man on the pitch

"Are you going to win the championship?"

Such emotions appear on the face of every Portuguese player and cannot be concealed no matter what.

At this time, no one will think of rumors about the champagne at halftime, which is really too disgrace.

Players with dissatisfaction, such as Nani, have already danced in the locker room.

Joao Moutinho, players who consume too much energy, sit in their own position and sing happily to echo.

Ronaldo looked at his happy teammates and was silly happy. Li Ling took a towel to wipe the sweat from his body.

After all, no one has any experience and doesn’t know how to deal with the current situation. They can only vent their happiness based on their instincts.

It took them a long time to make a fuss that Paul Bento finally spoke out.

"Young guys, you are so energetic. I think you must have enough physical strength to execute the tactics in the second half, right?"

"Uh...haha." Nani scratched her head and sat back in her seat awkwardly.

"I understand your mood, but in fact, I feel the same as you. I am so excited that I have nowhere to rest. But..." Paul Bento changed his mind, "The game is still 45 minutes, on the football field. Everything is possible.”

"Hey, Paul, I remember you didn't have that temper when you played football." A somewhat strange but familiar voice came from the door of the locker room.

"Oh! Figo!" Ronaldo's eyes suddenly lit up, and the former elder brother came to visit the set, making him very happy.

"Excellent performance, Chris." Figo hugged Ronaldo enthusiastically, then came to the side and reached out to Li Ling, "Hey, boy, don't you welcome me?"

"How could it be?" Li Ling smiled and stretched out his hand, held it tightly with Figo, and then pulled it up by him.

"I'm really glad someone in the Football Association found me and asked me to help convince you to join Portugal. I didn't expect you to do something that I dare to think about in my dreams." Figo tightly He hugged Li Ling.

"Where is it all that we can work together to get to where we are today."

Figo pounded Li Ling's chest: "Don't be so polite. Everyone knows how much effort the team can make it to this day."

"A genius like you, no matter which football power you join, has a great probability of helping them win the World Cup. It is something we should be happy about to be able to get your joining."

"Haha, I'm going to win, too." Li Ling scratched his head, "I hope to carve my name in the most eye-catching place on the trophy, so even if it's possible, I won't consider England, Germany, France and other countries like England, Germany, and France. of."

"Look, this is Li Ling's truest idea, haha." Figo looked at Ronaldo and teased Li Ling.

"Ahem, okay." Figo coughed heavily and looked at the other players in the locker room.

"Although I am your senior, you are farther away from me in the World Cup competition." Figo smiled self-deprecatingly, "As a failed man, my game experience is really worth teaching you nothing to me about. Yes, I can only cheer you on.”

"There are still the last 45 minutes of the game. It is not easy to hold the final victory. Come on, boys! After the game is won, we have time to cheer and celebrate!"

"Okay!" "Come on!"

"Okay, it's time for me to arrange the tactics." Paul Bento saw that the players' emotions stabilized, so he appeared with the tactical board.

The players listened quietly.

"Deco, I'm very sorry. The current situation is a bit unexpected. We will strengthen our defense in the second half, so you should not be able to play." Paul Bento looked at Deco first.

"I can understand." Realizing that his defensive ability could not help the team, Deco agreed to Paul Bento's arrangement despite his unwillingness.

"Pedro Mendez and Thiago, you two start warming up in the second half and be prepared to play."

"yes!"

"Mutinho and Merreles, how long can you last in the second half? Don't force it."

"Keep the intensity of the first half, I can play for about 25 minutes." Joao Moutinho's voice was a little weak.

"If I count this way, I can play for 20 minutes." Raul Merelles's expression was helpless.

"Well, yes, don't be reserved in the second half, release yourself as much as possible. If necessary, you can get a yellow card to interrupt the Spanish team's offense."

"Wait, coach, I think it is necessary to strictly estimate their game time." Li Ling put forward different opinions.

"What do you mean?" Li Ling interrupted.Paul Bento was not dissatisfied with any dissatisfaction, but humbly listened to Li Ling's advice.

"In the second half, Spain will definitely increase its offense. The pressure on them will be greater and their physical fitness will be consumed faster. I think it can be replaced 5 minutes in advance."

"Well, it's not bad, I should think so." Paul Bento nodded, then looked at Ronaldo and Li Ling, "You two have no problem with their physical fitness, right?"

"I can do it." Ronaldo nodded heavily.

"I'm fine." Li Ling also gave a positive answer.

"Coach, don't you ask me." Nani raised her hand and tried to get everyone's attention.

"Go to yours. You were just taking the lead in dancing. You said you had no strength?" Paul Bento glared, "When the game is over, I must let you run 10 laps around the stadium!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"The second half is about to begin, and the Portuguese team's lineup is still the same, but the Spanish team has made personnel adjustments. Fabregas from Arsenal replaced Xavi Alonso from Real Madrid; using Athletic Bilbao Forward Fernando Llorent replaced Capdvilla. "Duanxuan commented on the midfield adjustments between the two sides.

He Wei carefully analyzed the significance of the substitution of the Spanish team: "It seems that the Spanish team is preparing to give it a try. Fabregas can provide more forward attacks than Xavi Alonso; he is 194cm tall Fernando Llorente can serve as a fulcrum during offense and use his height to pose a threat to the Portuguese goal."

"After left back Capdevila came off the court, Spain switched Jesus Navas to the left back position. It seems that Pedro's fate in the first half had a certain impact on Spain. , so I used this kind of transposition."

"Now, the formation of Spain has become 4-3-3, Fernando Llorente is at the forefront as the center, Iniesta and Villa are on both sides, always in the role of wingers and shadow strikers at any time. Switch; midfielders are Xavi, Busquets and Fabregas, and I hope this combination will have a positive impact on Spain."

The referee then blew the whistle to the start of the second half and the Spanish team kicked off.

This time, Spain changed its slow-paced play in the first half. After a simple three-pass and two passes, Busquets hangs the football into the penalty area, and Fernando Llorent heads the ball, but unfortunately he didn't look for it when he came on the court. At the right angle, the football flew out of the bottom line from afar.

The Spanish team changed their approach and sounded the horn of the offense.