Joaquin Vela saw Juan Ramirez's long shot blocked by Albertazzi.
Everyone stomped their feet in regret.
He is well aware of Ramirez's long-range shooting ability. Although the captain rarely shoots, it definitely does not mean that he will not score.
He actually has a very good long-range scoring ability.
He never shot in this game, maybe because he wanted to catch Albertazzi off guard.
I hope I can kill him with one hit.
But he didn't expect Albertazzi to save the ball.
The captain's shot was of high quality, but Albertazzi's saves were of even higher quality.
Seeing this scene, Joaquin Bella couldn't help but miss Julai.
He thought to himself, how wonderful it would be if Hulay was a Spaniard.
Why do we need a captain to score?
Before playing for Madrid Pirates, he was completely unaware that the Spanish national team would have a weak striker problem.
Joaquin Vela didn't lament for too long on the sidelines before he was called back by the assistant coach.
He's going to come on as a substitute.
But as he was about to come on as a substitute, his mood was not very high.
He really wanted to say this to head coach Kili Borja:
"Why did you replace me? You replaced the striker! What we need now is a goal, a goal!"
But he didn't dare, and in the end he just buried these words in his heart.
Borja is giving Joaquín Vela tasks after his debut.
"After you go up and replace Rosas, you need to get closer to Italy's penalty area and shoot decisively when you have the opportunity."
Bella listened silently, but felt a sense of despair in her heart.
Judging from the head coach's arrangements and adjustments, he has absolutely no hope of scoring a goal.
Because the head coach actually asked me to go up and score a goal, but I am just a mediocre midfielder in all aspects!
I'm not good at scoring, and I don't have exquisite shooting skills. In terms of long-range shooting, I'm not even as good as the captain. How can I shoulder the important task of scoring for the team?
Joaquin Vela saw in himself the coach's "death struggle."
He didn't feel that his appearance could change anything.
But he can only follow the instructions of the head coach.
After arranging his tasks, head coach Borja patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, Joaquin. Go all out, strive for victory, and maximize your characteristics. The rest will be left to you."
God."
Joaquín Bella said nothing, but nodded to show that he understood.
He has nothing to respond to the head coach.
He felt that the head coach had only one sentence that was right, and that was the last sentence:
Leave it to God.
Just leave it to God
Apart from leaving it to God, Joaquin Vela didn't know how else to let the Spanish team win this game.
***
"Borja actually replaced Joaquín Vela? What did he think?"
In front of the TV, Jay Adams and Pete Williams asked the same question.
"Is Joaquin Vela good at scoring? Or is he a good shot?
After they looked at each other, they were still confused.
What is Borja doing?
Want to fight for your life?
People fight for their lives by switching to a forward and blasting hard.
Is the Spanish national team trying to replace itself with a balanced midfielder?
How about playing pass and control?
Not only the England players in front of the TV were puzzled by Borja's choice, but the TV commentator was also surprised:
"Borja's substitution is somewhat incomprehensible. What does he want to do? Enhance midfield control? But the problem is that Italy has retreated to the penalty area and they no longer want the midfielder.
Well, what's the point of controlling the midfield?"
The television broadcast cut to a close-up of Spanish national team coach Kily Borja.
He stood on the sidelines expressionless.
Through this close-up shot, no one can tell what Borja is thinking.
The commentator continued to criticize the head coach of the Spanish national team: "Borja's persistence in passing and controlling seems to be a bit too much. Yes, the most glorious results in the history of the Spanish national team were achieved under his hands by using the ball.
But the problem is that now the Spanish national team seems to only have the ball. No matter what problems they encounter, they can only solve it by controlling the ball, or trying to solve it by controlling the ball. This is definitely not a good thing. Spain four years ago
The national team has a striker like Cerrados, but now they can't even find a player who can score goals. How sad!"
When the commentator said this, the TV broadcast also clearly showed a close-up shot of the rostrum.
In the lens is Alexandra Cerrados, the top contributor to the Spanish national team's victory in the last World Cup.
In this World Cup, Cerrados fully realized what is meant by "I am no longer in the world, but there is still a legend about me in the world."
After Spain lost to the Chinese team in the first game, countless Spanish fans and media dug up the "old score" of Cerrados' retirement a year ago, believing that it was Cerrados' retirement that led to Spain's current weak striker.
If Cerrados can play for one more year and reach this World Cup, how come Spain can't even win against the Chinese team?
This complaint eventually evolved into censure against the King of Madrid.
Everyone believes that it was the King of Madrid's unwillingness to renew Cerrados' contract that forced Cerrados to retire, thus affecting the Spanish team's performance in the World Cup.
After all, it's all the King of Madrid's fault!
In such a storm of public opinion, Cerrados could only defend the king, saying that he believed in his teammates in the Spanish team and believed that without him, they would still be a very competitive team. The team is currently struggling to score and
It has nothing to do with my own retirement, I just lack some luck.
***
Juan Ramirez tried another long-range shot, but this time he couldn't even threaten the goal guarded by Albertazzi, who didn't make a save at all.
Of course, before he shot this time, he was closely defended by Italian defensive midfielder Giuseppe Vicari, causing his long-range shot to miss.
This made Ramirez feel that he should be closer to the Italian team's goal.
And Joaquin Vela's appearance liberated him.
He doesn't have to stay in the defensive midfield position like before, but can be relatively more flexible.
He bet that the Italians would never think he would do this.
After all, it is very rare for him to even take a shot, let alone dribble the ball straight into the Huanglong.
But Ramirez also knows very well that he actually only has one chance. Once the opponent is wary of him, it will be difficult to succeed.
He is not the type of player who can dribble past several people and then put the ball into the goal.
Ramirez once again got the ball at the front of the Italian penalty area. He made a move to pass the ball to Campuzano, which deceived Marco Rossini, who was guarding him, to move a step in that direction.
It was this step that made way for Ramirez.
Ramirez knew that the opportunity was too good to miss, so he immediately dunked the football into the Italian penalty area with his right foot. At the same time, others also followed suit and cut in!
His move greatly exceeded the expectations of the Italian defenders.
They did not come up to block Ramirez immediately! "Ramirez! Beautiful! He went in!"
The Spanish fans in the stands collectively burst into huge cheers, cheering for Ramirez, and it was also a kind of prayer!
They prayed that Spain could pull a goal back.
Although even a draw cannot allow the Spanish team to win
Get the right to qualify for the group.
Only victory will do.
But victory must start with equalizing the score!
Amidst the deafening cheers, Juan Ramirez broke into the Italian penalty area!
Italy's goalkeeper Albertazzi quickly moved closer to try to block Ramirez's shot angle.
At the same time, Italy's central defender Petro Nazari also strode towards Ramirez.
Although their reaction was quick enough, Ramirez still had the upper hand. As long as he caught up with the football, he would get a chance to start calmly.
But the scene that Spanish fans expected did not appear.
When Ramirez struggled to chase the football, he felt a sudden feeling of weakness coming from his right knee.
When he stepped out with his right leg, he was supposed to support his body. But this time, his right leg failed to support it. Just as his right foot touched the ground and before he had time to step on it, his body
Just lost balance!
Ramirez realized that there was something wrong with his right knee, which had been injured before and had not fully recovered, at a critical moment.
But he did not give up. He originally planned to use his right leg to support his body and then use his left foot to shoot.
Now he can only use his left leg to support his body first, so as not to lose his balance at this critical moment.
But his efforts were of no help. They only delayed the time of losing balance, but could not change this fact.
His left foot supported his body, preventing him from falling to the ground immediately, but still pushing his body further to the edge of complete loss of control.
His efforts to open his arms to maintain balance even looked a bit comical - as if he were a fish trying to swim in the air.
But in fact he couldn't change anything.
When his right foot stepped on the turf again, he even used his hands to help fix his right knee to support his body, but this time his right knee seemed to be broken, completely losing all strength.
His body could no longer maintain balance, and he swooped down to the ground.
Like a bomber with an engine hit. "Ramirez! Oh my God!"
Amid the exclamations of commentator Sanchez, Ramirez's upper body was the first to touch the turf, and driven by inertia, his body slid forward.
During this process, his eyes never moved away, but stared at the football right in front of him.
That was all his hope.
But now, he can only watch hope slip away from him.
Albertazzi, who had blocked all the near corners, did not make any moves. He just stood at the near corners and watched Ramirez lose his balance and stagger to the ground.
Before Ramirez fell, the uncontrolled football had already rolled out of the bottom line.
The force of inertia eventually disappeared and Juan Ramirez came to a stop near the baseline.
He just lay on the ground, his face covered with stray grass clippings. He raised his head slightly and stared blankly at the football that had hit the billboard and stopped.