"Beautiful job! Guys!" Fang Jue got up from the coach's seat, came to the sidelines, clapped and shouted, and then he slapped with Deisler who had run over to celebrate. Behind him, Sebalus smashed his chest excitedly and roared wildly. Fang Jue turned his head and took a look. Is the old guy going to go crazy?

When I returned to my seat, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It's much easier to lead by one goal. Now they have the initiative. In the knockout round in two rounds, there is indeed an advantage to be away first and then home. For example, now, Ibiza scored a away goal and led the score. The home team is very uncomfortable, and they must push them out to attack!

Of course, judging from the formation of the home team's head coach Alex Garcia, he is going to focus on offense. There is no real defensive player in the entire midfield of the third, fourth and third formation!

It's really fierce!

This is a passionate coach at heart.

Fang Jue glanced at his colleagues in the home team coach's seat and nodded slightly to show his respect.

He likes such a kind of man!

...

On the other side, Alex Garcia waved his hand angrily, and then scolded: "This damn bastard! shit!! liar!!!!"

He is unable to say anything now. Could it be that he told someone that the information he had inquired was wrong and he was deceived by the cunning Chinese?

Who could have thought that this was a chain of plans?

What structure is there in Chinese people’s mind? Can you think of such a sinister trick?

He didn't think about it, would there be any such messy things if he didn't play tricks and acted at his own pace?

This is the only way to play in a relatively low-level league. In the five major leagues, few people play this way. This is because: more standardized and more strict prevention!

Alex Garcia yelled on the sidelines, constantly waving her arms, signaling her team to press forward!

attack!

attack!

Crush the abominable Ibiza with attack!

Alex Garcia has no choice but to do this, and now he is behind in the score, especially the pure attack he has arranged. What else can he do besides pushing out and competing with Ibiza to score goals?

...

"Alex Garcia's team showed strong offensive desire and courage. Obviously, their tactic is to defeat Ibiza with attacks. They almost ignore defense. Is this a game determined the outcome?" commentator Dolores also expressed his respect to the head coach of Bontevedra. In the case of home first and then away, home coaches rarely have such a good temperament.

Bontevedra's players faithfully executed the coach's intentions, trying to put pressure on Ibiza's goal.

but……

Bontevedra forward Alexander Alves controlled the football in the front and was immediately forced by Ibiza defender Lorent, so he could only pass back to Juan Navarro Benetto.

Benetto stopped the ball, and immediately an Ibiza player came up and followed.

Benetto leaned on the defender and pulled the ball around, but couldn't find any gaps to pass the ball forward.

Fang on the coach's seat smiled with emotion. Ibiza's current defensive ability and fighting strength obviously made the opponent's players very uncomfortable.

In desperation, Benetto chose to pass back, but Digneto suddenly came up to grab it, which scared Benetto. He hurriedly made a little less powerful return. Clement, who had been eyeing him, directly slipped the ball.

"Beautiful shovel and keep the ball!"

He shoveled the football in front of him, held the ground with one hand, swept his feet, and swept the football to Fabiansky who came to pick him up.

Fabiansky passed the football to Deisler on the right.

Seeing Desler get the ball, Bontevedra's players immediately felt like they were facing a big enemy, and their captain John Juanpei immediately ran up to defend.

...

"pretty!"

Deisler directly pulled the ball and turned around, and suddenly started to speed up. He walked the ball skillfully along the sideline. Then, facing Juanpei who was chasing desperately, Deisler directly knocked the ball to Fareco who came to pick up. After passing the ball, he continued to rush forward. Fareco also wisely passed the ball back to him, two by one!

Esposito learned to be smart this time. He was afraid of being passed, so he didn't dare to get too close. However, Desler swung the ball to the left, tricking Esposito into moving his pace slightly, and immediately poked the ball between Esposito's legs with his foot arch, then quickly turned around and wiped him!

"Wow, Desler is as flexible as a rabbit and is having sex!"

Deisler was fast and caught up with football. At this time, Bontevedra's defense line was in chaos, and the dragged defender Poyatos came to fill the position in panic.

Deisler made a little adjustment and immediately made a shot.

As we all know, Deisler's long-range shooting ability, although Boatus knew that this might be a fake move, he dared not do anything to block it.

Desler took advantage of his leg to prevent the shot and pulled the ball backward, then knocked his left foot lightly, and then flashed from the defender's side.

"The second one! It's over! It's a one-on-one!"

Fang Jue's butt had left his seat. He leaned forward, clenched his fists, and stared at Bontevedra's penalty area.

Bontevedra's goalkeeper Douglas Torrez abandoned the goal and attacked, Desler made a move to suspend the goal, but suddenly passed the ball!

The football was pushed to the left by him, and then people saw Fareco start instantly, getting rid of the entanglement of defender Paracio and jumping forward. Facing the huge empty goal, all Fareco had to do was push...

"Desler made a one-on-one shot! Pass...Farreco, Fareco, Faruike - gooool!! Push easily! The second! Deesler assisted Fareco to score! Two goals! Ibiza: 0 leads Bontevedra!" Dolores stood up from the seat with a microphone.

...

In the visiting team's goal stand, when I saw Desler pass through Esposito, Ibiza's fans were already shouting. When he faced Boatos, assuming that the real pass was made, Ibiza's fans were cheering and celebrating. After Fareco scored the football into the goal, the cheer finally reached its peak.

"Long live Ibiza!!"

The players of Bontevedra's players had no choice. Thanks to their head coach Garcia, their midfield lacked a barrier. After the football was quickly passed to Deisler's feet, they were destined to have almost unavoidable concealment. Facing Deisler with excellent skills and fast speed, their defense was just exhausted. They just watched Deisler break through continuously, stirring up the smoky front of Bontevedra's goal, and then sent the football to the most dangerous place...

Fang Jue jumped up from his seat, cheered, and took the lead with two goals, everything was under control!

Alex Garcia angrily punched the sunshade behind him. Then he felt that the punch was not enough to vent his anger, so he punched another one.

hiss!

It hurts so much!
Chapter completed!