The first half of the game ended quickly, and Flores could no longer laugh.

Claude Pierre smiled faintly and went back to the dressing room.

The smile never disappears, it just moves from their face to mine.

This was not the first time he saw this expression on his opponent's face.

Those so-called tactical masters, or rookie coaches.

Each and every one of them was defeated in front of his team.

If it weren't for Lyon's own lack of strength, he would have touched the Big Ears Cup this season no matter what.

Just like the Monaco he led in the 1999-00 season, all the French giants could only watch their backs to win the championship.

Flores in front of him, although he thought very well, put up a 451 anti-counterattack camp at the Gerland Stadium.

Flores himself probably doesn't even know who the core of Atletico Madrid is.

Having tasted the benefits in Valencia, all his focus is basically on the midfield and frontcourt.

But this veteran coach who was born in 1961, Claude Pierre, knows everything about it.

Back waist!

There is no so-called offensive core in Atletico Madrid's frontcourt, not Thiago, not even Jurado, and neither is Simao!

If Fran is on the court, he may barely become a core player.

But now, Atletico Madrid's core is in the midfield and backcourt.

In Lindy, this young Chinese boy.

Has good speed, long-lasting endurance, and aggressive fighting spirit.

It's like an enhanced version of Vieri's template. This is not the core, but who is the core.

But judging from his performance in the first half, Flores used him completely as a defensive midfielder.

This is the difference between how young commanders and old commanders view people.

Although there is a 4-year age difference between the two, Flores only started his first-team coaching career in 2004.

And veteran coach Claude Pierre has already started winning championships in 1999.

But during halftime.

The face of the old coach Claude Pierre still didn't look very good.

The entire team was trained to perfection by him.

"Those who know it think you are playing Atletico Madrid, and those who don't know think you are playing for Barcelona?"

"What did you do throughout the first half?"

"Are you satisfied? Are you happy with the 1:1 score?"

"I don't want to go to Madrid with this score, who knows what will happen in Calderon!"

"Only victory!"

"Don't you want to go to a bigger stage? Don't you want to go to the Bernabeu for the final?"

The atmosphere in the locker room has gradually been mobilized. The goal they conceded in the first half was a bit lucky.

Throughout the entire half of the game, Atletico Madrid was beaten by them.

By accident, the score became 1:1.

They also gave the opponent a valuable away goal, which made them very unhappy.

Now they can't wait to come out immediately and crush Atletico Madrid into powder.

Claude Pierre nodded with satisfaction and explained several core points.

The main thing is how to contain Atletico Madrid's counterattack.

On the other side, the atmosphere in Atletico Madrid's locker room was even more solemn.

Atletico Madrid, led by Flores, has a good record against weak teams.

When encountering big games, the entire team often becomes very depressed.

Everyone is under great pressure, as if Atletico Madrid is not a powerful team in La Liga.

It is more like a weak team in La Liga, gradually advancing amidst the public opinion that the weak defeat the strong every time.

Over time, when they played against strong teams, they invisibly put themselves under tremendous pressure.

Originally, Flores was about to start spraying again, but faced the silent players.

It seemed like I could feel the frustration in the air.

Yes, there is a kind of depression that creeps in after stress overload.

He glanced at Sandy beside him, and his eyes were also full of worry.

In the knockout rounds of the Champions League, life or death is determined by two battles.

Especially in the last period of the first half, Atletico Madrid was pinned to the ground and rubbed by Lyon.

Even Lindy did nothing because of Tulalang's close guarding.

"Ahem." Flores cleared his throat.

"Don't be so gloomy. It's not us that should be worried, it's Leon." Flores' words stunned everyone.

The boss didn't start spraying today?

Lindy also looked at Flores with curiosity. This was not the impression of him.

"Do you know where the final is held?" Flores began his performance with a smile and a calm expression.

Before the player could answer, he already showed a longing look: "It's the Bernabeu, it's the home ground of our mortal enemy in the same city."

"I wonder if you have ever thought about what it would be like to hold the big ear cup at the Bernabeu?"

"Especially in front of Florentino, wow, this is not a slap in the face, it's just like tying the other person into a shy position, then taking out your whip, and ravaging him to your heart's content."

"Is there anything more exciting than this? Are you going to fall here?"

Everyone began to think, and then everyone showed longing expressions.

Sure enough, at the home of their rivals in the same city, they lifted the coveted trophy.

"Damn, I'm almost having an orgasm just thinking about it!" Jurado was the first to chime in, but the whole room burst into laughter.

All of a sudden, the solemn atmosphere in the entire locker room was swept away.

Flores was quite satisfied with his pie-drawing skills and began his arrangements for the second half.

The core is to free Lindy.

"Lin, are all your muscles fake?" Flores looked at Lindy and spoke calmly.

"Boss, I..."

Before Lindy could continue to speak, his expression changed and he said viciously: "Kill him!"

"Today you only met Tularan, but what about Busquets in the future? What about Gattuso? What about Pirlo? What about Vieira? Do you have to escape every time?"

Lindy looked stern, as if Flores had suddenly stabbed him in a sore spot.

Yes, today it was just Tulalang, which completely restricted him.

So how do you achieve your goals?

This is his second career, if he reaches this point he will stop.

Then, this whole life is really in vain.

Lindi suddenly stood up: "Boss, I understand, in the second half, either he dies or I live!"

Everyone did not realize the mystery at once, and they all expressed encouragement to Lindy.

After all, Atletico Madrid's current core midfielder is Lindy. If he collapses, the game will be over.

The half-time break ended quickly.

"Dear viewers in front of the TV, please put down your mobile phones. The second half of the match between Atletico Madrid and Lyon has already begun."

"The two sides changed sides and played again. Let's take a look at what kind of adjustments the head coaches of both sides made during the halftime break?"

As the whistle sounds to start the game.

Atletico Madrid took the lead to kick off, and it seemed like a normal start, but it hid a very different situation.

As soon as the ball kicked off, Tulalang found Lindy and continued to closely mark the ball.

But he hasn't even taken two steps, and even Lindy hasn't caught the ball yet.

He was roughly thrown away by the opponent's hand because there was no contact with the ball.

It was also just out of the referee's sight. Even if Tulalang stretched out his hand to signal Lindy for a foul, no one would offend him.

Lindy glanced at the other person and seemed to have found a way to deal with him: "Just shout, no one will come to save you even if you shout until your throat is broken, hehe."

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Let's continue at night, I want to take a nap, I'm so sleepy.

Yesterday, some readers said that the writing was not good. I admit that the writing by some brothers was very enjoyable, and I also like to read it.

But there is always an idea in my heart, I want to write it out, and I want to persist in it.

This book already has 275,000 words. Thank you for reading this, thank you!
Chapter completed!