The game entered the last ten minutes, but things started to change again. First, Chelsea used a corner kick to get a comfortable opportunity in the Manchester City penalty area to widen the score again. Then in stoppage time, Wang Ai took the ball from the outside and made a breakthrough. Finally, in
From a small angle in front of the goal, Cech penetrated the gap between Cech and the goal post with a half-high ball that neither his legs nor his hands could use, and once again tied the score...
At the press conference after the game, the Portuguese finally couldn't help it: "You saw, my student's appearance changed the direction of the game. He is really... Fortunately, my current students also performed well and got one point in the away game.
I am very satisfied."
When he saw the live press conference, Wang Ai had already returned home and was sitting tiredly in the living room eating supper. There was no need to train tonight, it was already past 11 o'clock.
"Guess, what was his unspoken word?" Shi Wenjun held his chin and sat across from Wang Ai, his eyes moving.
"What else could it be? From what I understand, it's probably a son of a bitch." Wang Ai rolled his eyes, took a piece of beef brisket, cut it open and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Why aren't you happy riding the savior alone again? Isn't it just moments like this that help you quietly establish your leadership status time and time again?" Shi Wenjun asked doubtfully.
Wang Ai shook his head: "If Manchester City continues like this, I'm afraid they won't be able to go far... Forget it, the focus this year is the World Cup anyway, and it will be their turn next year. By then it's almost time for me to leave."
Shi Wenjun understood what was behind him, but not what was in front. Wang Ai lowered his head and ate for a while before explaining: "Manchester City's style of play now is basically the Spanish style of passing and controlling, which is popular all over the world, as well as Silva and the coach.
But this style of play is not invincible, and there are times when it hits a wall. Jose's Chelsea is just like that, not to mention the specialist. If Barcelona is the strongest in this style of play, they can still rely on the strength of those three people to persevere and fight hard.
In the past, most teams didn't have this ability, and being restrained meant being restrained."
"What should we do?"
"Let's change the way we play, even if it's just a partial change."
"Shall I change you?"
Wang Ai was speechless and glanced at Xiaomei. Seeing that she was smiling deliberately to make herself happy, she felt warm in her heart: "It's normal for our weak version of Barcelona to be restrained by the original version of Chelsea. Their defense is too tight. How can you take advantage of it?"
It’s no use, because when you are far away, you are as immovable as a mountain, but when you are close, you are agile and flexible. At this time, you need a battering ram to break up the opponent’s defense line, and everyone will make a fuss around him, so that both the inside and outside will be alive.”
"Is this how you play after you come on the field?"
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded, and then slurred while eating: "But everyone didn't realize it, so they still moved forward according to their habits... Alas, the two souls of our team, Yaya Toure and Kompany
They were all in the back, and they didn’t know much about offensive tactics, so they couldn’t make any adjustments on the pitch, and they couldn’t understand my intentions. They kept giving me ground balls. I’m such a big guy, and I also have a unique header.
.If this style of play remains unchanged, our opponents will sooner or later find our weaknesses, and we will be in the top 16 of the Champions League in ten days."
"Top 16? Who are they?"
Wang Ai paused, expressionless: "Barcelona."
"Oh, no wonder." Xiaomei suddenly realized.
After being silent for a while, Wang Ai still didn't complain: "I don't know what's going on. It's probably because Mansour is too tolerant and gives him a lot of money, so these guys lack a sense of tension and always look the same.
"That's almost enough. We are always making team history now, what's wrong with it?" After that, I met a Chilean who was not as strict as Wenger. Hey, Wenger was so strict. This is all a joke. What's the result?
Okay, add softness to the softness, widen the width, and finally managed to get rid of the more powerful Mancini."
Xiaomei chuckled. In her impression, men rarely complained about their teammates. In fact, Heynckes' Bayern, Phoenix's Inter Milan and even Mourinho's Chelsea all had tactical dissatisfaction with Wang Ai.
, but he can adapt, or tolerate, to meet Wang Ai's personal and collective performance needs. He does not speak, express his position, or object. But now? Manchester City has shown the potential of a master of abuse. This
But there was a structural conflict with the strength, positioning and pursuit of the top three at that time.
Although Xiaomei had already thought about it clearly, she did not interrupt but meekly appreciated the man's eloquence.
"If you are not good enough as a center, you want to be a midfielder, and if you are not good enough as a center, you want to be a shadow forward. If ordinary opponents can win with hard power, but if they are evenly matched, isn't it nonsense? If the personnel cannot show their strongest strength, then this is
Waiting to lose!" Wang Ai was feeling very depressed in this game and couldn't hide it now: "It's not that Aguero can't advance forward, but it's just that the assassin can't be the vanguard. Look at Messi, who is known as the striker.
, but when are you not hiding in the second line? This is the correct use of a small man. If your body is not good, you have to have space. If you really want to go forward, you can, but you have to have a big man to take turns with you.
Don’t let people see through you, otherwise if you insist on playing center, you will still be the only one, then tactically you are only half a center, because you are not tall enough, not physically strong enough, and you cannot header the ball!”
"The two of them don't know what's going on." Wang Ai leaned back on the chair in the restaurant after eating: "Originally, charging in rotation could make up for their shortcomings, but one doesn't like to come out and the other doesn't like to go in.
In the end, we only had one center who was 1.73 meters tall, which was incredible."
"Why don't you talk to everyone? Or give some instructions on the spot?" Xiaomei said with a smile: "With your prestige, it should be okay, right?"
Wang Ai hesitated and shook his head: "Why should I? I am not an old fan who can be the captain of the Crystal Palace. My relationship with everyone has always been friendly and neutral, neither far nor close. Otherwise, I have been through so many professional teams.
Why haven’t I ever been a captain with my abilities?”
Xiaomei wanted to say something else, but Wang Ai shook his head and stood up: "Forget it, go upstairs and play for a while, forget it. For a team that lacks tension, no matter how hard I try, it will be in vain. The coach can't even see this problem."
He deserves not to win the Champions League."
Xiaomei stood up obediently: "Wait a minute, I'll clean up."
After a while, the two of them went upstairs hand in hand. Xiaomei also advised: "The engineer is also a world-famous coach. There is no reason why he can't see it. Besides, not everyone in football is sophisticated, and ordinary people still make up the majority. You also said it, Manchester City
My strength is still enough, and with you here, I think I still have a chance to win the Champions League."
Wang Ai shook his head: "No matter, play with me on the computer for a while."
"Ah?" Xiaomei was surprised, and then her face turned red.
Wang Ai blinked: "What are you thinking? Pervert! You asked me to exercise vigorously just after I finished eating, and you planned to break my intestines."
