Section 55 The Golden Boy Shines in Monaco (Act 5: Assassin)
As time passed by, Wang Ai began to feel anxious. There were less than twenty minutes left, and there were still three goals left. This was almost a desperate gap, and only Depor could rely on it.
In a team that has endless hopes for ordinary civilian fans, there is still some hope left among this group of players with high professional ethics.
In the 74th minute of the game, Tristan was injured and was replaced by Pandiani.
The tall Rodriguez still followed Wang Ai's side. As time became less and less, Rodriguez's grin became more and more exaggerated.
Depor is still playing 4231, and Scaloni is the "1".
Wang Ai started running, unconsciously running, running everywhere. From the penalty area to the center circle, from the left to the right, it was his range of activities. His running route was a bit strange, making it difficult to understand his intentions.
Ruetta tilted his head slightly on the sidelines. He was also a little confused. Almost half of the runs were completely meaningless.
Even his teammates cast doubtful glances, but Wang Ai ignored them and continued running. Midfielders such as Belleron, Victor, and Silva could not understand Wang Ai's intentions and saw him getting closer and closer to the ball.
It was far away, so I had to temporarily give up his ball release point.
In the silent and calm Depor, no one except the head coach has the habit of yelling. If a teammate suddenly goes off line, just pretend that he is not there and play as he should.
Among all the people, Rodriguez was the only one who didn't notice at all. He was running behind Wang Ai and complaining. He knew that Wang Ai could understand at least one foreign language, so he worked very hard to translate a sentence into four words.
language.
"Tu t "enfuis? Connard!" (Are you going to run away? Bastard!)
"Tienes que huir? Imbécil"
"Are you going to run away? Bastard!"
"Hast du weglaufen? Arschloch."
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"Don't run to the coaching bench, our players' tunnel is diagonally opposite!"
"Poor doctor, this is professional football. Cry, cry loudly, God will forgive you, and I will forgive you, hahaha."
Wang Ai turned a deaf ear and continued to run around, with sudden stops, turns, and accelerations, causing Rodriguez to also run around for a while. The two even ran to the backcourt of Deportivo. Deschamps showed a strange expression on the sidelines.
, scratched his face, then rolled his eyes, ignored these two people, and just treated them as ten against ten.
One actively controls, the other passively follows; one says nothing, and the other chatters endlessly.
One has just appeared for ten minutes, and the other has been fighting for seventy minutes!
Soon, Rodriguez was speechless and gasped fiercely with his mouth wide open. Wang Ai began to lead Rodriguez gradually towards the front court.
At this time, Depor's formation changed. Due to the unexpected "one less person", the attacking formation in the midfield and frontcourt changed from 231 to 221, or it can be said to be 41. Silva fell behind, Victor and Si
Of Carloni's two wings, Belleron became the forward player, playing both attacking midfielder and shadow striker roles, forming a diamond shape, while Pandiani provided support in the center of the forward line.
The "marathon" between Wang Ai and Rodriguez did not attract the attention of both parties, even if Wang Ai returned to the frontcourt. This was because Wang Ai neither ran towards the football nor reached for the ball, and was still in a state of asking for nothing.
"Brownian motion".
Depor planned several attacks, but they were all resolved by the focused Monaco defender.
The time slowly reached the 80th minute, and Wang Ai had dragged Rodriguez running at high speed for six minutes. From behind, Wang Ai could already hear the noise of Rodriguez's lungs and his constant spitting.
This guy is almost done. Wang Ai has regained his focus after running without the ball for a few minutes. For Wang Ai, who is a physical expert, these few minutes are just a relatively sufficient warm-up. All the muscles in his body are full.
Full of strength.
In the 81st minute of the game, midfielder Silva successfully stole the ball and passed straight to the right. Victor, the right winger, got it. Victor hit the bottom line and was intercepted. He passed the ball back to the middle. Belleron took a few steps and then turned around.
The long shot, but unfortunately strength has never been his strong point, was blocked by Squillac with his legs stretched out. The football bounced very high and landed in front of Plath. Plath was carrying Scaloni behind him while lightly shooting
Remove the ball.
While controlling the football, I looked at my teammates and saw a guy in a red and white jersey running towards me with his mouth wide open and waving his hands. I was very happy because my teammates had a very positive attitude.
Plath pushed with the arch of her foot...huh? Where's the ball?
When he turned around again, a little man ran past him like a whirlwind with the ball and went straight to the goal.
Plath had just exhausted a lot in the confrontation with Scaloni, so looking at the figure running hard at this time, he could only stretch out his hand in vain and grab a handful in mid-air.
Then he stared at the unexpected threat with his eyes wide open. Wang Ai ran into the penalty area. Faced with the blockage of three players, he did not make too many moves, but directly took a shot. He was looking for two players.
The gap in the middle.
The football obediently passed through the defense line, and the goalkeeper Roma pounced subconsciously. The football rubbed against his glove, and then hit the crossbar with a muffled "bang". After falling again, Roma was tightly pressing him down.
Wang Ai rubbed his face and ran back without any expression.
Until this point, Plath had no time to catch Rodriguez. Didn't he ask you to mark him man-to-man? How did you do it?
Rodriguez didn't recover at all, and couldn't speak fully. He could only speak out word by word, and added gestures to barely understand.
It turned out that Wang Ai was running to the right, and when his running route was about to overlap with Scaloni, he suddenly accelerated, threw away the unprepared Rodriguez, passed behind Scaloni, and unloaded on Plas.
When the football player was about to pass the ball, he suddenly ran out and successfully intercepted the ball.
Before Plas could react, Rodriguez, who was grabbed by the arm, threw away his teammates and continued to chase Wang Ai.
It's so scary! If he scores this goal again, Deschamps won't let me go.
At this time, Rodriguez, who was puzzled by Wang Ai's sudden acceleration just now, gradually woke up. However, it was too late. Deschamps could not arrange for another person to replace him, so he could only grit his teeth and persist.
Already.
Roma held down the football and felt happy in his heart. Although the opponent's goalkeeper was performing "Les Misérables", how good was he? It was either "Macbeth" or "Hamlet"!
Did the opponent withdraw? Roma raised his head, and sure enough, the opponent's forward had already withdrawn from the penalty area. He stood up and threw it to Jiwei, who was also very happy. Jiwei turned around and wanted to pass the ball straight to the midfielder.
Nardi. Unfortunately, the power of this ball was a bit weak, and Bernardi didn't pay much attention to it, just waiting for the ball to arrive.
But at this moment, Wang Ai, who was spinning around with Rodriguez beside the two of them, suddenly came over and rushed the football before Bernardi started. Jiwei, Bernardi plus Rodrigues
Si realized something was wrong and chased Wang Ai from three directions.
Without waiting for the three to approach, nor for Evra on the other side to step forward, Wang Ai grabbed the ball and hit the goal.
This change happened in just one or two seconds. Roma had just finished throwing the ball to his teammates and walked to the goal line. When he turned around and came back, he found that the guy who had just shocked him was falling in mid-air. Look at this posture.
