Chapter four hundred and fortieth the anxiety of the top of Europe
"Oh, damn, depending on the situation, it will be difficult for us to defeat Barcelona. Their offensive is also very fierce! Roy! Have another drink!"
"Goal, where's the goal!"
"God, the situation is so tense, my heart feels a little uncomfortable."
"Score one, then score Ronnie! You must score earlier than the British guy!"
"Wow, it's really a high-quality game. Both sides have completely launched their own offensive routines. It all depends on whether they can overwhelm their opponents."
"Beautiful, this is the level that both sides should have, a collision between two teams with the best offense."
"Barcelona did not succumb to Arsenal's offense. On the contrary, their frontcourt offensive combination prevented Arsenal from pressing forward at will. This is Barcelona's good defense."
"It's really great. It's like two whirlwinds blowing by. It's eye-catching. Whether it's Barcelona or Arsenal, they showed convincing offensive talent. The championship may not only belong to the team with the best defense."
, maybe the team with the stronger offense wins."
"There's no stagnation, there's no stagnation, it's like two high-speed machines, huh, huh, the two teams are so in tune."
"They are like twin brothers. They play very similar. This is a duel between the two best offensive teams in the world. There is no doubt that this is the most gorgeous duel in the history of the Champions League final!"
"There's nothing better than a game like this. It's wonderful. Thank God for having two of the best teams in the world in the final. It's indispensable. I can't imagine if one of them is missing."
What a loss that would have been. Fortunately, this didn't happen. It's great!"
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The endless confrontations on the field make people addicted. Even the live footage has no time to replay the previous slow motion. Often one round is a wonderful offensive cooperation. Everyone is waiting for the goal to appear. Such a big opening and closing.
In the battle, it depends on who can get the favor of the goddess of victory in the last stage.
Pull, dunk, stuff, pick..., move without the ball, hit the wall to cooperate, pass with one kick..., like a flying butterfly. Freehand like a dragonfly, their offense is smooth and gorgeous, and it flows dizzyingly.
This kind of rapid connection makes people fall deeply into it and cannot extricate themselves.
Whether it is Arsenal or Barcelona players, they are trying their best to complete every offensive combination. They are fully focused and devoted, not only on offense. But also on defense. Once the defense is in place, they immediately invest in the offense.
, this is the case in almost every round, which makes people feel that there is no stagnation in the game, and the fit is amazing. No wonder the 'professionals' are hooked.
They were enjoying themselves, but Wenger could no longer sit quietly on the coaching bench, rubbing his hands together, looking a little anxious as he watched the situation change on the field. This Barcelona team is the most offensive opponent he has ever encountered, although
.The two teams are evenly matched on the field, but this balance is extremely dangerous because Arsenal is absolutely sure to prevent the opponent from scoring.
Rijkaard felt the same way. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and paced uneasily on the sidelines. The changing situation made him unable to calm down. There was nothing anyone could do, and the situation where anyone could kill the other was even more frustrating.
People's nerves are tense, and the eagerness to score goals is several times greater than in ordinary games. From the nature of the game to the situation on the field, this is definitely a fight to the death.
"Ceske" "Harvey"
Both Wenger and Rijkaard understand that the current duel looks extremely fast, but if it fails to suppress the scene, then the offense is like two people walking on a tightrope. In the end, there will always be one person.
It was about to fall first, but coincidentally, taking advantage of a sideline ball, the two men each called their midfielder to the sidelines and made arrangements for the final stage of the first half.
"Huh, obviously, there is too much content in this game, and it is beyond the expectations of the two head coaches. Maybe they didn't arrange as much as they could before the game."
"There is no doubt that the trend of the game will change at the end of the first half, and it will safely enter the second half or what the two coaches want."
"It's a pity that the first half is about to enter the final five minutes. The nerves of the players on both sides have also reached the most tense stage. How will these last few minutes change?"
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The anxious situation continued to unfold, and the time quickly entered the last five minutes of the first half. Neither side was able to take advantage of this wave of attacks to score, while Wenger and Rijkaard sent Cesc Fabregas and Xavi respectively.
The intention of calling each other to the sidelines was also obvious.
The two teams, which fought fiercely for more than ten minutes, finally settled down a little, and seemed to have a tacit understanding that slowed down the pace of the game. Fabregas and Xavi respectively controlled the rhythm of their teams and pursued higher ball control.
Rate, Wenger and Rijkaard thought of going together again.
Just because the two head coaches thought about it, the confrontation on the field suddenly intensified, because there is only one right to the ball. If it’s not mine, it’s yours. There is no other choice. No one will let the other side take the ball calmly and advance step by step.
Let the opponent cannibalize itself, press, and press constantly. The final moments of the game set off a confrontation between you and me.
"Foul, this is a foul action."
"Damn it, he pulled someone, you should have whistled for it."
"Didn't you see the hug?"
"Fuck!"
"idiota!"...
In just three minutes, the players of Barcelona and Arsenal gave up their previous flowing movements and replaced them with step-by-step interceptions and mountain-like interceptions. They would never let any player of the other team make an action easily.
Pressing and pulling, as if they had made an appointment, it suddenly changed from a gorgeous showdown between rich men and handsome men to a fight between losers, which was extremely brutal.
Obviously Hauge has not woken up from the slightest hint of penalty standards between the two teams just now. He wants to continue to be invisible if they let them play.
He wanted to be invisible, but there was one person who really didn't want to - Xiao Ge, this guy with the title of 'Terminator', towards the end, his fangs became more and more ferocious, and countless of them fell into a 'pool of blood'
The opponent is the best proof.
Barcelona's defensive intensity has increased, with full attack and full defense, allowing them to maintain a sense of pressure on their opponents, while the Arsenal players did not dare to fight without sparing any effort. On the one hand, the high intensity just now consumed a lot of the Arsenal players.
The energy, on the other hand, is Arsenal's physical fitness, which is one of the reasons why Wenger suddenly resigned. They must save their energy for the second half.
Barcelona's pressing defense is very effective, and Arsenal's defense, which is not fully committed to the attack, also makes their defense effective, but there is one exception, Xiao Ge, the player who is always ready to hunt.
For Xiao Ge, the intensity of the game is always the same. Since he defeated Chelsea and Newcastle United at the beginning of the season, Xiao Ge has always faced high-intensity defenses. As the season progresses, he has become the opponent's best defender.
The key target, and most of the time, still faces England's traditional rough defense, so Barcelona's pressing defense is nothing to Xiao Ge.
He is accumulating energy. He wants to make Barcelona's players feel wrong so that he can hit the target with a fatal blow. In the end, the opponent's energy becomes more and more dispersed.
"Xiao, Xiao took the ball to the right and broke through. Oh, what's going on? He dunked to the outside again?!"
"There was a chance on the left side, but Thierry was slow to come in. He should have stayed in the frontcourt before."
"Oh, what's going on? Barcelona should start running, organizing in the midfield again like before?! Hey, Ronnie should start running! He plays in Eto'o's position."
"Eto'o, where is Eto'o? God, where did Barcelona's high-speed counterattack go? No matter how slow Campbell is, no matter how fast Eto'o is, there is a gap of more than ten meters, how can they catch up."
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Eto'o felt that he had a sense of accomplishment in the first half. Not only did he create a penalty kick, but his defense against Xiao was also very successful. In several physical confrontations, he did not let Xiao take advantage, although he used the help of his teammates.
Helping, but being able to turn him off, Eto'o also feels satisfied, and his dissatisfaction with Rijkaard suddenly withdrawing himself to the left for defense has subsided a lot.
There was a "pop" sound.
The opponent's weak right back was still the same. Without taking two steps, he handed the ball to the self-righteous guy in front of him. Eto'o couldn't help but want to complain, but he still didn't forget his mission:
Keep an eye on the connection between Eboue and Xiao Ge, and immediately attack Xiao Ge to prevent him from starting. Eto'o quickly approached Xiao Ge, but unfortunately before he could get close to Xiao Ge, he heard the crisp sound in his ears.
It's time to exert force! Xiao Ge took advantage of the situation and followed with a long stride, like a Ferrari sports car starting the engine, buckled his right foot, followed by a pull, dodged Eto'o who was coming to press, and galloped past him.
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Eto'o was careless and failed to delay Xiao Ge's start immediately, making Xiao Ge's first step too smooth. When Xiao Ge rushed up, his body could not keep up, and he completely failed to perform his defensive task.
"Damn it, hurry up, hurry up, don't let him get up!"
The moment Xiao Ge took the ball from the backcourt and rushed up, Rijkaard immediately shouted to the people on the court, familiar with the scene. This time it was the turn of Barcelona's head coach. The entire Barcelona defense line really moved after hearing "Xiao".
They had seen that crazy 'Terminator' killing blow in the video countless times.
"Coming, coming!!!"
"bring it on!!!"
"Xiao rushes up!!!"
"Goal, goal, we want to score!!!"
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When Xiao Ge once again sprinted at a speed of 100 meters, the entire Stade de France instantly went crazy. In the wide-open eyes of Xiao Ge's fans, the word 'crazy' could clearly be seen.
It's like a cannonball was injected into the calm lake water, exploding the tranquility of the stands. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest
