number one striker

Chapter 208
"Ibrahimovic had a good chance! He received the pass at the front of the penalty area! Pedro was running! Oops! Ibrahimovic didn't give it, he held the ball too long and was suffocated by the opponent."

"Pass the ball more." Pedro reached out his hand to signal, he just cut between Maicon and Lucio, if Ibrahimovic can pass the ball, it is also a good opportunity.

Ibrahimovic did not express anything, and this attitude made Pedro very dissatisfied.

"Inter Milan still maintained a defensive posture in the second half, but it can be seen that their aggressiveness has become a lot stronger. Especially Cambiasso and Zanetti. Messi is a bit uncomfortable dealing with these two Argentine compatriots at the same time."

The lack of breakthrough points and Ibrahimovic's lack of cooperation left Barcelona with nothing to do with the ball, but they couldn't find a good offensive line.

On the contrary, Inter Milan's counterattack became more and more handy, which made Angelo feel a little bad.

"Caesar made a breakthrough from the left! He just cut off Alves' pass, and led forward with his own head!"

Busquets came to the defense and wanted to flank Alves back and forth.

As a result, Caesar slammed to the inside and dodged Alves behind him. Busquets turned around and chased after him.

"Caesar breaks through Barcelona's defense! Pass! Eto'o hits the goal!"

Caesar made a direct pass to Eto'o on the opposite side, and the Cameroonian volleyed out of the way, slightly wide of the goal.

"It's okay, come again." Caesar responded to Eto'o's thumb and encouraged him.

Maxwell was in a hurry and wanted a quick attack.He accelerated with the ball on the left and passed it to Ibrahimovic after cooperating with Harvey.Ibrahimovic stepped on the ball with his back and was about to look up when Samuel successfully intercepted the ball from the flank.

"Pass the ball, bro! What are you looking at?!"

Even Keita was complaining this time, and he could see that as long as the ball reached Ibrahimovic's feet, Barcelona's rhythm would definitely slow down.And Inter Milan also made a fairly comprehensive deployment. When Ibrahimovic held the ball, the two central defenders harassed and intercepted the ball.

Ibrahimovic's range of activities is not large, and Inter Milan is equivalent to luring him into the circle, and he has come to catch a turtle in a urn.

Ibrahimovic pushed Samuel annoyed, the Argentine staggered a bit, or passed the ball.

Motta received the ball, turned around and made a long pass behind Barcelona.

Milito carried Puyol and Pique barely into the penalty area, but the moment he shot, the linesman raised the flag.

"Inter Milan's counterattack was offside! But Barcelona should also wake up as soon as possible, their tactics have been completely seen through."

"Don't worry, keep the ball under your feet, we already have an away goal, stabilize the rhythm first." Guardiola said to Alves, the Brazilian full-back hesitated and nodded.

He told his teammates about the coach's tactical arrangement, but Ibrahimovic pouted noncommittally.

Just know how to control, control and control, like a bitch threading a needle!
Ibrahimovic likes to use him as the center of tactics, rather than sacrificing himself and serving as a bridgehead for Messi.

However, the great Zlatan didn't know that Guashuai and Vilanova had given him a deadline.

"The last 10 minutes, if it's still like this, just replace him." Guardiola said Vilanova, who nodded.

"Xavi passes to Busquets and then to Keita. Keita splits, Maxwell speeds up! There is no pick-up point ahead! He is too anxious!"

"Finally under control, Harvey stepped on the ball!"

"You keep up!" Maxwell complained as he walked back.

"The coach said, don't worry, control the game!" Pedro shouted with open arms, and Maxwell waved his hands disdainfully.

The ball has been transferred to Messi's side. Caesar is behind, Zanetti is in front, Cambiasso is watching, and Messi is surrounded by three people at the same time.

However, Zanetti saw the gleam in Messi's eyes. Faced with difficulties, this guy became excited.

"Messi speeds up! He resists Caesar! Spikes and cuts in! Zanetti can't react in time! He swayed past him!"

Damn, why so fast? !

Caesar hurriedly yelled: "Stop him! Don't let him in!"

However, is Messi who has already started to be stopped so easily?

Motta blocked his left side and prevented Messi from cutting inside.The Argentine did his tricks and accelerated directly, catching Motta by surprise.

Blocking his left hand side means giving Messi more room to break through.

Mourinho looked over anxiously, isn't this guy too difficult to guard?

Fortunately, Cambiasso is experienced.He slashed out with a diagonal stab, took a step across, and blocked Messi and the ball abruptly.But the Barcelona king couldn't brake in time and knocked down Cambiasso.

"The referee whistled for a foul! Messi charged and fouled!"

Vilanova shook his head regretfully, it would be great if the ball could rush past.

Cambiasso jumped up from the ground, held the ball, and poked it to Caesar.

"Counterattack! Quick!"

"Oops! They want to fight back!"

Harvey quickly left behind Sneijder and rushed over, Messi and Alves also flanked Caesar.

The three of them surrounded Caesar tightly, but Caesar took advantage of Cambiasso's pass and the ball flew over Harvey's head.

"Caesar rushed out of the encirclement like a juggler! He accelerated and ran towards the midfield!"

Milito and Sneijder accelerated at the same time, and Inter Milan's counterattack came!
Caesar spotted the gap and plugged it in.

Maxwell happened to be on the ball's running route, but Caesar's pass was very strong. The Brazilian full-back just touched the ball, but failed to change the ball's running route.

Milito tried desperately to catch up and smashed the ball into the penalty area.

His spiking force was a bit strong, and Puyol immediately fell to the ground and shoveled.

"here!"

Milito stretched his legs as far as he could, and hooked the ball back before Puyol shoveled it.

"Maicon plugged in! No one to guard!"

"Keita made a shovel! Failed to clear the siege! Maicon hit the goal!! Valdes can't recover!"

"2:1! 2:1! Inter Milan overtook!!"

"Good shot!!!" Lily jumped up, and potato chips scattered all over the floor.

Her grandfather quickly took out the Quick-acting Jiuxin Pill and ate a few, so as not to get too excited and smoke it.

On the TV, Maicon and Sneijder hugged and celebrated, and all the teammates behind them pressed over.

"We are really ahead of grandpa!" Little Lily jumped happily, "It's great!!"

The cheers erupting from San Siro almost deafened Ibrahimovic. In just one year, those voices became unfamiliar.

Watching Maicon and the others celebrating their goal, the Swedes regretted their decision last year a little bit.

"Good pass!" Milito patted Caesar's head vigorously, but the boy said, "Could you give me a look before taking the free kick? If it wasn't for my talent and intelligence, I would have been cut off by them. Well, the biggest contributor to this goal is really me."

Several people looked at each other, and laughed and cursed at the same time: "Shabi!"

(End of this chapter)