number one striker

Chapter 438 Draw
"It's not enough to simply defend like this." Boggs looked at the precarious Atletico Madrid goal and said with some concern.

"I know, but there is no other way now." Simeone walked around with his hands in his pockets, watching the game time anxiously.Now it has reached 75 minutes. It is reasonable to say that Barcelona has been attacking for so long, and the rhythm of the attack should be delayed due to lack of energy.

Why is it getting more and more fierce now? If this continues, let alone counterattack, it is possible to continue to expand the score.

"Montoya broke through Turan's defense! He just came off the bench, and he is in a hot state! Montoya has just turned 20 this year and is the future star of Barcelona."

Abidal went down due to lack of physical fitness, and Montoya, as the future of the team, made his debut at this time.

"That little guy is also a strong offensive and defensive type, why not?" Boggs pointed to Saul who was eager to try. Simeone shook his head and said, "No, Turan can help the team defend on the field, but Saul has no defensive ability at all. If he is replaced, the ball will be lost before the counterattack."

"Then what to do, Barcelona has finally exposed its flaws, so it can't just be wasted like this." Boggs said anxiously.

Simeone thought for a long time, and finally put the treasure on the players on the field.

"Let Caesar pull to the right, Costa retreats a little deeper, and fully assists the defense."

"What about counterattack?"

"Let Caesar figure out a solution for himself!"

Atletico Madrid has reached the most critical moment, and even Simeone can only make such a "nonsense" decision.

Boggs had no better way, so he could only convey this meaning to the players.

Costa had no objection to this. He said to Caesar: "I will participate in the defense, and I will leave the rest to you."

Gabi also said: "We are already working hard on defense, and we can't help you on offense. Luther, whether the team can win or not depends on you!"

Caesar nodded, and that was exactly what he meant.

Now the score is 2:1, Messi scored two goals, and Caesar's performance was completely defeated by him.

But the game is not over yet, and Caesar still has a chance to fight back.

Since Messi can lead the team forward and save the team in critical moments, so can I!
"Busquets took the ball forward! Costa is defending him! Busquets gave it to Xavi, and Xavi gave it to Xiaobai! The midfielder's iron triangle fell in front of Atletico Madrid! Atletico Madrid has nothing to do about it!"

"It's not impossible!" Vidal dropped Fabregas, who was retreating, and rushed up while Harvey had his back turned to him.

As a result, Busquets saw very clearly behind him, and reminded Harvey in time that the ball was still in Barcelona's control.

"Want to sneak attack? No way!" Busquets taunted after receiving Xiaobai's reply.

"is it?"

A strange voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Busquets felt in horror that there was an extra hand on his shoulder, and then the ball under his feet was poked off.

"Koke pokes Busquets away! Vidal rushes up to clear the ball!"

Busquets looked back, it turned out to be Cork.

"Cut, how can it be?"

Busquets watched Vidal's clearance ball fly to Barcelona's bottom line, disdainful.

But Kirk pointed to a high-speed figure on the sidewalk and said, "Look!"

"Caesar! Caesar is sprinting! This ball is not a clearance for Vidal! It's a pass!"

Montoya was still involved in the attack just now, which will be forced to defend.However, the more he ran, the more surprised he became, and the more he ran, the more frightened he became.

How did that damn guy run so fast? !

"Caesar caught up with the ball! But this angle is not good! Only 5 meters away from the baseline!"

Pique went out to make up for it. Caesar snatched the ball back before the ball almost hit the corner flagpole. Pique had to stop him outside the penalty area.

As a result, Caesar didn't BB with Pique, and went directly to the penalty area line.

"Caesar cuts inside! Pique is chasing after him! Stop him in the way of his shot!"

"There's only one man! Don't foul!" the pony brother reminded behind him, but Barcelona has three defenders.

"Caesar broke through horizontally! No chance to kick! He dribbled the ball continuously with his right foot, but Pique was unmoved!"

If this continues, he will only be overtaken by the opponent who returns to defense. Caesar has no time to take it anymore. He forcibly knocked the ball to the inside, and then exploded with speed, which is comparable to Pico's explosive power.

Pique didn't expect that Caesar would dare to pass the ball here, and what was even more annoying was that he still couldn't catch up.

"Caesar hit the door!"

Caesar circled around the restricted area from the corner flag area, and finally came in.Seeing Caesar raise his leg, Pique, who had already taken the lead, could only fall to the ground and shovel.

However, this ball was a fake move by Caesar. He dunked Pique and finally faced the goalkeeper head-on.

Brother Xiao Ma rushed over to fill his seat, and Caesar repeated his old tricks and swung him past.

Pinto had no choice but to whistle, trying to interfere with Caesar's shot.

"Caesar hits the goal! Pinto doesn't react! The ball rolls into the net!"

"Yes!" Simeone jumped up and hugged Boggs.

Leon hugged his head in disbelief in the stands, just like a game, dribbling all the way horizontally, forcibly cutting into the penalty area, and then dunking two defenders.

This, this is simply treating Barcelona's defense line as Caesar's own backyard.

This goal also pulled Atletico Madrid back from the edge of the cliff. The game has come to 80 minutes and the score has become 2:2 again.

Guardiola spread his hands and continued to be helpless.

The three defenders can't defend against one of them, so how can they play.

"Equalize the score! It's not easy for Barcelona to play now! They attacked for a long time, and finally overtook the score, but they were still tied by Caesar's sharp breakthrough! There are still 10 minutes before the end of the game. Will the score change?"

Simeone became cautious, and he did not dare to attack rashly.Barcelona, ​​on the other hand, was a little discouraged, attacking so hard, why the score was still a draw.

The last 10 minutes of the two teams were somewhat passive, and finally, when the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, the two teams drew.

"The game has entered overtime! Both teams failed to kill their opponents, so they can only enter 30 minutes of overtime! There will be no rest, and it will start immediately. The two teams can only drink water and adjust on the sidelines."

By this time, most of the physical fitness is exhausted.After all, he didn't take much rest throughout the season, and his physical reserves were at their limit.

Cork was replaced by the more experienced Reyes, while the immobile Felipe Luis was replaced by Dominguez.

The medical team hurriedly stretched the players, and the substitutes also brought water.

Generally, the tactics of overtime are very simple. You attack the half court and I attack the half court.

If the game enters a penalty shootout, it will be extremely unfavorable for Barcelona.

After all, Pinto is a substitute goalkeeper, compared to Valdes, he is still a lot worse.

So Guardiola's request to his disciples is that Atletico Madrid must be solved in overtime!

(End of this chapter)