number one striker

Chapter 524 The Deceived Blanco
"Ah, so boring."

Caesar stayed in his own home, seeing no one but a different care each day.

The cat I raised is getting fatter and fatter. At first it looked like a cat, but now it has gradually evolved into a pig.

In the past two days, Caesar rarely moved. The cat thought that Caesar had become as lazy as himself, and lay next to Caesar every day, squinting his eyes and basking in the sun.

On the day of the match against Paris Saint-Germain, Cork came to Caesar's house, including Saul, who was still recovering from a sprained foot, and Griezmann, who had recovered but was not in good condition.

"Haha, are we a party for the wounded?" Saul stroked Caesar's fat cat, where the fat cat lay lazily, and occasionally opened his eyes to look at the four gentlemen.

By the way, don't you all have girlfriends?
What are you doing at my house?

This is probably what Fatty is thinking at the moment.

The four old men were watching the game attentively. At this moment, the camera showed Laurent Blanc, and his bewildered expression made everyone laugh out loud.

"This idiot! Do you really think that the boss will come out to fight him? Atletico Madrid never takes the initiative to attack. This idiot doesn't even know?"

At the beginning of the game, Atletico Madrid retreated quickly, and Paris Saint-Germain, who kicked off first, went too far. Ravitch kicked the ball forward and ran back in a hurry.

The midfield was suddenly empty, and the players of the two teams stared at each other across the middle and long lines.

Blanco is also puzzled, what about Atletico Madrid's offense?
What about the angry army?
What about the crazy counterattack?

Why did you retreat?

Simeone didn't have time to explain to him, it's best for the Paris players to stand there until the end of the game.

The Paris players wouldn't stand there stupidly, and they realized that Atletico Madrid's so-called angry words were all fake, and they deliberately made Paris Saint-Germain think that they would counterattack.

Blanco has been training defensively and counterattacks for the past two days, and he even couldn't defend, but now it's all in vain.

"Why is Blanco's team not in a hurry? It stands to reason that Atletico Madrid, which has two away goals, should be the one who can endure loneliness. Why do Paris Saint-Germain's players give me the feeling that they are the leaders."

Rudy was wrong, the Paris players were just waiting, waiting for Atletico Madrid to attack.

In the end, I didn't expect that I was tricked, and all the efforts I made before the game were in vain.

"Attack! Go out and attack! We've been tricked!" Laurent Blanc also corrected himself when he realized his mistake, and immediately asked the players to attack.

It's just that there was no deployment to suppress the offense before the game, and now the players don't know how to play.

They don't know that everyone at Atletico Madrid knows their responsibilities.

"If I'm not wrong, Blanco will definitely retreat and focus on counterattack. So when he sees us taking the initiative to retreat, he will definitely be stunned for a moment, and then he will be at a loss. At this time, we have to make a contrast. When they take the initiative to attack but have no tactics, we will counterattack them and then counterattack. This is a good opportunity, and we must grasp it."

The players in Paris are all capable. If you really want to compare the lineup, the current Atletico Madrid may not be able to match them.

At this time, the coach's tactics play a big role.

While Blanco was still in a daze and thinking about how to attack, Simeone had already given the players a signal, and the Atletico players slowly gathered their strength and surrounded them in the middle.

"Matuidi gave it to Pastore, and the Argentine handed it to Lavezzi on the wing! Van der Veer behind him didn't follow! Matuidi was waving to his teammates!"

"Come up!!"

Van der Veer said angrily: "Don't command me!"

"I asked you to come over and participate in the attack!"

"The head coach said to stick to the defense!"

"Stick to the fart! Atletico Madrid is huddled in its own half, and you still stick to it? Stick to your stick!"

Seeing the two arguing, Thiago Silva yelled: "The head coach said to strengthen the offense! Go up to me!"

There was no need to argue now, Van der Veer resentfully plugged in the assist.

This scene was also captured by the camera, and the wounded quartet was overjoyed.

Cork wiped the tears from his laughter and said: "The boss should seize the opportunity now. Obviously, there are huge differences among the players in Paris. This is a good opportunity for us to attack."

Needless to say, Cork, Simeone is already sending out signals.

Just when Van der Veer had just put in the assist, Vidal shrewdly cut off the ball passed to Ravezzi by Pastore, and then drove straight in.

In the past, when there was Caesar or Saul, Vidal always played the ball with one kick, for fear of delaying the team's counterattack.

But now, the two wingers are Turan and Coutinho, both of whom are cooperative players. Letting them take the initiative to rush into the opponent's defense with the ball is tantamount to actively losing the ball.

The Paris Saint-Germain players, who are used to Vidal playing the ball at the first time, did not expect Vidal to take the initiative to attack, and he was swayed by him all at once.

"What are you doing?!!" Matuidi, as the last midfielder, hurried up to make up for it.

Vidal also knew that his dribbling accuracy was at most 70, and he sent the ball to Coutinho before Beckham returned to his position.

"Coutinho received the ball! Costa is running! We can see that without Caesar and Saul, Atletico Madrid have obviously changed their combat strategy. From the original personal breakthrough to a cross from the side that now seeks a combination of side and center! Coutinho cuts inside! Spike the ball to R Rodriguez behind him! The Swiss kicks the ball!"

Costa fought with Thiago Silva in the middle, and neither of them took advantage.

"Second point!"

Siligu looked at Yale who hit the back and pushed the ball, but he didn't relax.

Sure enough, Vidal appeared at the second point, and he was about to shoot with a bow. Facing Pastore's defense, the Chilean made a fake move and gave it to Coutinho.

"This location."

Caesar's eyes widened. Coutinho has been asking Caesar in training for the last half of the season.

His footwork is no worse than that of Caesar, and with the help of Caesar, Coutinho is very skillful in practicing the pocket shot from the corner of the penalty area.

Seeing him appearing in this position, Caesar looked forward to it very much.

"Coutinho stops the ball! One step to the ball! Hit the goal!"

The ball drew an arc, and the finisher Rudy was a little dazed. Is this Caesar or Coutinho?

Siligu was not in a trance, he tried his best to take off, trying to save the ball.

As a result, the arc of the ball pocket was particularly large. After bypassing Sirigu, it spun to the inside at a high speed, hit the goal post and bounced into the goal.

"1:0! Coutinho opened the scoring!"

(End of this chapter)