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Chapter 55
Moncayola's response was justifiable, even mixed with some righteous indignation.

From his point of view, there is absolutely nothing wrong with his behavior——

He just perfectly executed the tactics assigned by the head coach!
During the intermission, Alter assigned him the task of harassing Busquets non-stop.

By compressing Busquets' movement space, the number of catches and passes of Busquets is reduced.

Even in some extreme cases, some unconventional means can be used.

Moncajola did it!
Perfectly done!
Busquets left with a serious injury, he didn't even pay for it, perfect!
For such a result, Moncayola felt very proud.

These angry fans are nothing but lunatics who drank a few liters of horse urine. How can they be qualified to accuse me?

They don't know what tactics are, let alone rules of rational use!

Humph, a bunch of idiots!
In the arena, winning or losing is the most important thing!Fuck the goddamn competitive spirit! !
Generally speaking, as long as the "friendly communication" between players and fans in the game does not rise to the level of hands-on, the referee will not intervene.

What's more, the referee has more important things to deal with now. The fourth official notified him in the headset that Barcelona needs to make substitutions and adjustments.

When the fourth official raised the electronic card in his hand, all the commentators exclaimed.

"Oh! Koeman's substitution is simply too bold!"

"No way? Koeman chose to replace Aguero!"

"Aguero? Koeman is going to have a fight to the death with ALS now!"

The red number on the electronic card is Busquets' number 5, while the green number is 19!
Aguero!That's Aguero's number.

Koeman's choice is really beyond everyone's expectations. This is the first time he has played four forwards in an official game at the same time since he coached Barcelona.

After Aguero trotted into the field, he exchanged a few words with Depay, and Barcelona's formation soon changed accordingly.

原本的4-3-3阵型经过调整后，变成了4-2-4这个罕见的搏命攻击型阵型。

Aguero is at the front of the penalty area, and Depay is in ambush behind him.

The staggered positions of the two added some layers to Barcelona's entire striker.

With the referee's whistle, the game was back on track, but the players' state failed to pulse back in time.

After watching the bloody scene up close, many young players were still in a daze.

Pedri didn't know what he was thinking, his chaotic running position made it difficult to provide support for his teammates.

De Jong is even more exaggerated!
After the ball reaches his feet, he needs to spend a long time thinking about how to deal with the ball under his feet.

The PTSD-like symptoms of the two have almost completely thrown Barcelona's midfield into chaos.

The control of the midfielder's possession of the ball has also been completely transferred back.

Osasuna, who gradually gained the upper hand on the scene, frantically put pressure on the two sides of Barcelona.

Ruben Garcia and Ibanez, two full-backs, constantly hit the space beside Pedri and De Jong.

This made Barcelona, ​​which was already thin in the midfield, start to feel a little nervous.

There was no way, Qin Ming and Dembele had to retreat to the midfield line to assist the two midfield teammates to complete the defense.

For this reason, the two of them need to make frequent return runs on the touchline.

As the number of Osasuna's offenses increased, the physical fitness of the two also declined rapidly.

It was only the 60th minute of the game, and Qin Ming felt that his steps were a bit heavy.

Every time he runs, he tries to use his mouth and nose to breathe at the same time as much as possible. The slow and deep rhythm can help him relieve the faint feeling of tearing in his lungs.

And every mouthful of turbid air that spewed out from his chest was scattered in the air and turned into misty water mist.

"Herrera took a big kick and the ball flew towards the midfield!"

"It's a [-]-[-] chance, let's see who can grab the ball between De Jong and Moncajola!"

De Jong was scared.

When he saw Moncayola rushing towards the ball like a mad cow, he was terrified!

The scene of Busquets lying on the ground just now was still playing repeatedly in his mind.

His subconscious mind told him that he didn't want to suffer the same pain.

So when the ball fell, even though he was slightly forward, he gave up the fight for the ball.

De Jong took a step back, a subconscious step back.

When he stared blankly at Moncayola who got the ball, he didn't realize how much disaster his behavior would bring to the team next.

"Moncajola got the ball first, leaving De Jong behind!"

"There is no barrier in the midfield, Moncajola drives the ball all the way forward!"

"This is an opportunity, Barcelona is in danger!"

The 4-2-4 formation is like this. Once the center defended by the two central midfielders is broken, the space in front of the penalty area can be seen at a glance.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the young central defender Garcia hurried forward.

However, Osasuna, who has an advantage in numbers, can play casually in this situation!
Moncayola easily passed the ball to another pressing central midfielder Bronze, who held the ball and forward Kick to form a 2V1 against Pique.

At this moment, Osasuna finally wants to see him!
Under the attention of countless people, under Koman's nervous gaze, no miracle happened.

After Bull LS Nach attracted Pique's defense, he passed the ball to Kique smoothly.

Easy to push into the dead corner, Kick's single-handed shot, even the world's top goalkeeper Ter Stegen, has no way.

1: 0!

In the 62nd minute of the game, Osasuna scored the first goal!

Excited, the Osasuna players ran to the corner flag, celebrating wildly.

Moncayola showed his fists vigorously to the previous audience, his face was full of spirits.

In contrast, the players on Barcelona's side seemed very calm.

It can even be called indifference!
Ter Stegen calmly picked the ball out of the net bag, his face stained by a few pieces of white snow, without a trace of emotional change.

Pique is like this, and so is Alba.

Everyone is very clear in their hearts, the reason for this conceded goal.

So far in this game, too many unexpected things have happened.

Everyone seems to have been dazzled by these sudden accidents, and many people's thoughts have drifted away from the game.

Of course, Qin Ming was not.

He looked at the bewildered De Rong with mixed feelings in his heart.

De Jong could definitely get the ball just now, but De Jong avoided Moncayola's possible fight.

Even if he loses possession of the ball, De Jong can still try to chase back in the subsequent defensive process.

However, De Jong once again chose to stand still.

Qin Ming naturally knew why, he had no way to blame his teammate, he could only find a way to activate the Dutchman.

"Hey! Frankie, can you wake up? We need you to get back in the game."

Qin Ming patted De Jong's shoulder, staring into his eyes with power.

However, De Jong didn't seem to be able to feel this power, and his dark eyes were still empty.

"I'm sorry Qin, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to me. I seem to have lost my strength. I can't do anything."

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