perfect arc

Chapter 95 Chapter 95: The Lion King

"The real battle has just begun!"

Kabini sipped these words carefully in his heart, thinking that under the indiscriminate bombardment of the Barcelona team, it was really not easy for the team to get an offensive. The morale of the team has reached its peak. Now that there is enough morale, the teammates can take advantage of the victory and pursue the score ahead. As for Mr. Haas's attitude of the opposite view, this also makes the kid Kabinet feel a little bit more. There is no east, west, north, south.

"What's the meaning?"

Kabinet asked actively, wanting to know what happened.

Mr. Haas took a sip of beer, sucked up the wine in the glass, put down the beer glass, hiccupped again, and said: "Do you want to hear the explanation of 'illusion'? Or do you want to hear the explanation of 'battle'?" Just started' explanation?"

Cabine stuck the words given very tightly, just like sticking to defending opponents on the field: "I want to hear it!"

Mr. Haas gave a "hmm", but pointed to the venue and said, "Before explaining, let's take a look at the most realistic picture in the venue!"

"Oh~?" Cabine said, and following the direction Mr. Haas pointed, he saw his teammates celebrating at the corner flag. The idiot Mashu had been buried under the crowd by other teammates. , and the idiot's head was no longer visible, and the wild shouts of the fans swayed in the Camenes Stadium, and no one in the stands was not crazy.

"This picture is very real, isn't it?"

When Kabini saw this scene and recalled the feeling of being crushed by his teammates, the counting fragments in his brain were suddenly shattered by Mr. Haas's call.

"Ah~?" Although Kabini realized it, his face was still in a daze.

The beer was gone, and Mr. Haas, who was supposed to be intersecting with the cigarettes, didn't take out the cigarette box, and continued to say: "The picture you see of your teammates celebrating now is indeed real, but the report split screen The score shown here is an illusion!"

"I understand this. What you mean is that the game is not over yet, we shouldn't be too happy, right?" Cabine replied immediately.

"Yes! Because the real battle has just begun!" Mr. Haas continued.

Calculating stoppage time, the game time is at most 10 minutes, and there have been two goals in the first 15 minutes, which is enough to show that there will be various variables in the remaining time.The Granada team lost at the beginning of the game, which means that the [full-court pressing] tactics given by coach Coboni did not perform well. Even if the squirrel fought to save the savior after 4 minutes, it cannot be said that there were some flukes in it ingredients?
Maybe Mr. Haas is right. The ball is still rolling. Not only are there still opportunities, but there are also unimaginable variables. Even if Kabini has thought up a dozen sets of sentences to refute Mr. Haas’s point of view, after sorting out everything After thinking about it, Kabinet had no choice but to swallow these sentences back. . .

Tun is swallowed, but Kabini still spit out a sentence: "Mr. Haas, fortunately, you didn't join the football coaching industry, otherwise, when the players heard you say such disappointing words, they would definitely be angry." Very frustrating!"

"Oh~~? You mean? Will the morale of the players drop significantly?" Mr. Haas replied.

"Yes~!" Kabini continued.

Hearing the answer, Mr. Haas laughed out loud, and when he closed his mouth, he coughed lightly. The old man finally took out the cigarette case, smoked a cigarette again, and after exhaling the first puff of smoke rings, he said: "So , I will be a scout and your agent!"

For some reason, Cabine let out an "ah", as if his mood was disturbed by Mr. Haas's few disappointing words. He didn't choose to answer, turned his head, and saw that the Barcelona players had already stood up. Bit, ready to kick off again.

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Obviously, things like being equalized by the opponent can't hit a strong team like Barcelona at all. The restless ground ball control makes the players of the Granada team run hard in their own backcourt scope.Just before the game, Coach Coboni also reminded that to cope with such a tactic, one must have strong physical fitness. Therefore, the players of the Granada team are not qualified to say that they are tired, even if each player ran a 3000-meter run They are not qualified to say that they are tired.
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The real battle has only just begun.

Although the little flea is strong, but in the absence of Harvey, Iniesta and others, the threat of this child can be reduced to two-thirds. In this regard, Ma Shu and Roffman and others understand the reason, Immediately put into action, after the captain Fisk ordered: "Let me guard the little flea, you just need to pinch the others", the Granada team moved violently.

The technique of ball control on the ground consumes both the opponent and himself.

Although the defensive players of the Granada team exhausted a lot of physical strength, the players of the Barcelona team who were planning the attack were not much better. Except for the goalkeepers on both sides, the twenty jerseys had long been covered with beads of sweat. Getting wet, if the fans in the stadium were not too loud, then the players' rough panting could be heard.

"Beep~~~!"

The whistle sounded, and the Barcelona team's offensive was immediately stopped.

"Oh~? Alves dribbled the ball towards the baseline. When he wanted to lob the ball, the ball was blocked out of the baseline by Granada's full-back...!" The scene was accurately explained by the on-site commentator.
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Barcelona's corner attack.

The little flea was wandering outside the penalty area, waiting to attack. Sanchez and Iniesta disrupted the formation in the penalty area. Busquets and Alba guarded the backcourt to prevent Granada from counterattacking. Pique Of course, Puyol and Puyol will not let go of this opportunity to show their skills. They have long been in the penalty area, ready to grab the momentum and head the goal. From this point of view, the two central defenders are already in the penalty area of ​​the Granada team. If he fails to grab the momentum and the ball is taken down by Ma Shu and others, then this move is extremely risky.

The defending Granada team's position is even simpler. The forwards stay behind and wait to attack. The false forwards with obvious height advantages retreat to help the defense, and the others guard the opponents around them. , everything seems to be in order.

At this moment, just wait for Alves to send the ball from the corner flag.

"Beep~~!" The referee signaled that the ball could be kicked off.

After two run-ups, Alves arched his feet, and the ball was lifted by him. The players piled up in the penalty area immediately started to move. Fiske, who was close to Pique, was convinced that the ball landed on his side. So he jumped ahead of Pique, and Pique couldn't bear the loss. Although he was a second slower, his body's connection movements were very fast, and he tried to suppress Fiske after he jumped.

"Shua~!" The ball flew by.

The two misjudged the landing point of the ball, and when the two jumped to the top, the ball brushed past their hair.

"Both Fiske and Pique didn't hold the ball, but the guy behind still has a chance~~~~!" The on-site commentator was about to go crazy again.

Kabinet, who was watching the game, and Coach Koboni, who was standing by the bench, their hearts seemed to be being torn apart. The scene at this moment caught their eyes, and their intuition was very cruel, and they both felt like they were about to suffocate.

"Puyol~~! The lion shakes his head...! Okay~~! The goalkeeper of the Granada team can't do anything~! The goal is in~~~!"

Once again the live commentator was completely insane.

Now, Kabinai covered his face and fell down on the cushion of the VIP seat. Although Mr. Haas couldn't see his face, it was not difficult to imagine the kid's mood at the moment.

Mr. Haas coughed lightly, and said, "Young man! This is the variable! And the variable is Puyol!"

(End of this chapter)