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"Why should Pepe be replaced? I feel like I can still persist. There is no problem with his physical fitness." Pintus looked at Mourinho and said; "I promise, I am his physical coach!"

Mourinho turned to look at Pintus.

"It's not a matter of physical fitness, it's a yellow card!"

Pintus; "Then you can discuss it with him."

Mourinho was silent for a long time this time.

Faria on the side also looked like she had a headache.

"When I was coaching Inter Milan, there was a player named Balotelli!"

Mourinho said slowly, his cheeks visibly twitching, as if telling Pintus with his expression what an unbearable memory this was.

"I could even turn it into a 600-page book called 'My two years coaching Balotelli at Inter Milan' and it wouldn't be a drama, it would be a fucking comedy!"

Mourinho sighed;

"I remember that game in Kazan, all my forwards were injured and Balotelli received a yellow card in the 42nd minute!"

"I spent 14 minutes at halftime just saying to Balotelli, Mario, I can't replace you, I have no striker on the bench. Don't touch anyone, concentrate on playing football!"

"We lost the ball? Don't worry!"

"Someone wants to piss you off? Ignore it!"

"The referee made a mistake? Don't argue!"

"I said to him in the most sincere tone, please, Mario!"

At this point, Mourinho stopped talking.

Pintus was fascinated by what he heard and asked curiously, "What then?"

Mourinho didn't speak, and Faria covered his forehead: "Then? This bastard got a fucking red card after only one minute on the field!"

Mourinho's cheeks twitched crazily, suppressing his inner anger:

"Ever since this incident, I no longer believe in any exchange of advice. Players with potential risks will be replaced by me. I will no longer imagine that I can convince the other party!"

Pintus opened his mouth. He turned his head and looked at Pepe, who was yelling "Fuck him" at the top of his lungs. After a moment, he suddenly sighed and said, "Maybe... you are right!"

Watching Pintus leave, Faria sighed: "Balotelli, this is a guy I don't want to remember!"

Mourinho couldn't help but sigh.

He believes that his most remarkable achievement is not winning the Triple Crown at Inter Milan, but making Balotelli, a fool, do some idiotic things.

Faria turned his attention to the court.

The competition is still very fierce.

Suker and Benzema in the frontcourt are still rushing to press. Once the ball enters Real Madrid's half, Barcelona will fall into an even more intense press and even lose the ball.

"Do you think Guardiola can react?"

Faria asked.

Mourinho; "Yes! So time is precious to us!"

On the other side, Guardiola frowned. He looked at the game on the court, and something seemed more and more wrong.

The way Real Madrid plays is very weird.

High press, so called high press, is because a fierce press can be formed in the frontcourt, and then opportunities for steals and interceptions can be used to launch a direct counterattack.

Although there are also situations where the opponent pushes him into the midfield and stalks him.

But Real Madrid's high-position pressing has been experienced by both Guardiola and Barcelona, ​​and it shouldn't be so unbearable.

So far, Barcelona's passing in the half cannot be said to be stable, but there is definitely not much pressure.

Only when the ball reaches the center circle will it be driven forward by Real Madrid.

Drive away?

Guardiola was stunned.

That’s right, it’s expulsion!

Interference in the frontcourt, disruption in the midfield, and pressing in the backcourt.

this.

Guardiola slapped his head hard.

This is not a fucking high press!

It's another set of tactics disguised as high-position pressing.

Low press! ! ——

Press in the low post and recover defensively.

Usually presented in a 4-4-2 formation, forming a forward-midfield-defence line and three defensive chains.

However, Real Madrid used this tactic to confuse them with the illusion of a high-position press.

This allowed Barcelona, ​​which could have controlled the ball safely in the midfield, to move forward independently, directly inserting itself into the middle of the second and third lines of defense, and then was strangled by the opponent!

This defensive mode mostly appears when dealing with teams that are stronger than themselves, or that take advantage and prepare to stabilize the situation.

Therefore, Guardiola did not think about this at all.

Although they are opponents, this is Real Madrid!

Are they trying to lose face?

But it turns out that Mourinho doesn't care about face, all he wants is victory.

Cunning Portuguese!

Guardiola gritted his teeth and told his players what he had discovered as soon as possible and made adjustments at the same time.

But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed.

When Iniesta was dribbling, he encountered a joint stranglehold from Kaká, Alonso and Khedira.

Alonso stole the ball and passed it to Kaká.

Kaka turned around with the ball.

At this time, Barcelona's overall formation was on the midfield line and their position was too forward.

"Return to defense!!!!——"

Guardiola yelled in anger.

But Kaka has already made a long pass.

At the same time, Su Ke, who was stuck on the back line, suddenly started.

Mourinho clenched his fist hard.

"This is the moment!"

He put Su Ke at the front and was waiting for this moment to come.

Put the sharpest spear against the opponent's throat and kill him with one blow!

“Real Madrid fights back!!!”

Gonzalez yelled; "Suk! Charge up!! -"

Suk still remembers learning to start from the track and field team next door when he was in Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina.

Touch the ground with your toes, grab the ground with steel nails, and bounce up suddenly.

Lean your body forward slightly, lower your head, and swing your hands forward vigorously to obtain maximum thrust.

In the acceleration stage, the acceleration is mainly based on small steps.

The moment I raised my head, I thought silently in my heart.

"Give it to me." Su Ke suddenly raised his head, the strong wind blew his hair back, and his jersey trembled on his body.

The powerful right leg muscles bulged crazily, like pieces of iron.

Puyol turned his head in panic. At this time, it seemed that the whole world had slowed down, and his own movements also seemed to slow down.

He saw that Su Ke was facing the attacker and began to move his legs.

Can't catch up!

Puyol was quick to judge.

Then drag it back!

Puyol stretched out his hand, but his movement was too slow to keep up with Suk's start.

hurry up! hurry up!

Uh-huh! ! !

Puyol missed.

The ears were filled with explosions.

"roll!!!!!--"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suk's legs seemed to overlap quickly, his body remained straight, and his hands waved rapidly.

He held his breath and sprinted like an F1 car with oil on the floor!

Get rid of Puyol!

Break through the midfield line!

Speeding all the way.

The cheers in my ears seemed to be gradually dissipating, leaving only the sound of violent wind.

Suk looked up at the ball.

As expected of Kaka!

It was passed on just right!

At this time, Barcelona goalkeeper Valdes was stuck at the penalty spot, neither advancing nor retreating.

He could only pray that Suker made a mistake in stopping the ball.

But Suk faced the falling ball and gently unloaded it, and the ball stopped just in front of him.

"It's over!"

Valdes was panicked.

He ignored it and rushed forward.

Su Ke faced the opponent and gently raised his foot.

The ball passed Valdez and fell into the goal.

Suk, on the other hand, had already turned back and rushed to the front of the stands, putting his index finger against his lips.

Shut up! Bastards!

The entire Camp Nou stadium was silent, and the Barcelona fans who had been clamoring before were all stunned.

Lost the ball!

Lost the ball again!

That's it again!

"Goooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!"

Gonzalez explodes with his signature Spanish refrain.

He stood up from his chair excitedly and shouted loudly: "Goal! Goal! Suk!!"

"The game lasted 54 minutes, and just 9 minutes into the second half, Suker scored!"

"Oh! God! His speed was so fast! With just one start, Puyol was thrown behind him. Puyol didn't even have time to catch Suker and fell down in embarrassment!"

"Real Madrid scored a goal with a wonderful counterattack! In 54 minutes, Real Madrid finally took the lead!"

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

At Camp Nou, a small number of Real Madrid fans celebrated fiercely.

The goal came as a huge surprise to them.

I thought the situation would be stalemate for a while, but I didn't expect the goal to come so suddenly.

From the sidelines, Mourinho clenched his fist hard; "Succeeded!"

This time, Barcelona was caught off guard.

The high press is a cover, forcing you to move forward, forcing you to pass forward, and when you enter their half and complete the stranglehold, Real Madrid can score a goal.

With Guardiola's tactical sense, this tactic may have been detected by him.

However, they successfully scored on the third try!

Gave up the ball!

Give up the so-called face!

Play in the low post and defend intensively!

But winning will cover up some.

When they took away three points from Camp Nou, everyone only remembered that Real Madrid won, and no one cared about how they won.

On the other side, Guardiola gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his neck, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Damn the Portuguese!

He was tricked again!

At that time, he felt that Suker and Benzema were running a little too hard and were not very efficient.

This shouldn't be the result of a high-position press.

This was also true, but he was still a step too slow.

If it had been faster and the substitutions had been made immediately, no matter how bad the situation was, the ball would not have been lost.

Guardiola turned his head and saw the corners of Mourinho's mouth raised slightly with a hint of pride.

"Damn Portuguese!"

Guardiola was furious.

It was obvious that he had the advantage, but Mourinho got in the way.

Now the advantage is gone and a goal was scored.

Yes!

He should have reacted long ago!

When Suker is in front, Real Madrid can only play defensive counterattacks, and the most suitable defensive counterattack is the low press.

What's more, Mourinho's temperament is like this.

Regardless of any so-called face, only the absolute utilitarianism of victory!

"Real Madrid scored a goal and took the lead. Barcelona was forced to make adjustments, but now the adjustments are a bit slow!"

Barcelona made substitutions.

Villa went off and Bojan came on.

Pedro went off and Keita came on.

At the same time, Mourinho also made substitutions.

Di Maria went off and Arbeloa came on.

"This is really"

Gonzalez shook his head and sighed: "Mourinho won in this confrontation between head coaches!"

In the first half, Real Madrid was obviously in a passive situation based on Pepe's yellow card.

In order to reduce the risk, Mourinho had to replace Pepe with Carvalho during the halftime break.

At this point, it is still Barcelona's advantage.

But the problem is that Barcelona was led astray by Real Madrid's rhythm and provocative confrontation. Compared with scoring, they sought more confrontation, resulting in missing the best chance to score.

In the second half, Mourinho set a trap for Guardiola again.

Although Guardiola woke up early, Real Madrid was more efficient.

In the 54th minute, Suker helped Real Madrid score a goal.

Now, Barcelona was forced to make substitutions, and even two substitutions.

The disadvantageous situation on the Real Madrid side disappeared. Not only did they get a goal, but they also eliminated the substitution quota.

The most important thing is that Real Madrid got the situation they wanted most.

Leading away from home!

At the same time, their lineup has completed the defensive position.

All the goals have been achieved. It can be said that the situation has entered the situation that Mourinho and Real Madrid are most familiar with. Next, they only need to carry out intensive defense around this goal.

After scoring the goal, including Suker, they all retreated to defend.

Now, they don’t need to hide anything because they have already scored a goal.

The forward line, midfield and back line, three lines of defense are built, and fierce pressing is carried out in the half, constantly disrupting Barcelona’s defense.

Of course, this has extremely high requirements for their positioning and overall degree.

At the same time, the goalkeeper must be sufficiently vigilant.

But Real Madrid has done a perfect job in these aspects!

"Hold him!"

Suker rushed towards Iniesta.

Seeing Suker rushing over, Iniesta had no choice but to pass the ball. At this moment, Srna suddenly moved forward and passed the ball to Kaka with a sliding tackle.

"Counterattack!"

Suker turned his head and shouted.

Kaka dribbled forward quickly, constantly turning his head to look at the situation in the middle.

There were a lot of people around Suker, and there was no chance to pass the ball.

In front of Benzema was Puyol.

However, a better passing option is.

Kaka stopped suddenly, and then made a reverse triangle pass.

The ball was passed to the penalty area line, and there, Alonso followed up and shot directly.

"Alonso shoots!"

The ball rushed towards Benzema.

"Fuck!"

Benzema squatted suddenly, and the ball rubbed Benzema's scalp and flew towards the goal.

And there, Valdés made a quick save, and the ball hit Valdés' chest and bounced out.

"Didn't score?"

Alonso grinned, secretly thinking it was a pity.

At this moment, the ball bounced to the small penalty area, and that position was exactly where Benzema squatted.

Benzema turned his head to look at the goal.

The ball was getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.

"Oh my!"

The ball hit Benzema's face directly and bounced into the net!

Benzema covered his nose, and his nose was so sour that tears were about to fall.

"Another one!"

"Benzema!! Wow!! What a lucky guy, the ball hit Benzema's face and flew into the goal. In the 67th minute, Real Madrid scored again and expanded the score!"

"Barcelona played too anxiously, and Real Madrid took advantage of this to score a goal!"

In the stadium, Real Madrid players were all surrounding Benzema.

"Well done, Karim!"

"Oh my God! You actually scored a goal with your face! But it was beautifully done!"

"Two goals! Two goals! We are going to win! Hahahaha!"

Benzema had a hint of embarrassment on his face, and he was still touching his sore nose.

Although he scored a goal, the way he scored it was a little hard to talk about.

Wow hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Benzema's face fell, and you don't need to turn your head to know who the owner of this laugh is.

"This week's TOP1 goal, definitely TOP! I won't do it if I don't rank you first!" Suker couldn't help laughing again.

Benzema's face turned red.

Others couldn't help laughing.

It's not that he didn't score with his face. When he got anxious, he could score with any part of his body except his hands.

But Benzema's passive scoring is really funny.

"Karim is so lucky!"

Kaka also sighed; "He scored several goals this way."

Suker nodded; "In a way, it's true!"

It was better before, at most it was a leak.

But for this goal, Suker felt that Benzema's heaven-defying "intelligence reduction" aura was activated.

Otherwise, how could the ball just hit Benzema's face and bounced in.

The Real Madrid players retreated chatting and laughing. After two goals, they were in a good mood.

They also kept teasing Benzema about his goal.

The players thought it was luck, but Mourinho touched his chin thoughtfully.

The league lasts 13 rounds, including five Champions League games.

Benzema missed 4 goals, accounting for more than half of his total goals.

Once or twice is fine, but so many times in a row, it is definitely not a coincidence.

This can only explain one point.

"Karim has such a keen sense of smell at the door!"

Assistant coach Faria said.

He has worked with Mourinho for such a long time and has seen a variety of players.

It’s not like Benzema has never seen this situation before.

It looked like luck, but in fact it was a subconscious movement to find a goal position.

Otherwise, it would be unreasonable for this guy to always be able to reach the position of making up shots by accident.

Just once or twice, four times in a row, if there is no sense of smell in front of the door, they will all suspect that this guy is the illegitimate son of the goddess of luck.

"Let's give it a try when we go back." Mourinho was beaming.

Coaching Real Madrid was indeed the right thing to do.

Only a short time had passed before Mourinho's enthusiasm was fully mobilized.

It's like digging for treasures, one after another!

Sure enough, those who can join Real Madrid are all top stars, and some of them can even achieve such results without being fully developed, which makes it even more admirable.