football king

It was originally a derby in the same city, not only the two teams were very angry, but even the fans were also very angry. When physical conflicts occurred, the fans cheered for their teams loudly and angrily scolded their opponents.

The noisy atmosphere and the fans who encouraged them made these players start to play less and less clean.

It was like this at the beginning of the first half. The referee was afraid that it would be difficult to grasp the rhythm of the game in the second half, so the frequency of playing cards gradually increased.

Real Madrid posted two yellow cards, a free kick and two warnings.

Atletico Madrid has a yellow card, two free kicks, and two warnings.

The referee also knew that this was a derby in the same city, and it was normal to be a little angry. Otherwise, according to their current style of play, it is estimated that everyone except the goalkeeper would have to post a yellow card, and some of the more conspicuous ones would receive a red card.

The most uncomfortable thing was Mordred. He didn't like physical confrontation, and the more intense the scene, the worse it was for him.

He knew that Anthony made a special plan for him, and he also began to change his little habits in the first half. Finally, with his unremitting efforts, he broke through the first line of defense, and then he was blocked by the second line of defense again. Die, there is no chance at all.

In the end, Mordred had no choice but to stand still and start chatting with the elder brother who had been guarding him.

"Brother, I beg you, go and stare at others for a while? Don't you feel angry at all when Chris is riding a bicycle over there? Go and teach him a lesson."

As a result, the eldest brother glanced at Mordred without moving, and this glance gave Mordred the illusion of contempt, "Sir, I can't believe anything you say, you are a little liar."

This time Mordred was completely pissed off, and his elf-like face was forcibly distorted under the sunlight.

There was a sudden misfire on his side, and the commentator naturally noticed it.

"Meris seems to be fully contained. You can see that the left-back and central defender of the defense are united to block Meris from the outside of the penalty area. There are no less than two people marking him... It's really amazing. Already! After this game is over, the major teams will definitely replay the game, this is the first time anyone has been able to defend Meris to this extent."

"Yeah, in the past, Melis was like a loach covered in slime, if you want to catch him, you might as well catch Chris.

At least Chris won't be caught like a loach.

But Anthony taught this method to everyone, which is simply a textbook defense.

"The best solution here is to replace Meris. After all, Meris can't show his ability on the court now, even if he is replaced by a substitute, Mourinho really made a big mistake."

When the commentator next to him heard this sentence, he made things right for him. After all, the master and apprentice are notoriously face-slapping monsters.

"Maybe Mourinho has other plans, let's move on to the game."

"Atletico Madrid just got the football from Ozil's feet, and it's time to counterattack! As always, No. 11, he took the ball and rushed towards the Real Madrid penalty area like a shooting star. You must know that No. 11 Marcus is not a regular football youth team. After all, a striker who has only one kick for the tenth goal and may be saved by the goalkeeper is simply a rare treasure."

"But this season probably hit those who used to laugh at his skills, his extraordinary skills... OMG! Did you see it just now? He used a Thomas maneuver followed by a man-ball pass, which is really awesome. Gorgeous, he seems to have been born for these skills!"

The neutral commentator is naturally the one who is the most powerful, but it is a pity that Real Madrid did not give No. 11 any chance.

They don't defend No. 11, because it is too difficult to defend him, but it is very easy to defend his teammates.

Especially the No. 9 center who has a heart-to-heart with him. No. 11 looked around and no one could catch his pass.

He glanced at Saint Casey, knew the goalkeeper's status in La Liga, and then thought about his stinky feet... Suddenly on the 11th, he lost the idea of ​​​​playing by himself, and Mordred took advantage of this time to decisively pass the ball. Steal it.

He can't get into Atletico Madrid's penalty area, can't he even get into his own penalty area?It's just a joke.

After Mordred stole the ball, everyone consciously cleared a path for Mordred.

So Mordred once again faced the left back who had been defending him all the time. Countless information poured out of his mind. Knowing that the left back's right foot was a little uncoordinated, he wanted to attack from the right side. Just as he was about to move, his body stopped abruptly. .

He was afraid that Anthony had already guessed the technique he wanted to use, and suddenly a sideline turned to the left foot, which the left back is better at. Sure enough, the left back chose the right.

This mistake gave Mordred a chance, but unfortunately he hadn't taken the ball for a few steps, and suddenly one foot blocked Mordred's attacking route, and Mordred subconsciously jumped over that leg with the ball in his hands .

It's a pity that he jumped low, and his leg bone hit the defender's leg bone, and both of them fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

It can be seen that the powerful effects are mutual. A good offensive opportunity was wasted like this. The fans on the scene were also a little disappointed, but they were more worried about whether Mordred would have an accident.

Fortunately, the doctors of both sides confirmed that the two were fine and could continue the game after they entered the field, so the fans relaxed.

"Meris has been too weak during this time, it seems that nothing good has happened, why don't you go to the mysterious East to pray for blessings or something..."

"Hey, after all, he is still young, and it is not easy to do this. I hope Mourinho can bring him to a new peak."

The fans discussed happily, and the time passed quickly.

The first half of the game is over, and it's time for halftime.

Mordred was irritated and scratched his hair back, revealing a clean forehead.

The tight brows are enough to see how irritable he is now, and he picks up the water glass and smacks his mouth to force himself to calm down. The feeling of punching the cotton will really make people's mind explode.

Everyone followed Mourinho to the locker room, "Meris, you also found that they are judging your next actions based on your habits, that is to say, you must change the way you played before, You can't let them guess what you're going to do next, and then their plans for you will be wiped out."

Mordred smiled wryly, how could he not know.

After the first half, he has begun to struggle to change, but things like playing style cannot be changed overnight, otherwise he would not have used this method to deal with other players before.

Is this the way of heaven and reincarnation?Only by putting this method on yourself will you know how disgusting people are.

He even suspected that if he was dragged down by such a method, he himself would have a psychological shadow on this method.

"The rest of you do what you want. You don't need to give Meris any support. This game will be 10 against 11." Mourinho told them straightforwardly that Mordred was released in this game.

"Sir, then you might as well replace me, at least you don't have to play 10 against 11..." Mordred himself was so uncomfortable when he said this, he was glad that Mourinho believed him in this situation The next sentence can defeat yourself, but the next sentence will hit you head-on.

"Substituting? You can do it this time. Do you want to do it next time against Atletico Madrid? If other teams have also studied Atletico Madrid's method, will you not play in this life?" Mourinho faced the question directly. The doubts made Mordred's expression more and more awkward, and finally said in a super low voice, "Not everyone knows my weakness like Anthony."

Fortunately, Mourinho didn't hear this sentence clearly, otherwise he would be trained to death.

After Mourinho finished speaking, everyone began to adjust their physical condition. They worked harder than usual in the same city derby, but they didn't score a point in the first half, which really made them uncomfortable.

Anthony was also not idle there, "We played very well in the first half, but unfortunately they also studied our plan thoroughly, and then you don't have to pass the ball to Marcus frequently. He has been focused on now, so we also Something has to change."

"Then you all get the ball and pass it to Trawi, don't stop at your feet."

Anthony said this decision, and no one would refute it. After all, he used his wrist to clean up a large number of players as soon as he entered Atletico Madrid, and then recruited some amateur players as the main force.

These old players can still dance, but this season Atletico Madrid has reached an unprecedented height, even enough to rival its cousin Real Madrid in the same city.

So no matter how crazy they are, they must put it together, or the higher-ups will be the first to get rid of them first.

On the contrary, No. 9 Telaway, who was entrusted with the important task, hesitated, "Sir, your ball-handling skills are not good..."

Anthony still had a gentle smile on his face, and he patted Travey on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I said you are fine, you must be fine. If you don't believe in yourself, don't you believe in me?" Anthony's firm tone made Telaway calm down slowly.

Travey is one of the amateurs hired by Anthony. He used to be a midfielder in a third-rate club for a while, but unfortunately he was too weak and not strong enough to see the overall situation. He was kicked out and became a car wash worker.

Never expected that Anthony would find him and make him the main striker of Atletico Madrid.

At the beginning, he didn't believe that he would score goals, but after each game, he finally understood one thing, even if he didn't believe in himself, he still had to believe in the coach.

He is like a god, able to predict everything, so he is extremely at ease when he hears this.

"Marris, you go to the backcourt to defend next, let No. 14 Gabi be your position, and he will organize the offense."

Anthony is like a nanny, explaining everything clearly.

It’s not that he thinks this way, but that the people he recruited must speak in this way in order to understand. If he only had to explain these things to Mordred in the past...

He will understand and integrate, and make the best use of his strategy.

Thinking of this, Anthony couldn't help but sigh.

Hey, things are impermanent.