PFC Chapter 44: Playing Tactics Makes Your Heart Dirty!
Chapter 44: Playing Tactics Makes Your Heart Dirty!
The video is being replayed on the big screen.
The broadcast director was extremely considerate and immediately provided a super slow-motion zoom from a low-angle camera position.
The picture is extremely clear.
……
Li Jing was completely shut down by five players in blue and white jerseys.
Even the slightest space to turn around or lift a foot was squeezed out completely.
Just when everyone thought they were about to lose possession of the ball.
Li Jing's body tilted severely to the right in an extremely distorted manner.
The muscles in his left leg bulged, and his boots dug firmly into the grass to stabilize his stance.
The ankle of the right foot was turned outward in an extremely bizarre manner.
The moment the pass was captured and magnified.
The outside of the right foot.
In the tiny gap where the Real Sociedad defenders were about to step on with three legs.
He slammed the ball down hard and violently!
The ball underwent a dramatic deformation in slow motion, splashing up murky water from the grass.
It brushed against the edge of Griezmann's right ear, which was magnified in terror.
It spun and emerged at lightning speed from the tiny gap above the heads of that group of people!
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This incredible scene was etched into the retinas of tens of thousands of Basque fans at the Anoeta Stadium!
The audience was silent.
This is fucking ridiculous!
They're human!
In a dead end where five players were double-teaming them and they couldn't even turn around to retreat, they were trapped.
Someone actually managed to use such an abnormal outside of their foot to deliver a through ball that tore through the entire defense!
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The home team's coaching bench.
Manager Philippe gripped his neatly combed hair tightly with both hands, turning it into a messy bird's nest.
He lowered his head, staring blankly at the two clumps of green grass juice left on the knees of his high-end gray trousers from his earlier kneeling celebration.
He froze completely in place.
Ten minutes earlier, he was passionately sliding on his knees, thinking he was going to lead his team to defeat Simeone and end the arrogance of this red and white thug.
But now.
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"What the hell is going on?!"
Philip's heart was churning with emotions.
"Just ten minutes ago we were dominating them! Weren't we in the lead?"
"How did we fall so far behind in the blink of an eye!"
"You said scoring a goal in a football match is really difficult?!"
The assistant coach opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice.
He couldn't utter a single word.
He could only look at the center circle of the field with a face full of despair.
There, Li Jing, wearing the number 13 jersey, turned around and gave Falcao a high-five as he sprinted over.
That tall figure was seen by the Real Sociedad coaching staff.
The oppressive atmosphere was so intense that it was impossible to breathe.
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The game continues.
After being overtaken, the Real Sociedad players' mentality was visibly shaken.
Griezmann made a bizarre mistake in controlling the ball in the attacking third, and the ball rolled directly out of bounds.
38 minutes.
Atletico Madrid won a corner kick on the right side of the attacking third.
Gabi strode to the corner flag area.
He took the ball from the caddie on the sidelines and bent down to carefully place it on the white line.
He raised his right hand and held up two fingers.
Chaos erupted instantly in Atletico Madrid's penalty area, with players from both sides pushing and pulling each other wildly.
Real Sociedad's defenders focused most of their defensive attention on Falcao, who had just scored.
And then there's Diego Costa, who's like a beast in the penalty area.
The two center-backs, Inigo and Mikel, tightly sandwiched Falcao, their hands secretly pulling at his red and white jersey.
"Bang!"
Gabi pushes off with his right foot.
The ball, with extremely strong inward spin, flew directly over the densely packed group of players battling for position at the near post.
Flying towards the far post of the six-yard box!
Just as all the defenders were focused on Falcao jumping at the near post.
Li Jing was originally standing obediently outside the penalty area arc, preparing for a counterattack.
But Gabi ran toward the corner flag area.
The fully-level [Legendary Off-the-Ball Movement] in his mind had already laid out an extremely vast tactical space network.
Those densely populated areas of hand-to-hand combat were all marked as red, ineffective high-pressure zones in his eyes.
And the far post on the left side of the six-yard box.
That area was exactly a blind spot for the two Real Sociedad defenders.
It was a completely abandoned, empty space.
Li Jing suddenly started.
The explosive power brought by [world-class extreme speed].
He was able to run without making a sound during the short sprint of just over ten meters.
Like a ghost suddenly appearing on the battlefield, it swiftly cuts straight in along the blind spot on the left side of the restricted area!
Absolutely none of the players in blue and white jerseys noticed his movement!
The ball plummeted downwards at breakneck speed.
Li Jing faced the ball in mid-air without choosing to stop and adjust.
He threw his massive body out of the air, almost parallel to the grass.
The max-level [World-class First Touch] and [World-class Shooting Accuracy] skills are triggered simultaneously!
With extreme composure, he tapped the ball with the instep of his right foot as it fell.
"Bang!"
The ball didn't even touch the grass before its trajectory changed completely in the air.
It smashed into the absolute top left corner of the goal!
The netting was lifted high.
Goalkeeper Bravo had no time to react; he didn't even have time to raise his arm to make a save before he heard the crisp sound of a goal behind him.
3: 1!
A second time!
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Domestic broadcast room.
He Wei slammed his hand on the broadcast table in front of him.
The bottle of mineral water on the table, whose cap wasn't even tightly screwed on, was shaken so much that it jumped up and spilled water all over the table.
"Li Jing! It's Li Jing again!"
He Wei couldn't sit still any longer and started shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse from extreme excitement.
"Ghostly movement! He single-handedly destroyed Royal Sociedad's entire defensive line!"
"He's not a defensive midfielder?!"
"A brace! He turned the frenzied Anoeta Stadium into his own personal goal-scoring showcase!"
……
The live streaming platforms experienced a complete freeze in that instant.
It was then completely covered by dense white characters.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
"That positioning is unbelievable! He was just standing outside the penalty area, spacing out, and now he's in position the moment the ball comes in!"
"Li Jing is awesome! This is pure tactical superiority!"
"Real Sociedad's defenders didn't even see where he was before he scored!"
"What kind of bullshit high-post offense is that? It's all paper-thin against Li Jing! He single-handedly stripped the opponent bare! Who can withstand that?!"
……
on the field.
After scoring, Li Jing quickly got up from the grass and brushed the mud off his shorts.
Then they celebrated with their teammates!
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Atletico Madrid's substitute bench.
Kirk sat on the sidelines.
My mind was filled with the image of Li Jing delivering a divine through ball from the backfield amidst a five-man encirclement, followed by that ghostly run and goal.
"That's awesome!"
Kirk swallowed hard.
"I wish I could make passes like that!"
The substitute defender Miranda couldn't stand it anymore and forcefully jabbed Kirk in the ribs with his elbow.
"Stop daydreaming! Are you blind? The coach is calling you!"
Kirk suddenly snapped back to reality.
Looking up, I saw head coach Simeone standing at the edge of the command area.
He was waving frantically towards the substitutes' bench.
The old man's face was extremely cold as he roared at the top of his lungs.
"Kirk! Adrian! You all get the hell over there to warm up in the corner flag area!"
Kirk paused for a second, then a surge of elation welled up inside him.
First half?
So I'll have a chance to play?
What's going on?!
Kirk ripped off his heavy coat and ran to the sidelines in his short-sleeved shirt.
……
The broadcast director has an extremely keen intuition.
The camera immediately switched to the high knee warm-up area on the sidelines.
In the footage, several Atletico Madrid substitutes are lined up and warming up on the sidelines.
The live stream chat exploded when they saw this scene.
"Holy crap? Am I seeing things?"
"Only thirty-eight minutes! The first half isn't even over yet! Simeone's already calling for the substitutes to warm up?"
"That's such a smug show-off! Does he think the game is completely over and he's ready to clock out early?"
"That's a vicious attack! That old man Simeone is wicked! He completely disregards Real Sociedad!"
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The home team's coaching bench.
Real Sociedad manager Philippe looked at the Atletico Madrid substitutes warming up on the sidelines and was trembling with anger.
His chest heaved violently as he kicked over the plastic water bottle basket at his feet.
Half a bottle of mineral water rolled all over the floor.
"Humiliation! This is blatant humiliation!"
Philip pointed in Simone's direction and began to hurl insults.
"A substitution in the first half? A substitution after 38 minutes? Is he treating us like we're invisible?!"
Philip's eyes were red-rimmed.
This is his home turf! He's only been in office for a few days, and Simeone has already treated him like this, riding on his neck and defecating on him!
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the other side.
Atletico Madrid's command area.
Simone had his hands in the pockets of his black suit trousers, his face extremely serious and cold.
His furrowed brows suggested he was contemplating some extremely profound tactical changes for the second half.
No one around dared to approach and speak to them.
But in fact.
The old man was secretly overjoyed.
He was screaming inwardly, "Li Jing is awesome! You did a fantastic job!"
"This kid is an unreasonable tactical crusher!"
Teaching assistant Burgos glanced at his watch, looked puzzled, and leaned closer in a low voice.
"Boss, are you really planning to replace him now?"
Burgos pointed to Kirk, who had just run past.
"The substitutions in the first half were a bit shaky..."
Simone's facial muscles twitched almost imperceptibly.
He turned his head and glanced at his teaching assistant with a hint of disbelief, as if the boy was hopelessly unteachable!
"Change my ass!"
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"Who makes substitutions in the first half?!"
Burgos was stunned, completely bewildered.
"Then why did you tell them to warm up?"
Simone glared fiercely at his enraged colleague Philippe across from him and said matter-of-factly:
"Of course it's about mindset, you idiot!"
The old man spoke in a serious tone.
"Just tease them and humiliate them a bit."
"I'm not going to make a substitution when the score is 3-1!"
"Aren't they trying to play an attacking game at home?"
"Then I'll show them what absolute despair truly is!"
"This game is about more than just three points!"
Simone clenched his fist in his pocket.
He just wanted to tell the whole of La Liga.
They dare to go toe-to-toe with the current Atletico Madrid.
There's only one outcome!
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The match has reached the 43th minute.
The atmosphere at the entire Anoeta stadium became extremely eerie.
In the first fifteen minutes, Real Sociedad's aggressive high-pressing formation was completely demoralized after Li Jing scored two consecutive unreasonable goals.
The four midfielders who had been arrogantly pressing and pressing near the halfway line were now all lowering their heads and silently retreating to their own 30-meter zone.
No one dared to go up and steal it anymore.
They finally understood that the tall Chinese defensive midfielder wearing the number 13 jersey didn't care about formations or spacing at all.
Going up to grab it is like giving it away.
As the home team retreated to the back, Atletico Madrid's attempts to penetrate forward with through balls were thwarted by the opponent's numerical advantage in densely packed formations.
The situation reached a stalemate for a moment.
The score is currently 3-1.
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Sidelines.
Real Sociedad manager Philippe exhaled a heavy, hot breath.
He turned around, took a dry towel from the assistant coach, and wiped his sweaty forehead haphazardly.
I just threw the towel down.
Philip's eyes suddenly darted to the away team's control area.
He was suddenly stunned.
Next to Atletico Madrid's bench.
The substitutes, including Kirk and Adrian, were still leisurely doing high knee exercises on the sidelines.
They hadn't even unzipped their windproof jackets, they were all bundled up tightly, and they were even whispering and joking with each other.
This doesn't look like they're even remotely preparing to take off their clothes and have someone else take the stage.
Philipp turned his head sharply and stared intently at the Atlético Madrid coaching bench.
Simeone, that old Argentine, was leaning back in his coach's chair with his right leg comfortably crossed over his left.
Holding a wooden gourd cup, he was leisurely sipping mate tea!
He was even pointing at the field and chatting and laughing with his assistant coach Burgos next to him!
"That bastard!"
Philip was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.
He raised his right foot and kicked a piece of mud off the grass next to him.
"He never intended to make any substitutions in the first half!"
Philip pointed in Simone's direction and started cursing at his own assistant coach.
"He deliberately made the substitutes warm up, just to disgust me by putting on this 'clocking out early' act!"
"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"
"Playing tactics is a dirty game!"
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The match has reached the 45th minute.
The first half has entered the final minute of stoppage time.
Atletico Madrid maintained a high-intensity counter-pressing strategy.
Real Sociedad defender Inigo receives the ball on the right side of midfield.
Falcao and Costa attacked him from the left and right respectively.
Iñigo was pressed so hard he had nowhere to turn and shield the ball, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and force a through pass to Griezmann in the attacking third.
The ball had just left the instep of his foot.
A red and white figure glided rapidly along the grass.
Atletico Madrid captain Gabi made an extremely aggressive sliding tackle, his boots firmly intercepting the hasty through ball.
The ball changed direction and rolled forward.
It landed right at Li Jing's feet.
Just the moment Li Jing touched the ball.
Real Sociedad's two defensive midfielders came at full speed from both sides to close in, clearly intending to overpower him physically.
They didn't want to give Li Jing any space to take a long-range shot or pass a through ball.
Li Jing didn't even look down at the ball at his feet.
The positioning, running trajectory, and center of gravity of the surrounding defensive players are all transformed into extremely precise data points and rapidly reconstructed in my mind.
He saw the gap of less than half a meter left when the two opponents double-teamed him.
They also saw that Inigo was positioned far ahead, leaving a huge vacuum zone dozens of meters long behind him.
Short passes are not needed.
There's no need to forcefully protect the ball.
Li Jing flicked his right ankle outward, aiming the instep of his foot directly at the ball.
His right leg muscles tensed up suddenly, and he slammed down violently into the huge open space in front of him!
The ball's speed, like a pass, is aimed at the final destination.
There are no Atletico Madrid teammates with red and white checkered patterns!
Who is it being sent to?
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(P.S.: Sorry I'm a little late today.)
Brothers, there's a problem with the book. It was supposed to go to the second round as usual, but it was pushed down by the bastard from the previous batch who won the revival round and was only 3 readers away from being read.
It's estimated that there will be a second round of revival matches now.
Thank you for helping me catch up on the reading these past few days.
Thank you for your support! I will definitely read it every day!
That's all I'll say.
I'll definitely update like crazy once it's released, thank you!