mousepad-d2 Chapter 53 This is Part 1 of the tactics!
Chapter 53 This is Part 1 of the tactics!
The chat in the domestic live stream room went into an unprecedented frenzy as the director switched to the top-floor private room!
The screen was filled with dense white text, scrolling so fast that it was impossible to see the whole thing.
The screen was filled with exclamation marks and extremely outrageous speculations, completely obscuring the entire broadcast.
"Holy crap! Holy crap!"
"The principal went to Spain to watch the game himself? What was he doing in Pamplona?!"
"Isn't he involved in esports?!"
"Are you also planning to invest in soccer?!"
This incredibly explosive speculation about a commercial merger has elevated what should have been an ordinary La Liga match to an extraordinary level of attention.
Followed by.
Those die-hard Atletico Madrid fans in the live chat, who had always felt frustrated and constantly getting beaten up, collectively burst into tears of joy.
These longtime fans, who have watched their team put their star players up for sale one by one to pay off debts, are now typing on their computer screens with trembling hands.
"It's a sugar daddy! We're saved!"
"This is a whopping amount! If the principal invests and signs the contract today, we'll finally stop selling our captain and forward every year!"
……
The highest point of the Anoeta Stadium.
The broadcast camera zoomed in with extreme precision, capturing every detail inside the VIP box.
Principal Wang slumped comfortably into that extremely large leather sofa.
He turned his head and reached his right hand directly into the inner pocket of his bespoke suit.
With a flick of the finger.
He pulled out a solid gold Dupont lighter with a very metallic feel and a heavy weight.
Press your thumb against the edge of the metal cap and apply slight pressure.
"bite"!
A crisp, melodious spring-damped sound echoed through the private room.
Principal Wang barely glanced at the players lining up on the grass below; he was simply casually toying with the pure gold lighter in his hand.
Metal flips at your fingertips.
He enjoyed the feeling.
He was just sitting there, and that was enough to send the entire Spanish media into a frenzy.
Of course, he learned this pretentious pose from his dad.
He still prefers to watch the game while eating a hot dog in a secluded spot where no one is watching.
……
At this time.
The lens of the broadcast camera tilted slightly.
Sitting next to Principal Wang was Gil Marin, the CEO of Atletico Madrid, who usually wielded considerable influence and was quite arrogant in La Liga.
The expression on the face of this high-ranking official was extremely interesting at this moment.
The fawning smile he had put on when facing the bigwigs in the business world had completely frozen in place.
But when the players on the field appear.
Instead, a very obvious black line hung down from his forehead.
Within seconds, a dense layer of cold sweat appeared on Marin's nose and forehead.
Even the collar of that expensive shirt was slightly damp with sweat from his anxiety.
……
Marin gripped the bulletproof glass handrails at the front of the VIP box tightly with both hands, cursing inwardly.
This was an extremely fatal communication blunder!
He meticulously arranged this top-tier private box viewing for this scheme involving hundreds of billions of dollars in capital.
They even contacted the broadcasters in advance to ensure they received full recognition at this moment.
But he never dreamed of it.
He had just looked down following Principal Wang's gaze.
What emerged from the stadium tunnel was a group of reserve team fringe players whose names he couldn't even recall!
Marin stared intently at the eleven starting players in red and white jerseys below, his teeth practically grinding to dust.
"Where's Falcao, whom we spent a fortune on?!"
"Where's Gabby?"
"None of them are here!"
"That Argentine madman Simeone, what kind of utterly nonsensical and rubbish lineup did he field in this match!"
Marin turned his head and glanced at Principal Wang, who was still playing with a lighter next to him.
He was so frightened that his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.
"This is Osasuna, the team that just upset Barcelona!"
"If this bunch of useless substitutes get thrashed to zero in front of our big spender today, my entire investment plan will be a complete disaster!"
Marin could no longer sit still.
He suddenly pulled a cell phone from his suit trouser pocket, his fingers trembling as he quickly dialed a number.
……
at this time.
The away team's command area at El Sadar Stadium.
Simone, with his hands in the pockets of his black trousers, was intently watching the positions on the grass.
His dedicated tactical phone, which was in his right pocket, suddenly vibrated violently.
The old man frowned, took his hand out, and glanced at the internal number displayed on the screen.
He is Atlético Madrid's sporting director.
Clearly, Marin's call reached Atlético Madrid's sporting director and then Simeone.
The moment the connection was made.
Marina's roar, utterly shattered by extreme terror, pierced the receiver, sending shivers down Simone's spine.
"Diego! Substitution!"
"Bring Falcao on immediately! Bring on all the starting players!"
"Our esteemed guest is watching this match; we absolutely must win this game! Are you trying to ruin the club by sending in a bunch of substitutes?!"
Simeone listened to this tactical interference that had no bottom line.
His previously tense face was instantly covered with an extremely violent rage.
He didn't care at all that the other person was his boss.
It implies that the CEO, who holds the power of life and death, has made even the slightest compromise.
Simone simply moved the phone an inch away to avoid the microphone's popping sound.
He hurled a torrent of curses into the microphone, his rough, grating voice filled with the sound of sand.
"Are you an idiot?!"
"The game hasn't even started for the first minute, and you want me to use my substitution now?"
"What an amateur idiot would say something like that!"
On the other end of the phone, Marin was still stammering and relentlessly pressuring him with the pros and cons of capital.
But Simone had no patience to listen to the end.
The old man suddenly turned his head, his gaze passing over the sideline, and looked with utmost trust at the back of the number 13 figure on the field wearing the captain's armband.
Li Jingzheng was standing in the center circle.
"No trade!"
"Go to hell with your mother!"
Simone yelled those words in an extremely rude manner, then slammed his thumb down on the red hang-up button on the screen.
He suddenly exerted force downwards with his wrist.
"Bang!"
The iPhone 4s bounced a few times on the ground.
It's not damaged at all.
……
Marin's stunned silence in the box and Simeone's furious outburst on the sidelines.
The red light for the broadcast signal came on, and the picture switched back to the stadium with an extremely smooth cut.
In the BJ studio.
He Wei gripped the fixed microphone on the table tightly, his voice filled with excitement as he introduced the pre-match ceremony.
"Alright, everyone, the camera is now focused on the center of the venue."
"This time, it was Atlético Madrid's captain, Li Jing, who won the coin during the coin toss ceremony."
"He is now standing at the very center of the center circle, with his right foot on the ball."
"The referee is checking his watch, preparing to blow the whistle to start this crucial match!"
Inside the El Sadar Stadium.
Li Jing stood tall and straight behind the ball.
The boos from the nearly 30,000 home fans around the stadium were deafening.
Despite the overwhelming pressure of the noise, Li Jing remained calm.
……
He was thinking.
At this moment, he knew better than anyone just how bad his hand was.
The ten teammates in the starting lineup, except for himself, were all fringe substitutes who usually couldn't even make the roster.
Are you expecting this group of guys, whose footwork is so bad they could plow the ground and whose passing and receiving are all guesswork, to slowly pass the ball around in the backfield and organize an attack?
Just pass your feet a couple more times on this slippery grass.
If Osasuna's midfielders, who can even dispossess Messi, pressure them, they will definitely concede the ball and give the opponent a one-on-one opportunity!
For this substitute lineup.
Taking possession of the ball in positional play is suicidal!
Li Jing's brain was working at lightning speed, arriving at an extremely crazy yet unique tactical logic.
Since they can't hold onto the ball.
Then let's just give up possession of the ball altogether!
The moment the ball was kicked off, the battle was forcibly brought to the opponent's 30-meter defensive zone!
Turn the pressure of defense into a backhand punch in the opponent's face!
Li Jing slightly raised his head.
He didn't even glance at the opposing forwards who were about to pounce on him.
"Beep—!"
The referee, with a metal whistle in his mouth, blew a long, extremely clear whistle.
The competition has officially begun!
The very instant the whistle fell.
Li Jing jerked his right foot back, the studs digging deep into the turf.
Facing the ball in front of him.
Li Jing made no attempt to make any tentative short passes to his teammates.
Instead, he swung his right leg directly.
Facing the ball that was stationary in the center circle, he slammed it up with the instep of his foot with extreme force!
……
"boom!"
A dull thud echoed as the ball exploded in the center circle!
Even the mud and water on the grass were splashed upwards by the enormous impact.
The football transformed into a white blur that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
It is directly in a completely unreasonable and extremely bizarre high-altitude diagonal line.
It went high over the midfield line.
They bypassed the well-prepared Osasuna midfield.
Under the utterly astonished gaze of 30,000 fans in the stadium.
The ball flew into the backfield at high speed and then slammed into the commercial sign on Osasuna's left side, about 30 meters from the goal.
It bounced back with a "bang".
It rolled off the line with remarkable speed and precision.
The game had just started, less than three seconds in.
The kickoff, which was originally controlled by Atletico Madrid, was directly turned into a throw-in in Osasuna's attacking third!
……
This move is absolutely outrageous.
In the broadcast studio in Beijing, He Wei's enthusiastic voice was preparing to continue his commentary.
It got stuck very abruptly.
The commentator, a seasoned veteran who had covered countless top-level matches, stared wide-eyed.
He stared at the monitor screen and instinctively gasped in surprise.
"It went straight out of bounds?!"
"What's wrong with Li Jing? He's not cooperating with his teammates at all!"
"Was the pressure of wearing the captain's armband at the start of the game too great, leading to excessive nervousness and passing errors?"
"That's an incredibly basic, amateurish move..."
"Unprecedented..."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, He Wei realized that what he had said was very foolish.
But He Wei hadn't even finished speaking.
His gaze was fixed on the panoramic God's-eye view that the director had switched to.
He Wei gasped.
on the screen.
The ten substitutes from Atlético Madrid wearing red and white jerseys.
No one was upset or complained about this "mistake".
He didn't even turn his head!
At the very second that the ball left Li Jing's foot and flew high out of bounds.
These ten players.
Everyone swung their arms and crossed the halfway line at full speed like madmen!
They completely disregarded maintaining formation and went straight for a berserk approach.
Instantly, the area where Osasuna was preparing to throw the ball in.
It was completely surrounded, with no room to move!
The formation immediately changed to their preferred one: a pressing formation that surrounded and surrounded the opponent in their own half.
……
He Wei's mind processed the information in a fraction of a second.
He slammed his right hand heavily on the broadcasting table in front of him, and his whole body jolted.
A sudden, profound sense of realization shot straight to the top of my head!
He Wei shouted into the microphone.
"You can do that?!"
"I've never heard of such a serve before!"
"Ladies and gentlemen! This is part of the tactics!"
"Atletico Madrid's depleted squad clearly doesn't want to control possession in their own half!"
"I don't know if this is Simeone's idea or Atletico Madrid's!"
"Simone and Li Jing chose to voluntarily relinquish possession!"
He Wei's voice trembled, but it was extremely penetrating.
"They want to avoid excessive possession, even in the opening minutes, to mask the poor footwork of their substitutes!"
"Simone's tactics are absolutely insane!"
"But I really admire that kind of boldness!"
"The football is round!"
"This is part of the tactics!"
……
at the same time.
The barrage comments on major domestic live streaming platforms were filled with this extremely bizarre start and He Wei's commentary.
They were plunged into an unprecedentedly brutal and chaotic battle.
Countless trolls who had been holding back for so long finally found a way out, and sprang into action, frantically typing on their keyboards to start mocking the trolls.
"That's hilarious!"
"He kicked the ball straight into the stands? This is the Chinese star player in La Liga that you guys keep praising?"
"You can't even do the most basic ball control and short passing?! You've thrown all your fundamentals into the Pacific Ocean!"
"This guy's got the guts to be captain? Atletico Madrid's got no talent!"
But those sarcastic comments had barely passed by.
Followed by.
A large number of players, die-hard fans, and ordinary fans who understood the tactical intent, as well as those who were enlightened by He Wei's commentary.
Immediately, a deluge of comments flooded the bullet screen area.
They directly cornered those mindless trolls!
"Open your dog eyes! Take a good look at the positioning of everyone in the stadium right now!"
"That's what you call voluntarily surrendering possession!"
"Atletico Madrid's substitutes in the backfield have terrible footwork. If they just pass the ball around a couple more times in their own half, and the opponent intercepts it with a high press, it's like handing them a one-on-one opportunity!"
"Li Jing's kick just now skipped the most dangerous transition phase!"
"That's called perfectly maximizing your strengths and minimizing your weaknesses! You know nothing about football!"
"If you can't understand this, go home and do cheerleading. Watching that doesn't require a brain!"
"You're such an idiot watching women's volleyball; you're probably the kind of person whose head is full of superstitious nonsense, right?"
Two extreme viewpoints clashed and clashed wildly in the live chat.
The screen was filled with question marks, analyses, and flame wars.
This amazing tactic is working extremely well now!
It not only confused the opponent.
This caused the adrenaline of all the fans watching on their screens to surge instantly.
Everyone had an extremely strong sense of anticipation for how the game would unfold!
……
Meanwhile, inside the stadium...
Less than half a meter from the edge line.
Osasuna's left-back Beltran.
He had just taken the ball from the caddie.
Then I was stunned.
It won't send at all!
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