Chapter 144 Suarez (Daily Transition) “The pace of the game is getting faster and faster.” "Bartra's ability to advance is not as good as Mascherano's, but his long pass accuracy is higher. His passes can help Barcelona quickly transition through the midfield and directly find MSN." "He's handsome, too." "He has very impressive features and is tall." "She has a very sunny and bright appearance." Bartra was very experienced in handling the ball and adjusting his defensive position on the court. I won’t be bullied by Gao Qi’s fake tendencies like last season. His style is very similar to Morata: Good-looking; A talented defender who is not good at defense; A talented striker who is not good at shooting with his feet.
No trash talk. Bartra is only 22 years old this year and plays a gentle style of football. "Gao, I used to play as a center forward, but then the head coach asked me to play as a center back." “Guardiola?” "Yes, how did you know? It was Pep. He even let me play as a full-back, but I wasn't fast enough." Gao Qi carefully observed the situation in Roma's backcourt. The positions of the two people moved as the formations of both sides moved. Followed by. He quickly returned to defense. There was warm cheering from the stands on all sides. Suarez running. There was no looking back. Swing your heels. The flying football seemed to be controlled by a remote control, and it incredibly drew a small arc behind the Barcelona striker. Bypassed Nainggolan. "It's over!" “It’s a move that can’t be done in the game.” "A miraculous stunt." "A versatile super striker."
"Suarez has eyes all over his back!" "Pick it for Messi!" "Messi!" Roma's defense was tested once again. Benatia decisively chose to block Messi's path with his body. Snapped! In a small space. Barcelona's No. 10 was double-teamed by many people, but he broke out of the siege with just a pull and a dunk. The most rapid stride in the world. Fantastic touch rate. The supporting feet land continuously. Break through the defense line head-on. The Catalan fans cheered hysterically. Even the Roma fans couldn't help but exclaim. The Olympic Stadium echoes with the names of the Argentines. "No cross to Iniesta." "Get to the top of the penalty area!" "Messi!" "It went to Neymar who got into the box." "So far this season, the Barcelona team has hit the post and crossbar 21 times, the most in Europe. This is a terrible statistic." Bah! While receiving the ball, Neymar completed an extremely graceful half-turn. Kick in the air! It seemed like a shot without any power. But it gave the audience a visual experience like an arrow leaving a bow. A fusion of strength and arc. Just right. The Roma net was lifted high. 1:2! ! ! The sound of sighs instantly flooded the green field.
The Catalan fans' faces were full of madness and they screamed hysterically. Enrique was trembling all over. He pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets and raised them high. Neymar did not celebrate, but simply hugged Messi and Suarez and quickly ran back to the center circle. “Another goal!” "Restore hope!" "The South American trident, the cooperation of three people, will break through the Olympics!" "They only need one more goal to get both teams back on the same starting line." "The suspense of promotion is getting bigger and bigger." “The Eternal City is always filled with miraculous moments! The Colosseum at night.” The narrator tried hard to be sensational. Coach Zhang was unable to empathize, but his expression was much more relaxed: Mascherano, who was able to withstand Roma's attack, had left the field due to injury, and the entire formation continued to attack, so Roma had a great chance. Studio. - [I know that with Barcelona's worth and the South American trident, it won't be that difficult to reverse Roma in the Champions League! ] - [I really feel sorry for Roma's goalkeeper. His value will be destroyed tonight.] - 【Keep scoring goals, don’t stop. 】 - 【Barcelona's two defensive midfielders have become center forwards and are fighting for their lives.】 - [The Trident scored another goal, and it was overtime! ] Courtside. Enrique still made no adjustments. He disliked Batra very much. Because young central defenders are the "future" that the previous two coaches valued. “Keep up the momentum.” "We will definitely be able to overturn Olympia and advance!" The other side. Garcia was calm. He pressed his hands down, signaling the teaching assistants not to panic. "Don't worry." "I have the same idea as Gao, Barcelona's midfield and backcourt also collapsed." "Roma will score more goals." Barcelona continued to attack. The two defensive midfielders pushed forward frantically and turned into center forwards. Iniesta acted as a super wingman, covering the South American trident. A violent offensive.
Wave after wave. Slapping the Roma penalty area. Catalan fans became more and more crazy, sometimes cheering and sometimes booing their opponents. Roma fans are also becoming more and more nervous. We can't let Barcelona score any more goals. The issue is. Even the European shield: Juventus, may not be able to withstand the South American trident. Gao Qi’s defense was very active. The air defense advantage was fully utilized in the Roman penalty area. Enrique's Barcelona really knows how to head the ball. Dead ball phase. He communicated with Morata with gestures and rotated the counterattack point. "almost." "Barca's high defensive line is pressing deeper and deeper." The tactical role of a number nine and a half is destined to be unable to disrupt the offensive chain of the South American trident. but. He can create space for Roma's attack. time flies. The scene became more and more intense. The fans of both sides became increasingly tortured. Neutral audiences are in a good mood. 62 minutes. Barcelona created another chance. Alves was near the baseline and made a reverse triangle pass. Suarez just rubbed it. The shrinking Roma defense was unable to block the overhead ball in time. "Alexander Song!" "Header!"
"Hey!" "It's off the mark!" “Almost.” "It's ok." "There's still time, Barca are in control of the game!" Barcelona lost the ball in the frontcourt again. Enrique did not let his Barcelona players strictly implement his "anti-pass" concept. He himself understood that some of his ideas were too advanced. Maybe it really doesn't apply to this era. then. Barcelona launched a counterattack in the frontcourt and quickly returned to defense in the midfield and backcourt. Disconnected again. Stekelenburg hugged the football. I looked up and saw the positioning of the Barcelona defense, it was shit. Obsessive-compulsive disorder occurred. "Red Wolf strikes back." “That’s very irrational.” "The Roma goalkeeper should have laid on the grass to delay the game." "Teams like Bayern, Dortmund, Benfica, Roma and Lazio don't like to waste time after gaining an advantage, which can easily lead to..." "De Bruyne!" De Bruyne dribbled very well. His dribbling statistics during his time in the Bundesliga with Bremen were very good. After joining Roma, the number of times he touched the ball has been significantly reduced. At this moment, he was facing a double-team from Suarez and Iniesta. No show of footwork. Instead, he pragmatically used his strong body to withstand the interference and passed the ball to Balzaretti who came over to support. Forward. Then received the pass from Balzaretti.
Not even looking up. Adjust your posture. Swing your legs. Bah! The Olympic Stadium once again set off a passing trajectory that would "turn". Southern suburbs of Madrid. Bell put away his golf club and looked at the TV screen expectantly. The media always compares Gao Qi and Neymar, or Lewandowski, to the "new peerless duo". but. Mr. Billionaire-Bell, doesn't think so. He is a top student in Southampton's youth training camp. Tactical master. He believes that Gao Qi's violent kicking style and ability to read the defense are comparable to his own. pity. He did not see the violent eating scene on the TV screen. Olympic Stadium. Gao Qi received De Bruyne's pass on the center circle. Prepare to take the first step. Bartra had no tendency to fake and blocked the ball in time. Slow down. Slow down Roma's counterattack. Delaying is what he should do when he is in a high defensive position. "Maradona once said that the essence of dribbling is the center of gravity game." "Gao Qi adjusted his body's center of gravity and lifted his right foot." "I got cheated." "Mancini-style knock!" "Break through the defense!" The audience was shocked! For a moment, the Olympic Stadium seemed to have returned to its golden age. Batra's eyes were filled with despair.
After a season, they faced off again. He keeps improving. He thought he could limit the enemy's accommodation. I didn't expect the other party's progress to be even more exaggerated. The opportunity is here. Barcelona's backcourt is empty. The speed of returning to defense is not as fast as De Bruyne's pass. Even if Gao Qi slowed down after receiving the ball and knocked the ball away from Barcelona's young central defender, Roma still had plenty of space to counterattack. Busquets's brain was racing. He put his arm around Morata's waist and pulled him down. A foul blocked Gao Qi's receiving point. Then he raised his hands wildly and gestured to Pique: Drive Gao Qi to the outside! Pique was not in a daze or distracted. Turn your head to observe the position of the Barcelona goalkeeper. Raise your hands backwards: block the near corner. The whole person rushed quickly towards Roma No. 9 who was like a heavily armored tank. "A competition of speed!" "Foot pedal." "Gao Qi, stop!" "Are you waiting for your teammates? There's no contact point!" "After this stop, it's unrealistic to continue attacking from the front." "Wow!" "This posture?" "Do you want to give me a blind kick?" “32 meters from the goal.” Gao Qi paused. Pique couldn't stop the car. The inside space leaked out.
There is no connection point on the left, right and rear sides. Unable to create space. There is space ahead. Faintly the wolf howl of the Roman totem could be heard. Raise your arms. Swing your legs. Bah! The thunderous sound of the ball made the Catalan fans feel despair. The football flew off the ground. Intense spin. The trajectory drawn in the night sky is like a sharp blade flashing with cold light. Big arc! A deadly arc full of murderous intent! It's strangling the Catalans' hearts! Barcelona can't lose the ball anymore! The strong intention of reversal cannot stop the powerful and domineering shot! "Pinto!" “I can’t hold it!” "In!" "Thunderbolt came out of nowhere!" "Gao Qi scored with a long shot!" "A curved shot 32 meters from the goal!" "The ball speed is as high as 106 kilometers per hour!" “Ascend to the divine stage!” "He used the cruelest way to tell Barcelona who is the master of the Olympics!" "From hell, look up at heaven; from heaven, look down at hell." "The Joys and Sorrows of Humankind" The commentator was incoherent. Coach Zhang breathed a sigh of relief: Barcelona’s high defense line has completely collapsed, and the truly cruel score has not yet come. The score at the top of the screen becomes 2:2! A battle of life and death.
How many more goals does Barcelona need to score in the remaining game time to advance? Studio. Barrage flying. - [The momentum that a strong person should have! ] - 【handsome! 】 - [He knocked the ball and changed direction to crush Bartra, dribbled the ball and stopped suddenly to shake Pique, and shot from a long arc to break Pinto. It was a one-man show. 】 - [The pace is too fast.] - [I think it’s not over yet, maybe there will be another goal! ] - [Gao Qi wants to defeat Barcelona! 】 - [Yes, no matter how strong the MSN South American trident is, it can’t make up for the high defense line. ] - [Busquets got a card. I don’t know whether I should praise him or criticize him. He predicted the situation very accurately, but sometimes his methods were too low-class.] - [General players really can't invade the opponent's other receiving points in advance at the starting position of the counterattack. Busquets' tactical thinking is top-notch. ] Batra was in tears. Pique pretended to be calm and avoided the crowd, picking his nose. Pinto put his hands on his hips, looking melancholy. What can we do? Gao Qi's long shot went in. Suarez was a little anxious, picked up the football and ran to the center circle. Due to his childhood experience, he had a strong desire to win, which would not turn into anger, but would be reflected in other ways. For example: biting. In the away stands, Catalan fans seemed to be under a silence spell. Enrique pounded the grass in frustration. He was helped up by the teaching assistant. "impossible." "Barca can't be eliminated like this." "There is still hope for advancement." Roman Command Area. Gao Qi hugged the coaching staff and substitute players together. Not wallowing in joy. Garcia quickly took out the tactical board and everyone gathered in a circle: "Barca put too many resources into attacking." "They controlled the ball, but they didn't control the game." “There are only two people on the high line of defense.” “A lot of the time there’s only one person.” "Don't think too much." "The more concise the transition offense is, the better. They can't defend it." This scene. De Bruyne can't help but think of Bundesliga-Mainz: their head coach Tuchel would seize every dead ball phase in the game to hold an "emergency wartime meeting" for the players. The Eternal City. The joys and sorrows of tens of thousands of people are constantly intertwined.
Barcelona attacked aggressively. The fragile high defense line was exposed, and Roma had many opportunities to counterattack. Simple and direct. Long pass. Find Gao Qi! Mascherano, who was in the emergency room, wanted to slap himself when he saw the game turn into this situation. Is there any way? no solution anymore. The total score was two goals behind. There's only a little time left. Barcelona's resource weight cannot be tilted towards the backcourt. We must rely on the attack of the South American trident to create hope of advancement. 72 minutes. Changes occur suddenly. "Roma's counterattack failed." “But we got a corner kick opportunity!” "Stroman, come to the corner!" "Everyone in Barcelona's penalty area is in chaos!" "pretty." "Batla's blocking." "Suarez is very active in returning to defense and is a model of a modern center forward" The narrator suddenly paused. The close-up sound equipment made a strange sound. The director's camera moved outside the penalty area. Suarez stood on tiptoe, stuck his head out, and bit Gao Qi's shoulder. "." The whole audience was stunned. The Catalan fans in front of the TV were stunned! Ruined.
Barcelona, who were two goals behind, were about to receive a red card. (End of this chapter)