Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 191 You Can't Play Forward

"Valencia's main central defender was sent off with a red card! Barcelona added a penalty kick!"

Valdano's face was gloomy, and he shook his head again and again:
"There's nothing worse..."

Rivaldo's face was full of excited red light:
"I said long ago that no one can stop MSN, let alone Messi who is in full swing!"
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"How can this be a foul?"

"I hit the ball first!"

"He's flopping!"

Mustafi is still trying to explain to the referee.

However, there is no VAR playback technology in football at this time. Laos listened to his explanation, but his attitude did not change at all. Instead, he pointed to the sidelines coldly:
"Don't waste your time."

Mustafi's expression collapsed in an instant, and with the encouragement of Parejo and Li Polo, he walked to the sideline step by step.

When he came to Nuno's side, he hardly dared to raise his head, and just repeated the explanation just now:

"Coach, I really tackled the ball first!"

Nuno stared at the situation on the field without saying a word, ignoring the player's emotions at all.

Instead, the assistant coach Worro sighed, reached out and patted him on the shoulder:

"Go to the locker room and take a shower, we haven't lost yet!"

After Mustafi got into the player tunnel, the expression on Nuno's face finally became complicated:
"Damn red card, our tactics in the second half... It's all over!"

Wu Luo looked at the head coach with the same mixed feelings.

[Mustafi did affect the team's overall situation because of the red card, but... this can't even be regarded as a player's mistake, after all, the opponent is Messi!
And as the head coach, don't you really need to comfort him? 】
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"Look at this slow-motion replay, Mustafi did tackle the ball first, and then brought Messi down..."

Shen Fangjian curled his lips:

"However, he can only admit that he is unlucky. After all, this is the Nou Camp, and the one he uprooted is the Nou Camp champion!"

Jia Tianning still didn't speak.

He couldn't say that if it wasn't because Suarez was stared down by Li Polo, the football would not have reached Messi's feet, and Mustafi would not have received a red card... right?
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"..."

The whole Camp Nou fell silent.

All their eyes were focused on the home team's penalty area.

Messi, who made the penalty kick, was not responsible for the penalty kick, but handed it over to his teammates.

Neymar stepped on the turf seriously, set the football in place and stepped back.

Laos reminded Domenech a few words, and then blew a short whistle to signal that he could shoot.

Neymar started the run-up with light steps, and then suddenly slowed down one meter away from the football, deliberately trying to disrupt the rhythm and interfere with the goalkeeper's judgment.

Domenech was indeed confused by him. When Neymar kicked the football, Valencia's No. [-] goalkeeper stuck his feet to the goal line and did not move!
However, Neymar deceived the goalkeeper, but not the goal. Like Messi before, he kicked the football on the post!

"Fuck!"

Neymar hugged his head regretfully.

Valdano in the live broadcast room got excited, and immediately dug up the black material of Barcelona players:
"Barcelona got a total of 14 penalty kicks this season, but they wasted 6 times, of which Neymar even made 8 of 4 free throws, only half of the success rate.

Of course I agree that the Brazilian is a genius, but I don't know why Enrique would arrange for him to take penalty kicks! "

He paused for a moment, showing a sudden realization:

"Ah, I see, because Messi is also not good at taking penalties. The Argentine also missed 2 penalty kicks this season!"

Li Polo, who was the first to rush into the penalty area, directly hooked the rebounding ball, turned around and made a direct pass!
Cancelo, who had been informed a long time ago, spread his legs and ran wildly, crossing the center line with the football in one breath!
Enrique, who was still holding the chance of winning just now, was a little impatient.

Because he can see very clearly that apart from Cancelo, Valencia's Figuli, Rodrigo, De Paul, and even Parejo are all advancing rapidly!
Especially that Feguli who is known as the "No. [-] Scud in La Liga". Without the ball, he is almost catching up with Cancelo and Rodrigo even when jogging for two steps!
Alba quickly chased back and tried to knock Cancelo away with his shoulders, but he obviously overestimated his physique a bit-he is 170cm, and he obviously can't hit the 182cm Cancelo!

The Portuguese winger almost carried Alba to the last 30 meters of the Barcelona half, and then sent a half-high ball before losing his balance!

Rodrigo wanted to catch the ball, but Mathieu grabbed his shoulders and couldn't move at all. He could only watch the football slide by in front of him...

But on his left side, Fegulli rushed over and rushed the ball out before Pique made a clearance!
"Feguli broke into the penalty area! Pique failed to block!"

Valdano and Shen Fangjian shouted the same lines almost at the same time:

"Facing the goalkeeper, the King of Valencia's wide kick kicked and shot!"

"The ball went in~~~~~"

"Gooooooooooooooooooool~~~~~~"

Feguli was thrown to the ground by ter Stegen who attacked head-on, but the football under his feet had already flown into the net.

Fei Tianwang, who was lying in the penalty area, waved his fist towards the sky and let out a hearty laugh:
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Rodrigo, DePaul, Cancelo, Parejo and other teammates fell directly from the sky and jumped on him one by one.

Rodrigo, who was almost lip-to-mouth with him, was so jealous that his eye circles were red:
"I'm the starting center forward. Why is it you who scored twice?"
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"Viva! Long live!!!"

Nuno on the sidelines jumped onto Pedro excitedly!
Worrow and Neville Jr. clapped hard!

Uro patted his chest proudly:
"What did I just say? We haven't lost yet!!!"

3: 1!

In the situation where Mustafi was sent off with a red card and the whole team was about to fall into crisis, Valencia instead widened the gap again!
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"..."

Luis Enrique watched everything on the field solemnly, feeling completely uncomfortable in his heart.

God just likes to tease others so much.

One minute ago, Barcelona still had the overall advantage, as if they could turn the tide of the battle in minutes.

But only 1 minute later, the situation returned to the previous one!
No, no, the situation is even worse than before the red card!

Valencia, which lacks one player but has two goal difference, how can they continue to attack Barcelona?

If the opponent is determined to take the bus, how can your own team break through their steel defense?
"Drip, drip, drip~~"

That's the end of the first half! -
"Sorry, Polo, I can't let you play forward."

After returning to the locker room, Nuno was the first to find Li Polo and sent him a sincere apology.

Lee Polo fully understands this:
"I'll play defense, coach."

Nuno was very pleased with the player's understanding. He thought about it and announced his decision directly:

"In the second half, Vizzo replaced Rodrygo."

Although Rodrigo was a bit unwilling to be named, he could only accept the coach's arrangement. After all, the blind can see that Barcelona will launch a full-scale offensive in the second half, and the pressure on the defense will only increase!

Nuno looked at Fuego's situation again:
"How was the first half?"

Fuego shook his head slightly:
"I couldn't keep a close eye on Messi, he was too flexible in his movement."

For his answer, Nuno was not surprised at all. After all, Fuego is a 32-year-old veteran. How could it be possible to completely freeze Messi, who is at his peak?

Nuno nodded and gave his own instructions:
"Don't keep your physical fitness, try to limit his performance."

Fuego nodded vigorously:
"understood."

[Don't keep your stamina, which means...you can be prepared to be replaced at any time! 】

Nuno turned his gaze to DePaul again:

"Drop back to the midfield, don't show mercy to your national team teammates!"

After finally playing a few starts, DePaul immediately puffed up his chest:

"I didn't enter the national team squad for this period, so I don't know him!"

His answer made the originally tense atmosphere relaxed, and made Nuno smile.

The head coach makes the final arrangements:

"In the second half, our tactics were very simple. Everyone stayed within the 25-meter zone, except..."

All eyes were on a big bald man with slightly dark skin.

Figuri grinned, showing a mouthful of big white teeth:

"All you have to do is to clear the siege with your big feet!"

"Counterattack, leave it to me!"

Nuno - clapped his hands:

"That's right, we're going to return to Mestalla with a leading edge, and then get tickets to the final at our home court!"

(End of this chapter)