Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 64 No One Knows Offense Better Than Me
"Good job, guys!"

Entering the locker room with a score of 2:0, Adrey praised his disciples:
"Southampton now has one less player. The halftime break must be adjusted, and there is a high probability that they will need to make up for the number of defenders, so their frontcourt pressure is bound to weaken. This will become our opportunity. If we can play again in the first 15 minutes Score a goal and expand the score to 3:0, Southampton will 100% recover from it!"

Looking at the smug head coach, Akinfenwa didn't dare to disturb his interest, but murmured in a low voice:
"3:0? Isn't that the most unsafe score?"
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The 15-minute break passed in the blink of an eye, and the two sides returned to the game.

Adrey, who had just sat on the seat, only took a look, and couldn't help straightening his back:
"What kind of substitution adjustment is this?"

Koeman did change, but his main central defender Alderweireld did not replace Bertrand, who was mediocre in the first half, but left back Targett.

Cox also frowned:
"Is he going to make Bertrand retreat?"

Anyway, Bertrand often played left back at Chelsea, and after retreating, he still had a complete four-back defensive system.

But when the game restarted, they were surprised again:
Bertrand... no retreat!
Koeman directly gave up the formation of four backs and changed to three backs! -
No one knows how to attack better than Koeman - at least within the confines of this stadium.

As the absolute main force of the Dutch Total Defense era, although Koeman was a defender in the player era, he scored more than 613 goals in 250 career games!
Such numbers not only make other so-called "knife guards" feel ashamed, but even make most forwards pale in comparison.

After all, in that ancient era, an average of 0.5 goals per game and 20 goals in a single season would be praised as a "super striker" and "goal machine", not to mention that he is just a defender!
Such a football superstar undoubtedly understands the ball better than Adelaide.

The reason why he insisted not to complete the defense line is actually very simple:
Southampton, which is two goals behind, needs to attack!
At the same time, he is also confident that with Southampton's overall strength, he can completely overwhelm his opponent and play for 45 minutes!

As long as the rhythm is fully grasped and Wimbledon is unable to attack, what difference does it make if one's defense is three defenders or one defender! -
At the beginning of the second half, Southampton launched a fierce attack from the first second. They had to take advantage of the negative impact of the numerical disadvantage to narrow the score gap as soon as possible.

Although there are some accidents beyond Adre, his team is not a fool, and they gave up the tactics formulated by the midfielder without his order.

The opponent is attacking so fiercely, let's defend this wave first!
I have to admit that Mane, such a big killer, is a lawless existence among a group of League Two players.He doesn't need the extraordinary skills of Messi, Neymar, Hazard, and Robben. He just needs to throw his legs away and use his speed to make Wimbledon's two defenses fall on their backs!

After only 12 minutes of playing, Liger and Smith received yellow cards one after another, especially Mane's main target, left back Smith, who is already 31 years old and his physical fitness is far behind the 22-year-old Senegalese monster forward. He still felt a little powerless.

Adrey had to give an order to let the backup defender Kennedy start warming up and be ready to replace Smith at any time.

Southampton can play back three, but Wimbledon can't!
In the 59th minute, just as Kennedy started warming up, the situation on the field changed unexpectedly.

Southampton, who had been besieged for 15 minutes, passed the ball back to the midfield, and Mane no longer forced forward. It seemed that he wanted to rest his legs after sprinting for a long time.

Wimbledon did not immediately relax its vigilance. Only Akinfenwa and Reeves ran after the opponent's ball holder for a few steps, symbolically interfering.

After going around for half a minute, the football came to Bertrand's feet again. Fuller, who had nothing to do, quickly pulled himself together and rushed towards his defensive target.

Li Polo shook his head, and moved a few steps to the right to prevent the opponent from taking the opportunity to attack Fuller's back. He has played a defender for several years, and he still has this positional awareness.

But his worries were obviously superfluous.

Bertrand was really not very competitive. Under Fuller's one-on-one pressure, as the "Champion League Champion", he not only failed to break into the penalty area, but retreated again and again. In the end, he could only half-turn his body and use his butt to hold Fuller , Only then did he protect the ball in front of him.

"Damn! You are hatching eggs!"

Fuller, who was a little proud in his heart, cursed and waved to Francon who was closest to him, motioning to steal the ball from the front.

Francon didn't hesitate, and rushed over directly, but just as he got within three meters, he saw Bertrand suddenly flicked his ankle, and even passed the football!
Everyone was stunned!

When Bertrand passed the ball, Lee Polo's sight was completely blocked by his and Fuller's bodies, so he couldn't see his movements clearly.When the football flies out, even activating the plug-in will have no effect!

What's more, in order to fill in for Fuller, Lee Polo moved a few meters away, and now... there is only Phillips in front of the goal!
Bertrand's pass just rolled into the penalty area!
Shane Lang, who had been suppressed for an entire hour, started instantly, took a stride to meet the passing route, and volleyed without making any adjustments!
He is not as good as Phillips in terms of height and jumping, but if it is only in terms of explosive speed, Phillips is far inferior to him!
Xie A's reaction was already fast, but there was still nothing he could do about this shot!
1: 2!

Southampton recovered a goal! -
"Humph."

Ronald Koeman shook his fists as a celebration.

He turned back to his seat and said to the assistant coach and his own big brother Erwin Coman:
"I've said it a long time ago, this fellow Bertrand still has something to offer. He's not just a crowd-pleaser at Chelsea."

Erwin nodded and smiled:
"Just play like this, we can tie the game!"

Koeman's face is full of confidence:
"Not just an equalizer, we have to resolve the battle within 90 minutes!"

——In the League Cup system, a tie within 90 minutes will directly enter the penalty shootout. No mature coach will pin their hopes on this kind of game with a gambling mentality.
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Although the right to kick-off was on Wimbledon's side, they only passed three kicks before being intercepted by the morale-boosting Southampton.

High-position pressing and wide-range running are the core essence of Dutch football total defense. Koeman is also instilling his football philosophy into this Saints.

After completing the steal, the possession of the ball was quickly transferred to Mane. This time, the Senegalese monster front who took a rest for 2 minutes once again completely suppressed the left side of Kuangbang!

Smith, who was hit by him for an hour, couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all, and even a foul couldn't stop Mane from rushing into the penalty area!

Fortunately, Mane still has some "happy football" DNA in his finishing kick. The football didn't even hit the goal frame, and it flew directly into the stands, making Xie A, who was close at hand, break out in a cold sweat.

"Swap, change!"

Adrey didn't want to wait any longer, and immediately pushed the energetic Kennedy up.

Smith returned to the bench in frustration. He obviously played only 62 minutes, but he was exhausted, even more tired than playing 90 minutes in the league.

"That guy is not a human! It's an animal!"

Looking at Mane who was still alive and well on the court, he spat viciously and wrapped himself in a thick down jacket angrily.

A thought jumped out of my mind uncontrollably:
[Maybe... I'm really old? 】
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Smith, 31, quickly came out of his depression.

Because he was "gratified" to see that Kennedy, who replaced him, sat on the ground with a split when defending Mane for the first time...

The corners of his mouth even turned up.

In order to avoid being criticized for "gloating", he immediately launched a personal attack on Mane:

"That animal must have been drugged!"
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"Are you OK?"

Phillips pulled Kennedy up from the edge of the box.

Mane's breakthrough just now was still extremely threatening. If he hadn't stretched his foot to block it in advance, Mane's pass would have leaked from his defensive area to the goal!

Shane Lang, who is eyeing the tiger in the penalty area, will not let go of this opportunity!
"It's okay..."

Kennedy gasped heavily, and glanced at Mane with lingering fear:
"This bastard... is too fast!"

Phillips nodded slightly, and reminded again:
"Stuck in the penalty area, let him go to the bottom, don't blindly go up and grab!"
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As the game entered the last half hour, the physical fitness of the players on both sides accelerated, but the rhythm on the field did not drop too much.

In the 72nd minute, after another cross was cleared, Mane couldn't help becoming anxious.

Having just landed in the Premier League, he only has the killing move of blasting from the side. The effect of cutting inside shots is far less than that of Robben, who is also a winger. What's more, the opponent has hoarded a heavy defense at the front of the penalty area. Hit this wall of people.

"Sand sculpture! Sand sculpture!"

He suddenly heard someone calling his name from the sidelines.

Looking back, I saw coach Koeman stretching out his hands, gesturing the latest tactical intentions in the air.

Mane was lost in thought:
[What does this horse riding mean? 】

The Senegalese winger who has been playing in Ligue [-] before can only say hello and curse in English. Even if Koeman communicates with him face to face, he may not be able to fully understand...

The game restarted, and Wimbledon's offensive had just crossed the center line before being stopped by the opponent.

Although Southampton only has three defenders, the partnership between Alderweireld and Jose Fonte is surprisingly reliable. Portuguese veteran Fonte had the last laugh in a direct conversation with Akinfenwa , to top out Rigg's overhead pass.

Reeves, who succeeded in anti-offside, made an empty shot. Alderweireld controlled the landing point of the football before Porter, and then made a trip forward, driving straight in from Wimbledon's midfield!

Adrey couldn't help but jumped up:

"Three defenders...does he dare to drive forward with the ball?"

No one could answer his question. Wimbledon's defense was already retreating quickly, but the tall and long-legged Belgian defender seemed to be one step faster!
Just as Boorman was about to fill his position on the right, he saw Alderweireld make a long pass to the right!

Still Mane!

Mane didn't try to cut inside again this time, but resolutely went to the bottom and swept the pass in front of the goal!
The young Kennedy didn't even make a sliding shovel, and Phillips, whose legs were already heavy, obviously had no time to make a clearance.

Only Lee Polo, who stayed at the end, stretched out his right foot before Shane Lang!
With [Eagle Eye], he is one step faster than his opponent!
[Negative emotions from Shane Lang, +5! 】

The Saints striker just had a wave of anger, but he couldn't be angry in the next second.

The low ball from Mane touched Li Polo's toes, then turned 90 degrees, and flew directly into the goal!
2: 2!

With Lee Polo's own goal, Southampton equalized in the 73rd minute!

Shane Long glanced at the sweaty young defender, smiled and extended his hand to him:

"Boy, thank you!"

(End of this chapter)