Antonio's man almost rushed to the net at the same time as the ball, and then he picked up the ball and ran quickly to the center circle.

There was no celebration, no speech, or even no teammates to go up to express their congratulations. If the referee's hand was not pointing to the center circle, the fans in the stands would even wonder if the goal was invalid. Only Barr, who was far away in Madrid, stared at Antonio on the screen and ran to the center circle with his eyes. He had not seen the team take such a move for a long time: this may mean that they have not given up yet?

In the 53rd minute of the second half, Atletico Madrid, who played away, finally scored a goal. The score became 1:3.

Finally it's not that ugly.

Lin Sen took a look at the score on the scoreboard above the court. There was still half an hour left, and nothing was possible!

Pellegrini was still sitting in the coach's seat. At this time, he was communicating with his assistant coach. Soon, he reacted: substitution.

No. 3 Josemi replaced No. 17 Wenta.

Lin Sen's eyes twitched, and he almost forgot that not only was there an old fox on the field, but there was also a vixen off the field. How could Pellegrini not know where the problem with his team was? It was just this reaction, the speed of substitution, and the only comfort, perhaps, was that Josemi's condition did not seem to be very good, and there was a transparent over his head.

If you replace an old guy, there are three old guys. If you have the ability, you will change them. Lin Sen said in his heart.

Lin Sen didn't know that Pellegrini really wanted to replace the entire defense line. As the head coach, he knew very well, where his team's life was. This grandfather-level defense line would have problems sooner or later. But although it was not too late to build the team, Villarreal was not an old-fashioned strong team. He had a full plan. The yellow submarine, which entered the La Liga for the first time in history in 1998, had even less than ten years in La Liga. It was able to go from a La Liga rookie in such a short time.

The second in the league today is certainly amazing, but this does not mean that the club is the second in La Liga. Not to mention Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​even Atletico Madrid, which is almost in the water, is not comparable to their heritage. Of course, the so-called heritage is simply the transfer fee for the head coach, in short, to put it. Pellegrini's small budget has been all in the midfield, which is the core position of his tactical thinking. However, in this way, he must make some sacrifices in other positions.

Next season, there will be improvements next season. This is the sorrow of the mid-range team. Pellegrini found that the most he said last season was also the sentence he said most, always betting on next season, and then, he always finds that the already complete position will always lose important players when the transfer period arrives, and then, he has to turn his attention back.

Pellegrini looked at Lin Sen who was standing on the sidelines and suddenly felt a little envious. Of course, in just a moment, he was immediately full of confidence. Not everyone could bring the yellow submarine to his current position. He had proved that he was an excellent coach. Next, he just needed an opportunity, a better opportunity than Lin Sen.

Both sides were too stuck, Fernandez tried to drive the ball and forcefully break through the middle. Rossi even swam between Atletico Madrid's two central defenders early, ready to respond at any time, but Raul Garcia and Jurado joined forces to break his ball. Raul Garcia, who broke the ball, looked up and wanted to find Maxi. Until now, Atletico Madrid's offensive has been mostly concentrated on the right, and the left side is a corridor composed of two full-backs, and more energy is spent on defense, although Antonio just scored a goal.

Defensive counterattacks are all about speed. Once the speed slows down, when the opponent completes the defense, there will be no basis for counterattacks.

As soon as Raul Garcia looked up, Villarreal responded quickly. Senna subconsciously moved to the left wing of his side, ready to assist Capdvilla in completing this defense. At the same time, Villarreal's defense line instantly tilted to the left. Even Venta, who had just been on the court, began to enter the penalty area at any time to assist the two central defenders.

The ball was indeed passed to Maxi Rodriguez.

Captain Atletico, who had already assisted in this game, took a look at the front after receiving the ball, and pushed forward without hesitation, regardless of the many obstacles set by the opponent.

Seeing that Maxi was indeed preparing to attack from the wing, Villarreal's defensive center of gravity was even more tilted. This time, Venta ran directly into the penalty area in the middle.

This is what I'm waiting for!

Maxi suddenly raised his foot and passed the ball directly from the right wing to go over the heads of everyone in the middle, and found Antonio who had been inserted into the left wing.

Antonio looked up and saw that there was not even an ant in front of him, so he stopped the ball three meters away. If he hadn't been too confident in his footwork, he would have wanted to stop the ball ten meters away. Anyway, the opponent must have been better than him. He dribbled the ball and broke through, so how could he run without the ball?

Villarreal's entire defense line woke up like a dream: Is this fucking attacking the east and west?!

Pellegrini couldn't sit still now: his team's right side was too open! He almost gave up the entire depth of the right side. Antonio could even run to the edge of the penalty area and pass the ball comfortably.

Stay stable!

Linson saw the green light on Antonio's head and also saw Fran who was quickly approaching the opponent's goal.

Pass the ball!

When Lin Sen almost shouted in his heart when he saw Fran was already on standby in front of the opponent's goal, but no central defender had formed an effective close-fitting defense against him.

Antonio seemed to hear Lin Sen's roar, and the ball drew an arc from his feet and directly found Fran. Fran took a step back, then jumped high, exerted force from his waist, and smashed the ball heavily on the incoming ball.

"Diego……………………………”

When Fran's head hit the football, the commentator's voice began to stretch. It was a textbook header. There seemed to be no reason to fail to make a move at such a close distance, but another person asked him to hold back the long voice.

Diego Lopez made a world-class save, his fingertips barely hit the football, and then slightly changed the direction of the football.

The ball hit that dead corner again!

It's exactly the same as at the beginning.

"Drive out quickly!"

Diego Lopez hadn't even let his body land. When he saw that the ball hit the goal and rebounded was not outside the field, the voice was already roaring out of his throat.

It's too late!

Maxi Rodriguez!!

Maxi, who had just been taken seriously and was suddenly given up, rushed to the goal with a light click. The ball changed direction again and flew gently into the goal.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…AL…” The commentator who had just almost suffered internal injuries was finally able to let go of his throat freely.

2:3!

Maxi, who scored the goal, raised his arm high and was soon surrounded by his teammates...

The Love Song Stadium was silent, and the cheers of the few Atletico Madrid who were still on the stadium were particularly harsh at this time. Yes, their team was still ahead, but the game was no longer without suspense.

Maxi, who finally escaped from the clutches of his teammates, slowly ran back to the half of the game along the sideline. When passing the Atletico Madrid coaching seat, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon raised his hand high. Lin Sen, who was standing on the sideline, smiled slightly and raised his left hand.

A very ordinary high-five.

Lin Sen knew that he had burned hundreds of millions of brain cells and arranged a tactic that he finally won the recognition of Atletico Captain.

Pellegrini did not return to the coach's seat. He stood on the sidelines, his face serious, as if he was thinking about the goal he had just lost.

The lineup and formation sent by Lin Sen allowed Pellegrini to easily read Atletico Madrid's routine, defending from the left and attacking from the right. After more than an hour of the game, Atletico Madrid has always been this routine. However, what happened just now? It was just an occasional attack between the players? What if Lin Sen let his team pave the way for this offense for most of the game?

Pellegrini would rather believe it was the former. Otherwise... Pellegrini suddenly turned his head and looked at Lin Sen, but found that Lin Sen was also looking at him. As soon as the two of them touched their eyes, Lin Sen showed a shy smile.

Shy? Pellegrini suddenly felt a little tooth pain.

The game continues!

"Damn Peña, I can't even grab such a ball. What the hell did you do last night?" In the bar, a bald fan threw his beer heavily on the table, splashing the table with hops.

"Damn it." Frank looked at the wine glass with distress, turned his head and gritted his teeth and cursed, "Tuck! You must break the third wine glass tonight. I will let you roll back with your bald head!"

"There's no time." Seeing Frank get angry, Tucker said angrily, "I finally saw some hope."

"What do you think?" Frank, who was angry, quickly walked to Barr, but his eyes were always on the TV screen above.

Perhaps no one expected that the game would actually turn into what it is now. Atletico Madrid, at 0:3, has played the best momentum in recent games. It seems that there are even signs of equalization, but as the game time gradually decreases, the equalization goal has not arrived for a long time.

"It's hard to say." Barr's attention was also completely attracted by the game. "The physical fitness of both sides has dropped very well. It depends on who can survive to the end now."

Invisibly, both of them had ignored the bet they had made before.

Lin Sen, who had taken off his coat, was counting the time. Just now, he played his trump card: he replaced Jurado with the young player Camacho. Then, he pushed the tall Raul Garcia into the frontcourt and handed the team's most critical midfielder position to Camacho alone.

2:3 is losing, 2:4 is also losing. Of course, you have to give it a try.

Linson doesn't mind creating a realistic version of one-goal fame. If Camacho, who played for Atletico Madrid's first team, could seize the opportunity. When Camacho was on the court, Linson could clearly see the light in Cork and De Gea's eyes.

At this point of the game, physical fitness has become the most direct decisive factor. Pellegrini has replaced both Pire and Thomasson and replaced two defensive players. The intention of defending the last few minutes is very obvious. Atletico Madrid, according to Lin Sen's intention, the ball will be directly opened to the frontcourt, with Fran at the front and Raul Garcia at the top, and Lin Sen's intention is also very obvious. Since both defenses have no physical strength, let the game be carried out simply and directly. As for whether it looks good or not, that is what the fans consider.

The people on the court were tired, and the fans in the stands were very energetic. Whenever Atletico Madrid launched a long pass, there would always be a harsh booing on the love song stadium. Lin Sen found that he was a little nervous, and his body seemed to be shaking with the beating of his heart. He subconsciously squatted down, making his body tremble less obvious, and then stared at the stadium with two bright eyes.

The game entered stoppage time, and Atletico Madrid still lag behind 2:3.

Camacho took the ball from Perea, and without thinking, he directly passed it to find the highest point you could see in front of him. Raul Garcia spread her arms and stuck Senna tightly behind him. She was about to stop the ball with her chest, and at the same time, a voice came from beside him.

Hey! Here!

The person who spoke was Fran. Fran, who should have been in front of him, had already run to his rear at some point, and there was no one guarding him. Villarreal's defensive player was no longer willing to leave his position easily and directly built a defensive wall in the penalty area.

Raul Garcia headed the ball and flew towards Fran.

As soon as he clicked the ball, Garcia saw that Fran had raised his legs high, slightly sideways his upper body, spread his arms, and his movements were extremely stretched!

Is this going to shoot directly?!

As soon as Raul Garcia flashed through her mind, she saw the trajectory of the ball falling towards the opponent's goal like a straight line.

When Diego Lopez saw the ball, the ball had already come to his eyes. The dense back line was originally his best protective wall, but now it has become a pitfall line that hinders his sight.

No need.

Diego Lopez himself was powerless to stop the shot, so he could only pray for the post to appear again.

But this time, the door post was also tired.

“D－I－E－G－O……………………FOOOOOOR……LAN!!”

The commentator's sensational long tone resounded through the entire bar again, and countless wine glasses were thrown into the air. The beer seemed to have poured out a pouring rain in the bar. In the big screen in the air, the camera was suddenly given to the sidelines: the amateur coach who had rolled up his sleeves stood up, his legs were arched, his body was tilted back, and his arms were raised high, clenched his fists, and his arms were dancing wildly!

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Chapter completed!