Chapter 1618 The Power of Red
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 1618 The Power of Red
After the last starting name was announced, the eyes of the 11 players were full of excitement, and the other players who could only sit on the bench naturally had to sigh.
"This is the opponent's home court, and their style of play will definitely be aimed at pleasing their own fans. I think you are also impressed by the first round of the match. Their possession and advancement are completely crushing for us."
Camacho began to speak after everyone's discussion about the lineup was confirmed.
"So, in this game, let's keep it simple, sabotage, sabotage, or sabotage, except for Feng's ball-holding organization and coordination when launching a counterattack, other times, I don't care what method you use, don't let the opponent comfortably hold the ball in our half, alright?"
"understand!"
"Very well, then let me emphasize one more point."
Talking about the team's defensive midfielder 1 and the back line 4 behind him, Camacho's sight came to several midfielders.
"In this game, except for Feng and Wu Ke not participating in the return defense, everyone else should shrink as much as possible when the opponent is attacking. That is to say, when the team's lineup is defending, our formation should be 4411."
The stamp in his hand slid quickly, and Camacho's move was undoubtedly to carry out the defense to the end. His eyes were full of unquestionable majesty, and the other three midfielders nodded repeatedly.
"Then, let's talk about offense, Feng. In this game, we won't have as much space to pass the ball as in the mall game. I need you to find the breakthrough as quickly as possible after you get the ball, or dribble it yourself or pass it to Wu."
His eyes only stayed on Liu Feng alone. What Camacho said at the moment was related to the development of the team's core style of play.
"This kind of opportunity will not be too much. The worst result may be only a few times in the whole game. In any case, you must grasp it. Wu, you are the same. Once the team has a chance to counterattack, whether you can win today's game depends on the two of you."
"Get to know the coach!"
The heavy burden was fully loaded, and even though the bus lineup was arranged for the team, Camacho was not sure whether the team could withstand the Japanese team's smooth offensive advancement without conceding the ball.
Well, this also means that the team may not only need one goal from Liu Feng and Wu Lei in the defensive counterattack, but as the game unfolds, once a mistake occurs, they may need two or three goals to win.
"This is a game that cannot be lost no matter what. In addition to the importance of promotion, I think you also know that if you don't want to be scolded by your compatriots at home again like in the first round, tomorrow is the time for you to work hard!"
"understand!"
With a wave of his hand, the last tactical meeting before the war ended. Camacho turned around and walked out of the meeting room first, while the rest of the team members began to discuss.
Regarding the starting lineup, tomorrow's game, and even the team's opponents, Liu Feng, who was not able to play against his opponents in the last round, knew clearly from his teammates.
Just from captain Li Weifeng's dignified expression, Liu Feng could feel the huge pressure of the team facing the Japanese team.
However, in his recollection, whether in Serie A or the Premier League, he has played against some excellent Japanese players, and the opponents really did not leave him with a deep impression.
Naturally, these words cannot be said in front of his teammates. After Liu Feng joined the team, he has always maintained his temperament in the club. He stood up when he should be fierce, and humble when he should be humble. This is why everyone likes him.
That night, the Chinese team spent the last night in the rented hotel. When the morning light filled Yokohama again, the Chinese team's bus had already driven out of the parking lot.
Outside the Yokohama Stadium, there was already a sea of people at this moment. Countless Japanese fans gathered here. When they saw the bright red bus driving towards here, they immediately made extremely ear-piercing sounds.
In this regard, the Chinese players who wore earphones and played the red song to the maximum in the car said it didn't matter.
Arrived, got off the car, and went to the locker room. The team members quickly began to change their clothes. The tension of the competition made them a little silent, but behind this silence, everyone's mood was still different.
For example, Liu Feng, once again, before the start of this big battle, his heart began to agitate.
Everything that followed was like pressing the fast-forward button, from the locker room into the noisy Yokohama Stadium to warm up and then back to the locker room sweating.
There were loud voices on the field, but they were all given to the Japanese team wearing blue jerseys. Watching the dazzling plaster flags swaying everywhere, when the players returned to the locker room again, there was no need for Camacho to say anything more.
"Today's game~"
"There is no victory without defeat!"
"Roar!!!"
When team captain Li Weifeng took the lead in pushing open the door of the locker room, everyone else rushed into the player tunnel after him.
Although the players from both sides stood side by side in the player tunnel, they did not communicate with each other at all, but there were many curious or hostile eyes on Liu Feng standing behind Li Weifeng.
Liu Feng did not respond to this.
When the on-duty referee of this game indicated that he could enter the field, two long dragons, one red and one blue, stepped into the field.
"CCTV, CCTV, hello viewers, welcome to the seventh round of the 2014 World Cup Asian Qualifier Group B match between the Japanese team and the Chinese team at home. I am the commentator Liu Jianhong."
When Liu Jianhong's voice appeared in front of the fans along with the game screen, the start of the game has entered the countdown.
The captains of both sides conducted coin guessing activities in front of the referee, and finally ended the necessary opening link with Li Weifeng holding the ball and walking to the kick-off point.
"Okay, the Chinese team has chosen the right to kick-off, and our two prides, Liu Feng and Wu Lei, have already stood in front of the kick-off point."
In this game, due to the distinct difference between the home jerseys of the two sides, the Chinese team was able to continue to wear the red jersey for this away game, which gave the players more strength.
"Shhhhhh!!!"
A sharp whistle kicked off the whole game. Wu Lei, who stepped forward to the kick-off point, rolled out the ball, and Liu Feng turned around and gave it to Zheng Zhi, who was in the midfield.
"Okay, the game officially kicked off. The Chinese team began to control the ball in the midfield. Liu Feng quickly retreated to the midfield position after taking the ball. In this game, he is still the core of the team's midfield."
The possession of the ball unfolded in the next moment, but it was not until the possession of the ball lasted for a while that people could clearly see the arrangement of the Chinese team's midfield.
"Oh~, the Chinese team is playing a 451 formation in this game!"
Chapter 2 here!Have you watched the press conference of the Lioness King? I cried... It's too uncomfortable. In 21 years, Barcelona really owed Messi a decent farewell. A generation of legends left like this. I couldn't hold back watching the Lioness King cry...
(End of this chapter)
After the last starting name was announced, the eyes of the 11 players were full of excitement, and the other players who could only sit on the bench naturally had to sigh.
"This is the opponent's home court, and their style of play will definitely be aimed at pleasing their own fans. I think you are also impressed by the first round of the match. Their possession and advancement are completely crushing for us."
Camacho began to speak after everyone's discussion about the lineup was confirmed.
"So, in this game, let's keep it simple, sabotage, sabotage, or sabotage, except for Feng's ball-holding organization and coordination when launching a counterattack, other times, I don't care what method you use, don't let the opponent comfortably hold the ball in our half, alright?"
"understand!"
"Very well, then let me emphasize one more point."
Talking about the team's defensive midfielder 1 and the back line 4 behind him, Camacho's sight came to several midfielders.
"In this game, except for Feng and Wu Ke not participating in the return defense, everyone else should shrink as much as possible when the opponent is attacking. That is to say, when the team's lineup is defending, our formation should be 4411."
The stamp in his hand slid quickly, and Camacho's move was undoubtedly to carry out the defense to the end. His eyes were full of unquestionable majesty, and the other three midfielders nodded repeatedly.
"Then, let's talk about offense, Feng. In this game, we won't have as much space to pass the ball as in the mall game. I need you to find the breakthrough as quickly as possible after you get the ball, or dribble it yourself or pass it to Wu."
His eyes only stayed on Liu Feng alone. What Camacho said at the moment was related to the development of the team's core style of play.
"This kind of opportunity will not be too much. The worst result may be only a few times in the whole game. In any case, you must grasp it. Wu, you are the same. Once the team has a chance to counterattack, whether you can win today's game depends on the two of you."
"Get to know the coach!"
The heavy burden was fully loaded, and even though the bus lineup was arranged for the team, Camacho was not sure whether the team could withstand the Japanese team's smooth offensive advancement without conceding the ball.
Well, this also means that the team may not only need one goal from Liu Feng and Wu Lei in the defensive counterattack, but as the game unfolds, once a mistake occurs, they may need two or three goals to win.
"This is a game that cannot be lost no matter what. In addition to the importance of promotion, I think you also know that if you don't want to be scolded by your compatriots at home again like in the first round, tomorrow is the time for you to work hard!"
"understand!"
With a wave of his hand, the last tactical meeting before the war ended. Camacho turned around and walked out of the meeting room first, while the rest of the team members began to discuss.
Regarding the starting lineup, tomorrow's game, and even the team's opponents, Liu Feng, who was not able to play against his opponents in the last round, knew clearly from his teammates.
Just from captain Li Weifeng's dignified expression, Liu Feng could feel the huge pressure of the team facing the Japanese team.
However, in his recollection, whether in Serie A or the Premier League, he has played against some excellent Japanese players, and the opponents really did not leave him with a deep impression.
Naturally, these words cannot be said in front of his teammates. After Liu Feng joined the team, he has always maintained his temperament in the club. He stood up when he should be fierce, and humble when he should be humble. This is why everyone likes him.
That night, the Chinese team spent the last night in the rented hotel. When the morning light filled Yokohama again, the Chinese team's bus had already driven out of the parking lot.
Outside the Yokohama Stadium, there was already a sea of people at this moment. Countless Japanese fans gathered here. When they saw the bright red bus driving towards here, they immediately made extremely ear-piercing sounds.
In this regard, the Chinese players who wore earphones and played the red song to the maximum in the car said it didn't matter.
Arrived, got off the car, and went to the locker room. The team members quickly began to change their clothes. The tension of the competition made them a little silent, but behind this silence, everyone's mood was still different.
For example, Liu Feng, once again, before the start of this big battle, his heart began to agitate.
Everything that followed was like pressing the fast-forward button, from the locker room into the noisy Yokohama Stadium to warm up and then back to the locker room sweating.
There were loud voices on the field, but they were all given to the Japanese team wearing blue jerseys. Watching the dazzling plaster flags swaying everywhere, when the players returned to the locker room again, there was no need for Camacho to say anything more.
"Today's game~"
"There is no victory without defeat!"
"Roar!!!"
When team captain Li Weifeng took the lead in pushing open the door of the locker room, everyone else rushed into the player tunnel after him.
Although the players from both sides stood side by side in the player tunnel, they did not communicate with each other at all, but there were many curious or hostile eyes on Liu Feng standing behind Li Weifeng.
Liu Feng did not respond to this.
When the on-duty referee of this game indicated that he could enter the field, two long dragons, one red and one blue, stepped into the field.
"CCTV, CCTV, hello viewers, welcome to the seventh round of the 2014 World Cup Asian Qualifier Group B match between the Japanese team and the Chinese team at home. I am the commentator Liu Jianhong."
When Liu Jianhong's voice appeared in front of the fans along with the game screen, the start of the game has entered the countdown.
The captains of both sides conducted coin guessing activities in front of the referee, and finally ended the necessary opening link with Li Weifeng holding the ball and walking to the kick-off point.
"Okay, the Chinese team has chosen the right to kick-off, and our two prides, Liu Feng and Wu Lei, have already stood in front of the kick-off point."
In this game, due to the distinct difference between the home jerseys of the two sides, the Chinese team was able to continue to wear the red jersey for this away game, which gave the players more strength.
"Shhhhhh!!!"
A sharp whistle kicked off the whole game. Wu Lei, who stepped forward to the kick-off point, rolled out the ball, and Liu Feng turned around and gave it to Zheng Zhi, who was in the midfield.
"Okay, the game officially kicked off. The Chinese team began to control the ball in the midfield. Liu Feng quickly retreated to the midfield position after taking the ball. In this game, he is still the core of the team's midfield."
The possession of the ball unfolded in the next moment, but it was not until the possession of the ball lasted for a while that people could clearly see the arrangement of the Chinese team's midfield.
"Oh~, the Chinese team is playing a 451 formation in this game!"
Chapter 2 here!Have you watched the press conference of the Lioness King? I cried... It's too uncomfortable. In 21 years, Barcelona really owed Messi a decent farewell. A generation of legends left like this. I couldn't hold back watching the Lioness King cry...
(End of this chapter)
