Chapter 460 Angry Conte
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 460 Angry Conte
When the ball was sent into Piacenza's goal by Miccoli, the home fans naturally burst into cheers.
The players of the entire Palermo team also showed excitement for the first time after the start of the game.
Pastore and other teammates, who reported the assist, swarmed and carried Miccoli back to their own half. They waved and interacted with the fans as they walked back, completely ignoring the depressed Piacenza team after losing the ball.
"What are you doing? Cheer me up!"
In the half-time in Piacenza, Conte's loud roar was so prominent in the quiet atmosphere, the players who conceded the goal could only listen to their coach's reprimand with trepidation at the moment.
From the beginning of the game to this moment, the entire Piacenza team felt that they were dying slowly. Palermo completely brought the game into its own rhythm after the opening 10 minutes and did not give Piacenza any chance.
After Piacenza's midfielder and striker got stuck, even if Liu Feng ran to the right position, it was difficult for either Nainggolan or Ganso to send the ball over. Piacenza's offense often progressed to the hinterland of Palermo's half, and it was difficult to take a step forward.
In the more than 40 minutes of the game, the Piacenza team only had three shots, and two of them did not hit the goal frame.
The only kick was that Liu Feng seized a mistake in the pass from Palermo's midfielder and seized the opportunity to shoot the ball towards the goal.
And that shot was directly punched out by Rubinho, who finally had a chance to make a save.
Sometimes the despair is not that there is no success, but that there is no hope of success. The reason why Piacenza's momentum is so sluggish after being scored is because Palermo's performance makes them find no loopholes.
After the re-kick-off, the Piacenza players completely lost control of their tactics. They stuffed the ball at Liu Feng's feet again and again, regardless of whether Liu Feng's position at that time had a chance to pose a threat.
Facts have proved that even if the king of the ball is reborn, it is impossible to beat a team.
In the remaining time of the first half, Liu Feng received the pass from his teammates four times, constantly trying to dribble and cooperate with his teammates to hit the wall twice. The most successful one was just to take the ball to the top of the arc in the penalty area and shoot a hastily long shot under the attack of three defensive players.
This one-man attack without a sense of rhythm did not help Piacenza regain the score. When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half, the score remained at 1:0, and the home team still maintained a one-goal lead.
"Where is your relaxed attitude before the game? Tell me what you were doing the whole first half!"
In the Piacenza locker room, Conte had already turned on the blower mode. He kept wandering among the players who were sitting upright, loudly reprimanding them for their slackness on the field. When he came to Scarpelli, the poor young central defender even felt the coach's saliva sprayed on his face.
"Don't always give the ball to Feng. He is not a machine. He needs to rest and breathe. You can't always rely on your captain to solve problems!"
In Conte's view, the team exposed almost all the problems of last season in just one half. It is a good option to hand the ball to Liu Feng when the problems cannot be solved, but this does not mean that all problems need to be solved by Liu Feng. He is very dissatisfied with the blindness of the players after the re-kick-off.
"The opponents really like to see you make this choice, because then they only need to see Sifeng alone, look at his jersey, look!"
The eyes of the players looked at Liu Feng following Conte's voice, and saw that Liu Feng, who was wearing a white jersey for the away game in this game, was covered in a mixture of green and black. Obviously, he was greeted by Palermo's defense in the first half.
"Now, everyone listen to me!"
Pulling over the tactical board beside him, Conte waved his hand and took out a pen.
"In the second half of the game, Paul and Racha exchanged positions. Racha, you don't need to follow the opponent's midfielder anymore. Go up to me and use your body to greet the opponent's players. I need you to help the team break the situation!"
"Good coach!"
"Paul, your confrontation ability must be quickly improved to me. I don't want to see you being knocked out of the way by the opponent when you are in a slightly average state. In the second half, you will most likely use your dribbling skills to help the team control the ball more."
"Understood the boss." Sitting next to Liu Feng, Gan Suo, who was no cleaner than Liu Feng, nodded. Hearing Conte's words, he was still in secret palpitations about the brutal treatment he received in the first half. It was not until today that he understood the meaning behind Serie A's defense.
"As for Cassia and Liu Feng, you two continue to stay in the opponent's half, and you don't need to come back to participate in the defense. I hope that when opportunities arise, you can seize them instead of letting them disappear!"
"understand!"
When the team has few offensive opportunities, the striker's goal conversion rate has become a very critical factor. Although he knows that such a requirement is unreasonable, Conte still hopes that if the team still has few opportunities in the second half, Liu Feng and Cassia can seize very few opportunities to help the team change the situation.
"Okay, I'll say it again, if you're still playing the same cringe game in the second half as you were in the first half, I'm going to rethink your positioning in the team."
Throwing the pen into the box of the tactical board with a snap, Conte turned around and glanced at the players, then sat aside and stopped talking.
Looking at the serious expression of the coach, the team members didn't think Conte was joking. After understanding what the main position meant, they finally became nervous, writhing uneasy in their seats, obviously worried that they would really be taken off the starting list by Conte.
For a while, a tragic atmosphere began to slowly spread in the Piacenza locker room.
"Hello, please prepare to enter."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door and a reminder from the staff, and the short intermission had come to an end.
"We didn't come here to go away to lose a game in a sluggish way."
Captain Liu Feng fought immediately. When the coach was in a fit of anger, he was obliged to cheer for the team: "I don't think anyone wants the opponent to underestimate him. So, in the second half, if you don't want to shame the flag of Piacenza Wolves, show me your best form!"
"clear!"
"we are?"
"Wolf! Roar! Roar! Roar!"
"Boom!"
Pushing open the door of the locker room, the Piacenza team strode forward to the players' tunnel instead of the sluggishness when they stepped into it.
Chapter 1 here!Happy New Year to everyone in advance, Chapter 2 will be brought later.
(End of this chapter)
When the ball was sent into Piacenza's goal by Miccoli, the home fans naturally burst into cheers.
The players of the entire Palermo team also showed excitement for the first time after the start of the game.
Pastore and other teammates, who reported the assist, swarmed and carried Miccoli back to their own half. They waved and interacted with the fans as they walked back, completely ignoring the depressed Piacenza team after losing the ball.
"What are you doing? Cheer me up!"
In the half-time in Piacenza, Conte's loud roar was so prominent in the quiet atmosphere, the players who conceded the goal could only listen to their coach's reprimand with trepidation at the moment.
From the beginning of the game to this moment, the entire Piacenza team felt that they were dying slowly. Palermo completely brought the game into its own rhythm after the opening 10 minutes and did not give Piacenza any chance.
After Piacenza's midfielder and striker got stuck, even if Liu Feng ran to the right position, it was difficult for either Nainggolan or Ganso to send the ball over. Piacenza's offense often progressed to the hinterland of Palermo's half, and it was difficult to take a step forward.
In the more than 40 minutes of the game, the Piacenza team only had three shots, and two of them did not hit the goal frame.
The only kick was that Liu Feng seized a mistake in the pass from Palermo's midfielder and seized the opportunity to shoot the ball towards the goal.
And that shot was directly punched out by Rubinho, who finally had a chance to make a save.
Sometimes the despair is not that there is no success, but that there is no hope of success. The reason why Piacenza's momentum is so sluggish after being scored is because Palermo's performance makes them find no loopholes.
After the re-kick-off, the Piacenza players completely lost control of their tactics. They stuffed the ball at Liu Feng's feet again and again, regardless of whether Liu Feng's position at that time had a chance to pose a threat.
Facts have proved that even if the king of the ball is reborn, it is impossible to beat a team.
In the remaining time of the first half, Liu Feng received the pass from his teammates four times, constantly trying to dribble and cooperate with his teammates to hit the wall twice. The most successful one was just to take the ball to the top of the arc in the penalty area and shoot a hastily long shot under the attack of three defensive players.
This one-man attack without a sense of rhythm did not help Piacenza regain the score. When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half, the score remained at 1:0, and the home team still maintained a one-goal lead.
"Where is your relaxed attitude before the game? Tell me what you were doing the whole first half!"
In the Piacenza locker room, Conte had already turned on the blower mode. He kept wandering among the players who were sitting upright, loudly reprimanding them for their slackness on the field. When he came to Scarpelli, the poor young central defender even felt the coach's saliva sprayed on his face.
"Don't always give the ball to Feng. He is not a machine. He needs to rest and breathe. You can't always rely on your captain to solve problems!"
In Conte's view, the team exposed almost all the problems of last season in just one half. It is a good option to hand the ball to Liu Feng when the problems cannot be solved, but this does not mean that all problems need to be solved by Liu Feng. He is very dissatisfied with the blindness of the players after the re-kick-off.
"The opponents really like to see you make this choice, because then they only need to see Sifeng alone, look at his jersey, look!"
The eyes of the players looked at Liu Feng following Conte's voice, and saw that Liu Feng, who was wearing a white jersey for the away game in this game, was covered in a mixture of green and black. Obviously, he was greeted by Palermo's defense in the first half.
"Now, everyone listen to me!"
Pulling over the tactical board beside him, Conte waved his hand and took out a pen.
"In the second half of the game, Paul and Racha exchanged positions. Racha, you don't need to follow the opponent's midfielder anymore. Go up to me and use your body to greet the opponent's players. I need you to help the team break the situation!"
"Good coach!"
"Paul, your confrontation ability must be quickly improved to me. I don't want to see you being knocked out of the way by the opponent when you are in a slightly average state. In the second half, you will most likely use your dribbling skills to help the team control the ball more."
"Understood the boss." Sitting next to Liu Feng, Gan Suo, who was no cleaner than Liu Feng, nodded. Hearing Conte's words, he was still in secret palpitations about the brutal treatment he received in the first half. It was not until today that he understood the meaning behind Serie A's defense.
"As for Cassia and Liu Feng, you two continue to stay in the opponent's half, and you don't need to come back to participate in the defense. I hope that when opportunities arise, you can seize them instead of letting them disappear!"
"understand!"
When the team has few offensive opportunities, the striker's goal conversion rate has become a very critical factor. Although he knows that such a requirement is unreasonable, Conte still hopes that if the team still has few opportunities in the second half, Liu Feng and Cassia can seize very few opportunities to help the team change the situation.
"Okay, I'll say it again, if you're still playing the same cringe game in the second half as you were in the first half, I'm going to rethink your positioning in the team."
Throwing the pen into the box of the tactical board with a snap, Conte turned around and glanced at the players, then sat aside and stopped talking.
Looking at the serious expression of the coach, the team members didn't think Conte was joking. After understanding what the main position meant, they finally became nervous, writhing uneasy in their seats, obviously worried that they would really be taken off the starting list by Conte.
For a while, a tragic atmosphere began to slowly spread in the Piacenza locker room.
"Hello, please prepare to enter."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door and a reminder from the staff, and the short intermission had come to an end.
"We didn't come here to go away to lose a game in a sluggish way."
Captain Liu Feng fought immediately. When the coach was in a fit of anger, he was obliged to cheer for the team: "I don't think anyone wants the opponent to underestimate him. So, in the second half, if you don't want to shame the flag of Piacenza Wolves, show me your best form!"
"clear!"
"we are?"
"Wolf! Roar! Roar! Roar!"
"Boom!"
Pushing open the door of the locker room, the Piacenza team strode forward to the players' tunnel instead of the sluggishness when they stepped into it.
Chapter 1 here!Happy New Year to everyone in advance, Chapter 2 will be brought later.
(End of this chapter)
