Chapter 698 It's Far From Time to Relax
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 698 It's Far From Time to Relax
As time passed, the mood of Piacenza became lighter and that of their opponents, Sampdoria, became heavier.
Attacks were disintegrated one after another, shots were saved or missed in a disturbed state. In the last ten minutes, the sailors did show their desire to score goals, but they were indeed hit hard head-on.
Soon, the regular game time was over, and the referee also gave 4 minutes of stoppage time according to this game, which undoubtedly gave Sampdoria one more chance to attack.
Of course, victory is already impossible, and even an equalizer is almost hopeless. For the sailors, this can only be said to be a face-to-face battle.
Maybe God was really moved by the sailor's persistence, maybe the Piacenza players could no longer concentrate because the game was getting closer, or maybe the sailor players finally squeezed out their last bit of strength.
In the 904th minute of the game, which is the last minute, Sampdoria launched an attack from the midfield.
From Padalino dribbling the ball past Ganso in front of him to Pacini catching the ball and swaying the substitute Raimondi with a fake move, they played a perfect offensive advance amidst the boos of the Piacenza fans.
"Pazzini gave the ball to Nocerino's press. Cassano, he dribbled the ball into the penalty area. Scarpelli didn't stick to him this time!"
Unlike the last time he visited the Piacenza penalty area, the bad boy was completely immersed in his own state at this moment. He didn't have so many thoughts in his heart and only had one goal in front of him.
After Scarpelli, who was in charge of marking him, did not have a huge pressure from his side, Cassano rushed into the penalty area in an instant.
"Miranda tried to defend and hit the goal directly! Scarpelli's flying block did not work, the ball flew to the goal!!!"
"Oh!"
Top strikers may have their own characteristics, but one thing remains the same, that is, their shooting skills are absolutely top-notch, and they are often able to shoot extremely wonderful shots when they are extremely calm.
At this moment, Cassano is entering this state.
"Goal! Goal! Cassano, great shot, he got it back for Sampdoria."
"Shh!!!"
After the birth of this grain, the time for this game has all been exhausted. The referee did not waste any more time organizing a re-kick-off, but decisively blew the whistle to end the game after the score changed again.
The Sampdoria players who worked hard for more than ten minutes finally paid off, although they lost the game, they were still celebrating excitedly around Cassano at this moment, while the Piacenza players looked a little ugly.
Especially due to the mistakes that could not stick to Cassano's Scarpelli, he can already feel the murderous gaze cast by Conte from the sidelines.
In the end, the game ended in this surprising atmosphere. Although Piacenza won at home, they were extremely uncomfortable when their opponent scored a goal at the last moment against the huge boos of their own fans.
Therefore, after the visiting team left, their call-off did not last long.
"El!"
After returning to the locker room, Conte, who had been keeping a cold face, closed the door and exploded: "If this is a game between us and Arsenal, what do you think will be the consequences of this conceded goal?"
"I, I don't know the coach!"
"This is an away goal. You lost your mind when the team didn't need to lose this goal. This is unforgivable! I advise you not to have too much optimism about the rematch with Arsenal. If everyone has the mentality of the last moment today, we will only be eliminated!"
"..."
Obviously, Conte was really angry. Under his loud roar, the entire locker room was silent, and everyone lowered their heads and dared not speak.
"Disband me now, at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I don't want to see anyone not arriving at the training base!"
"clear!"
Just after a very intense game, Conte didn't want to force the players to stay for too long. After the most ruthless words were finished, he thought there was nothing more to say, and Dang even signaled the players to go back and rest.
"Tonight, I hope you can give me enough energy, it is far from the time to relax!"
"learn!"
So, although it was a victory, Piacenza's disbandment this time was more tense than previous losing games. The players who packed up their things walked past Conte with their heads down, and no one dared to say anything more.
However, when Liu Feng also packed his things and walked out, Conte took the initiative to stop him.
"Here's your ball maple, good job."
Like a magic trick, Conte was caught behind a football. Obviously, this is the attack that Liu Feng staged a hat-trick in this game: "I hope you can continue to perform so well in the match against Arsenal."
"I'll do my best as a coach."
Surprised to take the ball, Liu Feng did not expect that Conte would take the initiative to ask for the ball for himself in such a mood, and smiled and nodded to the coach in front of him: "I think everyone else is the same."
"Uh-huh."
That night, even though the major media on the Internet frantically spread the news that Liu Feng once again completed a hat-trick in the game to help the team win the key match of Champions League qualification, the rest quality of the Piacenza team was not affected at all.
The next day, at Piacenza's training ground, as Conte had demanded, no one was late.
Not only Conte, everyone knows that it is far from the time to relax, the time to go to London is getting closer, and they still have a lot to do.
Conte stood in front of everyone again before training. This time they said nothing, but glanced at the players on the field seriously, and then nodded: "Start training!"
Captain Liu Feng took the lead, followed by vice-captain Maurantanio, and a long dragon ran on the training ground.
For the upcoming UEFA Champions League, which is one of the most desired events for all players, no one does not want to appear on the starting list. This does not even require Conte to use words to stimulate the players.
As a result, the intense training started again. Everyone seemed to have forgotten yesterday's game. Everyone's eyes were looking forward, and their training intensity did not decrease in the slightest.
The two days are not long. When the players were brought to the meeting room by Conte after another day of training, the list of players who are most concerned about will be announced soon.
Chapter 2 here!thanks for your support! ! !
(End of this chapter)
As time passed, the mood of Piacenza became lighter and that of their opponents, Sampdoria, became heavier.
Attacks were disintegrated one after another, shots were saved or missed in a disturbed state. In the last ten minutes, the sailors did show their desire to score goals, but they were indeed hit hard head-on.
Soon, the regular game time was over, and the referee also gave 4 minutes of stoppage time according to this game, which undoubtedly gave Sampdoria one more chance to attack.
Of course, victory is already impossible, and even an equalizer is almost hopeless. For the sailors, this can only be said to be a face-to-face battle.
Maybe God was really moved by the sailor's persistence, maybe the Piacenza players could no longer concentrate because the game was getting closer, or maybe the sailor players finally squeezed out their last bit of strength.
In the 904th minute of the game, which is the last minute, Sampdoria launched an attack from the midfield.
From Padalino dribbling the ball past Ganso in front of him to Pacini catching the ball and swaying the substitute Raimondi with a fake move, they played a perfect offensive advance amidst the boos of the Piacenza fans.
"Pazzini gave the ball to Nocerino's press. Cassano, he dribbled the ball into the penalty area. Scarpelli didn't stick to him this time!"
Unlike the last time he visited the Piacenza penalty area, the bad boy was completely immersed in his own state at this moment. He didn't have so many thoughts in his heart and only had one goal in front of him.
After Scarpelli, who was in charge of marking him, did not have a huge pressure from his side, Cassano rushed into the penalty area in an instant.
"Miranda tried to defend and hit the goal directly! Scarpelli's flying block did not work, the ball flew to the goal!!!"
"Oh!"
Top strikers may have their own characteristics, but one thing remains the same, that is, their shooting skills are absolutely top-notch, and they are often able to shoot extremely wonderful shots when they are extremely calm.
At this moment, Cassano is entering this state.
"Goal! Goal! Cassano, great shot, he got it back for Sampdoria."
"Shh!!!"
After the birth of this grain, the time for this game has all been exhausted. The referee did not waste any more time organizing a re-kick-off, but decisively blew the whistle to end the game after the score changed again.
The Sampdoria players who worked hard for more than ten minutes finally paid off, although they lost the game, they were still celebrating excitedly around Cassano at this moment, while the Piacenza players looked a little ugly.
Especially due to the mistakes that could not stick to Cassano's Scarpelli, he can already feel the murderous gaze cast by Conte from the sidelines.
In the end, the game ended in this surprising atmosphere. Although Piacenza won at home, they were extremely uncomfortable when their opponent scored a goal at the last moment against the huge boos of their own fans.
Therefore, after the visiting team left, their call-off did not last long.
"El!"
After returning to the locker room, Conte, who had been keeping a cold face, closed the door and exploded: "If this is a game between us and Arsenal, what do you think will be the consequences of this conceded goal?"
"I, I don't know the coach!"
"This is an away goal. You lost your mind when the team didn't need to lose this goal. This is unforgivable! I advise you not to have too much optimism about the rematch with Arsenal. If everyone has the mentality of the last moment today, we will only be eliminated!"
"..."
Obviously, Conte was really angry. Under his loud roar, the entire locker room was silent, and everyone lowered their heads and dared not speak.
"Disband me now, at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I don't want to see anyone not arriving at the training base!"
"clear!"
Just after a very intense game, Conte didn't want to force the players to stay for too long. After the most ruthless words were finished, he thought there was nothing more to say, and Dang even signaled the players to go back and rest.
"Tonight, I hope you can give me enough energy, it is far from the time to relax!"
"learn!"
So, although it was a victory, Piacenza's disbandment this time was more tense than previous losing games. The players who packed up their things walked past Conte with their heads down, and no one dared to say anything more.
However, when Liu Feng also packed his things and walked out, Conte took the initiative to stop him.
"Here's your ball maple, good job."
Like a magic trick, Conte was caught behind a football. Obviously, this is the attack that Liu Feng staged a hat-trick in this game: "I hope you can continue to perform so well in the match against Arsenal."
"I'll do my best as a coach."
Surprised to take the ball, Liu Feng did not expect that Conte would take the initiative to ask for the ball for himself in such a mood, and smiled and nodded to the coach in front of him: "I think everyone else is the same."
"Uh-huh."
That night, even though the major media on the Internet frantically spread the news that Liu Feng once again completed a hat-trick in the game to help the team win the key match of Champions League qualification, the rest quality of the Piacenza team was not affected at all.
The next day, at Piacenza's training ground, as Conte had demanded, no one was late.
Not only Conte, everyone knows that it is far from the time to relax, the time to go to London is getting closer, and they still have a lot to do.
Conte stood in front of everyone again before training. This time they said nothing, but glanced at the players on the field seriously, and then nodded: "Start training!"
Captain Liu Feng took the lead, followed by vice-captain Maurantanio, and a long dragon ran on the training ground.
For the upcoming UEFA Champions League, which is one of the most desired events for all players, no one does not want to appear on the starting list. This does not even require Conte to use words to stimulate the players.
As a result, the intense training started again. Everyone seemed to have forgotten yesterday's game. Everyone's eyes were looking forward, and their training intensity did not decrease in the slightest.
The two days are not long. When the players were brought to the meeting room by Conte after another day of training, the list of players who are most concerned about will be announced soon.
Chapter 2 here!thanks for your support! ! !
(End of this chapter)
