Chapter 828 With a Brilliant Smile
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Lao Zuo
"It seems that Liverpool's tactics have given Newcastle coach Flores a headache. Now, it is difficult for the Magpies to even pass halftime."
Looking at the situation on the court, Lao Zhan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
The scene shot also showed Flores squatting on the sidelines, still chewing grass roots from nowhere in his mouth. There was a scene where Simeone faced Real Madrid and Barcelona after Lindy left Atletico Madrid.
It's just that in his eyes, the situation on the field has gradually escaped his control.
Watching Coloccini, Williamson, Thornton, and Simpson constantly move in the backcourt, trying to avoid the opponent's press.
But it is always passed back to the goalkeeper because of the oppression of Griezmann and others. Whenever this time, Suarez will suddenly explode, and his ugly face is full of impact.
Often when the camera shows Suarez opening his bloody mouth and rushing towards the goalkeeper Krul, the little Newcastle fans in front of the TV can't help but cover their eyes with their hands.
No way, I'm really scared.
At this time, the goalkeeper can only send the ball to the middle, no, return the ball to Liverpool.
For a while, the pressure on Liverpool's defense became very small, and the only shortcoming was infinitely reduced. Now it depends on how long the physical fitness of Liverpool's frontcourt players can last.
"N'Golo!! Go back and meet!" Flores shouted angrily. Cabaye and Kante had been waiting for the pass from the backcourt in the midfield.
Lindy glanced at Flores, who was flushed with anger, and smiled.
Just when Kanter went back to find a position to meet Thornton's pass, Flores' eyes widened suddenly, and just behind Kanter, a red figure suddenly appeared.
"Damn! Send back!"
Flores' roar sounded again.
Kanter half leaned on Lindy, using his body weight and stable lower body to resist the huge force coming from behind.
But Kanter still underestimated Lindy's flexibility and once again hit Lindy with his back. Kanter was about to pass the ball back to the goalkeeper because everyone else's passing route was blocked.
But in the next second, he felt his feet slip, and his own half in front of him had turned into the sky.
Damn, the transmission is slow!
Before Kanter could regret it, the exclamation at the scene made Flores angrily punched and cursed on the sidelines: "Asshole, pass the ball!"
This is Lindy, the Lindy he grew up step by step, which is comparable to other players in the Premier League.
"Forest!"
Several voices sounded almost at the same time, but Lindy ignored them, and a waving ball directly rushed to the edge of the penalty area.
Coloccini gritted his teeth and rushed forward, but he was worried about other Liverpool players, so he inevitably hesitated in his actions.
Under the watchful eyes of all the fans, Lindy easily passed the opponent with just a feint and changed direction. He even had the leisure to look back at Coloccini: Didn't Flores teach you how to defend?
Next second
【Burst trip】
Lindy strode directly into the penalty area. Many fans stood up and held their heads in their hands, watching this scene in horror.
Goalkeeper Krul didn't even have time to call for someone to block, so he rushed forward.
The rest of the defenders hesitated to go up, and Suarez, Griezmann, Salah, Henderson, and Coutinho surrounded them, each of whom had a good finishing ability.
But under such circumstances, the voices of fans breaking their minds kept ringing out.
Lindy faced the attacking Krul with a light lob shot and sent the ball directly into the goal, followed by a walk-like celebration. The fans couldn't tell whether it was respect for Flores or that it was too easy.
Anyway, McKelly squatted down on the sidelines, clenched his right fist, and swung his elbow fiercely, resembling a bodybuilder.
However, the coach on the side pouted again: None of your business?
"1 to 0, Liverpool's pressing in the frontcourt finally got something, and Kante's mistake gave him a chance."
"The key to this kind of high-pressure tactics in the middle and front is the defensive midfielder of the side holding the ball. If they dare not hold the ball or turn around, then the defender who loses the relay station can only pass the ball long or be intercepted on the spot."
"At present, it seems that this midfielder who joined Newcastle last season and performed well is still too young. Many Premier League players know that facing Lindy, it is best to play the ball quickly..."
After Kanter got up, his face was dark, um... others couldn't see his expression, but Vardy knew that the little man who came in with him was very upset now.
He touched Kanter's head: "Wait a little farther and watch mine."
Hearing what the other party said seemed to be comforting but not comforting, Kanter's face became even uglier, but Vardy thought the other party was very useful, and patted him on the shoulder again: "That's it!"
The game restarts.
Liverpool, as the leading side, does not want to give up on this. It is the purpose of the court to take advantage of his illness to kill him.
Otherwise, when the other party reacts, there will be no advantage to take advantage of.
Facing the menacing Liverpool frontcourt press, Newcastle still seemed so uncomfortable. The defender couldn't find the point to get the ball, and the midfielder didn't dare to respond or hold the ball.
Cabaye and Kanter's two backcourt responses were all return passes. In desperation, Caloccini sent another big kick.
The football seemed to fly directly to Liverpool's backcourt. Carragher glanced at Vardy who was rushing forward, pointed at the opponent, and signaled Skrtel to go up and interfere.
But the problem of lack of tacit understanding between the two was exposed here.
Skrtel only looked at the ball coming from the sky, he didn't see Carragher's command at all, and the two hit each other directly.
If it wasn't for Carragher's pre-judgment of the final landing point of the ball, and his stance was more stable, with Skrtel who fell to the ground, Vardy, who had already run out behind him, might be about to usher in a single-handed ball. .
Looking at the pass that has been destroyed, Vardy smiled and raised his right hand, sending out the first like of the day!
Flores, who was constantly pacing back and forth on the sidelines, naturally noticed this scene. He pondered for a moment, and called Gundogan: "You should also go back and respond more often, pay attention to parallel positions, and after receiving the ball, find the two central players on the opposite side. Behind the middle of the defenders."
Gundogan glanced at Carragher, who was educating Skrtel, and nodded.
Flores, who had just finished explaining to Gundogan, thought he was doing well on the spot, but in a blink of an eye, he made eye contact with Lindy.
Lindy, with a bright smile, secretly pointed at Carragher, then at Gundogan, and quietly gave Flores a thumbs up.
The smile on the latter's face just now became stiff immediately, and he blurted out from the mantra brought by Atletico Madrid:
"Fuck! How did this kid hear that?"
......
Looking at the situation on the court, Lao Zhan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
The scene shot also showed Flores squatting on the sidelines, still chewing grass roots from nowhere in his mouth. There was a scene where Simeone faced Real Madrid and Barcelona after Lindy left Atletico Madrid.
It's just that in his eyes, the situation on the field has gradually escaped his control.
Watching Coloccini, Williamson, Thornton, and Simpson constantly move in the backcourt, trying to avoid the opponent's press.
But it is always passed back to the goalkeeper because of the oppression of Griezmann and others. Whenever this time, Suarez will suddenly explode, and his ugly face is full of impact.
Often when the camera shows Suarez opening his bloody mouth and rushing towards the goalkeeper Krul, the little Newcastle fans in front of the TV can't help but cover their eyes with their hands.
No way, I'm really scared.
At this time, the goalkeeper can only send the ball to the middle, no, return the ball to Liverpool.
For a while, the pressure on Liverpool's defense became very small, and the only shortcoming was infinitely reduced. Now it depends on how long the physical fitness of Liverpool's frontcourt players can last.
"N'Golo!! Go back and meet!" Flores shouted angrily. Cabaye and Kante had been waiting for the pass from the backcourt in the midfield.
Lindy glanced at Flores, who was flushed with anger, and smiled.
Just when Kanter went back to find a position to meet Thornton's pass, Flores' eyes widened suddenly, and just behind Kanter, a red figure suddenly appeared.
"Damn! Send back!"
Flores' roar sounded again.
Kanter half leaned on Lindy, using his body weight and stable lower body to resist the huge force coming from behind.
But Kanter still underestimated Lindy's flexibility and once again hit Lindy with his back. Kanter was about to pass the ball back to the goalkeeper because everyone else's passing route was blocked.
But in the next second, he felt his feet slip, and his own half in front of him had turned into the sky.
Damn, the transmission is slow!
Before Kanter could regret it, the exclamation at the scene made Flores angrily punched and cursed on the sidelines: "Asshole, pass the ball!"
This is Lindy, the Lindy he grew up step by step, which is comparable to other players in the Premier League.
"Forest!"
Several voices sounded almost at the same time, but Lindy ignored them, and a waving ball directly rushed to the edge of the penalty area.
Coloccini gritted his teeth and rushed forward, but he was worried about other Liverpool players, so he inevitably hesitated in his actions.
Under the watchful eyes of all the fans, Lindy easily passed the opponent with just a feint and changed direction. He even had the leisure to look back at Coloccini: Didn't Flores teach you how to defend?
Next second
【Burst trip】
Lindy strode directly into the penalty area. Many fans stood up and held their heads in their hands, watching this scene in horror.
Goalkeeper Krul didn't even have time to call for someone to block, so he rushed forward.
The rest of the defenders hesitated to go up, and Suarez, Griezmann, Salah, Henderson, and Coutinho surrounded them, each of whom had a good finishing ability.
But under such circumstances, the voices of fans breaking their minds kept ringing out.
Lindy faced the attacking Krul with a light lob shot and sent the ball directly into the goal, followed by a walk-like celebration. The fans couldn't tell whether it was respect for Flores or that it was too easy.
Anyway, McKelly squatted down on the sidelines, clenched his right fist, and swung his elbow fiercely, resembling a bodybuilder.
However, the coach on the side pouted again: None of your business?
"1 to 0, Liverpool's pressing in the frontcourt finally got something, and Kante's mistake gave him a chance."
"The key to this kind of high-pressure tactics in the middle and front is the defensive midfielder of the side holding the ball. If they dare not hold the ball or turn around, then the defender who loses the relay station can only pass the ball long or be intercepted on the spot."
"At present, it seems that this midfielder who joined Newcastle last season and performed well is still too young. Many Premier League players know that facing Lindy, it is best to play the ball quickly..."
After Kanter got up, his face was dark, um... others couldn't see his expression, but Vardy knew that the little man who came in with him was very upset now.
He touched Kanter's head: "Wait a little farther and watch mine."
Hearing what the other party said seemed to be comforting but not comforting, Kanter's face became even uglier, but Vardy thought the other party was very useful, and patted him on the shoulder again: "That's it!"
The game restarts.
Liverpool, as the leading side, does not want to give up on this. It is the purpose of the court to take advantage of his illness to kill him.
Otherwise, when the other party reacts, there will be no advantage to take advantage of.
Facing the menacing Liverpool frontcourt press, Newcastle still seemed so uncomfortable. The defender couldn't find the point to get the ball, and the midfielder didn't dare to respond or hold the ball.
Cabaye and Kanter's two backcourt responses were all return passes. In desperation, Caloccini sent another big kick.
The football seemed to fly directly to Liverpool's backcourt. Carragher glanced at Vardy who was rushing forward, pointed at the opponent, and signaled Skrtel to go up and interfere.
But the problem of lack of tacit understanding between the two was exposed here.
Skrtel only looked at the ball coming from the sky, he didn't see Carragher's command at all, and the two hit each other directly.
If it wasn't for Carragher's pre-judgment of the final landing point of the ball, and his stance was more stable, with Skrtel who fell to the ground, Vardy, who had already run out behind him, might be about to usher in a single-handed ball. .
Looking at the pass that has been destroyed, Vardy smiled and raised his right hand, sending out the first like of the day!
Flores, who was constantly pacing back and forth on the sidelines, naturally noticed this scene. He pondered for a moment, and called Gundogan: "You should also go back and respond more often, pay attention to parallel positions, and after receiving the ball, find the two central players on the opposite side. Behind the middle of the defenders."
Gundogan glanced at Carragher, who was educating Skrtel, and nodded.
Flores, who had just finished explaining to Gundogan, thought he was doing well on the spot, but in a blink of an eye, he made eye contact with Lindy.
Lindy, with a bright smile, secretly pointed at Carragher, then at Gundogan, and quietly gave Flores a thumbs up.
The smile on the latter's face just now became stiff immediately, and he blurted out from the mantra brought by Atletico Madrid:
"Fuck! How did this kid hear that?"
......
