Football Modifier

Alan Smith shook off the grass clippings on his body, walked at the front, opened the door to the locker room first, and walked in...

There was no one inside.

The white tactical board is still placed on the wall closest to the south. The staff has already prepared the jerseys and dry towels that the players need to change at halftime. The floor is polished and the players' luggage bags are neatly arranged. Put it in the closet...

All this doesn't seem to be much different from before.

However, when he entered the dressing room in the first game, Alan Smith suddenly suffocated. A familiar feeling came over him, as if he had met an old friend who had been lost for many years...

"Hey Alan, what's up?"

Mata, who was following Smith, saw this and squeezed over to ask.

"Um...nothing!"

Smith shook his head, walked to his closet and sat down.

At that moment, he suddenly felt like he was going back in time, just like he had many times a year ago, as if he saw that familiar figure in the locker room again...

Maybe I am too sensitive!

Smith shook his head mockingly...

However, when he put on a clean jersey and inadvertently raised his head and moved his eyes to the tactical board, he was stunned...

"This...this is..."

Alan Smith suddenly stood up.

He stared at the tactical board motionlessly. The handwriting and strokes on it were so familiar. Even the small black arrows representing the offensive route exuded an insidious and obscene flavor...

This is definitely what that person left behind!

The other teammates were startled by Alan Smith's actions. Following Alan Smith's gaze, some veteran players quickly discovered what was on the tactical board. The handwriting and calligraphy were so familiar that they could write these words. Of things, there is only one!

Has he been here?

On the other hand, some new players such as Robben and Van der Vaart were a little confused. Peter Pan leaned into Mata's ear and asked strangely: "Juan, what happened? Why are everyone..."

"The boss has been here before, it must be him!"

In the Newcastle dressing room, there is only one person who is referred to by the senior players as "Boss", and coach Frank Rijkaard, they are more accustomed to being addressed as "Sir"...

At this moment, head coach Rijkaard opened the door and walked in.

He looked at the players who were a little discouraged and had their heads lowered with a complicated expression, then looked at some of the tactical routines deduced on the tactical board, and sighed quietly in his heart...

[Black Swan] thought of the scene that just happened in the player tunnel.

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Between three minutes.

Rijkaard walked step by step from the tunnel, his mind spinning rapidly.

He is thinking about how to change the current passive situation of the team. Newcastle was in a bad situation in the first half, and Chelsea unexpectedly won two goals in a row. Rijkaard felt like a pure man who could get pregnant if he kissed a little mouth. Like a girl, she was deceived by the insidious Ancelotti...

"...I can't believe that a guy like Carlo Ancelotti, who seems to be an honest person, is actually a sinister master, becoming as shameless as Crazy Li!"

Rijkaard was thinking this when suddenly——

"Hey... Frank, here, here..."

A voice came from behind a corner in the darkness, just watch where the middle finger hooked and swayed.

Rijkaard was startled. The voice was clearly that of Madman Li. He had just cursed shamelessly, but he actually came out to settle the score so quickly?

Sure enough, Li Tongfan jumped out of the dark shadow, and with lightning speed, he hugged Rijkaard and slipped into the shadow of the corner...

After a minute or two.

The two looked like a couple who had just finished their affair, looking around and sneaking out.

Rijkaard walked in front.

He suddenly turned around and asked: "Li, if you go to the locker room and talk to the players about these things, maybe the effect will be better than me as the head coach..."

Li Tongfan shook his head: "Frank, you are the head coach of the team!"

After saying that, Li Tongfan turned and left without looking back, like a bitch who was afraid of being caught in bed, disappearing at the end of the player tunnel like the wind.

Rijkaard stood there, shaking his head with a complicated expression.

He knew that the reason why he didn't tell the players in person was because Crazy Li didn't want to undermine his authority as the head coach in the locker room, and he was setting himself up...

Otherwise, with the respect of Crazy Li, the chairman of the club, when the team encounters such trouble, even if he personally rushes to the locker room to blame, no one will say anything...

…

Three minutes later.

In the locker room.

Rijkaard walked step by step to the tactical board.

He sorted out the tactical ideas Li Tongfan just described, and carefully looked at the deductions on the tactical board. Then he picked up the eraser and erased all traces on it without hesitation. He turned around and said: "In the second half, our tactics will be Changes will be made…”

Bah...baah! !

The sound of ink strokes on the tactical board resounded in the quiet locker room...

Rijkaard began to outline the team's new tactical changes on the tactical board, one stroke at a time, writing slowly but vigorously. While writing, [Black Swan] explained in a calm tone, constantly pointing out the players. their names...

Alan Smith has been watching the manager's actions.

When he saw Rijkaard erasing the routines on the tactical board without hesitation, his eyes began to show disappointment... However, as Rijkaard's explanation on the tactical board became more and more in-depth , Alan Smith’s eyes lit up again!

Everything that appears on the tactical board is exactly the same as what the person just left.

"...These adjustments and changes are not my works!" After explaining everything, Rijkaard gently put down the ink pen in his hand and said calmly: "Just now, Chairman Li Tongfan made these adjustments outside the locker room... …”

[Black Swan] did not mean to take credit at all, and calmly told everything that happened in the player tunnel just now...

Alan Smith's eyes are brighter!

The way other players looked at head coach Rijkaard also changed...

…

…

Fifteen minutes later.

"...Howard Webber blew the whistle, and the second half of the game finally started! From the player point of view, neither side has made adjustments to the starting lineup...Chelsea is temporarily leading Newcastle 2:0, and they are one step away from winning the Premier League championship this season. There are still 45 minutes left!”

The on-site commentator Cester quickly entered the state.

However, it is incomprehensible that Rijkaard did not choose to make substitutions during the half-time break. Players like Peter Pan Robben have actually been sitting on the bench...

Commentator partner Gary Lineker saw more: "There are still changes. The young player Thomas Muller moved back and came to the midfield. Newcastle's formation became 4-4-2... As for Robben, it was said before the game that he was injured again during warm-up training. I guess Rijkaard did not dare to take the risk..."

…

Stamford Bridge Stadium.

After the game restarted in the second half, the blue stands surrounding the stadium were like the ocean that had calmed down slightly. Once again, strong winds and waves were set off, and the boos in the sky were driven by the night wind, blowing on every inch of the lawn...

It was definitely a night for Chelsea!

Less than 3 minutes into the game, the morale-boosted Blues completed another attack——

Left back Ashley Cole and French winger Malouda played a small one-on-one on the wing. Cole finally rushed forward diagonally, smashed the ball near the baseline, dodged Thornton's press, and passed the ball. middle……

A half-high pass!

Drogba used his strong body to lean against Senderos and shot with one kick!

Fortunately, due to the interference of Senderos, the shot missed the crossbar because of insufficient aiming. Otherwise, with such distance and speed, Lloris would not be able to stop it even if he really weaved a spider web in front of the goal. football……

The Chelsea fans applauded without hesitation!

[Warcraft] After Drogba covered his face and felt a little annoyed, he stood in the Newcastle penalty area and kept raising his hands to encourage the fans...

In an instant, the entire stand was like an explosive depot where a spark had fallen into, and exploded...

The blue hurricane is about to sweep everything away!

Newcastle is like a piece of wheat in a Category 18 hurricane, struggling involuntarily and desperately, with no possibility of reversal...

…

"Oh oh oh, Li, your team's situation is very bad. I won't be polite to win the Premier League championship trophy this season, haha!!"

The Russian uncle with a shy smile has now become a Russian villain with an arrogant smile.

Seeing Abramovich's "little man succeeds" triumphantly, Li Tongfan said nothing with a serious face. He learned his lesson and kept a low profile on the surface, but in his heart he was gritting his teeth and thinking: "MLGBD, let you be happy for a while first, and then give you a good scare later, hehehe..."

Of course, before FM2010 was officially launched, Li Tongfan did not have the super ability to reverse the outcome of the game through just a few tactical changes and deductions...

However, before this game, Lao Li carefully checked the recent status of the two teams through the FM2010 system database. After comparison, he found that Newcastle's recent combat effectiveness is definitely not worse than Chelsea. On the contrary, it is even slightly higher... …

This also shows that as long as the tactics are adjusted properly, there is still a possibility for Newcastle to come back in the second half!

The accumulation of countless [Ability Points] has made Lao Li's analysis and judgment of the game process reach a terrifying level. In fact, less than twenty minutes after the start of the first half, Lao Li clearly saw that An Che Lottie's tactical trap, but unfortunately, Rijkaard, as the team's head coach, was slow to react...

Therefore, Lao Li felt itchy for a moment and couldn't help but sneak into the player tunnel to 'remind' Rijkaard.

"Hope...it will work!"

Li Tongfan sat on the chair and concentrated on observing the game situation on the court.

Gradually, the sullen man's eyes brightened...

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