Golden Greenery

The Valencians launched a vigorous counterattack, and it was impossible to see that they were missing one person.

Under the desperate situation, the soldiers of the Bat Legion showed their profound knowledge and strong courage, and the Madibao Youth Army was pushed back alive. With the cooperation of Aimar and Baraja, the experienced Valencia showed various smooth attack routines. The talented young masters were forced to choose to recycle defense, and only Scar Ribery was the one. It can also contain the opponent's attack to some extent.

Compared to Riquelme, the core of the Yellow Submarine Villarreal, from Zhuo Yang's perspective, Aimar, the core of the Bat Legion in this game, is more difficult to defend. But from the side of the butcher De Jong, the clown Aimar is much easier to deal with than the magician Riquelme, because he likes to take the initiative to use his body more than Zhuoyang.

Riquelme's rhythm is slow, and Zhuo Yang can accurately pinch his pulse, but Riquelme is in good physical condition and is not afraid of physical confrontation at all. Of course, he took the initiative to go to Zhuo Yang to play with his body. Zhuo Yang was not afraid at all. Aimar's rhythm rate is much faster, but what he fears most is guys like Butcher who can eat his opponents alive with their bodies.

So to a certain extent, De Jong's defense against Aimar was much more effective than Zhuoyang, and the core clown was also restricted by him throughout the game. But a star is a star, and a star will not be completely overwhelmed just because he meets a bad star who has a conflicting style of play. After all, he has seen and experienced too much.

Zhuoyang's defense allowed Aimar to display only 50% of his abilities throughout the game. Butcher De Jong could make the clown do nothing for 100% of the time 90% of the time, but in the other 10% of the time, Aimar had a flash of inspiration 1% of the time. If it is a genius level, it will explode with 1oo% lethality. In other words, Zhuoyang can make Aimar look like an ordinary player throughout the game, without any superstar style. De Jong will make Aimar disappear from the field most of the time, but this does not prevent his occasional talent from emerging.

The two faced each other continuously, and Aimar was knocked down by De Jong, but he never lost control of the football. When the Butcher hit the clown's back again, Aimar was finally unable to take root under his feet. While falling, he shoveled the ball out in an extremely awkward posture, twisting his body at nearly 18 degrees. De Jong's down tackle failed to touch the ball. He fell to the ground with Aimar and watched as Baraja drove the ball into the penalty area.

Ruben Baraja is a standard late bloomer. He was not called into the national team for the first time until he was 27 years old. But as soon as Baraja entered the national team, he firmly occupied the position of Spain's main defensive midfielder and has continued to this day. Precisely because it was hard-earned, Baraja is very good at cooperating on the court, has a very sacrificial spirit, and does not like to show off. This is very similar to the butcher De Jong.

Like the Butcher, Baraja also has the ability to decisively and unpredictable forward penetration, and he is very particular about the timing of entering the penalty area.

After receiving the ball and rushing into Madibao's penalty area, Baraja did not wait for his opponent to pounce. He made the first change of direction. Grandpa Mo was restrained by Mista, and Dras's ability to turn around and prevent changes in direction was the only shortcoming of the rock.

He fired furiously, aiming at the gap that was only half a meter wide, and the football hit the net. In the 80th minute of the game, Valencia tied the score to 1:2. The two teams had a total score of 3:3 and the same number of away goals.

From the beginning of Valencia's counterattack, the generals of Fort Madi have felt strong pressure. This pressure even exceeded the suffocation they felt when they faced Barcelona at Camp Nou. Zhuoyang was no exception. While he tried his best to prevent Vicente from charging, he also had to keep in mind that Aimar and Baraja could rush at any time. The fighting power of the Bat Legion on the field was like a group of cheating Indian brothers. Not to mention that Grandpa Mo and the Butcher were suppressed and unable to advance forward. Even Zhuo Yang could only devote himself to defense. It's not that he wants to keep a low profile, it's because he really can't attack.

"Holy shit, these are a bunch of lunatics, it's like they took some fucking medicine." Taking advantage of the interval between kickoffs, Zhuo Yang and his brothers started to mutter.

"Yes, yes, ten of them are much more powerful than eleven.

"Little Pig was in hot form today and successfully challenged Valencia's defense many times in the second half, but Canizares suddenly became a god and completely despised Master Schwein's test of the goal.

"The two central defenders are so tough that they can't do anything if they cut in. Second brother, let's try to find a way to get some more free kicks later." Torres was bullied enough, but Ayala and Pellegrino could always force him to face the goal. Even if you can pass everyone through, if you can't shoot the door, it's all in vain.

"Striving for love without supervision, being obsessed with love...Mom, that's a bunch of lunatics." Montolivo still composed poems in his leisure time, which shows that the situation has not reached the point where he is unable to stop it. The two direct free kicks he and Scar Ribery took in the second half were just a hair’s breadth away. No matter how good you are, free kicks cannot be guaranteed to be 100% successful, and penalty kicks only have a 70% to 80% hit rate.

"How about... let's be stable? It's still a tie now anyway, and the worst we can do is take a penalty kick with him." Grandpa Mo said to Zhuo Yang again: "We have a beast like you, what are we afraid of?" He actively adjusted himself to get out of the emotional whirlpool. Mertesacker returned to form in this game. Even though Mista is much more flexible than him and can eat him alive in terms of speed, this fast horse, second only to Vicente in the bat army, has always been silent. Grandpa was locked outside the restricted area, like a fly that kept knocking on the door. However, this also took up all my grandfather's energy. If he wanted to play the trick of running from the front to the back to organize the offensive, he basically didn't have a good time.

"Well, let's see what Mr. Klopp's plan is. Maybe he has something to do." After hearing the butcher's words, everyone turned to look at the bench.

Sure enough, Uncle Zha was opening his palms towards them and making a downward movement with both hands: Steady, steady first to avoid the sharpness. I don’t know if Benitez dares to look at Uncle Zha’s palm...

There is no doubt that Valencia's strength is higher than that of Fort Madi, and they are both leaders in the league. La Liga is completely different from Bundesliga 2. The most crucial role in maintaining a tie in the game to this day is of course the explosive talents of the Six Musketeers. The individual abilities of the six young masters are too strong. Then there are Marchena's self-mutilation and Benitez's self-destruction of martial arts, which gave Madibao some advantages. Otherwise, if the personnel are in place and Curo Torres and Mista can also provide support, Madibao's defeat may be certain by now.

After unifying their tactical thinking, Madibao began to strategically recover when there was little normal time left. They first avoided Valencia's momentum and dragged the game into overtime. Unexpectedly, a series of controversies began in this game.

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