My name is Colani

Guardiola sat in the live broadcast room and didn't speak for a long time. As a commentator, he was really not competent. He was immersed in this game. Although everyone didn't have too many shooting opportunities, the fluency of the game was worthy of recognition, and there were fewer fouls.

Trapani didn't use some of his advantages, or couldn't use them, such as Toni. Toni's movement speed was slow, and it was difficult to expect him to run such a long distance with the ball after offside.

Barcelona's offense is often pressed up as a whole, keeping it relatively compact. The back line is a distance away from Valdes, which is not enough for Toni to counterattack. He is not suitable for such a counterattack because the distance is too long.

Deschamps' tactics rarely use Toni's height advantage as a fulcrum, perhaps considering that Barcelona's two-point protection is good, otherwise relying solely on the height of their defense line, if the two-point protection is not good, it will definitely be a big problem.

Barcelona rarely says that it loses to teams with strong air control capabilities.

"Oh! Well done! Puyol is in great shape, he intercepted Trapani's through ball!" The Catalan commentator next to Guardiola clapped his hands and shouted excitedly.

Puyol's fighting value is simply off the charts, with a strong sense of defense and accurate interception and positioning, like an insurmountable wall. He just stopped Trapani's fast break again.

"Pep, what do you think of these two teams now?!"

"They both played very well, played out their own characteristics, and had chances to score. I think maybe we will soon get a goal!" Guardiola guessed.

However, the story did not develop as he imagined. Deschamps gave up the tactical play of counterattacks on both wings and began to let Trapani's midfield try to control the situation.

On the one hand, this is because the defense line has been under pressure. Deschamps is worried that the players will become more and more unable to bear such pressure. Controlling the ball can give everyone a break.

On the other hand, he wants to see if the team can carry out positional warfare through ball control, which is conducive to the use of Toni and Klose's ability to grab points and height advantages.

It is absolutely correct to describe Toni's performance in the previous period as poor. He touched the ball too few times and did not play a very distracting role. Of course, this is also closely related to Deschamps' tactics. Deschamps asked Klose to retreat frequently, and Toni sometimes faced the double attack of Puyol and Marquez.

Even if the ball was high, it would be difficult for Toni to get the ball if he did not predict the position.

Barcelona did not expect Trapani's changes. In the 28th minute, Trapani's positional attack advanced to the front court. Barcelona did not even arrange the defense line. Trapani's full-back Maicon easily got the chance to cross!

This time Toni finally showed his power. He jumped high in the penalty area and headed the ball. Puyol was pressed under him. Puyol did not jump low, but Toni had a clear advantage in height over him. Just now, he fell behind Toni in the judgment of the landing point and failed to get the position!

Toni's header was so powerful that Valdes' body flew up. He could not feel the ball with his hands and could not touch it!

It's over! Valdes' heart was cold!

Who knew that there was a muffled sound behind him, "bang" Toni's header hit the crossbar and bounced out of the goal!

Toni fell to the ground and knelt on the ground, his eyes full of regret!

Hugo, like many fans, stretched his neck, but it was a pity that it was just a dream, "Woo!" A muffled sound came from the stadium, which was the regretful sound of the fans holding their heads.

Toni's header was the closest chance for Trapani to score!

Rijkaard's reaction was also very fast. He began to grasp Deschamps' tactical purpose. He had a fast horse, but he had to use slowness to control speed and return to the mode of positional warfare. Toni was very threatening and scored many headers in the league. Toni and Klose's performance in the Champions League was not as eye-catching as in the league, but their threats could not be ignored.

Rijkaard quickly came up with a countermeasure, using high-position pressing to force Trapani to speed up the pace, focusing on defending them in the midfield area, forcing Trapani to make useless back passes.

The game between the two sides fell into a stalemate, and the threat they brought to the opponent's goal was not as great as in the previous half an hour, and more than ten minutes passed in a flash, and the first half ended with Assong's whistle.

"Alas!" Hugo just sighed. There were regrets in this first half, which was the reason for his sigh. Of course, he was still satisfied with the performance of the players on the court.

"Sasha, you know? I am still satisfied with everyone's performance. Deschamps is a good head coach. He played some of our advantages in this game. We just lacked a goal!" Hugo and Musasha walked into the lounge and chatted as they walked.

"Barcelona also had several good opportunities!" Musasha meant to remind, not to argue.

"It's hard to limit a team like Barcelona, ​​especially when they have Ronaldinho! So, it's impossible. He's in good shape today! Now the most important thing is to see which of us can score first. Maybe the situation will be different!" Hugo laughed.

"Hey, Mr. Colemani! Hello!" A voice sounded in Hugo's ears. Hugo knew who it was. It was Laporta.

He turned his head and looked at Laporta who was holding out his hand, and he also held out his hand!

"Hello, Mr. Laporta!" Hugo also responded with a smile. Before the first half, Laporta was busy bragging to UEFA President Johansson and didn't see Hugo.

Now he took the initiative to hold hands.

"This is my girlfriend, Musasa!" Hugo introduced his girlfriend to Laporta.

"Hello! Beautiful lady! Nice to meet you!" Laporta was polite.

After the greetings, Laporta smiled and said, "Mr. Colemani, you owe us an apology!"

"Why should I apologize to you!" Hugo also asked back with a smile.

"You said something inappropriate about Ronaldinho! Shouldn't you?!"

"I didn't seduce him! I'm stating the facts, so I don't need to apologize! I haven't settled the score with you for seducing Messi!"

"I apologized to you!" Laporta interrupted.

"Ha, that doesn't count! You should apologize to Trapani through the public!"

"Don't forget that you intercepted Pedro who should have belonged to us!"

"He didn't choose to sign with you, so he is not a Barcelona player, I don't need to apologize to you!" Hugo said confidently.

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

Laporta failed to regain his face because he didn't agree with him. Hugo was such a person who only allowed officials to set fires but not allow the people to light lamps. Laporta cursed shamelessly and left!

"Is an apology so important?! He asked you for it in such an occasion today?!" Musasha was confused.

"Oh, don't you know that he is looking for trouble? Last time they wanted to seduce Messi, I asked him to apologize to me!" Hugo said proudly.

There were many UEFA officials watching the final today, and many famous players also attended the game.

In the rest room, groups of three or five were chatting and greeting each other. Hugo was about to ask for a drink. French famous player Platini saw him and took the initiative to greet him.

"Hello, Mr. Colemani, congratulations on your team winning the league championship, and I wish your team win the Champions League trophy!" Platini said with a smile.

"Mr. Platini, can I understand that you support us?!" Hugo joked.

"Why not? You can understand it that way!" Platini blinked his eyes, a little naughty.

"Can we have a good chat if we have time?" Platini approached Hugo and whispered.

Chat? ! Hugo's reaction was a little slow, he really didn't know what to talk about with Platini!

But I guess this three-time European Footballer has something to say, so Hugo invited: "Welcome Mr. Platini to Trapani, I will be there to welcome you!"

"Okay, let's make it this way. I will go to Italy before the World Cup, let's meet and chat!" Platini smiled happily

Dear book friends! The World Cup has started, let's watch the game together! Haha! Zhuzhu is going to stay up late to watch the game. Although I have work the next day, I can't delay watching the game. It's a grand event held every four years. It's a pity that Italy didn't qualify. I used to be an Italian fan! Now I can only settle for the second best and support France!