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Chapter 170 Perfect interception!

Wenger was extremely excited. At this time, on the other side of the world, in Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina, there was also a gray-haired old man watching TV, secretly clenching his fists. The assistant coach Bobby next to him said excitedly: "

Boss, this little guy’s growth is getting more and more exaggerated!”

"Yes, compared to the King's Cup a few months ago, his physical fitness has improved a lot, and his ability to run without the ball and his overall view have also become better. He already has the ability to compete in the top league! But

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Pekerman, who had just succeeded Bielsa as the coach of the Argentina national team, nodded excitedly, then frowned and paced in confusion.

"Boss, are you worried that Xiao Mo can't coexist with Riquelme?"

Bobby was keenly aware of the problem, and Pekerman sighed: "It's not that I'm worried, it's that we can't coexist! Riquelme's style of play requires absolute possession of the ball, not passing rights! He likes to play long-term passes in the midfield

Dribbling, he really doesn’t like running without the ball, and more of the problem lies in his character. Do you still remember when Xiao Mo had a fight with Bialis when he first entered the training camp? He is the typical release of the other party.

If he is kind, he will be more friendly, but if Riquelme seems to be honest and introverted, he is actually very unruly."

"Hey, it's true."

Bobby also sighed, sighing in his heart. Riquelme's impression on the outside world is that of a "classic attacking midfielder" and an "honest person", but as an insider, he obviously knows more. Whether it is in Boca Juniors

Still in Barcelona, ​​or now in Villarreal, [honest man] Riquelme has had conflicts with the coaching staff and teammates.

And more importantly, although Riquelme's footwork is indeed very delicate and his playing style is elegant, and he is called "the man who can dance on a postage stamp", he has never actually proven it at the top league or national team level.

Live yourself.

Riquelme played for Boca Juniors in the Argentine League for six years. In 2002, he landed in La Liga giant Barcelona with a worth of 9 million euros. However, he only stayed in Barcelona for one season, scoring three goals in thirty games.

The next year, he was kicked out by Barcelona and loaned to the mid-range team Villarreal.

The reason for all this is that Riquelme can't play any other position except the attacking midfielder, and his physical fitness is very weak!

Riquelme is a lame No. 10 offensive core player. His passing is top-notch, his dribbling is top-notch, and his overall outlook is top-notch. However, his physical fitness and stamina are absolute shortcomings. Even if he does not participate in defense at all, he still cannot play.

It is guaranteed to be fully charged during the intense and intensive competition schedule.

Often at the beginning of the season he can lead the team to overpower the opponents, but later on, as his physical energy is consumed a lot, and in the second half of the season, he is often replaced in the second half to rest due to lack of physical strength.

If it is a team puzzle, it doesn't matter, but his character and completely uninvolved defensive style must require the entire team to be built around him. Not only the midfielder needs to be equipped with more defensive players who do not need the ball.

The gate and back line must also make corresponding adjustments!

His own son once laughed at Riquelme's physical ability, which is like Ultraman's indicator light that only lights up for five minutes!

Last year, Riquelme went to Villarreal and became the absolute core. The entire team was built entirely around him, but in the end he only led the team to eighth place in La Liga, and in the national team

As a core member of the team, he also only reached the quarterfinals of the America's Cup once.

However, thinking that Riquelme has a huge fan base in Argentina due to his outstanding performance in Boca Juniors, Bobby said: "Boss, maybe we don't have to be in such a hurry. The World Cup qualifiers won't start until June next year. Before that, we still have a lot of fans."

With the World Youth Championship in the Netherlands, we still have a lot of time to investigate."

"Well, you're right, I'm a little impatient."

Pekerman held his chin with one hand and nodded. He looked up at the TV, where Chen Mo was celebrating wildly with his teammates at the corner kick. His eyes flashed with anticipation: "One year. I hope your performance this year can conquer the Argentine fans."

, Give me a reason to straighten you out!"

Thinking about it, Pekerman shook his head in amusement.

"The core of the national team who is under 19 years old haha, I hope I haven't gone crazy."

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Countless pairs of eyes outside the field are paying attention to this focus battle, and all parties have different reactions, but the players who are celebrating on the field do not know all this.

"Pires! Beautiful volley!"

"Haha, thanks to your kick!"

"Hahaha, it's all the same. Without Xiao Mo and Boss to separate the defensive players, I wouldn't have a chance to get to the top of the key!"

"That idiot Keane fell into his own trash-talking trap! Hahaha! It's so funny!"

After scoring a goal against Manchester United, all the Arsenal players were very excited, and a group of senior men huddled together at the corner kick.

Not far away, Cristiano Ronaldo watched this scene with his hands on his hips and Chen Mo's happy smile. The painful experience of being bloodbathed seven to two many years ago came back to his heart again. There was a strong fighting spirit in his eyes, but compared to what he had been a few years ago.

Pure fighting spirit, this time, under this fighting spirit, there is more resentment and jealousy!

Amid Keane's protests, the referee ended Arsenal's celebration.

He trotted towards his own half, passed by Keen, and looked at each other. Chen Mo didn't say anything, but raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and looked away.

"Oh! This annoying little devil!"

With a slightly mocking look in his eyes, Keen, who was already grumpy, was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. He glared at Chen Mo, but Chen Mo just gave him a slap on the back of the head.

Soon, as the referee blew his whistle, the game started again.

Van Nistelrooy served the ball in the center circle, and the ball immediately returned to Keane's feet. The next second, Chen Mo had already rushed in front of him. Without saying a word, he directly raised his hand to his chest and pressed Keane's left shoulder with huge force.

"What a powerful force!"

Previously, on the offensive end, his main task was to run, pass and receive the ball. Chen Mo did not have too fierce a physical fight with him. But now when he returned to the defensive end, Chen Mo started to exert force! Feeling the huge power coming from his shoulders, Keane

He almost lost his footing and staggered as he prepared to pass the ball to Phil Neville in the left midfield.

But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a dark shadow coming up at high speed, cutting off the passing route between him and Phil Neville!

Vieira?!

"Oh! Vieira actually reached such an advanced position?! Isn't he afraid that Manchester United will directly pass the ball behind him?! Oh! Keane passed the ball back, and Ferdinand sent a long diagonal pass to find Giggs on the left. What a gift! Just now

Did Manchester United equalize less than a minute after conceding the goal?!"

The commentator exclaimed, under the gaze of 70,000 spectators, Keane immediately turned around to protect the ball, stuck Chen Mo with his back, and at the same time pushed the ball back to Ferdinand, who was on the top without a trace of hesitation.

To catch the rolling ball, he made a powerful diagonal pass!

Cut to the ground!

The ball rolled straight to the left wing, and its destination was right at the feet of Giggs!

At this time, due to Chen Mo and Vieira's top position, Arsenal's midfield and backcourt were exposed with a large space. Giggs could take the ball and cut diagonally inward to the top of the arc. Manchester United fans were instantly excited, and at this moment, like a wild boar,

The strong black shadow cut a hole in the entire stadium!

The moment before the ball was about to roll to Giggs' feet, Essien, who had been delaying on defense, rushed over and sprinted to tackle!

"Stop it!"

The turf kept rubbing his butt. Looking at the ball in front of him, Essien, who was flying at low altitude, had wide eyes, straightened his right foot, and bent his left foot under the inside of his right knee!

"boom--"

There was a slight sound, but the ball was not shoveled away, but was covered by the cage made by Essien's legs!

Perfect interception!

(End of chapter)