Pampas waist

Chapter 45 A good swimmer drowns?

The 15-minute intermission ended quickly, and amid the cheers from the sky, young players from the two teams came on stage one after another.

Bayern had the ball, and center Wagner and Muller served in the center circle. As the referee blew the whistle, Wagner passed the ball back to Schweinsteiger, and at the same time, he and several teammates began to press forward.

"Sure enough, they attacked and still kicked 235."

While watching Bayern's formation, Chen Mo retreated and knew what he was doing. He looked at each other with Cesc Fabregas and others. His teammates all had serious expressions on their faces, and then nodded lightly. Seeing this, Chen Mo pushed forward with the ball without saying a word.

Schweinsteiger ran towards him, while several other teammates also approached the Bayern players.

"Oh! Very decisive. Seeing that Bayern continued to use the 235 offensive system at work, Barcelona's young players adopted pressing tactics at the beginning of the second half!"

"They are indeed very decisive. They clearly see that it is unrealistic to defend five strikers. If Bayern continues to attack from the front of the penalty area, they are likely to lose the ball. However, pressing hard is also a double-edged sword. If you step forward to press others,

At the same time, it will also leave a gap behind. Now it depends on whether Barcelona will regain the ball first or Bayern will score first. If Bayern scores first, Barcelona will be in trouble. This shows that their tactics in the midfield are invalid.

It’s a serious blow to morale!”

"What Mr. Xiaomu said makes sense, but similarly, if Barcelona can successfully intercept the ball and counterattack, Bayern will not dare to continue to use such an extreme formation as 235, and their previous 4231 formation has proven to be unable to effectively break down the ball.

With Mo Jun controlling the Barcelona midfield, Bayern will also be in a deadlock by then. All in all, everything still depends on the performance of the little guys on the field, come on! Come on, little guys!"

Time passed by minute by second, and fifteen minutes passed quickly. Barcelona players tried their best to press under the nagging commentary of the commentator, but the pressing effect was average.

A flying shovel destroyed the ball out of the baseline. After getting up, Chen Mo raised his hand to shake off the sweat on his chin and glanced at his teammates. Everyone was holding their knees and gasping for air, especially the thin Fabregas, whose face was

Beads of sweat covered his eyes, and his eyes had lost focus.

"Trouble."

Pressing is the most energy-consuming tactic, not to mention that the physical fitness of Barcelona players is average. Once the physical strength cannot keep up, pressing will naturally become impossible.

"We must find a way to counterattack to boost morale, otherwise we will only fall into a physical and mental quagmire of [running so tired but ineffective]!"

As soon as the thought came to mind, Bayern threw the ball out of bounds, very far, directly towards Bastian Schweinsteiger in the middle, but the ball seemed to fly a bit slow?!

Chen Mo was excited, threw up his two long legs, and rushed towards the landing point of the thrown ball. Bastian Schweinsteiger stood at the landing point and seemed to be timid when he saw Chen Mo charging towards him like a bison.

, he did not take off to fight for the ball at the first moment. When he clenched his fists and tensed his shoulder muscles at the second moment to prepare to jump up and compete with Chen Mo, it was already too late!

"The opportunity has come!"

Chen Mo ignored Bastian Schweinsteiger and sprinted and jumped two steps away from the opponent.

The muscles all over the body were tense and he jumped high!

"Xiaomei!"

The shadow shrouded Schweinsteiger under him. Without thinking, Chen Mo suddenly shook his head and pushed the ball towards Bayern's half. But the moment he threw the ball away, Schweinsteiger was shrouded in the shadow.

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Tiger's mouth as if his plan had succeeded. Instead of returning to the defense to chase the ball, he turned around and ran towards the front of Barcelona's penalty area!

"what happened?!"

He exerted too much force and lost his balance in the air. Chen Mo fell heavily to the ground. He looked back and his eyes widened for a moment. When the ball was about to fall at Messi's feet, Hummels caught up first and caught up with him.

Messi stopped the ball with his chest in front of him!

"How is that possible? Isn't he on the left?!"

Bastian Schweinsteiger, who was obviously very strong but did not take off to fight for the top, was extremely fast and always focused his defense on the left. At this time, like a prophet, he was one step ahead of Messi and appeared on the right to steal Hummels.

!

"Are they trying to trick me?!"

In the blink of an eye, Chen Mo understood everything. At this moment, Hummels had already resisted Messi and sent a diagonal pass towards the Barcelona midfielder. He was looking for Bastian Schweinsteiger, who was rushing forward.

!

"Oh my God! Another instant transition between offense and defense! Mo Jun's header just now made the Barcelona players think that the offensive time has come, and the entire formation pressed forward. At this time, Hummels intercepted the ball and passed it straight to Schwein.

Steiger, switching offense and defense instantly, Barcelona’s midfield and backcourt became a mess!”

"The hunter becomes the hunted!!!"

The commentator's voice was flying in the sky. Schweinsteiger received the ball and drove the ball towards the Barcelona penalty area at high speed. Fabregas immediately stepped in and tried to stop the opponent with a foul, but his physical strength had bottomed out and his own strength

He was not strong. The moment the two came into contact, Schweinsteiger gritted his teeth, twisted his waist suddenly to the right, tightened his right arm, and swung his shoulder forward, trying to get in front of Fabregas.

It didn't get stuck, but the inertia of running and the powerful force directly knocked Fabregas to the ground as he rushed from the side!

"foul!"

"Foul! We fouled!"

The Barcelona players raised their hands while running, but the referee did not blow the whistle. Instead, the runner threw his hands forward.

The offense is favorable and the game continues!

"Oh my God! Schweinsteiger is too strong! He directly knocked over Barcelona's No. 6 Fabregas, and this may even cause Fabregas to get a yellow card. It's really a loss.

Madam, she lost her troops again!"

Under the spotlight, Bastian Schweinsteiger dribbled the ball to the top of the arc. The Barcelona defender did not dare to go to the top, but from this position, he could already take a shot!

"Barcelona's midfielder was left far behind, and there were five Bayern strikers standing on the back line. Bastian Schweinsteiger was free in front of the penalty area! No one can stop him! Is he about to score a goal!!!"

The commentator was so excited that he shouted at the top of his lungs. The audience and fans stood up one after another, stretched their necks, and looked excited.

The volcano roared, dull but silent. Everyone was looking forward to Schweinstein scoring a goal to ignite the volcano in their hearts!

"The championship belongs to Bayern!"

Facing Pique who abandoned the back line and rushed towards him, Schweinsteiger, who had already reached the top of the arc, did not choose to pass the ball. He flicked the ball with his right foot and the ball slid along the toes of the Barcelona defender.

Pique easily passed over the slippery ground, caught the ball, raised his right foot and volleyed hard.

"Is it coming? Is it coming?!!!"

"Is Bayern about to score?!!"

The commentator roared, and at this moment, a black shadow flew past and hit Schweinsteiger's well-developed left arm muscles hard. He lost his balance and Schweinsteiger was flipped over.

land!

"Ho! Oh my god, it's Mo Jun! When did he come back?!!!"

All the fans jumped up excitedly. Chen Mo, who had just fallen down near the center circle line, had unexpectedly returned to defense and knocked over Schweinsteiger with an iron-clad stance!

"Penalty kick!"

"Give him a red card!!!"

"A red card and a penalty are necessary!!!"

The great opportunity was ruined. The Bayern players were excited and surrounded the referee. Even the Bayern coach stretched out his hands and shouted. At this time, the referee's whistle also sounded at the right time. He had the whistle in his mouth and left hand.

Point to the penalty spot and reach your right hand toward your chest pocket.

“Want to give me a red dot set meal?!”

All the spectators on the sidelines and the players and coaches of all teams were stunned!

(End of chapter)