Star Coach

During this period, the defense line was in danger. Jiangshan's back was a little wet and his palms were sweaty.

"Damn, it's more nervous than playing on my own." Jiangshan pinched his fingers in his pocket, "No, I have to stay calm. I am the most powerful coach. Stay calm, stay calm!"

Huff-in-and-in, several deep breaths in a row, finally calmed down.

The Monaco players were also nervous, their feet were even a little weak, this kind of game was too torturous.

But when they saw Jiangshan calm on the sidelines, they unconsciously felt more reliable and slowly relaxed. Cooper was just the opposite. After receiving a yellow card, Inter Milan's players also became nervous.

Zanetti kept calling out to his teammates, "Brothers, hold on, we only need one goal."

"Yes, one goal, we have a chance, keep putting pressure on them." Cannavaro also applauded in the backcourt, "Recoba, Crespo, you pull the space, and strengthen the long shot in the midfield."

Smith stopped Zanetti, "Don't think about long shots, I'm here."

"You are a striker, get back to where you should be." Zanetti was annoyed. This guy was floating all over the field like a ghost, and he was everywhere.

Difficult!

Jiangshan looked at the time and played another card. Rothen came on the court to replace Cisse who was exhausted.

Rothen and Giuly were separated on both sides, but Rothen's task was heavier, he needed to make up for the lack of midfield defense. Rothen was ordered to play. His defensive ability was average, but he was physically fit and had no problem marking people.

Inter Milan had just shifted the focus of the attack from the middle to the wing, and Jiangshan immediately arranged Rothen to play again to strengthen the defense and eliminate possible hidden dangers.

Cooper was so angry that he scratched his head. "Jiangshan is a bastard, a big bastard, a lunatic, a big lunatic. What the hell, what does he want to do? Is he thinking about killing Inter Milan? It's not that simple."

Inter Milan's players are not vegetarians. Although they failed to score, they have been putting huge pressure on Monaco. Jiangshan dared not send Ribery. He was a little bit tender and might not be able to withstand the pressure.

Drogba cruised in the frontcourt, squeezing the back line of Inter. He was also amazed today. Recoba's dribbling and Crespo's body control made him amazed.

After joining Monaco, he kept thinking about Shevchenko's technical characteristics, and learned from Nonda and Pushol on the spot. He made great progress. In the past few days, he carefully observed the technical movements of Recoba and Crespo.

He felt that he touched a membrane, a technical membrane.

As long as he poked it lightly, this membrane might be broken. He has bled today, and he can't let the blood flow in vain. He must poke this membrane.

Things in the future will surely come naturally and be full of nourishment.

Zicos took the ball to the front court, got rid of it on the spot, and passed it directly to the left side of the penalty area. Giuly was here, and he had just switched positions with Rothen.

Giuly was almost a free man on the court, constantly moving around, harassing the defense line, and creating threats.

Cordoba defended in place, blocking Giuly's shooting angle, and tightly stuck to Giuly, not giving Giuly any chance.

But Giuly has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he is not a virgin. He must know how to deal with the sprint problem at the critical moment. After all, he is fine.

With a buckle of his left foot, the ball just passed through Cordoba's crotch, and the ball was in a good position.

At this time, a figure like a demon beast rolled past Materazzi and rolled into the penalty area. Facing Toldo who rushed over.

Drogba was unusually calm, and that was when he was. "I'm going to break this membrane. I'm going to use force, don't cry out in pain."

He leaned against Materazzi, hooked his toes, and actually pulled the ball to the right side of his body. He pushed the ground with his left foot, exerted force, and his body deflected, a little off balance.

No trouble, I have long legs, straight and slender black long legs, long legs without hair removal, long legs without hair.

Cannavaro keenly felt the threat and squeezed over to stop Drogba, but unfortunately, he was a little slow.

Drogba had already controlled the ball while losing his balance, and pushed the ball out, and pushed it out hard.

"Shoot!"

Swish, swish, swish... a fierce shot. The ball passed through Cannavaro's eyes and went straight to the middle of the goal.

When Toldo saved the ball, there was no one in the goal, and Drogba shot into the empty goal.

Snap!

Cannavaro bumped into him, and the two overlapped again. Drogba felt a little hard and uncomfortable.

My knee hurts too, scratched by Cannavaro's shoes, a little broken.

But these are not problems, blood is not a problem, breaking through that membrane, the membrane of technology, is the biggest gain.

The ball went into the net, successfully.

The goal counts!

Monaco scored at home, leading 1:0.

Inter Milan must score two goals to advance, and there are less than fifteen minutes left in the game, leaving little time for Cooper to adjust.

Drogba struggled to get up, "I scored, Coach Jiangshan, I scored."

He rushed towards Jiangshan, and suddenly slid on his knees, too excited, too excited.

Three stripes appeared strangely on the lawn.

This... familiar three stripes made Jiangshan a little dazed, "This guy,. Is he hard?"

The Monaco player rushed over and pressed Drogba under him, twitching and shaking constantly.

It hurts! Drogba finally roared.

"Everyone, get up. I'm in so much pain."

Well, the skin on the knee was broken, the wound deepened, and blood was gushing out. The team doctor took the order to enter the field again.

Jiangshan did not hesitate to replace Drogba. He hesitated for a moment and let Ribery go on the field to feel the pressure.

"Remember, in the last minute, control the tempo, don't play fast. Don't leave any space for Inter Milan."

The game is not over yet. As long as Inter Milan scores a goal, the two games will be 1:1 and will enter overtime.

Guardiola applauded, "Yes, in the last minute, we just need to control the tempo, pass and control, pass and control, we must pass and control." He wanted to turn into Jiangshan and command on the sidelines. In such a game, scoring at the critical moment is so inspiring.

Drogba limped off the court and saw Materazzi, "I'm going to the nightclub first. I hope you can see your mother later."

"Fuck you, I'll kill you." Materazzi confronted Drogba. If Zanetti hadn't pulled him away, he would definitely hit Drogba with his head.

After Ribery came on the court, Monaco really played pass and control. The ball rolled from the backcourt to the frontcourt. If there was no chance, it rolled back from the frontcourt to the backcourt.

Cooper cursed on the sidelines, "Jiangshan, let's fight with real swords and guns, you are not ashamed to play with women's stuff?"

"Sorry, you are too strong, I can only do this." Jiangshan shrugged, "But you got the ball. Did you see it?"

Crespo got the ball, but before he could pass it, he was immediately surrounded by Smith, Ribery and Rothen, who counter-robbed it on the spot, and the ball returned to the feet of Monaco players again.

The sudden passing and control disrupted Inter Milan's passing and control, giving fans an illusion that such skills and tactics are so awesome!

In fact, as long as Inter Milan's players are given enough time, they can easily break through the defense, but their mentality is disordered, and Monaco suddenly changes the rhythm, and they have not adapted yet.

Passing and control is not that easy to play, let alone that easy to control. At this stage, passing and control is just a special means for Jiangshan to change tactics.