Star Coach

Goal-scored, goal-scored, and then lost the ball. Before the first half was over, the two teams had already scored three goals, but Monaco was behind.

Xu Yang was very excited, "Did you see that? Real Madrid's offensive line is not something Monaco can stop. Jiangshan's arrangement was great, cutting off Real Madrid's midfield pass, but it was useless, the gap between the players was too big."

"Maybe Real Madrid will take a nap in the league, but there will definitely be no upsets in the Champions League semi-finals."

Huang Jianxiang had nothing to say, it was really personal ability, Zidane, Figo and Ronaldo were connected, who could stop it? Manchester United can't, and Monaco can't either.

Jiangshan swung his arm, and Monaco didn't panic after losing the ball. They quickly organized an attack. The ball quickly passed the midfield, Rothen made a long pass to Giuly, and Giuly made a lob pass into the penalty area.

Drogba bullied Hierro, directly pressed the opponent to the ground, and headed the ball into the goal.

Casillas made a great save, jumped high, and lifted the shot that was close to him out of the field, a corner kick.

Rothen stood in front of the corner kick pole, ready to serve, while Pushol and Drogba bullied the aging Hierro at the same time.

Hierro's performance was extremely strenuous and difficult to deal with. Bosque had no choice but to rely on Hierro's command and experience in the back line. Pavon was too young and could not withstand the pressure in the Champions League semi-finals. Backcourt players are not as good as frontcourt players. Any mistakes made by backcourt players are fatal, and the blow to confidence is also fatal.

Florentino also shook his head, "The old man Hierro should have been replaced long ago. What is Bosque thinking? Fortunately, this is the first round. If two strong men appear in the next game, we may still fail!"

He gritted his teeth, "No, in the next game, Hierro must not be allowed to play. It's too bad."

Beep!

The referee's crisp whistle interrupted the thoughts of everyone on the field.

The half-time game ended, and there was a fifteen-minute halftime break.

Roteng was stunned. He hadn't sent out the corner kick yet. The first half had one minute of extra time, and just one second had passed... In any case, the corner kick was going to fly out, right?

The Monaco players were also stunned. What was going on? No extra time corner kicks? Jiang Shan obviously didn't expect that he had finally waited for the chance to equalize the score in the first half, but lost it again.

Facing Bosque, Jiang Shan was still elegant, "You performed well, the second half will be more exciting."

Bosque walked back to the locker room depressed with a bulging belly, muttering in his heart, "Don't be fooled, don't be fooled, Jiang Shan is a liar, a big liar, I will be killed by him if I talk to him."

At the end of the first half, Monaco was 1:2 behind away from home, and there was still half time, and there was still a chance to equalize or even overtake.

The camera swept across, and the demeanor of the two head coaches was instantly frozen. Jiang Shan was elegant, but Bosque seemed a little petty. This scene made Florentino's mood cloudy, "Bosque still lacks a bit of temperament, unfortunately, he is not worthy of Real Madrid's noble temperament."

In the locker room, Jiangshan was very satisfied with the players' performance and kept encouraging them to continue according to the pre-match preparations, and there was no need to think about other things. Anyway, they are already behind, barefoot is not afraid of those wearing shoes, more goals are wins.

Bosque did not put more pressure on the players. He encouraged the players to pass more and use more passes and cuts to disrupt Monaco's cutting tactics. Figo raised his head proudly, that's it, just give me more balls.

In the first half, Figo was the best player in Real Madrid, with one goal and one assist, and he also created a yellow card and even a red card, but he impressed the referee with his demeanor. It has to be said that the referee is biased towards Real Madrid, and Bernardi's second foul was at most a verbal warning.

Zidane felt very uncomfortable when he heard it. Isn't this accusing me of not passing the ball to Figo? Is this my fault? There are people watching him all the time, can I give him the ball? There was a gap at the last moment, I gave it to him, and I also created a goal, but no one said it was my credit, what the hell.

The second half started soon, and the players of both teams returned to the field.

Jiangshan had already used up one substitution in the first half, and Real Madrid had not made any adjustments. Bosque had more and better cards in his hand.

At the beginning of the second half, Real Madrid took the lead in attacking, and Monaco's tactics were still clear, cutting off the connection between Zidane and his teammates. Zidane's passing and control are both top-notch, and his organizational ability is impeccable, but he is not the king of goals.

Jiangshan just strangled this point. Zidane had Ronaldo in front of him, so it was impossible for him to rush to the front, and Ronaldo also scored in the first half.

The Monaco players only revealed a momentary flaw, and Zidane's ball had been given out, and it was comfortably handed over to Ronaldo's feet.

Ronaldo got the ball, started, shot, and moved easily.

Roma was well prepared, saved the ball, and smashed it out of the penalty area, but unfortunately it was blocked by Makelele and passed to Zidane next to him. Zidane continued to organize the attack.

Real Madrid was pressing Monaco, and Makelele also moved from the backcourt to the frontcourt to help control and counter-steal, adding a point of passing.

Cisse intercepted Makelele's pass of more than three meters, intercepted it before Raul received the ball, and passed it to Rothen on his side. Rothen did not dare to waste time, and immediately launched a long pass organization, and Giuly was running.

He and Giuly had a tacit understanding, and the counterattack was very methodical. Giuly's electric mouse got into the middle and backcourt players of Real Madrid, which really caused a flea chaos.

Going around the side and passing back to the middle, Drogba unloaded the ball with his chest and gave it to Pussor, who shot before Hierro could kick. Unfortunately, it was destroyed by Carlos in advance.

Carlos's defense was solid and his offense was sharp, which made Ibarra's side very uncomfortable, and he could hardly cross the half court. Cisse also frequently assisted in defense, and the defense and offense were seriously tilted, lacking balance.

Failed to form a shot, the ball was firmly controlled by Carlos, his long pass was also very fierce, kicking the ball with a big foot, passing the half court and landing at Figo's feet.

Figo raised his hand to signal, thanking for the pass. Cisse defended Figo closely, not daring to go too far, and roared, "You have a great body, damn it."

"Hehe, the best is yet to come!" Figo saw Ibarra assisting in defense and had no room to move forward, so he quickly passed the ball to Zidane, "He doesn't give me the ball, but I will give it to him, this is a leader."

Zidane had been waiting for a long time, and passed the ball to Raul without stopping. Raul ran with the ball, and his speed was so fast that Evra couldn't restrain himself. It was very uncomfortable to follow behind.

Whoosh!

Raul raised his head and flicked his toes, and the ball passed in front of Rodriguez and Givet, and Ronaldo didn't grab the ball. Figo met the ball and shot it, hitting the goal post, which was a huge threat and could not be stopped.

"My luck was a little off." Figo said self-deprecatingly.

Seeing Monaco launch a counterattack, he also swam with it, ready to counterattack Monaco at any time, "I feel that my condition is too good, unstoppable."

Giuly dribbled past Makelele who was not yet stable. Makelele went close to him and blocked Giuly's shooting space in one go. He saw the opportunity in one move, a terrible defensive player.

Drogba went to Giuly's side to support and control the ball. Facing Carlos, it was a bit difficult. His gear was not high enough. Facing the strong and technically excellent Carlos, he could only be defeated.

To his teammates, Ibarra had swam over at some point. Ibarra touched the ball and gave it to Drogba. At this time, Makelele faced Drogba, and the body of the monster had the upper hand.

Hierro was suppressed by Pussor again. At the same time, Elguera and Carlos focused on Giuly. Salgado was restrained by Rothen. There was a rare vacuum in Drogba's position, and a chance to shoot appeared.