The coaching career started as a college team coach

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Rudi Garcia, the head coach of Marseille, is silent now.

Sometimes things are just like this.

There is something that you may do 10 times, 100 times, or for a lifetime, but in the end you fail for various reasons; but sometimes others succeed in doing the same thing once.

Football is sometimes like this.

They took the lead for 30 minutes, and it seemed that Marseille was also creating threats frequently on the field, but the only goal was scored by the referee's negligence.

The Wolves' counterattack only hit once, and even with the throw-in, there were only 4 passes in total before they reached Marseille's goal.

Jota scored.

Marseille's lead did not last long, and now the score is back to the same starting line.

"Why is it like this?" He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Rudi Garcia glanced at the side, and the coaching team of the Wolves was hugging each other now, happier than winning the championship. The Chinese man in the middle of them, wearing a black suit jacket, smiled particularly brightly.

Rudi Garcia sighed, now it was his turn to make a decision.

But the Wolves did not seem to give him the time and space to make a decision.

Because after the restart, the game completely entered the rhythm of the Wolves.

The Wolves' high-pressure pressing has even reached the front of Marseille's penalty area, and the Wolves players who are in good shape are in better physical condition than the Marseille players. The three "small and fast" in the front court constantly press the defenders' space in front of Marseille's back line.

The pressure on the Marseille players is great!

They certainly don't want to lose the ball in the backcourt, especially after seeing Jota's shooting skills, they can't let the Wolves players hold the ball in dangerous places. But they can't control the ball under their feet!

Rodri, Dendoncker and De Paul firmly occupied the midfield. They were not afraid of physical confrontation. Rodri and Dendoncker were both tall and good at heading.

The right back who was originally scheduled to press to the winger position before the attacking phase can't press out now. If he goes up, there will be fewer points in the backcourt to receive the ball.

In order not to make mistakes, the Marseille players have to kick the ball.

But the accuracy of the long pass kicked under pressure is definitely worse. In addition, the height of Marseille's frontcourt players is generally not an advantage, so the Wolves players can pass the ball back from the back to the front.

Then organize the attack.

If the ball is lost, then press again, forcing the Marseille players to pass long.

This is a dead cycle. The Wolves are of course happy to see it happen, but the Marseille players don't want to see it.

The threats again and again made the Marseille fans and players nervous. The most threatening one was that the Wolves' shot almost brushed past the goal post.

40 minutes.

Marseille's long pass, or the clearance, was kicked directly out of the sideline, giving the Wolves a chance to get a throw-in. This time, the Marseille players did not dare to be careless at all. The goal just now was also caused by a throw-in.

"Hey." Rodri ran up and stopped Tierney who wanted to serve directly.

"What's the matter?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it, I want to play a trick." Rodri smiled and didn't explain much. Although Tierney was a little confused, it was always right to listen to the captain at this time, so he still gave the ball to Rodri.

Tierney turned his head and found that Dendoncker and Maguire both ran up, but De Paul returned to the central defender position.

He realized what Rodri wanted to do.

If the situation could not be opened up for a long time, a set-piece would be a very good way to break the situation. At this time, if the hand-thrown ball could be sent directly into the penalty area, it would be a great offensive opportunity.Just like a corner kick or a free kick.

But Tierney's concern is, can he send it through?

Such changes were also noticed by Wei Le, but he stood on the sidelines and did not stop it, but watched Rodri retreat thoughtfully.

"Can he send it through? Is it too far?" Zhan Jun was a little skeptical. Generally speaking, no matter how powerful a hand-thrown ball is, it is just a hand-thrown ball. The deceleration of the thrown ball in the air is more obvious than that of the kicked ball.

Generally speaking, a hand-thrown ball is sent near the baseline, which is closest to the penalty area, and the action of the thrower is the least difficult, and it is most likely to be successful.

But Rodri's position is still some distance from the baseline, and it is still difficult to send it diagonally into the penalty area.

Rodri is already running backwards.

Everyone stared at the tall Spanish player's movements. He took a step and then sprinted forward. When one foot stepped on the sideline, the upper limbs that were originally leaning back with the movement of the lower limbs were stretched to the extreme like a bowstring.

As he stepped on the sideline with firm steps, his waist and abdomen exerted force, his upper limbs swung forward, and his arms threw the football high up like a catapult!

"There's still a chance!"

After a short run-up, Rodri threw the ball out of bounds to the empty area in the middle of the opponent's defense line in the same way as throwing a solid ball. The ball just flew over the defender's head and came in front of his teammates.

The ball did not fly straight out.

It actually had some external rotation, just like the outside instep cross kicked by Rodri!

At this time, Tierney had no doubts at all! Who said that a hand-thrown ball is less powerful than a foot-kick? !

He focused his attention and judged that the ball would fly over his own head, so he stopped fighting in the penalty area and withdrew from the penalty area.

Dendoncker jumped up, facing the direction of the ball, and rubbed the ball behind him with his head. The penalty area behind him was already in chaos, and in the end the goalkeeper punched the ball out.

But is it really safe? !

Tierney's eyes widened, the ball flew straight at him!

He took a look and saw that the goalkeeper was lying on the ground because of his unstable center of gravity. Now was a golden opportunity!

There was no time to stop the ball! Tierney chose to believe in himself at this time!

"John Bailey cleared the ball to the periphery - but Tierney!!!!!!"

Tierney almost turned his body sideways, and his left leg hit the back of the football like a whip! The football, which was still bouncing slowly, instantly changed its flight direction and flew towards the goal!

"It's broken!!!"

John Bailey quickly got up and wanted to chase back to clear the ball, but how could his speed catch up with Tierney's volley? !

The football experienced a sudden drop in the air, rubbed the upper edge of the crossbar, and flew into the goal! ! !

"The goalpost shot!!! Tierney's long shot, the ball went in!"

"Wolves have overtaken!!!"