Vol 7 Chapter 115: The strongest patch (5)

The game entered the last ten minutes, but the waves resumed. First, Chelsea used a corner kick to get a comfortable opportunity in Manchester City's penalty area to increase the score again. Then, in stoppage time, Wang Ai took the ball from the outside and made a breakthrough. A half-high ball with neither legs nor hands penetrates the gap between Cech and the goal post, tying the score again...
At the press conference after the game, the Portuguese finally couldn't help it: "As you can see, the appearance of my student changed the direction of the game. He is really... Fortunately, my current students are also doing well, and they scored a point away. I am very satisfied."
When I saw the live press conference, Wang Ai had already returned home and was sitting tiredly in the living room eating supper. He didn't have to train tonight, it was past 11 o'clock.
"Guess, what was his unspoken word?" Shi Wenjun sat opposite Wang Ai with his chin up, his eyes wandering.
"What else could it be? From what I understand, it's probably some kind of son of a bitch." Wang Ai rolled his eyes and took a piece of beef brisket, cut it open, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Why are you unhappy about riding the Savior alone again? Isn't it the same moment that helped you to establish your leadership position silently again and again?" Shi Wenjun asked suspiciously.
Wang Ai shook his head: "If Manchester City goes on like this, I'm afraid it won't go far... Forget it, anyway, this year's focus is on the World Cup. Next year, it's their turn. I'll almost have to go by then."
Shi Wenjun understood, but not in front, Wang Ai lowered his head and ate for a while before explaining: "Manchester City's style of play is now basically Spanish-style control, which is popular all over the world, as well as Silva and the coach. But this style of play is not without advantages, and there are times when it hits a wall. Jose's Chelsea is the same, not to mention the special attack. If it is the strongest Barcelona of this style of play, you can also rely on the strength of the three players to persevere and fight hard. In the past, the general team did not have this ability, and being restrained was restrained."
"Then what?"
"Change the style of play, even if it's a partial change."
"Can I replace you?"
Wang Ai was at a loss for words, glanced at Xiaomei, and saw that she was smiling deliberately to amuse himself, and his heart warmed: "It is normal for our weak version of Barcelona to be restrained by the original Chelsea, their defense line is too tight, how can you fall? It's useless, when you are far away, you are as immobile as a mountain, and when you are close, you are alert and nimble. At this time, you need a battering ram to break up the opponent's defense line, and everyone will make a fuss around him, so that both inside and outside will survive."
"Is that how you play when you play?"
"Yes." Wang Ai nodded, and then said vaguely after eating: "But everyone didn't realize it, we still moved forward according to habit... Alas, the two souls of our team, Yaya Toure and Kompany. They are all behind, and I don’t know much about offensive tactics, so I can’t make any adjustments to the field, and I can’t understand my intentions. They keep giving me the ground ball. I’m such a big man, and mine also has the stunt of headers. . If this style of play remains the same, sooner or later the opponents will catch our weakness, and it will be the Champions League round of 16 in ten days."
"Top 16? Who is it?"
Wang Ai paused, expressionless: "Barcelona."
"Oh, no wonder." Xiaomei was taken aback.
After being silent for a while, Wang Ai still didn't vomit unpleasantly: "I don't know what's going on, it's probably because Mansour is too tolerant and gives a lot of money, so these guys are not nervous and always look like a picture. 'It's almost done, we're always making team history now, what's wrong'. It's over to catch up with a Chilean who is not as strict as Wenger. Hey, Wenger's strictness is all a joke. What's the result? Okay, the softer is softer, the wider is wider, and finally a stronger Mancini is gone."
Xiaomei laughed and laughed. In her mind, men rarely complained about teammates. In fact, Heynckes' Bayern, Phoenix's Inter Milan, and even Jose Mourinho's Chelsea all have Wang Ai's tactical dissatisfaction, but he can adapt, or endure, and satisfy Wang Ai's personal and collective achievements He will not speak, express or object to demands. But now? Manchester City has already shown the potential of being a master of vegetable abuse, which may have a structural contradiction with the strength, positioning and pursuit of the top three at that time.
Although Xiaomei had already thought about it clearly, she did not interrupt but docilely admired the man's eloquence.
"If you are not a center forward, you want to be a center forward, and if you are a center forward, you want to play a shadow forward. If a normal opponent can win with hard power, isn't it nonsense when they are evenly matched? People can't exert their strongest strength, which is why Waiting to lose!" Wang Ai was very suffocated in this game, and he couldn't hide it now: "It's not that Aguero can't lead the way, but it can only be an assassin who can't be a vanguard. Look at Messi, known as a forward. , but when are you not hiding in the second line? This is the correct way to use a small man. If you are not physically fit, you have to have space. You can go forward if you really want to, but you have to have a big man to alternate with you. Don't let people see through you, otherwise you have to play as the only center, then you are only half a center tactically, because you are not tall enough, your body is not enough, you don't have a header!"
"The two of them don't know what's going on." Wang Ai leaned on the back of the chair in the restaurant when he was full: "Originally, if they took turns charging, they could make up for their shortcomings, but one didn't like to come out and the other didn't like to go in. In the end, we only had a 1.73-meter center, he was so simple."
"Would you like to tell everyone? Or give instructions on the spot?" Xiaomei smiled and said, "It should be possible with your prestige?"
Wang Ai hesitated and shook his head: "Why should I? I'm not old Fan who can be the captain of the Crystal Palace. My relationship with everyone has always been friendly and neutral, not far or near. Otherwise, I have traveled through so many professional teams. Why haven't my abilities been captain once?"
Xiaomei wanted to say something, Wang Ai shook her head and stood up: "Forget it, go upstairs and play for a while, don't worry. A team that lacks tension, no matter how hard I try, the coach can't see the problem. He deserves it for not winning the Champions League."
Xiaomei stood up obediently: "Wait a minute, I'll clean up."
After a while, the two went upstairs hand in hand, Xiaomei also persuaded: "The engineer is also a world famous coach, there is no reason to see it, and not everyone is fine in this football, the average person still accounts for the majority. You also said, Manchester City The hard power is still enough, and you are here, I think there is still a chance to win the Champions League."
Wang Ai shook his head: "Don't worry, play with me on the computer for a while."
"Ah?" Xiaomei was surprised, and then her face turned red.
Wang Ai blinked: "What are you thinking? Nasty girl! Just after I finished eating, you made me exercise vigorously, and you planned to break my bowels."