Football giants

Chapter 841 Don't be too happy, young master!

"What, bet?"

When Nasser heard this, he immediately shook his head like a rattle. This fool just bet with Master Huan.

It's not that Master Huan has no gambling skills, on the contrary, Master Huan has very good gambling skills, and he is willing to admit defeat.

It's just that, Young Master Huan has never made unsure bets, so, betting with him basically means that you lose more than you win.

Abramovich didn't see Chelsea, so he made a bet with Master Huan, and almost lost his underwear.

So, who is willing to bet with Young Master Huan for no reason?
Not out of my mind, is it?

"Cut, why are you so timid? You are leading now, don't you have the spirit of a leader?"

Yang Huan glared at Nasser indignantly. If you don't take a gamble, watching the game is not fun.

Then he turned to look at Hamad, "Hey, I said, little prince of the Middle East, you don't have the guts, do you?"

"Hey, Master Huan, who said I have no guts? I..."

"Then don't talk too much, go ahead if you have the guts, let's make a bet, what do you bet?"

"I..." Hamad became depressed, I haven't finished yet, okay?

Looking for help, he looked at Nasser, who looked like I didn't know anything, didn't see, didn't hear, and I was concentrating on watching the football game, which almost didn't make Hamad go berserk.

"Okay, Master Huan, then what are you betting on?" Hamad was at a loss, hanging his head like a rooster who has lost a fight.

"Don't you Tottenham Hotspur have a player named Emre Can who is on loan in our Hamburg? Just bet on him!"

"Is there such a person?" Hamad frowned, why didn't he remember?

It doesn't seem like a big deal, so it shouldn't matter.

If Van Gaal really valued him, why would he loan him out?

"That's fine, Master Huan, if I lose, that's called..."

"Emre Jan!" Yang Huan said again.

"Oh, yes, Emre Can, I'll sell it to you!"

"It's not for sale, it's for gift!"

"Send?" Hamad felt a little bit pained, this is too much of a gamble, right?

But think about it, now that I am in a good situation, and I am playing at home, and I am leading by one goal, can I not win?
Besides, in recent times, Master Huan has indeed been unlucky.

No, when he was in the International Champions Cup before, he lost three games in a row, and directly lost three latest Aston Martin Lagonda Subversives. He really regretted them.

At the beginning, they were still regretting that the bet with Master Huan was too small!

Well now, the opportunity is coming, let's be big, maybe Master Huan has been unlucky recently, so I can make a lot of money?

"Master Huan, why don't you take Hazard out for a bet?"

"Azhar?" Yang Huan almost dropped his jaw in shock, and the way he looked at Hamad also changed, as if to say, you kid can do it, an Emre Can, you want to exchange me for an Azhar?

"You are bubbling beautiful!"

"Master Huan, I haven't finished talking yet, and I don't want you to give it away, just sell it!"

"No, Hazard can't bet!"

"Then Toni Kroos, if I win, I will pay the original price of 6000 million pounds to take away!"

"You have a good idea, no, change it!"

"Then Suarez can always do it?"

"I can't wipe it, he is the absolute main force, no!"

"Then who can do it?" Hamad wanted to cry, I don't want you to give it away, as long as you sell it, you can't do this, you can't do that, what do you want?

Yang Huan thought about it in his heart, it seems that there are really not many people going.

Now Southampton's first team is either in its prime or a young player, how can it be exchanged?
Just like Prouss, that kid is quite clever. Yang Huan has met him several times, and he has a good impression. He is also a saint who has been trained by the youth since he was a child. He has feelings, and he is also called Beckham II. How can he change it?
The less emotional ones should be Ali, the midfielder who was brought in from Milton this season, and introduced by Martin Hunter at the St. George's youth training base, but the scouting system spoke highly of him, and he is now playing in League Two with the youth team, so...

After much deliberation, it seems that there is really no... Wait, there is!

"Hey, Hamad, if you win, I'll send Cesar to you!"

"Cesar?" Hamad was taken aback.

"That's right, it's him. I'm loyal enough. If you trade a rookie for a Brazilian national, you'll make a lot of money!"

My goodness, Master Huan, you are too shameless, aren't you?
Yes, Cesar is from Brazil, but how old is he?
One foot into the retirement threshold, okay?
You trade an old goalkeeper who is on the verge of retirement for a young and capable rookie?

This... If such a deal is made, it will be my fault if my father doesn't hack me to death!
Nasser on the side was looking at his nose and heart, wiping cold sweat secretly in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't bet with Master Huan just now.

I heard that he is also very interested in Lucas Moura and Matuidi, if he bet with him, he would also trade Cesar, then he... Cough, so, don't be too happy to be a man, young master!
Yang Huan also noticed Hamad's expression, "Hey, let me tell you, Hamad, just now you looked like you had the chance to win, since you've already won, so why bother? I'm at a disadvantage now, you must let me go, don't you?"

Uh... can you still say that?

Hamad thought for a while, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said yes, Cesar will be Cesar.

The Chinese people have a saying, oh, yes, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

It is an honor to be able to dig a piece of meat from Master Huan, isn't it?

"Okay, I'll bet with you, we've made a deal!"

Yang Huan nodded, "Okay, continue watching the game."

Sure enough, there is a bet, and it looks like the ball is extremely nervous and frightening.

As soon as Yang Huan and Hamad started to gamble, the two immediately became excited.

At the critical moment of the game, the two started yelling.

However, after Paris Saint-Germain scored, the situation of the game gradually opened up.

Koeman immediately made some fine-tuning of the team's tactics, and Monaco launched a crazy counterattack.

First, Fekir was fouled by Maxwell when he dribbled the ball on the right, but the referee turned a blind eye, which made Yang Huan very angry.

Then Biglia made a pass to find Mitrovic who was pulled out of the penalty area. The Serbian center knocked back and Kondogbia stepped in. After receiving the ball at the front of the penalty area, he directly volleyed vigorously.

But this shot was barely above the crossbar.

However, Paris Saint-Germain also quickly changed colors.

A quick counterattack, Ibrahimovic grabbed the first point and passed back to Matuidi.

The French midfielder sent the ball to the left Pastore crossed the penalty area diagonally. Lucas Moura grabbed the spot at the front of the small penalty area, but the last shot was slanted.

This missed shot from close at hand made Hamad almost go crazy in the stands.

"Isn't it? This guy can't even score this kind of ball, what is he doing?"

Looking at the posture of the little prince in the Middle East, he just wanted to rush into the field and twist off Lucas Moura's head to sit on a stool. It's too shameful, isn't it?

And Young Master Huan sat aside with a smile, "So you don't understand the ball, you didn't notice just now that Marquinhos has already stuck to him, so he probably has no chance to adjust the angle, understand?"

Hamad curled his lips and said reluctantly, "Hmph, there is still a chance anyway!"

This is true.

This game in Monaco did expose a lot of problems.

The midfield and frontcourt are better, especially the midfield, the pressure is quite in place, which has a lot to do with the fact that this set of midfield has not been touched.

Although there are some problems in the frontcourt, it can be seen that after the warm-up match, they have initially established a tacit understanding.

The only one is this pair of central defenders.

Picked out individually, Maquinhos and Abdunur's defensive strength are quite good.

Although Abdunur is tall, his body is very flexible, strong, and fast. Whether he encounters a high center forward like Zlatan Ibrahimovic or facing Lucas Moura on the wing, he can handle it.

Needless to say, Marquinhos has been compared by many professionals with Thiago Silva on the opposite side of the court.

However, if these two central defenders get together, it is easy to go wrong, and the tacit understanding is not enough.

Should Koeman think about it and stabilize his defense?
Yang Huan was a little worried. If he continued to play like this, the risk of losing the ball would be very high.

Because Paris Saint-Germain's defense is equally good, especially Thiago Silva and David Ruiz, the two hardly need to re-establish a tacit understanding, plug and play.

As if he heard the voice in Yang Huan's heart, Coman really adjusted on the sidelines.

Monaco's midfielder began to no longer press heavily, but retreated consciously to stabilize the defense.

This move undoubtedly boosted the momentum of Paris Saint-Germain at home. They began to gradually invest more troops in the offense, and wanted to give their number one championship competitor a painful blow in the first game of the league.

If Monaco can be defeated in the opening game, it will undoubtedly lose a strong opponent on the way to the championship.

And the fans at the Parc des Princes obviously had the same thoughts, shouting with great enthusiasm.

But the strange thing is that after Paris Saint-Germain began to dominate the situation, the threat they could create disappeared.

Sitting in the stands, Yang Huan clearly saw that when Paris Saint-Germain entered their own half, Kondogbia and Biglia basically retreated to the front of the defense to protect.

Koeman's move is obviously to lure Paris Saint-Germain out, and then hit the opponent's counterattack.

"Now it's getting interesting!" Yang Huan laughed.

The tactical duel in football matches has always been to use one's own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

When Monaco's defense is not in place, it is obviously inappropriate to rush out to play against a center like Zlatan Ibrahimovic.

Of course, it’s not okay to be too conservative, because the defense line is too far back, and Ibrahimovic’s threat will also be great.

How to grasp this scale depends on Koeman's own choice.

Facts have proved that after Coman's adjustment, the main area where the two sides compete for the ball is concentrated in the section from the 30-meter area to the center line in Monaco. Even in many cases, Monaco will press the defense line to the front of the 30-meter area.

If the midfielder does not press up, the frontcourt retracts, and the defense does not retreat, the entire formation will be flattened.

In this case, Paris Saint-Germain's option is to use the wing to tear open the Monaco defense.

In the case that Pastore on the left is inclined to organize, the biggest weapon is the speed winger Lucas Moura on the right.

Therefore, when Monaco adjusted, Lucas Moura got more chances on the right.

Koeman is obviously also prepared to let the left back Kurzawa stabilize the defense more.

Because of his outstanding performance in Monaco, this left-back who has just been selected for the French national team is quite trustworthy when he concentrates on defense.

More importantly, his role is not just defensive.

When Cabaye wanted to pass the ball to Lucas Moura on the right again, Kurzawa suddenly accelerated and rushed out from a diagonal stab. He abruptly grabbed the ball before Lucas Moura and intercepted the ball halfway.

It's nothing more than intercepting the ball, the French left-back even took the ball forward in a big stride, and blew the horn of counterattack on the spot.

In the frontcourt, Carrasco raised his hand for the ball, clearly ready.

(End of this chapter)