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Chapter 42 Outrageous Acceleration Hanging
"Frankie, you must perform well in this game!"

Before the players went on the field, Koeman, with a serious face, pulled De Jong's ear and gave him a face-to-face order.

There are some things he can't tell De Jong directly, he can only hope that in this way, De Jong can play as well as possible.

However, De Jong clearly did not understand his intentions.

At the beginning of the game, the importance of De Jong in this tactical system was highlighted vividly.

Vallecano, with a 4-2-3-1 formation, deployed more personnel in the midfield. The two defensive midfielders, Consania and Sis, have been running to squeeze Pedri and Robbe. Toto's receiving space.

In desperation, the two could only pass the ball back to De Jong frequently, and let him re-"deal the cards"!
However, De Jong has long been accustomed to the position of central midfielder, and he prefers short passes and through balls.

After the two support points of midfielder Roberto and Pedri were strangled, De Jong, whose vision was not wide enough, was unable to find Vallecano's breakthrough for a long time.

Pass back to Pique.

Pass back to Garcia.

Passed back to Ter Stegen.

Koeman watched De Jong's passive pass selection off the court and jumped anxiously.

"Onward! Onward, Frankie!"

Koman waved his hand and shouted loudly.

He didn't notice at all, his head was already covered with big sweat.

Hearing Koman's urging, De Jong felt a little anxious and wanted to make some changes.

However, hasty changes often only lead to worse results.

De Jong made a long pass to find Alba, but Vallecano's right back Bariu was already prepared.

An early card position, and the ball was intercepted.

"It's over, bad!"

De Jong observed the situation on the field at the moment when the offense and defense switched, and his face darkened.

At this time, Coman on the sidelines also secretly thought something was wrong.

There is a large space behind the plugged-in Alba, and De Jong stands a bit forward due to habit problems.

If Bariu can successfully send the ball to the right forward Martin, then Martin and forward Enteka will form a 2V1 against central defender Garcia.

Barcelona, ​​it's dangerous!

"Quick, Jody, stop him!"

The closest to Bariu is Jordi Alba, and Koeman called on him to rush up.

Hmph, it's too late for you!
Bariu glanced at Alba, who was still five or six meters away from him, and laughed triumphantly in his heart.

Even if you speed up the ball, don't try to stop me!

Barrio kicked up.

In his mind, he had already seen the ball cross a perfect arc and precisely found his teammate Martin.

Bang!
However, the moment he lifted his foot, a cracking sound exploded.

His pass was intercepted by Qin Ming with a sliding shovel the moment he left his foot.

Crack. Crack. Crack!
The ball hit Qin Ming's calf, bounced into the air, stayed in the air for a few seconds and landed outside the sideline.

It wasn't until the ball came to a complete stop on the turf that everyone reacted.

"Nice job, brother!"

"Well done, Qin!"

Barcelona's teammates all gave Qin Ming admiring glances, only Bariu stared at him blankly.

What the hell!

This is too fast!

Is that human being?
Even if the acceleration is turned on, it's not so outrageous!

At this moment, Bariu was extremely shocked, only he knew what Qin Ming's shovel meant just now.

The moment he passed the ball, Alba, who was closest to him, was still five or six meters away. Qin Ming was probably more than ten meters away from him at that time.

From kicking to touching the ball, Bariu firmly believes that this short moment will never exceed 1 second.

This guy was able to rush to his side and rear to complete a clean sliding shovel in such a short period of time.

Simply incredible!
How much explosive power is needed for this!

Baliu silently looked at Qin Ming's well-developed calf, but his heart was trembling constantly.

Unlike the relieved Barcelona players, Koeman was furious at this time.

"Frankie, can you concentrate? Put all your goddamn attention on the pitch!"

Koeman made a rare swearing. On the one hand, he hoped that De Jong would perform better. On the other hand, the situation just now was really dangerous.

If De Jong continues to play according to this trend, Barcelona's game will be suspended.

The world has taught us a truth for a long time, the more we worry about what happens, the more likely it will happen.

As with other things, so with De Jong.

In the 25th minute of the game, De Jong received a return pass from Pedri.

Being targeted by Trejo, he wanted to play tricks, but he was half a beat slow when he used the butterfly to pass through the flowers.

Relying on his stronger body, the alert Trejo easily took control of the ball after a physical confrontation.

"Fake!"

Coman, who was drinking water on the sidelines, instantly turned on the runaway mode.Regardless of his own image, he smashed the water bottle in his hand to the ground angrily.

"Quick, come back to defense!"

Pique, who served as the captain in this game, looked anxious and called on his teammates to actively participate in the defense.

A mistake in De Jong's midfielder position is likely to deal a fatal blow to the team!

As the core of the last line of defense, Pique knows this very well.

But he ignored the speed of his teammates and the determination of the opponent's offense.

Finally it's my turn!
After Trejo grabbed the ball, he let out a breath of foul air in his chest, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

Before, he was led to run for most of the half by Barcelona's hypnotic chamfer.

Now, it's finally his turn to fight back!
Looking at the endless backcourt of Barcelona in front of him, Trejo's mood is really free now.

With a kick on the right foot, you can walk like flying.

With a quick start, Trejo left De Jong, who had just been intercepted, behind him.

Although Roberto on one side intends to return to defense, he can only see Trejo's back when he runs desperately.

Oops!

Pique looked at Trejo, who was advancing quickly, with two wingers and two wingers from Vallecano to support him. He could only defend and retreat with Garcia.

But looking at the two wing spaces left by Alba and Durst, Pique was as cold as ice.

You guys hurry back to defense!
Pique shouted helplessly and angrily in his heart, but in reality, all he could see was the front trio of Vallecano who was getting closer.

Change direction!

Trejo was a little closer to Pique, twisted his body to the right, and accelerated again in an instant.

His action presented Pique with a difficult test.

If you go up now, as long as Trejo can pass the ball to Martin who is plugging in, then Ter Stegen will have to face this Vallecano's full-back alone.

However, if he continues to retreat, Trejo will be able to enter the goal area immediately.

Letting the opponent hit the goal without defensive pressure at the front of the penalty area, Pique couldn't imagine what would happen.

well!Take a gamble and take a gamble!

Taking advantage of his dignity as the world's top central defender, Pique chose to grab it.

He wants to take a gamble, although the probability of success may be less than [-]%.

Although he was resolute, although he regarded death as home, Goddess of Luck did not smile at him this time.

Trejo paused slightly, and after avoiding Pique's first grab, he immediately passed the ball to Martin who was plugging in from the wing.

good chance!
Seeing this scene on the court, Vallecano's coach Iraola clenched his fists and was ready to celebrate.

He knew his disciples too well, and he had full confidence in Martin.

At this time, Pique had been taken away by Trejo, and Garcia on the other side was beyond his reach.

What Martin needs to do now is to face Ter Stegen alone.

Then he kicked that damned ball into Barcelona's net!

At this time, Martin is also full of confidence. He has experienced such scenes countless times.

He looked at Ter Stegen who was guarding the near corner, and the corner of his mouth grinned upwards.

I will accept the first point of this game!
He looked at the far corner of the goal, an area that Ter Stegen couldn't control.

A must!

"careful!"

Just as Martin adjusted his posture and was about to deal a fatal blow to Barcelona, ​​he heard the shouts of his teammates in his ears.

At that moment, he was at a loss, he didn't realize what was going to happen next.

But soon, he knew why his teammates shouted.

Right in front of his eyes, a muscular leg stabs obliquely at a speed close to the sound breaking.

The breath before he swung his leg to complete the shot, scooped the ball under his feet out of the touchline.

WTF!

what the hell!

Martin was taken aback by this scene, and it took him a long time to react.

It turned out that a person flew out and completed the tackle before he shot.

He took a closer look, and it turned out to be Qin Ming wearing the number 51!

Martin was extremely surprised, but what was more shocking than Martin at this time was the striker Enteka behind him who was in charge of supporting him.

He witnessed Qin Ming's entire process from speed up to chasing and destroying.

As a striker, he could no longer understand Qin Ming's speed.

It is simply fast, purely strong!
At this time, Enteka had a thousand words in his mind, but after thinking about it, he could only come up with one sentence in the end.

MD!Referee, I report someone cheating!
This acceleration hangs, the driving is too fucking outrageous!

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