Handsome position is not easy

Chapter 106

The Bernabéu stadium, which can accommodate 1000 people, shocked Young enough. The attendance rate of this game far exceeded the imagination of everyone in Porto. Perhaps affected by the defeat in the league, the fans wanted to see Real Madrid's superstars. With the addition of more than [-] Porto fans who have traveled so far, four-fifths of the seats in the Bernabéu Stadium have already been occupied.

In the dressing room of the visiting team, Mourinho got Real Madrid's starting list, which was indeed the same as he had envisioned, except that Guti was replaced by McManaman, and the formation changed from 5-4-1. A slightly odd 3-3-2-2.

"Goalkeeper Iker Casillas, three central defenders Karanka, Herguera and Hierro, wingbacks Roberto Carlos and Salgado, midfielder Makelele, left and right midfielders are McManaman and Qi Dane, Morientes and Figo are on the left and right.

不要被这个3-3-2-2的阵型欺骗了，麦克马纳曼虽然也是边前卫出道，他和菲戈应该还是会出现在左右中场，防守时八成就变为之前我们预测的5-4-1阵型了，不过可能这两名中场活动的范围会比较大，轮流突前的话确实看起来很像3-3-2-2。

McManaman is 30 years old. I originally thought that Bosque would let him rest for two more games, but it doesn't matter. Both he and Guti have the ability to swing forward and midfield. Our defensive matchup remains the same, but we have to Pay more attention to this guy.

McManaman is one of the few English players with a high level of skill. His foot frequency is very fast. His small steps are very efficient. Paredes, you have to get stuck in the position. McManaman likes to lead from the backcourt alone. The ball rushes forward, and he has the ability to shoot long-range with one calf. Don't give him too much space. "

Seeing the players sluggish because of the atmosphere at the Bernabéu, Mourinho felt very uncomfortable. Although the years in Barcelona did not give him red and blue blood that hated Real Madrid, he also cultivated the ability to face the top teams. With an unafraid mentality, he can admit the weakness on paper in theory, but he never thinks that this weakness will definitely be realized in the game.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. Even if Zidane alone can be worth half of our team, so what? After all, he is still a human being rather than a god on the football field. As long as he is a human being, he will definitely make mistakes. , do you still need me to preach like coaxing children?"

A few words from Mourinho made everyone in Porto blushed. Costinia stood up first, waved his arms and shouted to his teammates: "I will complete the task assigned to me by the coach and stare at Zida. Inside, you also have to do your best, so what about the Galacticos, let us give them the first defeat in the second stage of the group stage!"

When leaving the dressing room of the visiting team, Porto's morale had returned to normal, but the fierce faces of several of them soon smiled, for no other reason than Luis Figo, who was wearing Real Madrid's No. [-] jersey, came over Say hello to teammates of the Portuguese national team.

"Hey, Vitor, Jorge, I knew you guys would come over, how about having dinner together after the game?"

Baia and Andrade stepped forward and gave Figo a warm hug. The three of them hugged their shoulders and chatted happily. The other Portuguese in the Porto team looked envious. They also wanted to hang shoulders with Figo. Chatting, but it's a pity that they are neither teammates nor friendship.

"Okay, Luis, take us to the best restaurants in Madrid, and by the way, do you have a treat?"

Figo stroked his hair that was sprayed with hairspray with his left hand, pinched his big nose with his right hand, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Of course, in Madrid, of course I am the host..."

Before he finished speaking, Hierro came out from behind abruptly, looked at the Portuguese standing there like a line up for inspection, and snorted coldly in his nose: "Madrid has rules, whoever wins wins the match." Treat, but I don’t see any difference, it’s Figo who pays for it anyway.”

As two neighboring countries on the same peninsula, Spanish and Portuguese have a lot in common. Because Portuguese has a heavy nasal sound and a small mouth shape, most of the time the Spaniards can understand it, but the Portuguese can understand it. Understand Spanish very well.

Except for Alenichev and Paredes who were a little slow, even Deco, a Brazilian who had been in Portugal for more than five years, understood what Hierro meant, and all Porto people voted for the Real Madrid captain for a while. Without looking angry, Baia brushed away Figo's hand on his shoulder, and was about to walk there with his arms stretched.

It was quite uncomfortable for Figo to be caught in the middle. On one side was the provocative old captain, and on the other side was a friend of his own national team. It was not good to help anyone at this time. He shook his head and stood over, pulling away the two who almost collided. Captain Wei: "Don't be impulsive, everyone stay calm..."

But at this time Postiga suddenly remembered the task that Mourinho ordered him. Figo was afraid that the two groups would fight in the player tunnel, and everyone was blowing their beards and staring. No one cared about restraining the others. Teammate, this young man swayed in front of Hierro even though he was squeezed.

The captain of Real Madrid was still proud of his beautiful sarcasm, but he didn't expect a boy with a baby face to pop out of the crowd. Postiga swallowed. The atmosphere here was so exciting that he couldn't use his tongue up.

"Old...Old man, walk carefully, I will shake you...a big split..."

Hearing this, Hierro's face changed, and he was about to go up and teach Postiga a lesson with his mouth trembling. He used to scold old fried dough sticks. Who would have thought that the one who popped out this time was a little fresh meat? Figo couldn't see it. Okay, hurry up and call your Real Madrid teammates to stop Hierro, who is about to make a move.

"Okay, good scolding!"

"Just fuck him, whooping, whooping, I think this old boy is not pleasing to the eye!"

"Have you ever opened your hips, be careful, you will faint when you do the splits!"

"That's right, which bear biscuit are you?"

...

The chaotic scene was quickly brought under control. The referee team rushed over to stop the two groups who were scolding each other across Figo. The voice was silent, but the anger was already on the rise. Even the referees were muttering. I almost did it, what will happen later, this is the Bernabéu, really think that the 7 or [-] people outside are Chinese cabbage?

Mourinho did not expect Hierro and Postiga to make a fuss in advance. The response was better than he expected. It not only angered the captain of Real Madrid, but also helped boost the morale of the entire Porto team. Brito Really good teaching.

Real Madrid's 2002 centennial celebration jersey has no chest advertisement, except for the team logo and the Adidas logo, the only decoration on the pure white jersey is the classic black three stripes extending from the shoulders to the arms.

In contrast, Porto's Champions League away jersey is much more conspicuous. In addition to the blue and white cross stripes on the neckline, the bright yellow jersey also has two dark blue vertical lines running straight down from the shoulder socket. Porto's jerseys this season are very In particular, it seems that Nike has designed it very rarely.

When the two teams entered the field, more than [-] Real Madrid fans at the Bernabeu stood up and sang the team song "Hala Madrid!" He smiled and waved to the fans in the stands.

The shadow of losing the game at the San Mamés Stadium the day before yesterday has been diluted by the atmosphere of the centennial celebration. The fans just want to watch the beloved team beat the guys in the yellow clothes below, preferably by a big score The massacre, the bad luck of Lai Chacha's loss, if they saw the scene of the almost fight in the player tunnel, they still don't know what nice words to say to Porto in the stands.

……

The referee blew the whistle, Postiga pushed the ball to Capucho, the game had already started, Porto controlled the ball steadily in the midfield, as Real Madrid's formation unfolded, Deco near the potential midfield line was very close Quickly read Bosque's formation.

Indeed, as Mourinho said, Real Madrid's defensive position is 5-4-1. Except for Morientes and Zidane who are slightly forward, the other eight Real Madrid players are all in their own half. The sideways are full of people, which is indeed extremely troublesome. Let alone passing the ball, I am afraid that the opponent will stop them all if they throw a basin of water.

The unconvinced character of the Brazilian gained the upper hand. Seeing Postiga and Capucho arrive at the predetermined position, Deco waved his hand behind his back to signal his teammates to pass the ball. Regardless of your worth or qualifications, Doesn't Mourinho want a gun?I'll send you one myself!
The direction Deco chose to break through with the ball was Real Madrid's left. One-on-one defense is not McManaman's strength. The 1.8-meter-five Englishman has a natural disadvantage when facing himself. I rushed up, I heard that you have a fast pace, let's see which of us has better footwork!
Stepping on the bicycle with left and right feet alternately, Deco was concentrating on finding the moment when McManaman lost his center of gravity, but found that the Englishman's body was not particularly tense, he was just stepping back in a relaxed manner. Seeing McManaman's position leaning to his right, Deco subconsciously turned the ball with his right foot and turned to the center.

When the Brazilian raised his eyes again to observe the positions of his teammates, a short and dark figure suddenly appeared on his left. Deco dodged and was about to pull the ball to get rid of this person. Makelele was not fast but very accurate in choosing positions. Rino pulled himself through a stack of his tapes.

Makelele was not deceived by the movement of Deco's feet. Seeing the Brazilian's right leg stretching out and hooking back, he directly leaned his body up and blocked his leg behind Deco's waist with one step. Seeing how hard he tried, the Brazilian was defeated in the collision of the hip bones. Not only did he fail to complete the turn, but the ball hooked to the side and rear with his right foot was also stopped in place.

Instead, Makelele turned around and regained possession of the ball. Deco, who was stuck behind him, wanted to fight back. The Frenchman stepped on the ball and resisted the impact. He moved his right foot forward, and McMana, who had been waiting beside him for a long time. Man stopped with his left foot and rushed towards Porto's half with the ball.

PS: Makelele’s defense, compared with those gorgeous tricks and footwork, the feeling created by the text is much paler. If you are interested, you can search for the match between Cheqi and Barcelona. The highlights are very blurry, but you can really see it That kind of textbook defense.

Kanter is better at playing football than him, but he has been transformed beyond recognition by the old smoker. I can imagine Sarri burning Kanter's ass with a cigarette butt, while shouting you to attack me!

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