Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

Maybe it was attention to everyone's attention.

Subisaretta stood up slowly.

He turned around and silently fished out the football from the net, and threw it lightly.

The football bounced twice on the turf and moved forward.

A big foot stepped on the ball.

It's Hierro.

He picked up the football and signaled the referee to wait.

Trot to the front of Subisareta.

Enrique followed behind.

"Anthony, don't worry about it." Hierro comforted the big brother in a deep voice, "It's not your fault for conceding the ball, it's because I didn't..."

"Don't comfort me, Fernando."

Subizares forced a smile, "It's my fault. I hit the first ball too slowly. I lost the ball just because I was too slow to sit down."

"I'm old……"

"It's not like this..." Hierro still wanted to comfort him.

Enrique also stared and said: "Anthony, don't think too much, you..."

The two had just exchanged a few words when Zubizarreta interrupted them.

"That's it, just like half a month ago, we played against Nigeria in the World Cup."

"I blocked the opponent's cross into my own goal."

"Even half a year ago, this kind of mistake would never have happened to me."

"But now, they're more frequent and I'm making more and more mistakes."

"If this goes on..."

"We will lose!"

talking room.

Subisaretta took off his gloves and reached out to tear off the captain's armband on his right arm.

Maybe the adhesive tape is tight.

He tugged and didn't move.

He hesitated for half a second.

Subisaretta gritted his teeth sharply.

Stabbing... The captain's armband with the word "C" on it came down immediately.

Stare at the armband for a while.

Subisaretta put the armband on Hierro's right arm.

Tighten the belt tightly, "Fernando, you will be a qualified captain."

Hierro thought for a while and didn't open his mouth again.

Enrique next to him stared at Zubizarreta's movements with his lips pursed, and remained silent.

Subisaretta smiled.

He opened his hands and patted the shoulders of both of them heavily.

Bending down to pick up the glove, turning around, off...

2 minute later.

Substitution for Spain.

No. 1 goalkeeper Subisareta under.

The Real Madrid goalkeeper who is about to join Valencia, No. 13 Canizares.

Hierro and Enrique stood side by side in the field, silently watching Zubizarreta's back.

Behind the two, there are other Spanish players.

Until Zubizarreta passed through the sun and disappeared into the shadows of the players' tunnel.

Hierro turned around.

He tightened the captain's armband on his arm.

"Guys, for Spain, for Anthony, and for victory!"

This sentence became the best mobilization order for the game.

"For Spain, for Anthony, and for victory!"

Whether it's from Real Madrid or Barcelona, ​​whether it's from Atletico Madrid or any other team...

All Spanish players shouted back.

So is Enrique.

No one wants Zubizarreta to leave the game with regrets.

On the sidelines is the coach of the Spanish team.

Clement and Rexach looked at each other excitedly.

To be done!

The Spanish team has signs of integration!

The rest depends on their performance on the field.

Liaodong team side.

Subisaretta just passed by the Liaodong coach's bench.

Qin Feng saw crystal drops in his eyes.

For the team to win.

If you don't want to give up, you have to leave...

Sighed.

Qin Feng frowned and looked at the Spanish players on the field.

They encouraged each other and each returned to their positions to prepare for the tee shot.

This is not a good sign.

The old captain Subisarreta went off.

After losing 2 goals in a row, the Spanish team, which was on the verge of collapse, cheered up again.

In this case……

The Liaodong team is in danger!

The situation on the field confirmed Qin Feng's thoughts.

The Spanish team kicks off in the middle circle.

Morientes touches the ball and Raúl passes it back to Enrique.

Enrique got rid of Xu Bo's entanglement, and found captain Hierro with a diagonal pass.

Hierro used his body to push Modric away and break forward.

Leading through the midfield, before Zhao Junze came up to block.

He went straight to Liaodong's right flank.

No. 9 Juan Pizzi carried Grosso's close defense.

Rush up and shoot directly at a 30-degree angle.

The football slams into the side netting.

Liu Jiansheng broke out in a cold sweat.

Just now Juan Pizzi's shot was too sudden.

He wasn't ready to make a save.

The fans in the audience were also taken aback.

Seen from above, the ball looks like a goal.

Wait until it is clear that it is only hitting the side net.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But then everyone became worried.

Spain's offense has become smoother, can the Liaodong team still withstand it?

On the Liaodong coach bench.

Qin Feng stood up nervously.

My worries came true!

The Spanish team has become a whole!

But what can I do now?

Defensive counterattack is the last weapon of the Liaodong team.

The staffing on the field is basically the strongest combination of the Liaodong team.

Turning around, Qin Feng said in a deep voice: "John, have you noticed?"

Cruyff bit his burnt cigarette butt, frowning.

"Yes, the Spanish team..."

"Wake up!"

He also saw that the Spanish team was functioning normally.

Whether Hierro, Enrique, or other Real Madrid Barcelona players.

Everyone starts to cooperate with each other.

under these circumstances.

Cruyff has nothing to do.

"Sit down, Qin, a good head coach must first learn to hold his breath."

"Look again..."

I saw Cruyff's helplessness.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and sat back on the coach's bench.

look again...

Now let's see if the Liaodong team can withstand the Spanish offensive!

On the field.

The Liaodong team took the goal kick.

The football is passed in the backcourt.

The Spanish player presses high.

The Liaodong team had to increase the pace of passing and receiving.

It's easiest to make mistakes in this situation.

If it was replaced by other teams in Longguo, they would have lost the ball a long time ago.

Fortunately, after Cruyff's training, the Liaodong team has improved significantly.

Under the pressure of Spain's frontcourt, a group of players passed the ball to the midfield in a thrilling manner.

Modric receives the ball.

He looked back while running.

Next to Ibrahimovic on the left, there are 2 opposing defenders.

The Spanish team has strengthened the marking of Ibrahimovic.

Xu Bo on the right, Spanish left back Sergi is a certain distance away from him.

It seemed that Xu Bo was silent for a long time.

The Spanish team relaxed a bit on him.

This may be an opportunity...

Receive the football.

Modric pulled the ball to Xu Bo's side.

The ball has to be passed.

At Xu Bo's speed.

Should be a chance!

Lift your feet by turning around.

Before Modric touched football.

Suddenly, a strong force came from the side.

Hierro sticks up and blocks his passing lanes.

Modric stepped on the ball and pulled it back.

Just turned around.

Whoosh...

Enrique of Spain tackles the ball.

The midfielder Amor accelerated ahead of time, and before Zhao Junze and Zheng Zhi rushed up, he stabbed the ball through the gap between the two.

The football reaches the feet of Morientes outside the penalty area.

Hierro and Enrique both steal Modric.

Spain turned from defense to offense in an instant.

Morientes leaned against Xu Dong with his back, protecting the ball and waiting.

Wait until Enrique comes up.

He moves the ball forward lightly while turning himself into the penalty area.

This ball is so comfortable!

Enrique swung his right leg on the penalty area line.

Xu Dong hurriedly gave up Morientes and came up to block the hole.

He just took two steps.

On the opposite side, Enrique's powerful right leg suddenly rubbed the bottom of the football lightly.

The ball jumped over Xu Dong's head.

Enrique used fake moves to trick out central defender Xu Dong.

Picking a pass to the unguarded Morientes in the penalty area...

……