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"With the strong control of Shenhua's midfield, the Liaodong team will not be able to play well!"

Zhang Lu took a deep breath, looking worried.

Han Qiaozheng also pursed his lips and remained silent. He was also worried about how Liaodong would respond next.

Not just them.

Except for the Shenhua fans, all the audience in front of the TV were sweating for the Liaodong team.

As an A-B team and a youth army, Liaodong defeated Yanjing Guoan and Bincheng Tianda two A-A teams in the FA Cup and advanced strongly to the final.

Today everyone hopes that Liaodong will defeat Shenhua again, and stage a good show of "the weak defeat the strong".

This can be seen from the SMS support rates of the two teams.

78% vs. 22%!

The Liaodong team did not take the lead at 01:30.

"Now the Liaodong team's SMS support rate is far ahead!" Sun Shengping said seriously: "But the football game does not depend on whoever has the highest support rate can win!"

"To gain an advantage, the Liaodong team must come up with countermeasures as soon as possible..."

"That's right, if I were Coach Cruyff, I'd let the Liaodong midfielder shrink back as much as possible, and not give Shenhua enough depth..."

Zhang Lu talked eloquently, looking at the camera lens from time to time.

Beside him, Han Qiaozheng, who had been paying attention to the live game, slowly widened his eyes.

"Look, Liaodong team!"

what happened?

Sun Shengping and Zhang Lu looked at the big screen at the same time, dumbfounded for a moment.

on the playing field.

What shrinks back to the defense, what squeezes the space.

The Liaodong team was like a pack of wolves attacking, rushing towards Shenhua halftime like a gust of wind.

Starting from Ibrahimovic in the frontcourt, Xu Shengqin, Yao Li, Modric, Zhao Jiayi, Zheng Zhi, including the entire defense line of Liaodong, all pressed up.

Their three lines kept close contact, frantically pressing Shenhua in the midfield.

The fans in the stands were stunned!

what is this?

what is this!

The Liaodong team played...

It's so bloody!

High-intensity, fast-paced, no breathing space for the opponent!

This is the real football game!

"Come on Liaodong team!"

"Snatch them to death!"

"Ibrahimovic, sweep your legs, I know you have practiced Taekwondo!"

"Little Mozi, hurry up, Shenhua No. 9 is not as fast as you!"

"Zheng Zhi, show them some strength!"

"If only Pepe was on the field!"

"nnd, why do I want to cry..."

"Go Liaodong, go..."

"..."

In the stands, more than 50000 Liaodong fans all stood up and cheered loudly for the Liaodong team.

The shouts in the Wulihe Stadium were loud, and thousands of Shenhua fans in the corner were not to be outdone, and shouted "Shenhua hold on".

But soon the shouts of Liaodong fans outside the stadium also rang out.

The voices inside and outside the stadium merged into one place.

Except for the cheers and cheers of Liaodong fans, there was no other sound heard.

Amidst the roar of the sky, the Liaodong team actually accelerated the pace of pressing again...

"What kind of tactic is this!"

In the studio of Longvision, Sun Shengping stared at the big screen in a daze, and shouted, "The Liaodong team spared no effort to force Shenhua in the midfield!"

"Liaodong is desperate. Once Shenhua hits a sharp through pass, their goal is dangerous!"

"Yeah, what are the Liaodong team doing!"

As a fan of Liaodong, Han Qiaozheng was sweating in a hurry, "It looks quite imposing, and the fans will enjoy watching it, but it's too risky!"

"Is it true that Shenhua's midfielder is a display?"

Between the two, Zhang Lu frowned and said nothing, his eyes following the Liaodong players running around on the big screen.

After a while he suddenly screamed out.

"A high-position press, or this is an overall high-position press. The Liaodong team pressed forward with three lines at the same time, blocking Shenhua in their half!"

"This aggressive defensive style..."

"It's an epoch-making tactic!"

Han Qiaozheng also recalled it, and he stood up abruptly, "I understand!"

"It's not that the Liaodong team didn't shrink their defense, they just put their defense focus on Shenhua's half!"

"The Liaodong team burned the war to the door of the opponent's house, and the Shenhua team is in danger!"

"That's right!" Sun Shengping also screamed, pointing to the big screen and saying, "Shenhua can't hold on any longer!"

The scene of the game.

Facing the siege of Liaodong, Shenhua players were in a hurry.

It's not that they haven't encountered a team that rushes up to grab the ball.

But they have never seen such an organized and disciplined "swarm of bees" like Liaodong!

Unlike other teams, it is only the individual behavior of a few players.

The Liaodong team pressed forward on three lines at the same time. No matter where the Shenhua team passed the ball, they would immediately form a numerical advantage.

Often when a Shenhua player takes the ball, there are at least three Liaodong players around him.

In the beginning, the Shenhua players had enough time to play with the Liaodong players by using their personal skills and quick shots.

But as most of Liaodong's players pressed into Shenhua's half, their passing space became narrower and narrower, and they had to keep passing the ball back, and the formation also retreated.

But the space Shenhua retreated was immediately filled by Liaodong players.

Shenhua's entire formation was squeezed flat, three lines became one line, and there was basically no room for passing the ball.

On Shenhua's coaching bench, Yu Genbao, who had been sitting in the corner, stood up abruptly.

The Liaodong team's high-position press play...

Isn't it the ultimate version of grabbing, forcing, and besieging that I have been pursuing so hard?

It is so, it is so!

Yu Genbao suddenly realized at this moment, using the team's cooperation, oppressing the passing space of the opponent, constantly causing more and more hits in some parts, and finally successfully stealing the ball or forcing the opponent to actively make mistakes...

If you want to break this trick, with the current ability of the Shenhua team, you can only play the ball with your feet!

He glanced at Morrissey who was standing on the sidelines without saying a word.

Yu Genbao didn't care, he rushed over and yelled at the field, "Bigfoot, don't care if there is anyone in front, hurry up!"

The football is at the feet of Shenhua central defender Cheng Yaodong.

Hearing Genbao's voice, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously opened his posture to kick off the ball.

But he was stunned for a moment and gave Liaodong a chance.

Xu Shengqin and Zhao Jia rushed forward from the left and middle directions.

On the front, Ibrahimovic is tall and has long legs, pushing to the right of Cheng Yaodong one step at a time.

Going to grab it!

The Liaodong fans cheered, and everyone stared at Shenhua's penalty area.

Qin Feng and Cruyff also rushed to the sidelines.

Whether Liaodong's high-position pressing tactics can be successful depends on this!

Both of them clenched their fists, gritted their teeth and looked into the arena.

At the front of Shenhua's penalty area, Cheng Yaodong was surrounded on three sides in an instant. He was startled and couldn't get out with his big foot. He turned a kick into a buckle and wanted to pass back to goalkeeper Ou Chuliang.

But it was too late!

Among the three, Zhao Jiayi moved the fastest, stretching out his foot and slamming the football out of Cheng Yaodong's feet.

Ibrahimovic on the right catches up, but the ball is at his feet, and he can't make room for a powerful shot.

The opportunity was fleeting, and Ibrahimovic was about to kick the door with his legs on the spot, when a shout came from behind, "Go!"

This is the secret code that Zheng and the others agreed with Yao!

Ibrahimovic understood the word "go you", and reacted very quickly with a tap on the heel of his right foot, and the football flew obliquely behind him and to the right.

Sure enough, Yao Li rushed to the ball and shot furiously without stopping the ball.

A muffled sound.

The football turned into a streak of light, crossed Ou Chuliang's five fingers, and blasted into the goal...

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