aircannonsinc Chapter 69 Beautiful Football
Chapter 69 Beautiful Football
Sidelines.
Nice's coach, Pierre, stood with his arms crossed, quietly observing the situation on the field.
This legend, who played for Monaco for nearly 20 years, can be described as a player who is loyal to the city.
Now that he has transitioned to coaching, he has to painfully face his former employer.
Pierre sighed softly.
There was no other way; he still had his own job to do.
It's impossible to talk about team loyalty under these circumstances.
As for Monaco...
Playing with one less player for almost half the game put Nice in a very favorable position.
Pierre then waved his hand forward, signaling the team to push forward slightly.
If it were Monaco in the past, Pierre might have been wary of their long-ball counter-attacks.
But things are different now.
With ten men and a lack of speed in the frontcourt.
Despite Monaco scoring first.
But Pierre believed they were destined to lose this match!
……
Facing a retreating Monaco, Nice quickly launched its offensive.
With their numerical advantage, they began to push their formation forward continuously.
The 52th minute of the match.
Nice's full-back, Pied, dribbled the ball quickly down the right flank.
He completed a brilliant one-two with attacking midfielder Seri, getting past Bakayoko and heading straight to the byline.
"He's reached the byline, he's crossing the ball..."
"Danger!"
Sun Chen's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
The ball sailed over the heads of the Monaco defenders in the penalty area and headed straight for the far post.
Nice's striker, Ben Arfa, suddenly surged forward.
He managed to get a quick shot in front of Raji.
The football flew past everyone's eyes.
Finally, it grazed the post and flew out of bounds.
A gasp immediately erupted at the Stade Louis II.
The Monaco fans in the stands were terrified.
……
Just two minutes later.
Nice launched another attack.
A corner kick opportunity.
Seri stood in the corner flag area with his right hand raised.
The restricted area was overcrowded.
Subasic was even a little uncomfortable being squeezed by Nice players.
Squeezing the goalkeeper?
Where did this set-piece tactic come from?
"Beep—"
The whistle blew, and the corner kick was taken.
A beautiful arc swept across the night sky above the stadium.
"a little!"
"Wallace and Ben Alpha are at odds!"
"A beautiful header!"
"The header clearance wasn't far enough; the ball landed at the edge of the penalty area."
"Koedro! Swing your leg and unleash a long-range shot..."
"Wow! Who is that? They've appeared right in the shooting lane!"
"It was Jiang Ming! He retreated into the penalty area and used his ghostly movement to block Nice's shot!"
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Live stream chat:
"Wasn't it a bit irrational of Dilar to get a red card like that?"
"Even Jiang Ming has to drop back to his own penalty area to help with the defense, handling both offense and defense. Won't that kill him?"
"In the past, Monaco still had Lemar and Mbappe when facing this situation."
"They've even lost their counter-attacking speed; Monaco's chances in this match look slim."
"It's a pity I played for Monaco. Sigh, the red card ruined the game."
……
Sidelines.
Yaldin's face grew increasingly grim.
The effects of playing with one less player are already starting to show.
Nice are also committing more and more players to their attack.
If things continue like this, it's only a matter of time before we concede a goal.
We need to think of a way to change the current situation.
He immediately turned around and looked towards the bench.
Then he turned around with a look of utter dismay.
The team's capable players are mostly injured, and there are no players left who can change the course of the game.
Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice...
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Time passed by, second by second.
In the away fans' section of the stands, Nice fans who had traveled a long way were extremely enthusiastic.
They couldn't help but feel excited as they watched the team launch a relentless offensive.
The 65th minute of the match.
"Here we go again, it's Peter."
He dribbled past several people on the right flank.
"His teammates drew enough defense from him."
"A 45-degree cross!"
"The football has bypassed Ben Arfa!"
"We've found Germain at the rear point!"
Germain shoved Wallace away from pulling him away.
Push off with your feet.
He jumped suddenly.
A powerful header!
Boom!
"Wow! What a pity! The ball hit the crossbeam." Sun Chen exclaimed.
"What's the next step?"
"Subasic caught the ball before Nice's player could get a rebound shot."
"Quickly toss the ball and pass it on."
"Monaco has a chance to fight back!"
Fabinho has developed a habit of looking for Jiang Ming after receiving the ball.
With no defenders around Jiang Ming.
I passed the ball to him immediately.
Jiang Ming received the ball at his feet and dribbled forward.
Teammates on both sides are already pressing forward quickly.
He looked up and glanced at it.
The Nice players in the foreground have already taken their positions.
We're just waiting for him to dribble forward.
Kojelo's eyes were resolute as he stared intently at Jiang Ming.
Coach Pierre had given him instructions before the match.
"This Chinese kid's dribbling skills are very flashy."
"I really enjoy using deception to get past opponents."
"When facing this young Chinese man."
"No matter what he does, don't be fooled. Keep your balance."
Therefore, the strategy that Kojelo chose was...
If you ignore Jiang Ming's footwork and focus only on him as a person, you won't be misled about your center of gravity.
In this way, no matter where this young Chinese man breaks through, it won't matter.
He can react immediately and intercept it!
Jiang Ming tried pedaling the bicycle a couple of times.
They noticed that the defender in front of them wasn't moving at all.
It looks like this guy is determined to take him down.
If the trick of deceiving the center of gravity doesn't work, then he has another trick up his sleeve.
"They're getting closer and closer, it seems Kogelo isn't in a hurry."
"Jiang Ming, what should we do?"
"Should we still choose the ox tail, which we're best at?"
Sun Chen's rapid-fire speech made the fans' hearts leap into their throats.
"Here it comes! One-on-one in-person service!"
"Jiang Ming actually struck first, extending his right hand to catch the man!"
Kojelo was also visibly taken aback.
According to the research materials before the competition, this young Chinese man was never the type to be physically interested.
"But unfortunately, Jiang Ming's body isn't strong enough..."
"Oh? He stopped the ball with his foot?"
"Use one foot for support, turn and pull the ball back!"
The fans in the live stream were also thrilled when they saw this:
"Another roundabout route through Bengbu?!"
"Will they step on the golf cart this time?"
"Wait? Jiang Ming turned around and walked away!"
"Kegelo is still standing there, dumbfounded!"
"This is a real Marseille turn!"
After turning around and getting past his opponent, Jiang Ming gained enough space.
He immediately kicked the ball.
The football was like it was calculated in advance.
A precise through ball reached Löw, who was making a counter-attack run.
"Beautiful through ball!"
"Just the right amount of lead time!"
"Löw, can you do it?"
"Instead of taking the shot himself, he passed it to Bernardo Silva, who was making a run down the right flank!"
"Such a strong team spirit! This is the style of play for Monaco! Every player seems born to play for the team!"
Bernardo Silva received a pass from Löw.
He quickly made a diagonal run into the penalty area.
Facing Nice goalkeeper Cardinale.
Bernardo Silva did not hesitate and gently pushed with his foot.
Cardinale immediately jumped to the ground to make the save.
But this time, Bernardo Silva's psychological maneuvering was more successful.
The football slipped under Cardinale's arm and into the goal.
"Goal!"
"2-0!!!"
"OMG!"
"Monaco, playing with ten men and under constant pressure, actually managed to score a goal through a quick counter-attack!"
"As for Jiang Ming, we say that a player like him who often plays as a classic attacking midfielder will greatly slow down the team's attacking rhythm."
"But he's clearly different; he's in the middle, and with an elegant Marseille turn, he's become the team's focal point!"
"The subsequent through ball further demonstrated the capabilities of this 'transfer station'."
"And Löw also selflessly passed the ball around."
"B. Silva did not disappoint, he scored."
No one took credit for themselves.
"Nobody's sticking to the ball."
"Everyone is giving their all to score a goal!"
……
Live stream chat:
"NBNBNBNB!!"
"I've got it! Monaco can score even with one less player!"
"That quick pass during the counter-attack reminded me a bit of Arsenal's beautiful football from a few years ago!"
"Isn't it said that Monaco only relies on young, energetic players and playing high-pressing tactics?"
"Why are you using passing and cutting again now?"
"The squad was at full strength before, but now most of the players are injured, so Jardim has been forced to change his tactics."
"It seems that Monaco's tactical changes always work, making them unpredictable and difficult for opponents to defend against."
"Ya Sheng, you are capable!"
……
Sidelines.
Pierre hadn't recovered yet.
Monaco is playing with one less player, isn't it?
Monaco doesn't have speed, does it?
Why did their own team still get hit by a counter-attack?
A series of questions arose in his mind.
Pierre watched the slow-motion replay on the stadium's big screen.
That's when I understood the key point.
"Monaco didn't rely on speed; instead, every player was involved in passing the ball."
"In a fast counter-attack, use passes from different positions to tear apart the defense."
"This tactic is unlike Guardiola's Barcelona, whose passing and possession emphasizes ball control."
"It's a bit like Wenger's Arsenal."
"Their style of play is passing and movement, which focuses on breaking down the opponent's defense."
"What I like most is exploiting the gaps in the opponent's defense during counter-attacks..."
Pierre muttered to himself, while his assistant coach listened patiently beside him.
"Jardine is truly a divine being..." Pierre sighed in the end.
He was delighted that his former employer had such a versatile tactical master.
But the competition must go on.
Pierre immediately began scribbling and drawing in his notebook, starting to study and formulate new tactics.
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the other side.
Yaldin was completely bewildered.
What's going on?
Who taught this kicking technique?
Dillar was sent off with a red card.
His required tactic was to stay in the penalty area, maintain possession, and look for opportunities to launch counter-attacks.
Jardim frowned as he watched the replay of the goal.
Could it be...?
Did they remember everything I said?
He suddenly slapped his forehead, realizing what had happened.
These guys actually followed his instructions strictly and even made some adjustments!
The ability to adapt to changing circumstances is a standard requirement for a professional player!
then.
Yaldin's lips curled slightly upward, his smile strained, and he crossed his arms.
He still maintains that dashing and renowned coach demeanor.
However, she quietly moved closer to the photographer.
……
The players returned to the center circle, and the game resumed.
After conceding another goal, Nice intensified their physical play on the field.
In a short time, the number of fouls committed by both sides increased dramatically.
The "fans" in the live stream were very excited and kept shouting for a yellow card.
The 72th minute of the match.
Jiang Ming, in his own half, used Berbatov's positioning to get into position and receive the ball.
He listened to the notification sound in his mind, but before he could even feel happy, he was already overjoyed.
He was tackled and dispossessed by Nice midfielder Cogello.
But this time the interception didn't touch the ball.
Instead, he stepped on Jiang Ming's feet, and with a movement of his upper body, he flipped Jiang Ming to the ground.
"Hey hey hey!"
Jardim immediately panicked and shouted towards the field, "Isn't this a foul? Why isn't the game stopped?"
The referee was standing some distance away and couldn't see what was happening.
He instinctively felt it was a brilliant steal.
He then raised his finger, signaling Yaldin to stop arguing.
"Oh no! The referee made a mistake! He clearly didn't touch the ball."
"Jiang Ming got up. Fortunately, the shovel didn't hit his ankle or any joints. It was a stroke of luck."
"Look at this ball first."
"Seri passed the ball to the right wing."
"Ben Alfa, facing Bakayoko..."
"It's gone! Internal incision..."
"Shot! Goal!!"
"Subasic didn't even have time to get out of bed!"
"That was fantastic! Although there was some controversy surrounding the foul."
"But judging from the referee's decision, the goal stands!"
Nice pulls back a goal, making the score 2-1!!
……
"Nice!"
Pierre celebrates by pumping his fist on the sidelines.
Although Ben Alfa is arrogant and conceited, he is not very popular within the team.
Even during his time at Lyon, he barely paid any attention to Benzema.
But this guy's abilities are definitely top-notch.
The team has now scored a goal, and all they need to do for the rest of the time is continue to put pressure on Monaco.
Who knows, there might be a major comeback in the end!
……
On the field.
Jiang Ming stepped on the grass and felt the pain gradually disappearing.
It must be B-Fee's Iron Man module that's coming into play.
He looked at the people in Nice who were celebrating and felt a little depressed.
They didn't even call a foul, and they still conceded a goal.
Jiang Ming sighed inwardly.
It will take another two or three years, until VAR is introduced, before such fouls leading to goals can be prevented...
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After Nice scored a goal, they played with increasing enthusiasm.
The 82th minute of the match.
Nice's right-back, Pide, intercepted the ball from Löw's foot.
They then began to advance along the right flank.
"Peed, here he comes again! He had 11 steals and completed 9 of them in this game, truly earning the title of steals king!"
"Dribble forward and pass the ball out."
"Ben Alfa, keep dribbling left and right."
"His feet are like flowers, you can't tell at all that he suffered a serious injury at Newcastle!"
Facing the veteran Carvalho in front of him.
Ben Alfa never stops.
I pedaled the bicycle twice, left and right.
Accelerate in one step.
He easily shook off Carvalho!
He immediately kicked the ball.
Subasic could only watch as the ball flew towards the far corner.
"He scored again! It's Ben Alpha again!"
"He repeatedly feinted left and right, creating space for a shot!"
"Then it went in easily! A second goal!"
"This dribbling maniac has once again showcased his exquisite dance moves!"
"He proved he's still one of the Four Little Swans from back then!"
Nice have equalized!
"Can Monaco hold on any longer?"
……
On the field.
The moment the football went into the net.
Ben Alpha suddenly looked up, a smug smile spreading across his face.
He quickly rushed to the sideline and jumped onto the GG sign.
Through the photographer's lens, his tone carried a hint of arrogance:
"Monaco is great? Just wait for my third goal!"
In the stands.
The Nice fans erupted in a deafening roar.
Ben Alfa responded to his remarks with cheers.
From 2-0 to now 2-2.
The team has tied the score!
Their dribbling maniac scored twice!
There's still time!
They were able to defeat Monaco in the end!
……
the other side.
Monaco fans did not blame their own team for this.
After all, they have been fighting on multiple fronts recently, and a wave of injuries has struck.
This is another match with ten men, and they've done a great job so far.
The photographers on the sidelines pointed their lenses at the Monaco players on the field.
Seat B looked up at the big screen, feeling uneasy.
Fabinho bent over, supporting himself on his knees, exhausted.
Monaco fans were also saddened by this sight.
Given the current situation, it's unlikely that any heroes will step forward.
Even Jiang was panting heavily...
Ok?
Why did he suddenly jump around twice?
On the stadium's big screen, you could see...
Jiang Ming's breathing is steady.
He straightened up and jumped around on the spot.
Then, a resolute look appeared in his eyes.
He met the gaze of all the fans.
Finger lens.