Chapter 217: Hush——(Part 1)

When Wood and Zidane shook hands before the game, he took a look at the Frenchman more.

Before the game, he had heard a lot about this man, and there were many legends about him. The most talked about was the two headers in the French World Cup final and the volley in the 2002 Champions League final.

Ribery is the one who said the most, because he had just lived with Zidane in the French team game.

For him, Zidane is a character living in the legend. He always thought he could only see from a distance, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to get close contact and train together to compete, and now he has become an opponent again.

Ribery told Wood very seriously and seriously that Zidane was very powerful. Wood asked at the time: Is it better than Riquelme?

Ribery smiled, laughing happily, and after a long time, he replied to Wood: They are not on the same level.

Wood had the most intuitive impression. No matter how powerful Zidane was, he didn't feel it, and he felt it was illusory. But after Ribery compared it like this, he knew it.

He has experienced how powerful Riquelme is. Zidane is even more powerful now than Riquelme, so he has to deal with it seriously.

Zidane, thirty-three years old, is no longer the young man who was in Cannes. People always say that he is bald, but now he has become a bald person.

Real Madrid players were very serious when shaking hands with Forest players, even Robert Carlos, who had always been cheerful and optimistic, had a tense face.

Obviously, they know how important this game is to them.

After losing to Barcelona, ​​everyone was under tremendous pressure. If they lost to Nottingham Forest, then they would not know what kind of blizzard would be waiting for them.

Luxenberg stood on the sidelines, wrapped his hands around his chest, and frowned and looked at the court.

In comparison, the Forest team is away from home. Although the head coach told his men to win before the game, the players did not seem to be shrunk because the burden was too heavy.

After the simple ceremony, the players on both sides stood in their respective halfs and waited for the kickoff.

Don Eun walked back to the coach's seat and sat down.

The referee stood outside the center circle and looked at his watch once before the game for the last time to determine the time. When he raised his head again, he blew the whistle in his mouth.

The competition begins!

The game was first kicked off by Real Madrid.

In this game, Luxenberg sent the strongest lineup he could.

The goalkeeper is Spain's top national goalkeeper Igor; Casillas, and the two central defenders are Sergio; Ramos and Elgra. Both left and right full-backs are veterans, Robert; Carlos is on the left, Michel; Salgado is on the right.

Four midfielders, Zidane to the left, Beckham to the right, Gravesen and Guti are in the middle. The two forwards are Ronaldo and Raul.

On the bench were also sitting Robinho and Baptista.

This time Luxenberg did not line up a double defensive central defender in the midfield. At his home court, he just lost the Century War. He hopes to use his offense to show kindness to the angry Real Madrid fans to save his precarious position as a coach.

In the stands of this game, the slogan "Get out of Luxenberg" has appeared.

So for him, this game has two purposes - one is to win the ball, and the other is to win beauty.

These are two principles that Real Madrid has always adhered to in tradition. Real Madrid's football is like this. For them, victory is commonplace and is something that is not worth boasting about. Winning beauty is something that makes them proud.

To put it another way: Bernabeu fans may care about how many minutes Casillas can not concede the ball. But they care more about how many games their forwards can score more than two goals in a row.

For most other coaches, leading the team to win is a very remarkable achievement.

But for the Real Madrid head coach, if you lead the team to play well, it will be useless no matter how many games you win, there is only one finale - you may go to Madrid's Harvest Goddess Square to celebrate and have fun with the people because of a season's championship, but the next day, major media may be filled with the latest news about your dismissal.

So. It's really hard to be the head coach in Real Madrid...

Luxenberg has experienced the glory and glory of being the head coach of the giants. Now it is his turn to experience the cruelty and ruthlessness of the giants.

"Real Madrid launched a fierce attack on the heart of the Forest since the beginning of the game. It seems that the Brazilian has made up his mind to use offense to destroy the Forest. Tony; how should coach Donn respond?" asked the espn's commentator in the commentary.

How to deal with it?

Tang En asked himself this question many times.

He knew that Lucemberg's style of coaching at Real Madrid was defensive counterattack, but after watching Real Madrid's defeat to Barcelona just now, Donn believed that Lucemberg could not still insist on defending counterattack in this game, which made the Bernabeu boo.

In order to please the fans and for his coaching position, he will definitely let the team attack. Play the "beautiful football" that Real Madrid fans like to see. In this way.

Although the forests' defensive pressure has surged, there is a large amount of space behind the Real Madrid defense line.

Don En changed his mind. He decided not to fight Real Madrid at the Bernabeu. Playing offense, Forest is definitely not a match for Real Madrid now, even if this Real Madrid is just a "sick horse".

Many teams will fall into a dilemma when facing Real Madrid - offense or defense? Offense is to compete with Real Madrid for goals, which is too demanding for many teams.

And what about the defense? They will also worry about whether their defense line can withstand ninety minutes in the face of Real Madrid's storm-like attack.

But Don En is not worried about this issue. He knows Real Madrid, and he knows the current Real Madrid team.

He knows how to defend to curb the attack of Real Madrid superstars.

That is - the whole game presses.

Starting from the front line, build the first line of defense, lose the ball and counterattack it on the spot, put it on the first time, put it on the body quickly, and make more physical collisions, use tackles, fouls, and use all permitted methods to disrupt the offensive rhythm of Real Madrid, making the arrogant superstars at a loss and restless.

Then end the game with an efficient counterattack.

This is Tang En's wishful thinking.

To this end, he asked Anelka to defend in this game and to counterattack at the first time. If he couldn't do it, he would replace the Frenchman.

The ball was passed to Zidane's feet, and George; Wood rushed to intercept the ball at the first time. He thought that his speed must be so fast that the opponent could not react. In such a small space on the sideline, unless Zidane kicked the ball out of bounds, he would definitely not be able to avoid him.

Unexpectedly, Zidane, who was facing him, suddenly stepped on the ball and turned 180 degrees, and barely shook over his feet!

“woooow – Marseille slewing!”

Wood sat on the ground and stared blankly as Real Madrid's No. 5 turned gracefully from him.

This is his first conversation with this football legend, and he lost completely!

Zidane, who drifted past Wood, sent Robert from the wing; Carlos made a straight pass, and the Brazilian small defender inserted from the back row like a wind. Zimbonda went to block the line in a diagonal way, but Carlos broke through in an unreasonable way - Carlos knocked the ball forward, and then accelerated again to bypass Zimbonda who needed to turn around.

The cheers over the Bernabeu stadium rang out from Zidane over Wood, and by the time Carlos forced his way through Zimbonda, it had reached its peak.

Amid the deafening cheers, Don Eun stood up from his seat.

Robert Carlos glanced at the penalty area, and from the corner of his eyes he saw that Zimbonda was chasing back, leaving him with little time.

Crossing!

Typical Robert; Carlos-style cross - a powerful sweep, pulling the ball into the penalty area of ​​Nottingham Forest. There is chaos in front of the goal. As long as anyone touches the football, it is likely to penetrate the forest team's goal.

Raul poked the ball at the front point, but poked the ball off.

The cheers of the Bernabeu turned into sighs.

Nottingham Forest escaped.

Tang Enyou sat back.

"Is it a bit reluctant to let George defend Zidane? Don't let Demi help him?" As soon as he sat down, Chris Lak next to him turned his head and asked.
Chapter completed!