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Chapter 548 The Final Champion Battle [2]

Alan Smith shook the grass clippings on his body, walked in the front, and was the first to push open the door of the locker room, and walked in...

There was no one inside.

The white tactical board is still placed on the southernmost wall. The staff has already prepared the jerseys and dry towels that the players need to change in the first half of the game.

All this seems to be not much different from before.

However, when the first part stepped into the dressing room, Alan Smith suddenly suffocated, and a familiar feeling came over his face, as if he met an old friend who had been lost for many years here...

"Hey Alan, what's up?"

Seeing this, Mata, who was closely behind Smith, squeezed over and asked.

"Hmm...nothing!"

Smith shook his head, went to sit in front of his wardrobe.

At that moment just now, he suddenly had a feeling of going back in time, just like many times a year ago, as if he saw that familiar figure again in the locker room...

Maybe I'm too sensitive!
Smith shook his head mockingly...

However, when he put on a clean jersey and inadvertently raised his head and shifted his gaze to the tactical board, he was stunned...

"This...this is..."

Alan Smith stood up suddenly.

He stared at the tactical board without moving. The handwriting and strokes on it were so familiar, even the small black arrow representing the attack route revealed a sinister and wretched taste...

This is definitely left by that person!

The other teammates were taken aback by Alan Smith's actions. Following Alan Smith's gaze, some veteran players quickly discovered what was on the tactical board. The handwriting and calligraphy were so familiar, and there was only one person who could write these things!
He has been here?
However, Robben, van der Vaart and other new players were a little unclear, so Peter Pan approached Mata's ear and asked strangely, "Juan, what happened, why are you all..."

"The boss has been here before, it must be him!"

In the Newcastle dressing room, there was only one person who was referred to by the old players as 'boss', while the manager Frank Rijkaard, they were more accustomed to using 'sir'...

Just then, head coach Frank Rijkaard opened the door and walked in.

He looked at the players with their heads down who were a little discouraged with a complicated expression, and then looked at some tactical routines deduced on the tactical board, and sighed quietly in his heart...

[Black Swan] Thinking of the scene that just happened in the player tunnel.

……

between 3 minutes.

Rijkaard walked step by step from the player tunnel, his brain spinning rapidly.

He is thinking about how to change the current passive situation of the team. Newcastle was in a bad situation in the first half, and Chelsea scored two goals in a surprise victory. Rijkaard felt like a big girl who was so pure that she could get pregnant with a kiss, and was deceived by the insidious Ancelotti...

"...Unexpectedly, Ancelotti, who looks like an honest person, is actually an insidious master, becoming as shameless as Madman Li!"

Rijkaard was thinking this, when suddenly——

"Hey...Frank, here, here..."

A voice came from behind a corner in the dark place, just look at where a middle finger was swaying.

Rijkaard was taken aback. The voice clearly belonged to Crazy Li. He just scolded shamelessly, but he came out so quickly to settle the score?
Sure enough, Li Tongfan jumped out of the shadows, and with the momentum of lightning, he hugged Rijkaard and got into the shadow of the corner again...

After one or two minutes.

The two looked like dogs and men who had just finished their affair, looking around and sneaking out.

Rijkaard went ahead.

He suddenly turned around and asked, "Li, if you go to the locker room and talk to the players about these things, the effect may be better than that of my head coach..."

Li Tongfan shook his head: "Frank, you are the head coach of the team!"

After finishing speaking, Li Tongfan turned and left without looking back, like a bitch who was afraid of being caught and raped in bed, he disappeared at the end of the player's tunnel like the wind.

Rijkaard stood where he was, shaking his head with a complicated expression.

He knew that the reason why he didn't talk to the players in person was because Crazy Li didn't want to destroy his authority as the head coach in the locker room. He was giving himself a step down...

Otherwise, as the chairman of the club, if the team is in trouble like this, even if he rushes to the locker room to blame him, no one will say anything...

……

3 minutes later.

In the locker room.

Rijkaard walked to the tactical board step by step.

He sorted out the tactical thinking that Li Tongfan just mentioned, and carefully looked at the deduction on the tactical board, then picked up the eraser, wiped off all the traces on it without hesitation, turned around and said: "In the second half, our tactics will be changed..."

呲... 呵味! !

The sound of ink pens being drawn on the tactical board resounded in the quiet locker room...

Rijkaard began to outline the team's new tactical changes on the tactical board, writing stroke by stroke, very slowly but with great force. [Black Swan] wrote while explaining in a calm voice, constantly calling out the names of the players...

Alan Smith has been watching the head coach in action.

When he saw that Rijkaard wiped away the routine deduction on the tactical board without hesitation, his eyes began to show a look of disappointment... However, as Rijkaard's deduction and explanation on the tactical board became more and more in-depth, Alan Smith's eyes lit up again!
Everything that appeared on the tactical board was exactly the same as what was left by the man just now.

"...These adjustments and changes are not my works!" After explaining everything, Rijkaard gently put down the ink pen in his hand, and said calmly: "Just now Chairman Li Tongfan made these adjustments outside the locker room..."

[Black Swan] He didn't mean to take credit at all, and he frankly told everything that happened in the player tunnel just now...

Alan Smith's eyes are brighter!

The other players, looking at the head coach Frank Rijkaard, have also changed...

……

……

15 minutes later.

"... Howard Webber blew the whistle, and the second half of the game finally started! Judging from the top and top players, neither side has adjusted the starting lineup...Chelsea temporarily leads Newcastle 2:0, and they are 45 minutes away from the Premier League championship this season!"

On-site commentator Sester quickly entered the state.

However, it is incomprehensible that Rijkaard did not choose to make substitution adjustments during the half-time break. Players like Peter Pan Robben have been sitting on the bench all the time...

The commentary partner Gary Lineker saw more: "There are still some changes. The position of the teenager Thomas Muller has retreated and came to the midfield. Newcastle's formation has become 4-4-2...As for Robben, it is said that he was injured again in the warm-up training before the game. It is estimated that Rijkaard dare not take risks..."

……

Stamford Bridge Stadium.

After the second half of the game restarted, the blue stands surrounding the stadium, like a calm ocean, once again set off a violent wind and waves, and the night wind was driven by boos all over the sky, raging on every inch of the lawn...

This is definitely a night for Chelsea!
Less than 3 minutes into the game, the morale-boosting Blues completed another attack——

Left-back Ashley Cole and French winger Malouda played consecutive small-range two-on-one cooperation on the wing. Cole finally rushed down in a diagonal stab, smashed the ball near the baseline, dodged Thornton's press, and passed the prenatal education...

A half-high pass!

Drogba leaned against Senderos with his strong body and shot with one kick!
Fortunately, this shot was under the interference of Senderos, and the aim was insufficient, so it missed the crossbar. Otherwise, with such a distance and speed, even if Lloris really weaved a spider web in front of the goal, he would not be able to catch the football...

The applause of the Chelsea fans rang out without hesitation!
[Warcraft] After Drogba covered his face and was a little annoyed, he stood in Newcastle's penalty area and kept raising his hands, inspiring the atmosphere of the fans...

In an instant, the entire stand seemed to have fallen into the explosive magazine of a Martian, and Rang Longdi exploded...

The blue hurricane is about to sweep everything away!
Newcastle is like a wheat husk in a category [-] hurricane, struggling involuntarily and desperately, and there is no possibility of reversal at all...

……

"Oh oh oh, Li, your team is in a bad situation. I'm not welcome to the Premier League championship trophy this season, haha!!"

The shy Russian uncle with a shy smile has now turned into a Russian villain with an arrogant smile.

Seeing Abramovich's "little man's success", Li Tongfan remained silent.He learned his lesson and kept a low profile on the surface, but in his heart he was gnashing his teeth and thinking: "MLGBD, let me make you happy for a while, and then I will scare you, hehe..."

Of course, before the official launch of FM2010, Li Tongfan did not have the super ability to reverse the outcome of the game through just a few tactical changes and deduction...

However, before this game, Lao Li carefully inquired about the recent status of the two teams through the FM2010 system database. After comparing them, he found that Newcastle’s recent combat effectiveness is definitely not worse than Chelsea’s. On the contrary, it is even slightly higher...

This also shows that as long as the tactics are adjusted properly, Newcastle still has the possibility of pulling back in the second half!
The accumulation of countless [ability points] made Lao Li's analysis and judgment of the game process to a terrifying level. In fact, less than 10 minutes after the start of the first half, Lao Li clearly saw Ancelotti's tactical trap. Unfortunately, as the team's head coach Rijkaard, his reaction was slow...

Therefore, Lao Li had an itch for a while, and couldn't help sneaking into the player tunnel to 'remind' Rijkaard.

"I hope...it will work!"

Li Tongfan sat on a chair and concentrated on observing the game situation on the field.

Gradually, the sullen man's eyes lit up...
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