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"Ah! That's great! Sure enough, the header can work!"

Seeing the score on the electronic board change from 1 to 0 to 2 to 0, Cao Chen also showed a knowing smile. He understood how much support he had for his tactical deployment before the end of the first half. Maybe he needs to carefully consider whether he can play more openly with a one-goal lead, but with two goals in hand, Cao Chen doesn't need to worry too much-if he messes up, he will lose one at most, no Still ahead of one?

"Director Cao, it's great! We're sure to win! Hahahahaha!!!!"

At this time, the assistant coach Xiao Wang, who was on the bench, could not wait to rush into the field and jump to the other corner of the field to sing and dance with the wildly celebrating players.

After all, Xiao Wang was able to witness such a smooth victory once he participated in the official match of Nanhu No. [-] High School Team as an assistant coach.

Now, Xiao Wang is not at all resistant to being transferred from the principal's office to the sports team's office.

Under Cao Chen's tent, Xiao Wang not only learned a lot about how to deal with people, but he was also able to enjoy the joy of sports, the joy of victory, and the things he never enjoyed before with such a group of young, passionate and energetic lads. All kinds of things, this is really rare for a person like him who has long since left his student life.

And when the boys from Nanhu No. [-] Middle School and assistant coach Xiao Wang were celebrating passionately in different places, Cao Chen had restrained his joy and began to think about how to play the next game.

While thinking, Cao Chen casually looked towards the direction of the Nancheng Middle School's coaching bench.

However, after Tang Minghai gave his Nancheng Middle School players the following tactical instructions, he sat on the coach's bench, and was blocked by the fourth official in the middle, so Cao Chen couldn't see it. See Tang Minghai's weird sneer.

At this time, Cao Chen was still secretly happy: Tang Minghai was unconvinced when he defeated Tang Minghai with luck in the penalty kick. Now, Nanhu No. [-] Middle School defeated Nancheng Middle School with a devastating attack. Tang Minghai should always Are you convinced?

Opening up the small tactical board in his hand, the first plan that Cao Chen thought of was to let Zhang Ziyang retreat to the midfield and then let Zhang Ziyang close to defend Hu Weijian.

Although in terms of physical condition alone, Zhang Ziyang is not as good as the opponent's domineering "No. 9" striker, but Zhang Ziyang is already the only player on the court who can compete with that "big guy".

Immediately, Cao Chen hesitated again.

Zhang Ziyang contributed a lot to the goal just now. If he is allowed to leave the frontcourt before his excitement subsides after scoring the goal, it will affect Zhang Ziyang's mood to some extent.

"Hmm..." Cao Chen couldn't help but say to himself after simulating it once or twice, "It's really tricky. Forget it, let's wait and see how to adjust it."

After careful consideration, Cao Chen still decided not to make any changes to the lineup for the time being. After all, the stability of the army is important. Anyway, with two goals in hand, he has a lot of room for maneuvering. Let's see how the next game goes before making any plans. Bar.

After Cao Chen put together the small tactical board, he couldn't help thinking by chance: at least, the fierce battle just now can be regarded as over.

However, Cao Chen never imagined that the level just now, how could it be called a fierce battle?
The real fierce battle is only now ready to officially enter the stage!
As the head coach, Cao Chen couldn't think of Tang Minghai's madness, and the boys from Nanhu No. [-] Middle School, who were still celebrating and celebrating the new year with songs and dances, couldn't think of it.

Uh... Maybe wanton celebration of goals is a deep-rooted tradition in Nanhu No. [-] Middle School?
For the second goal, Nanhu No. 3 Middle School celebrated for 11 minutes!If you encounter a strict referee, you have to give each of the [-] members of the team a topaz card—I have seen those who delay the time, but I have never seen such a rascal in Nanhu No. [-] Middle School.

In this game, when the referee was celebrating at Nanhu No. 2 Middle School for almost [-] minutes, he stepped forward and signaled them: "Okay, it's time to go back and stand in line and prepare to continue the game."

The result is...

Gao Yi's words almost choked the referee to death.

"Scoring a goal for 2 minutes is a tradition of our No. 1 Middle School for nearly a hundred years, uncle! You have to respect our traditional habits! Besides, this is Ziyang's first goal of the season, so of course we have to celebrate more than 3 Minutes!...Okay, okay, you don’t need to say anything else, we will go back and prepare to continue the game in [-] minutes.”

In desperation, the referee obediently chose to respect Nanhu No. [-] Middle School's "traditional habits that have not changed for nearly a hundred years", but the question is: has it really been a hundred years since Nanhu No. [-] Middle School was established? ? ?
If the on-duty referee went to Baidu, would he be ashamed to slap himself a few times?
Waiting for the boys from Nanhu No. 32 Middle School to calm down a bit and return to their half court to line up, the game time has reached nearly the 80.00nd minute, and one-third of the regular time of the game has passed. However, at this time The Nanhu No. [-] Middle School is unscrupulous - with two goals in hand, they are [-]% sure to win the game, so what psychological burden will there be?

The burden is now on the shoulders of the Nancheng Middle School players.

As early as when Nanhu No. [-] Middle School was still celebrating, they finished their positions at halftime, waiting for their opponents to come back and continue the game.

At this time, looking at the joyful faces of the players of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School, who were happier than the Chinese New Year, the coldness on the faces of the players of Nancheng Middle School became more and more obvious, and some players even showed a chilling look on their faces. The color, that kind of sternness, that kind of meaninglessness, makes people think of the resoluteness of a dead man before his death.

Gao Yi and Zhang Ziyang, who stood closest to the Nancheng Middle School players, felt this special feeling very clearly. They all knew that in this kind of one-round elimination game, once they fell behind, they could only attack, and it was impossible to be conservative. , so it is inevitable that the opponent will have some changes in emotion.

But such an unusual change as Nancheng Middle School has never been seen.

Because of that emotion, that kind of momentum, Gao Yi and Zhang Ziyang felt something beyond football, but the two of them couldn't explain it clearly. Why did the opponent suddenly behave like this?

Gao Yi and Zhang Ziyang looked at each other, and the surprise in their eyes was exposed to each other without any concealment.

Through eye contact, Gao Yi and Zhang Ziyang determined: If something goes wrong, it must be a demon!

Before you can figure out this abnormal change of the opponent, you need to wait conservatively for the opponent's intention to come, and then make plans.

"Beep..."

After the referee confirmed that the players on both sides had completed their positions, he didn't dare to be negligent, and he didn't dare to continue to respect Nanhu No. [-] Middle School's "traditional habits that have remained unchanged for nearly a hundred years", so he quickly blew the whistle to continue the game .

Southside Middle School kicks off! ! !
After kick-off at Nancheng Middle School, Gao Yi and Zhang Ziyang had a quick language exchange.

"Gao Yi, I will return to the midfielder position to intercept!"

"Okay! I will continue to drag the opponent's two central defenders in the frontcourt!"

"OK!"

……

A short exchange is enough. Everyone is a sensible person, and they all understand that the opponent must have some unexpected change of tactics. If you are not cautious at this time, it will be too late when the opponent catches up or even equalizes.

As the team's vice-captain, Zhang Ziyang also has a certain prestige in the team. After he retreated, he gestured to his teammates: Next, we will temporarily change to 4-5-1 tactics.

"Um???"

While the opponent was still adjusting the rhythm in the backcourt, the captain Wang Bo quickly came to Zhang Ziyang's side to inquire about the situation: "Ziyang, Coach Cao didn't say to play 4-5-1, you..."

"Captain! Please trust me, yes, I will explain the specific situation to Coach Cao during the intermission later."

"That……"

"Oops!!!" Looking at his good old captain, Zhang Ziyang wanted to go crazy at this moment: "Captain! Believe me!!! I am also good for the team. By the way, the opponent's 'No. Just leave it to me, you and Haohan help me defend!"

"OK then!"

Seeing Zhang Ziyang's firm tone and eyes, Wang Bo also decided to trust him once.

"Quick! Go back to your respective positions, Nancheng Middle School is coming to attack again!"

Come on, Zhang Ziyang rushed towards Hu Weijian decisively, never giving Hu Weijian the crazy physical attack before the second goal!
"Um???"

Hu Weijian, who has a very high golf quotient, also immediately felt the change: the opponent's player who scored just now gave up wandering in the frontcourt, retreated to the backcourt, and went straight to his position.

This reason is very obvious.The player who scored just now came for him.

"whispering sound!"

In this regard, Hu Weijian couldn't help snorting with disdain. In his opinion, the physical fitness of the opponent's striker wearing the "No. 9" jersey like him is still far behind. Although he is very tall, he must be 195 centimeters. Left and right, and this kind of physical fitness is considered very good in the pure football player group.

But so what?
I am not a pure football player at all. How can such a pure football player compare with myself?

Zhang Ziyang deliberately stepped up his pace and reached Hu Wei's fitness side in the fastest time, but fortunately, Nancheng Middle School's offense has not yet been organized to the frontcourt.

For some reason, the ball has been temporarily controlled by them in the backcourt, and the ball has been stabilized through the interconnection of the back line and the central midfielder.

In this regard, Gao Yi also tirelessly harassed their pass control, hoping to grab a chance to counterattack with a high position, but Nancheng Middle School did not compete with Gao Yi in pass control. Anyway, Gao Yi was on the left. The ball must be on the right, Gao Yi went to the right, and the ball moved back to the left at the first time—in short, Gao Yi just didn’t give him a chance.

What is even more strange is that with the control of the midfielder and backcourt in the middle, the two wide midfielders from Nancheng Middle School quickly stepped forward and came to the frontcourt, standing like two wingers, directly facing the side of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School. linebacker.

And the two full-backs also moved forward slowly to the midfield position, making up for the vacancy of the two full-backs just now, and even, their positions at this time are more forward than the traditional full-back positions.

"This……"

Seeing this scene, Cao Chen stood up involuntarily, and his brows were also furrowed following the position changes of the opponent's wide players. If what he saw at this time was not an illusion, then Nancheng Middle School will be in the next game. The center will not play 4-4-2, but a 2-4-4 formation with only two central defenders and a goalkeeper in the backcourt! ! !

"Oh my god! Old Tang, which one are you playing?"

Cao Chen couldn't believe what he was seeing. This kind of 2-4-4 four-forward position is usually only used to counterattack when the score is behind after 80 minutes, but now the game is only one-third of the way A little more time, with such a formation at this time, can Nancheng Middle School's physical reserves really last until the final whistle?

Because of this strange change in Nancheng Middle School, Cao Chen didn't even realize that there was one player missing in his frontcourt, and Zhang Ziyang, the hero of the goal, retreated to the midfielder position.

On the other side of the bench, Tang Minghai squinted his eyes to witness the changes on the court. The sneer on his face had long since disappeared without a trace, and what was left was a pale face. No one knew what he was thinking at this time. Even his assistant coach found an excuse to sneak to the field where the substitute players were warming up at this time, not daring to stay where they were.

"Cao Chen! The competition has just begun!!!"