Godfather of national football

Chapter 674 Top of the World ([-])

"Haha, look at the Chinese team."

"I counted, one, two, three, four, five, six, haha, six defenders, this is the first time in history."

Conversations like this were circulated among French fans, and they were all laughing at the Chinese team. After all, in a professional game, adding an extra defender is still rare, and even a bit stupid.

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then add another central defender, making it seven."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"What if it still doesn't work?"

"Hahaha."

Li Guo did not hear the ridicule of the French, nor did the players on the field. For a well-trained team, the eyes of others are not important, what is important is the arrangement of the head coach. If Li Guo needs the Chinese team to play seven defenders, then the players will not hesitate to implement it.

In fact, the Chinese team has not really become a back six. Zhou Dun and Fang Suo are more like free agents. They come back when they need to defend, but they are still midfielders.

There are more people on the back line, and the French team has fewer chances to pass a precise through ball. The Chinese team's change is still effective for the time being.

After going through the most difficult period, the French team happened to be tired, and the Chinese team had more opportunities to control the ball.

"We must find Chen Gelin." Zhou Dun thought to himself.

He knew that Chen Gelin was very capable. Even without the support of his teammates, Chen Gelin could create opportunities, but the premise was that Chen Gelin had to get the ball, otherwise everything would be nonsense.

A 40-meter long pass, when the ball was approaching Chen Gelin, the French team's central defender Koscielny jumped up and flew the ball.

This kind of situation happened again and again, either Koscielny or Umtiti. The two central defenders of the French team have too strong judgments on the ball.

"I can't make it through," Li Guo thought to himself.

As the weaker side, they can only fight back. Li Guo will not expect the Chinese team to advance layer by layer and fight the French team to an even match.

But now Chen Gelin has no chance to get the ball at all, it's like tying the hands of the Chinese team.

"that person!"

Ferguson's voice came from Li Guo's mind.

"Who?"

"he."

"Mu Fei?"

"Yes, his potential value is 95, this guy is really good, why don't you develop him well."

Li Guo was so sweaty, he thought to himself: "I am advocating self-taught."

"Now the Chinese team can't go up the middle, but the side can. Let him assist and be bold."

"A full-back assist?"

This tactic was once very popular in world football, but in recent years it seems that there have been fewer excellent winger defenders, especially after Lahm and Alves faded out.

"Okay!" Li Guo didn't talk nonsense, he still trusted the old man.

Mu Fei received the small note from Li Guo, opened it, and said, "Assist up, you can run as far as you can, and you don't need to worry about the defense behind you."

For some reason, Mu Fei didn't have the slightest resistance to Li Guo's arrangement, on the contrary, he felt very familiar with it, but he was not good at assists. What Mu Fei didn't know was that he unintentionally released his potential.

*****
The French team is not iron-clad. The fight against the defending champion Germany in the semi-finals consumed too much energy of the French, so the French didn't speed up the tempo when they didn't need it.

The Chinese team took the ball, and the French estimated that the Chinese team would still look for Chen Gelin, but they ignored that at this time, someone from the side of the Chinese team was plugging in at high speed.

Just when everyone was ignoring Mu Fei, Zheng Zhi kicked the ball to Mu Fei, and the latter took the ball and ran forward quickly, just like when he was chasing punks on the streets of Sao Paulo.

Didier Deschamps has noticed that the French team's defense is insufficient. After all, Evra is old. France still has a Trish, but in the past few years, Manchester City has not mixed well. Evra can at least play the ball.

Facing Evra, Mu Fei just sped up once before throwing him away, and then the Frenchman was surprised to find that his side was pierced.

"What's going on?" Koscielny was the first to react. He originally wanted to fill in the seat, but he hesitated when he looked at Chen Gelin behind him.

Mu Fei didn't go down, but cut into the penalty area. Chen Gelin also ran in place. Mu Fei looked up and was about to pass the ball, but Chen Gelin yelled: "Don't pass the ball, shoot directly."

Mu Fei was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood that the French team's defensive focus was on Chen Gelin, so it was most appropriate for him to act as a cover.

After thinking it over, Mu Fei was also happy in his heart, "What a thief."

Mu Fei took a few steps, and seeing that Mu Fei was not passing the ball but shooting, Koscielny also felt a little bit in his heart, "I was fooled."

But at this time, it is impossible to fill the position, and it can only rely on the goalkeeper.

Facing Mu Fei's shot, Loris threw himself to the limit. Mu Fei's shot was powerful, but his footwork was not as good as that of the striker, and the angle was a bit straight. Loris blocked it and the ball flew out of the baseline.

"Damn, I didn't go in."

Mu Fei didn't participate in the corner kick and had to go back to defense. Geng Chong said angrily, "Why are you shooting the goal yourself? Chen Gelin's position is so good."

"He let me shoot the goal himself, he was just a cover."

Geng Chong had nothing to say, he had to say that Mu Fei's sudden insertion just now was really wonderful, a bit like Alves in those days.

"Mu Fei!"

"what?"

"Just now... well done."

Geng Chong seldom uttered words that praised Mu Fei. When Mu Fei heard it, he felt very happy and grinned: "It turns out that dogs can still spit out ivory."

"Bitch!"

*****
There is one trick that is very effective in breaking the dense defense, and that is the long-range shot outside the penalty area. Pogba has made up his mind after looking at the overall situation.

When Pogba got the ball, the forwards of the French team still ran quickly, while the defense of the Chinese team recovered quickly, forming a spectacle of six defenders again.

At this time, Pogba lifted his foot and slammed towards the ball, and the ball flew towards the Chinese team's goal with huge kinetic energy.

Everyone on the field is doing the same action at the same time—that is, turning around.

When the ball went above the crossbar and flew out of the baseline, the Frenchman sighed, while the string in the Chinese player's heart was loosened.

No one noticed Pogba who was shooting. There was an imperceptible arc at the corner of his mouth, "It's closer to the goal than before."

In fact, long-range shots are like sniper shots. You need to adjust to find the best aim. Pogba is trying.

But all this cannot escape the eyes of the old man, "Pogba is ready, if he is given another chance to shoot like this, it is probably a goal."

As soon as these words came out, Li Guo's heart skipped a beat, thinking that it was not easy to prevent the opponent's anti-offside, and it was almost impossible to block Pogba's long-range shot.

(End of this chapter)