"Hmm?" Vilanova noticed the change in Real Madrid's play.
Real Madrid's offensive rhythm had slowed down. If they had previously fought hand-to-hand with Barcelona in the midfield and tried to push forward the offensive line, now Real Madrid's formation had shrunk further back. As long as Barcelona's players did not go up to press, they even began to pass the ball in the backfield.
After the game started, Real Madrid's scramble in the middle and backfield was very fierce. As long as Barcelona's players had the ball, they would pounce on them like hungry wolves. Coupled with the terrible situation of the field, this was the reason why Barcelona's smooth offense was completely muted.
Although Vilanova did not like Li Ang, he had to admit that Li Ang's little tricks and crazy pressing tactics did create a lot of trouble for Barcelona. The Barcelona team that played smoothly and cooperated with each other was gone. The two La Liga powerhouse youth teams played hand-to-hand like the English low-level league teams.
Real Madrid's full-court press consumed a lot of the players' stamina.
Therefore, at this time, when he saw Real Madrid shrink their defensive line and fall back and forth in the backfield, Vilanova's first reaction was, "Is there a problem with their stamina?"
Vilanova felt that this was an opportunity for Barcelona to take advantage of Real Madrid's shrinking to increase their offensive power and completely suppress Real Madrid. Their ultimate goal was to take advantage of this opportunity to score a goal.
Vilanova came to the sidelines and shouted. At the same time, he waved his arms and made a forward pressing motion.
"Vilanova is asking the team to step up their offense," SGR Radio commentator Halligson said.
"Real Madrid seems to have a problem with their stamina?" Escudero said the same judgment as Vilanova.
"Real Madrid's full-court press needs the support of stamina. The youth team's stamina is a problem, and it is starting to show now," Halligson said.
"Real Madrid's youth coach, Li Ang –" Escudero paused when he read Li Ang's surname. "His pressing tactics are effective from the half-hour game, but he forgot that this is a youth team. The young players' stamina can't support such a back and forth pressing. From the current situation, Real Madrid's stamina crisis will face a huge crisis. They are likely to be beaten up by Barcelona, who has regained their game sense. Ha, what is this? Coach for thirty minutes? "
Escudero continued to dig at Li Ang.
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With Vilanova's tactics to step up their offense, Barcelona continued to put pressure on Real Madrid's goal.
Real Madrid's performance was not as good as before. Barcelona's midfield clearly had the upper hand. They then besieged Real Madrid's goal, hoping to score an early goal.
The Barcelona fans who listened to the live broadcast on the radio were also very excited. They cheered for their team and hoped to hear the news of the goal as soon as possible.
Real Madrid's goal was in jeopardy at one point.
Pablo Banderas looked anxious. Barcelona's every attack made him nervous. He turned his head to look to the side. Li Ang stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets. He stood there quietly and did not seem to be worried about Barcelona's frenzied attack.
Li Ang's fingers in his trouser pockets were almost subconsciously pinching his thigh because of nervousness. He did not feel the pain. His whole nerves were tense. In the face of Barcelona's frenzied attack, this man was just forcing himself to be calm.
Messi used a feint to brush past Harvey Garcia on the right flank and suddenly changed direction to cut inside. The Real Madrid defender stretched out his leg to intercept the ball but tripped his opponent. The referee whistled and called Real Madrid for a foul.
The foul scared Li Ang into a cold sweat — the spot of the foul was only one step away from the penalty area.
Messi almost created a penalty kick!
In such a terrible field situation, Messi was able to begin to adapt after the discomfort and silence at the beginning of the game. The breakthrough was proof.
Messi stood at the penalty spot. He was going to take the free kick.
Messi did not choose to pass the ball. He shot straight at the goal.
Messi completely fooled the Real Madrid goalkeeper, Adan. When the football brushed the goalpost and flew out of the end line, Adan was still at the far end of the goalpost ready to defend against the cross …
"Wow! What a pity! "The radio commentator, Escudero, shouted.
There was a sigh on the Barcelona bench.
The Real Madrid fans on the sidelines jumped up in shock. From their point of view, they thought the football had gone in.
It was a pity that such a good scoring opportunity was wasted. Messi seemed a little annoyed. He looked up at the sky and kept muttering.
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"It's too dangerous like this." Pablo Banderas could not sit still. He suggested to Li Ang, "We're too passive. We have to put pressure on Barcelona and push them out."
"Pablo." Li Ang shook his head but asked a question, "Do you know how to fight?"
"What?" Pablo Banderas was stunned. What did you say? We're talking about the game. What are you talking about?
"Retracting your fist is for the fiercest attack." Li Ang made a punching motion and winked at his assistant.
"Uh —" Pablo Banderas wanted to say something more. Li Ang patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to calm down.
Li Ang was not proficient in commanding tactics, but he understood the principle of showing weakness to the enemy. He was doing that now.
What was the next sentence to show weakness to the enemy?
A thunderous strike!
Another ten minutes passed. Barcelona's bombardment did not yield results.
They looked as if they were close to scoring, but they could not score.
No goals!
The only thing that mattered was the result. No goals meant no results.
At this time, the Barcelona players, who became more impatient as they played, swarmed over the center line.
They were very eager to score a goal before the end of the first half.
The terrible field, Real Madrid's pressing defense, and the situation of not being able to score for a long time made the mood of the Barcelona young players begin to become impatient.
Cruyff raised his eyebrows when he saw the young players' impatient performance.
However, he did not speak out to remind Vilanova, who was standing on the sidelines yelling and directing the game.
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Li Ang's eyes lit up!
When Piqué could not hold it in and pressed over the center circle, the Barcelona players left behind, except for the young goalkeeper, Planziria. There was only one center back, Valentin. At a glance, the entire backfield of Barcelona was filled with empty spaces …
"Rubén! Rubén! " During this time, Li Ang, who had been very quiet, rushed to the sidelines. He shook with one hand and shouted. He was shouting Rubén de la Red's name.
It was at this time.
Harvey Garcia intercepted the pass from Barcelona's midfielder, Fàbregas.
He directly passed the football back to de la Red.
The Real Madrid players began to pass the ball back again. Fàbregas pursed his lips.
The other Barcelona young players also thought so. During this time, Real Madrid had been doing this, always passing the ball back and forth in the backfield to waste time.
At this time, no one would have thought that de la Red did not choose to continue to pass the football back. After a little adjustment, he directly kicked the football out.
What was he doing?!
A big kick to relieve the siege?!
Launching an attack?!
Don't be ridiculous. Real Madrid had all returned to defend. Who was in front of them? Real Madrid had almost all shrunk in the backfield to defend.
They thought it was right. There was no one in front of Real Madrid now.
But what they did not know was that Real Madrid had been waiting for a long time to counterattack. When Li Ang shouted for de la Red, the whole Real Madrid team knew that this was the signal for a counterattack. After being besieged by Barcelona for more than ten minutes, the whole team was sullen and had been waiting for this moment to come.
Prepared and unprepared, Real Madrid caught Barcelona by surprise.
Callejon felt that there was a fire in his chest. As a striker, he had been shrinking in his own half and enduring the opponent's offensive oppression. This feeling was too sullen and uncomfortable.
He had been waiting for this moment to counterattack!
Callejon flew.
The moment de la Red received the ball, he was ready to go. The moment the football was passed, Callejon moved!
He quickly ran past Pique's side, seemingly completely unaffected by the mud on the field.
Pique was surprised. Then he realized that the other side was counterattacking. He was about to turn around to give chase, but his foot slipped and he fell flat on his face.
The football was still in the air, but Callejon had already run past the midfield and was charging towards the opponent's thirty-meter zone.
On the sidelines, the Real Madrid fans, who had also been sullen for a while, became excited and cheered loudly for the young player.
The football fell and Callejon caught up with the football. This rapid run had consumed a lot of his stamina and he was panting heavily.
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"Run!!!!!" Li Ang shouted. He ran on the sidelines.
At the Chamadine Youth Stadium, on the sidelines of the under-17 national derby, there was a scene that left a deep impression on some fans who were lucky enough to be there to watch the game.
On the field, a young player was running desperately.
On the sidelines, their manager was running. As he ran, one of his hands kept waving forward, like an offensive drum.
"Run! Boy! You can do it! "Li Ang shouted at the top of his lungs.
The Barcelona defender, Viviante, wanted to go forward to intercept. He started in a panic, but his foot slipped … Then he looked up in despair and saw Callejon sweep past him like a gust of wind.
"Good job!!!!!" Li Ang roared.
Now, the only one in front of Callejon was Barcelona's goalkeeper, Planzília.
"Shoot it in!" Li Ang gritted his teeth.
Amidst the loud cheers of the fans on the sidelines.
Callejon easily swayed past Planzília, who had lost his center of gravity, amidst Li Ang's hoarse shouts.
Then, he pushed and shot at the empty goal!
The ball went in! The ball went in!
Real Madrid's under-17 national team A made a thunderous strike towards the end of the first half of the game. They led Barcelona's under-17 national team A by 1: 0!
Callejon was very tired after the goal, but the boy did not stop running. He turned around and rushed to the sidelines. He rushed to the coach, who was panting with his hands on his hips.
Li Ang put his hands on his hips. His face was flushed with excitement. He winked at Callejon, who rushed over, but the latter pushed him to the ground. More children rushed up and threw themselves on their coach.
"Bastards, stop! Stop, my new clothes! Whose hands are these? Where did all the mud come from?! Who touched my butt! " The Real Madrid youth team manager's joy and undisguised triumphant whine could be heard throughout the training ground.
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