"You did a great job!" Li Ang praised the players loudly.
"The score of this game is the reward for all your previous efforts!" Li Ang pointed to the players' mud-stained jerseys. "This is a medal of merit! It's the mark of your hard work! We have been preparing for this game for a long time. While Barcelona people were enjoying the sunshine on the beach, you were training on this terrible field. I know you are all young lads who love cleanliness. When you were taking a shower in the locker room, you must have said a lot of bad things about me. "
Hearing him say this, there was a burst of laughter.
"Now, all our efforts and efforts have been rewarded. The reward is that when we run freely on this field, our opponents are so embarrassed. They can't keep up with our pace at all." Li Ang winked at Callejón. "José, you dribbled the ball and ran wildly. Barcelona couldn't catch up with you at all. They couldn't stop you! How does it feel? "
"Great," Callejón shouted.
"Yes, great," Li Ang said. "Continue to play like this in the second half. Strengthen the pressing of their players with the ball. Put pressure on them and make them make mistakes. Then our chance will come! "
"Okay —" The young players shouted excitedly. Before the goal in the first half of the game, the group of players did not approve of the "timid" defensive counterattack tactics that were arranged for them to play on this terrible field against their arch-rivals, Barcelona. They listened to the coach's arrangements out of their long-term professionalism, as well as their respect and habitual obedience to Li Ang's coaching standards during this period of time. At this moment, Li Ang used a solid result, an extremely successful defensive counterattack tactic, and a goal to win the group of children's admiration from the bottom of their hearts.
After the goal appeared, the children were very excited. They felt that all their efforts and efforts were worth it. They also admired the manager. This could be seen from the wild celebration of the group of children after Callejón's goal and trampling on the manager.
Little Messi frowned when he heard the cheers from the Royal Horse team.
Cruyff withdrew his gaze from Real Madrid and called Messi to the side alone.
"Leo, what do you think of your performance in the first half?"
Messi was a little depressed. He lowered his head and said, "It's not good. Sir. "
"This isn't the Messi I remember. He's always unwilling to admit defeat, always full of confidence, always optimistic." Cruyff kept raising his voice. "Raise your head, Leo."
"Sir —" Messi clenched his fists. "Ugh, I don't want to find excuses … but the venue is terrible. I've never played on such a bad pitch. The ball can't be brought up at all. " The Argentinian boy pointed at the field behind him. It looked like it had been plowed by an old cow … It was terrible.
Cruyff expressed his understanding. "You're right. The venue does restrict your performance. However, the first half of the match is a thing of the past. After such a first half, you should have adapted to this field, right? "
"Yes, sir."
"The situation in this game was unexpected, but you can treat it as a valuable experience. Your future is on a broader stage, but it also means that you will face more complicated situations. In the future, you will find that a small scene like today is nothing to you." Cruyff patted Messi on the shoulder. "You are a player who plays with your brain. You have the ability to do so! Believe in yourself and believe in your teammates. When the football is at your feet, you will find that there are many paths to choose from! Son, will there be good news in the second half of the game? "
"Yes, sir, I promise." Young Messi nodded vigorously.
He turned and returned to his teammates.
Messi looked at Real Madrid's side with no more frustration in his eyes. He was exceptionally determined.
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Not long after the second half started, Li Ang felt that something was wrong. Messi, who was trapped in the quagmire in the first half, made a comeback.
Messi was Barcelona's most terrifying weapon and offensive core. His revival meant that Barcelona also revived.
Messi began to become more active. He was more confident when he controlled the ball and more determined when he broke through. Moreover, it could be seen that at this time, Messi was no longer impatient and did not blindly seek to bypass people. He used his skills to get rid of the defenders and attract their attention. Then he would shoot when he had the chance and pass when he did not.
Fàbregas and Pedro were on either side of him. After the former received the ball, he reduced his dribbling and was more used to distribute the ball and organize the attack. The latter cooperated well with Messi and from time to time, he would plug in from behind to help suppress Real Madrid's defensive line. This also created more opportunities and gaps for Messi.
Busquets ran actively at both ends of the midfield. He was the link connecting Barcelona's midfield and front field.
Barcelona was like an exquisite machine. Messi was the core of this machine. Everyone else operated around him. When he was normal, the team was normal. If he was not normal, the team was in danger.
In the first half of the game, the young Argentine player was caught in Chamardín's terrible field and broke down. In the second half, the normal operation resumed and Barcelona's offensive machine returned to normal.
Messi took the ball in the front field. The terrible field could no longer restrain his feet. He continuously changed his footwork and deceived the defender who was guarding him to be a little overwhelmed. He suddenly changed his direction and led the defender to lean to this side. He pulled the ball fiercely and dribbled the ball from the opposite direction.
Harvey Garcia was guarding on the other side and immediately came up to intercept when he saw Messi. He did not expect that Messi did not continue to dribble the ball. It was just a feint. Instead, he sent a straight ball.
Messi attracted the attention of two players alone. His posture of breaking through also made the other defensive players have to pay attention to him. At this time, the ball was so unexpected and sharp!
"Oh no!" Li Ang was shocked.
He was too familiar with this kind of offensive coordination. In the future Barcelona team that swept Europe, Messi could shoot and pass in the front field. In addition to the terrifying shooting, a small straight ball like this was also very sharp.
Fàbregas, who plugged in, shot the ball.
The soaked football was heavier, and the flying football was faster.
This kind of coordination, this kind of shooting. Real Madrid's goalkeeper, Casillas, was obviously unprepared for this ball. He pounced on the ball and let it go.
The football slowly rolled to the goal line. It seemed inevitable to lose the ball. But just in front of the white line, it was kicked out by de la Red!
"Ah!" There was a burst of sighs in Barcelona's technical area.
Real Madrid's side breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Ang felt his heart beat faster and sweat broke out on his forehead.
"It can't go on like this," Pablo Banderas said to Li Ang with a serious expression. "That Argentine kid is very good! We can't defend at all … I have to admit, you were right before. This kid is very good. We used to think that it was Barcelona's bragging. "
Li Ang pinched his chin and looked at the field. He thought to himself, You will know how good this kid is in the future.
"The problem is that our defenders can't keep up with Messi's pace at all," Li Ang said.
Banderas was also silent. Now that Messi, who had recovered to a certain level, had shown everyone his ability. Real Madrid's defenders could not do anything to him. They could not defend against him! They really could not defend against him!
Now, every time Messi took the ball, it would cause a burst of tension on Real Madrid's side.
They were lucky that they did not concede a goal. With Real Madrid's current psychological state, once Messi seized the opportunity to help Barcelona score, their morale would suffer a heavy blow.
The only thing the two men could do now was to stare at Messi, who was very active on the field, and watch him wreak havoc. They could not come up with any ideas.
It was not that Li Ang did not want to make a substitution, but was there a more suitable candidate on the bench than on the field? No! The children on the field now were the best players at Real Madrid's level.
"Cough, cough, cough —" On the bench, someone unscrewed a bottle to drink water but choked.
"What are you doing?" The anxious Li Ang roared and turned his head to look. He saw the little face that had done something wrong and was panicking.
Li Ang's eyes lit up and he hooked his finger. "You, come here!"
The child was completely stunned. He squeezed the mineral water bottle in his hand and it made a squeaking sound. He sat on the chair, his body stiff and motionless …
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