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- "Those old guys must have been terrified!"
Ranie said with a smug smile.
Habr is also very happy. In front of the top players in the same position, he successfully attacked successfully, which is very fulfilling for him.
"However, you can't be complacent. After all, it's Barcelona, ??and their offense is not so easy to defend!"
Ranie suddenly said seriously.
After becoming the captain, this guy changed his attitude of laughing and joking before. Although he still looks out of key sometimes, he can always stay awake at critical moments.
There is nothing wrong with Ranier's feeling. After Barcelona was almost scared to pee by Hoffenheim's several attacks, what came up was a wave of evil fire.
After regaining possession of the ball, they began to advance crazily.
Barcelona's attacking style is different from that of Hoffenheim.
Although the two teams are mainly pass control, Hoffenheim's pass control is aimed at scoring goals, while Barcelona is mainly focused on advancing.
The ball is passed continuously in short distances, and all 10 people except the goalkeeper are connected together to make full use of the field and keep advancing.
From time to time, Harvey Abano made trouble-like breakthroughs, which made Hoffenheim play extremely uncomfortable.
For the first time, they felt that there was a reason why the players they played hated the way they played.
Whoever is being slipped away like a monkey will not be happy.
Barcelona also launched several attacks and caused several near misses.
Fortunately, Manny and Slanka's defense is in place, and they can always save the day.
But they can't stand doing it all the time.
The key issue now is the midfield.
Hoffenheim must find the rhythm of the midfield.
"Compressed!!"
Habr gritted his teeth and shouted directly.
Others followed immediately.
Hoffenheim suddenly accelerated the press, and this press covered the entire pitch.
No matter where the ball goes, it will face Hoffenheim's chasing and blocking. For a while, Barcelona played extremely hard.
But the experienced Ferdinando shouted: "Hold on, they won't last long!"
Ferdinando's judgment is correct, this kind of high-position pressing is extremely exhausting.
At this time, 75 zw org. com Zhang Si. Hoffenheim couldn't hold on for long, but even that caused them a lot of trouble and managed to make the tackle.
"Damn it!"
Ferdinando cursed secretly, and immediately rushed forward to fight back.
But Ranier passed the ball directly to Alfred as if he had eyes behind him.
Alfred crosses to Habr, who passes to Leo.
Leo made a pass back to Habr again.
For a while, the situation of the two sides was reversed, Hoffenheim became the rhythm controller, while Barcelona wanted to keep pressing and destroy the rhythm.
Seeing this, the German commentator's eyes sparkled and he said, "Wonderful! Very exciting! Although neither team scored a goal, their offensive and defensive transition speed was simply too fast, but the most surprising thing is The two teams are fighting around the rhythm of the midfield!"
"Hable, Ranier and Alfred, these three teenagers are challenging the top midfielders of the older generation in their own way."
"Whether the older generation can protect the honor, or whether these young generals succeed in the challenge, let us wait and see!"
The situation in the arena is extremely stalemate.
? The two sides continued to confront each other around the midfield, and the battle between Habr, Ranier, Alfred, Fernando, Harvey Alonso, and Estvia was even more exciting.
It can be seen that the breathing of the six players has begun to become obviously rapid.
Although the game only lasted about 20 minutes, it felt like they played the entire first half.
"The left, the left wing is their main point of attack!"
Fernando shouted and directed his teammates to block it together.
Habr was forced to pass the ball back.
Habr turned his head and looked at Fernando bitterly.
Old guy, what are you doing with such a keen sense of smell!
In addition to a little bit of depression, Huber felt a little bit of joy.
It's really good to feel this kind of constant tricks and tricks.
This is the pressure that only top midfielders will put on him.
And under this kind of pressure, he will inevitably become??.
Habr licked the corner of his mouth, watching the ball pass back and forth between Alfred and the back line, he thought for a moment, and leaned to the left.
Seeing Habr's choice, Alfred did not choose to pass back, but leaned towards the left wing, echoing Piani.
The two passed several times, and Piani suddenly sent the ball along the sideline.
Alfred inserted diagonally and gently rubbed the ball before the opponent steals it.
The ball fell to Habr in the opponent's rib area.
At this time, Habr leaned his back against the opponent's goal, staring at the falling ball.
At the same time, Leo, Ranie, and Varim all chose to plug in at high speed.
强牺 bxwxco.com 读牺。 Ferdinando was about to shout when he suddenly saw three lines in front Inserting the trend, I can't help cursing in my heart,
"Restrain them!"
He knew that Habr could no longer be stopped, so he limited his passing points.
But Habr clearly heard the opponent's cry, but he still turned around and made a long pass.
Habr's eyes were bright, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Not three offensive lines!
Rather four!
boom! ! !
The ball was pulled out fiercely, drawing an oblique arc along the air.
The pass has a wide range, across the pitch, from left wing to right wing.
And there, Roquel came from behind and advanced at high speed.
Seeing this scene, Ferdinando widened his eyes.
And in the entire arena, Hoffenheim fans also jumped up.
Everyone stared at Roquel with wide eyes.
They saw Roquel running quickly, and when they got to the position, they turned their heads to determine where the ball landed and made some adjustments.
Raise your thighs, and with a light pad, the ball will obediently fall to the position in front of you.
And during the whole process, Roquel basically didn't slow down.
"World-class stoppage!!"
The German commentator clapped excitedly: "Is there any ball?!"
Roquel had already entered the penalty area, and the opponent's defender closest to him also had three positions, which could not stop him at all.
Roquel went to the meeting alone.
He looked up at the opponent's goalkeeper, adjusted slightly, and pushed the ball with the arch of his right foot.
The ball slipped past the Barcelona goalkeeper's armpit.
In the next second, he touched the white net and trembled slightly.
Seeing the ball go into the net, Roquel turned his head and ran to the corner kick area, excitedly he made a long slide.
And at the scene, the roar of the commentator Polly followed closely.
"goooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!"
"goal!!goal!!goal!!goal!!goal!!goal!!goal!!goal!!goal!!goal!!!"
"Sergio Roquel! In the 31st minute of the first half, he gave us a goal with a wonderful movement."
Make big org.com make owls. "Hoffenheim leads Barcelona 1-0!!! Hahahahaha!! Cheers guys!!!"
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