There's nothing more disappointing than coming with hope and being hit so quickly.

The Atletico fans in the stands fell silent suddenly, contrasting in the noise of the home fans.

Compared to Emery's wild celebration, Manzano turned around in disappointment and walked back to the bench, looking so lonely.

There was still time for the game, but the opening blow still made Atletico like cold ice from top to bottom.

Reaching the front of the bench, Manzano suddenly turned around and rushed back to the sidelines, shouting at Thiago: "Keep an eye on the opposing player!

Like a frightened birdie, Thiago hurried up to speed back into his own half.

Ding Yue didn't see the whole process of conceding the goal carefully, so it's not good to comment. Alda Tulan doesn't care so much, anyway, in his eyes, such a formation is playing, Manzano is already ridiculously wrong.

……

Falcao slowed his breath and looked up at his teammates in silence. When the score is behind, it is the time when you can best see the character of a player.

Reyes lowered his head, as if there was a newborn little princess lying on the ground, Adrian looked at Mario Suarez helplessly, Gabi anxiously applauded with some anger to encourage his teammates not to be silent anymore, to get restless, and fight with the opponent, the game is not over yet!

After calming himself down, Falcao began to recall everything he had seen these days. He's got a weird feeling right now, a little bit unreal about this team, but he couldn't put it into account.

In the Portuguese Super League, Porto does not have so many strong opponents, Falcao can naturally do whatever he wants, in fact, the value of 45 million euros still brings him a great psychological burden.

The more so, the better he has to perform, and even in the eyes of the fans, he has to score at least one goal in every game to be worthy of every copper plate that Atletico Madrid pays for him.

Although this is obviously an exaggeration, it makes Falcao feel extremely uncomfortable. After many years in Europe, he knows what to expect from his fans. It's just that this pressure really makes him a little out of breath.

Looking around and comparing with his teammates who grabbed the point, Falcao knew that the tacit understanding of Atletico Madrid's gang was really lacking. When he was waiting for an opportunity in the penalty area, the ball was always passed to the side, and if the cross was good, his ability to grab points was not weak, but Valencia's two tall mid-backs had already stuffed the air in the penalty area into their pockets, and even a mosquito was difficult to survive in this area.

Adrian was also helpless, constantly sitting and running, pulling, and detouring, but the final result was useless. What's more fatal is that because he is not good at being a second striker, he habitually overlaps with Falcao's position most of the time, and when defending, he is also away from his own penalty area or even the middle line. Of course, every player wants to play in the position they are most comfortable with, and they all want the coach to make the most of their strengths.

But there's no such good thing, you have to adapt to the coach, not teach the coach how to design tactics.

Manzano couldn't take it anymore and screamed at Adrian to step back a little and make a bridge between the midfielders and Falcao.

In the words of a domestic football bigwig, "Adrian doesn't have that strength, you know." ”

There is no body to hold the ball with his back, there is no ** long pass in scheduling and transfer, and there is no such delicate technique in short passing.

Adrian felt like he was struggling, as if he were stuck in a quagmire. Atletico Madrid's people on the pitch, except Courtois, everyone feels that way.

Valencia's blockade was still ruthless and effective. The idea of Manzano's tactics did not work out at all in this situation.

Adrian lost his impact, Falcao was like a dying tiger in the box, no one handed him a cannonball, and he couldn't shoot.

Twenty-five minutes into the game, Atletico Madrid only shot twice, one was Reyes after cutting inside, without a trace of power, the ball even fell to the ground on the edge of the small penalty area, and the second kick was also Thiago's venting scramble on the edge of the big penalty area, and the ball was directly blocked by the opposing central defender.

Seeing Atletico so passive, Arda Tulan's gloomy face showed a hint of disapproval. When he saw Manzano's hands slowly drooping and finally turned back to the bench, the corners of his angular eyes jumped a few times and he muttered, "Do it yourself." ”

Ding Yue was observing, the court in front of him seemed to become quiet in his eyes, and the scene of the players on both sides fighting for every inch of land appeared in front of him, but in his mind, it was like a three-dimensional figure, analyzing the running position and confrontation of the players on the field.

Although you can't visually perceive this three-dimensional image, you can clearly feel the reality of this image consciously. Countless amounts of data are aggregated from various parts of the pitch and are consciously aggregated.

He saw the hole between Albelda and Hernandez, he saw the corridor that Mathieu didn't give up in time....but the Atletico players on the pitch were flawless about that, and the defense alone was already running out of energy.

Ding Yue's consciousness became heavier and heavier, and when he suddenly came back to his senses, Ding Yue almost screamed. It's like a dream.

"I can't hold the ball, what are you playing? Arda Tulan is still complaining.

Ding Yue concentrated on controlling his mental consciousness and controlling his body, ignoring all kinds of changes on the court. The 3 image that appeared in my mind out of thin air just now gradually dissipated, like a stone thrown onto the surface of the deep sea, slowly sinking into the darkness of the abyss.

For the next ten minutes, Valencia's Soldado and a couple of midfielders behind him continued to manipulate Atletico's shaky backline.

Manzano, who kept pacing, stroked his chin, stopped, and looked at the situation on the field. It was another forced foul and Thiago received a yellow card. Manzano shook his head in frustration.

'Changes need to be made, Atletico need to change. If you continue like this, you will be extremely lucky not to concede a goal, and as for the equaliser or even the reversal, don't even think about it. ”

The commentator of the Spanish broadcast game said unceremoniously.

In the matador bar, the originally enthusiastic atmosphere of watching the game suddenly dropped to freezing point.

"Holy shit! What the hell is this!"

Federigo and others, who did not go to the away stadium to cheer for the team, chose to come to the matador bar, the gathering place of the "Atletico Madrid front", to watch the game, not to mention the behind, and the lack of an effectively organized counterattack after the fall behind was even more desperate, Federigo shouted out what everyone thought.

Subsequently, this statement was supported by everyone.

"That's it,, I said Manzano couldn't do it a long time ago!"

"Ancelotti is still free, and Hiddink doesn't have a contract yet!

"If it goes on like this, it's over!"