"Huh?" Vilanova noticed the change in Real Madrid.

The pace of Real Madrid's attack has slowed down, if before they were hand-to-hand with Barcelona in the midfield and tried to push the attacking line, now Real Madrid's formation has shrunk even further back, as long as the Barcelona players do not go up to press, they even start to fall in the back.

After the start of the game, Real Madrid's scramble in the midfield was very fierce, as long as the Barcelona players got the ball, they pounced like hungry wolves, coupled with the bad situation of the field, this is the reason why Barcelona's smooth attack is completely dumb.

Although he doesn't like Leon as a person, Villanova also admits that these tricks and crazy pressing tactics have indeed created huge trouble for Barcelona, and the Barcelona team that played smoothly is gone, and the junior teams of the two La Liga giants are like the lower league teams in England playing hand-to-hand combat.

Real Madrid's full-court pressing is very draining the player's physical energy.

So, at this time, seeing Real Madrid shrinking the defense and falling back and forth at the back, Vilanova's first reaction was: "Is there a problem with fitness?"

Vilanova felt that this was an opportunity for Barcelona, taking advantage of Real Madrid's contraction, to increase his offensive efforts and completely suppress Real Madrid, with the ultimate goal of taking advantage of this opportunity to score goals.

Villanova came to the sidelines, shouting loudly while waving his arms to press forward.

"Vilanova is asking the team to step up their attack. Said Harrigson, a commentator at the SGR radio station.

"Real Madrid's fitness seems to be in trouble?" Escudero said in the same judgment as Vilanova.

"Real Madrid's full-pitch pressing, what they need is physical support, and the fitness of the junior team players is an issue, and it is starting to show up now. Harrigson said.

"Real Madrid's youth coach - LI" Escudero paused when he read Leon's surname, "His pressing tactics, judging from the half-hour game, are effective, but, he forgot, this is a junior team, the physical fitness of the young players cannot support such a back-and-forth running pressing, judging from the current situation, Real Madrid, which has a physical crisis, will face a huge crisis, and they are likely to be severely cleaned up by Barcelona who have regained the feeling of the game, ha, what is this? ”

Escudero continued to sarcastically say Leon.

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As Vilanova ordered a strategy to strengthen the attack, Barcelona kept pressing on Real Madrid's goal.

Real Madrid's performance was not as good as it used to be, with Barcelona's midfield clearly gaining the upper hand. They then laid siege to Real Madrid's Earth Gate in the hope of scoring early.

Barcelona fans tuning in to the radio were also excited, cheering on their team and hoping to hear the news of the goal sooner rather than later.

Real Madrid's goal was in jeopardy.

Pablo Banderas looked anxious and every attack from Barcelona scared him. He turned his head to look to the side, where Leon was standing with his hands in his trouser pockets, standing very quietly, not seeming to be worried about Barcelona's onslaught.

Li Ang's fingers in his trouser pockets, because of nervousness, his fingertips almost subconsciously pinched the meat of his thighs, he didn't feel the pain, the whole person's nerves were tense, in the face of Barcelona's crazy offensive, this person was trying to calm down.

Messi suddenly switched inside after using a feint to get past Xavi Garcia on the right flank. The Real Madrid defender reached out to break the ball, but tripped the opposition. The referee blew the whistle and awarded Real Madrid a foul.

The foul scared Leon into a cold sweat - the foul was just a step away from the penalty area.

Messi almost made a penalty!

In such a bad field situation, Messi was able to start adapting after the discomfort and silence after the start of the game, and this breakthrough is a proof.

Messi was standing at the penalty spot and he was going to take the free-kick.

Messi didn't choose to cross, he came straight to the goal with a shot.

Messi completely deceived Real Madrid goalkeeper Adan when the ball grazed the post and flew out of the bottom line, where was Adan still preparing to defend the cross at the far post......

"Wow! what a pity!" exclaimed Escudero, the radio announcer.

There was a sigh from Barcelona's bench.

The Real Madrid fans on the sidelines jumped in shock, and from their point of view, they thought the football had scored.

It's a pity that Messi seemed a little annoyed by such a good scoring opportunity, he looked up at the sky and kept muttering in his mouth.

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"It's too dangerous. Pablo Banderas couldn't sit still, and he suggested to Leon, "We are too passive to do this, we have to put pressure on Barcelona and press out." ”

"Pablo. Leon shook his head, but asked a question, "Will you fight?"

"What?" Pablo Banderas was confused, what are you talking about? We're talking about the game, where are you going?

"Retract your fist for the most intense attack. Leon made a punch and winked at his assistant.

"Uh-" Pablo Banderas was about to say more, and Leon patted him on the shoulder, motioning for him to be at ease.

Leon was not proficient in command tactics, but there was a truth he understood, which was called showing weakness to the enemy, and he was doing it now.

What is the next sentence to show weakness?

Thunder Strike!

Another 10 minutes passed, and the indiscriminate bombardment of Barcelona had no effect.

They looked like they were close to scoring a goal, but they just couldn't get on the scoresheet.

No goals!

Consequentialism, no goals, no results.

At this time, the Barcelona players, who were more and more impatient, rushed over the halfway line.

They were desperate to score a goal before the end of the first half.

This terrible field, the Real Madrid people's pressing defense, coupled with this long-term inability to attack, made the mood of these young Barcelona players start to become impatient.

Seeing the impatient performance of the young players, Cruyff raised an eyebrow.

However, he did not make a sound to warn Vilanova, who was standing on the sidelines yelling and directing the game.

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Leon's eyes lit up!

When Pique couldn't hold back and got past the centre circle, the Barcelona players who stayed behind were all but the young goalkeeper Planteria. There is only one central defender Variente, and the entire Barcelona backfield, at a glance, can be seen everywhere......

"Reuben, Reuben!" At this time, Leon, who had been quiet, rushed to the sidelines, shook one hand vigorously, and shouted, he was calling Ruben de la Red's name.

It was at this time.

Xavi Garcia cut off a pass from Barcelona midfielder Cesc Fabregas.

He passed the ball straight back to De La Red.

The Real Madrid man started to pass back again, and Cesc Fabregas flattened his mouth.

The rest of Barcelona's youngsters think the same thing, and during this time, Real Madrid have been doing this, always wasting time at the back.

At this time, no one expected that De La Reid did not choose to continue to pass the football back, and after a little adjustment, he directly kicked the football forward with a big kick.

What is this doing?!

Bigfoot clearance?!

Attack?!

Don't be funny, Real Madrid are all back in defense, who is in front of them? Real Madrid is almost all shrunk in the backfield......

They thought it was good, there was really no one in front of the Real Madrid team now.

But what they don't know is that this is the long-awaited counterattack opportunity of Real Madrid, when Leon shouted De La Red, the whole Real Madrid team knew that this was the signal of the counterattack, and they were besieged by Barcelona for about ten minutes, and the whole team was aggrieved, just waiting for this moment to come.

Prepared and unprepared, Real Madrid took Barcelona by surprise.

Callejon felt that there was fire in his chest, and as a striker, he kept shrinking in his own half and enduring the oppression of the opponent's attack, which was too embarrassing and uncomfortable.

He had been waiting for this moment of counterattack for a long time!

Callejon galloped.

The moment he received the ball in DelaRed, he was ready to go, and the moment the football was passed out, Callejon started!

He sped past Pique, seemingly unaffected by the mud of the field.

Pique was surprised, and then he realized that the other party was fighting back, and was about to turn to chase after him, but his feet slipped and he fell into the mud.

The football was still in the air, and Callejon had already run past the midfield and was heading towards the opponent's 30-meter area.

On the sidelines, the Real Madrid fans, who had also been aggrieved for a while, became excited and cheered loudly for the young players.

The football fell, Callejon caught up with the football, and this section of the fast run, he was extremely physically exhausted, panting for breath.

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"Run!!!!" shouted Leon as he ran from the sidelines.

At the Chamartin Youth Base, there was a scene on the sidelines of the under-17 national derby that left a lasting impression on some of the fans who had the privilege of attending the game.

Inside the field, a small player is running desperately.

On the sidelines, their head coach was running with his feet outstretched, and as he ran, one hand kept waving, waving forward, like an offensive drumbeat.

"Run, boy, you can do it!" shouted Leon at the top of his voice.

Barcelona defender Variant was about to come forward to intercept, he started in a panic, but his feet slipped... Then he looked up in despair as Callejon swept past him.

"Good !!!!," Leon roared.

Now, Callejon is left with Barcelona goalkeeper Plumziria.

"Shoot in!" Leon gritted his teeth.

In the loud shouts of the fans on the sidelines.

Amid the hoarse shouts of head coach Leon, Callejon easily shook off Prantsilia, who had lost his center of gravity.

Then, push the empty goal!

The ball is in!

Real Madrid's Under 17 A team struck a blow before the end of the first half of the game, leading their century-old rival Barcelona Under 17 A 1:0!

After the goal, Callejon was very tired, but the kid did not stop running, he turned around, rushed to the sidelines, and rushed to the coach who was panting with his waist crossed.

Leon crossed his waist, his face flushed with excitement, squeezed his eyes at Callejon as he rushed towards him, but the latter threw him to the ground, and more children rushed up and pounced on their coach.

"Bastards, stop, stop, my new clothes, whose hands, where did you get so much mud?!Who touched my ass!" The joy and undisguised triumphant wails of the Real Madrid junior coach could be heard throughout the training ground......

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