The game had been going on for more than 20 minutes, and the score of the game had not changed in the slightest, but it was not a stalemate at all. &. Guy Spain looked close to breaking the Swedish goal, and the entire Swedish defence was barely able to cope, and anyone had to give Forlan a thumbs up, and his scrambling defense and sense of filling in the position saved the Swedes from the peril time and time again. The Swedish team's attack seems to have no clue, and Lagerbeck on the sidelines has no solution for a while.

Even if Lagerbeck is no longer willing to admit it, he will have to face the situation of this miserable competition in midfield.

Mourinho, who came to watch the game, sat in the audience and frowned, next to his agent Mendes, who was completely opposite to him, and was extremely relaxed, "Jose, Spain also looks like a champion in this World Cup, although they all guessed that Sweden was unlikely to win, but who would have guessed that it would be such an overwhelming situation?" Quickly stood up, picked up the football and rushed tirelessly to the midfield again. Mendes let out a sigh of regret along with most of the Spanish fans in the stadium, and then said to Mourinho twice.

Seeing that Mourinho didn't speak for a while, Mendes turned his head to notice his serious expression, "No, I thought you just came to inspect those main Real Madrid players, could it be that you are still a fan of the Swedish team?"

But in fact, let's see, Lagerbeck is really right, otherwise Sweden would have been bombarded against the goal by now.

"This Spain team can't be reminiscent of Barcelona. "Even the kicking is Mourinho's most objectionable routine," the gang looks like they want to keep the ball, not win the game. ”

Everyone knows that Tiki-Taka is overly focused on possession, and in a completely different way from the concept of regional football, the concept of this method is still an evolved version of Cruyff's Dutch all-attacking and all-defending. Players cannot be confined to the position of the area, and must adjust their position quickly and without stopping according to the situation of their teammates, so as to constantly form a passing triangle.

Most people think that when there is a ball, the passing triangle shows its power by passing the ball to control the ball and create space. And Spain under Bosque's command used Sweden as a living example to show that when there is no ball, it is actually using the triangle position. Once the ball is lost, the person involved in the passing triangle will form a defensive triangle at this time, quickly form an encirclement of the opponent's ball carrier, surround the ball carrier in a "box", and then encircle and suppress. So when Forlan supports the midfielders with the ball, Spain will surround them with three people, and unless Forlan chooses to abandon the attack, he must be pushed forward by the triangle. You can't be reconciled, but when the ball is transferred, you have to run back to the Swedish half with the big team, and you need to run a longer distance under the control.

The weapon of the tiki-taka offense, that is, the weapon of defense.

"I'm so confident. Mourinho snorted, but Mendes, who is familiar with him, is 100% convinced that this is not a compliment, but a mockery, Mendes pouted, "No matter how much you like Alvarez, you have to admit that he is a defender who has no ability to score goals, even if he treats the defender as his best and performs to the extreme in a game, it is the forward, midfielder, and goalkeeper who play a decisive role in a game, and it is difficult to be a defender." He can't sustain 90 minutes with this kind of full involvement in defense and offense, and even if people say he has an 'iron lung', it's not so bad. ”

"Let's assume he can run 1800 meters in this race...", as soon as Mourinho spoke, Mendes complained, "18,000 in a race, your assumption is really 'conservative'." You must know that he has played every round of matches in this World Cup, do you really think he can't run to death?"

Mourinho didn't explain, he believed that the current Forlan was far from reaching his limit, "Do you know how far Xavi and Iniesta need to run when Forlan needs to run to 18,000?" Seeing Mendes' dazed face, he turned his face and smiled at Mr. Agent, revealing two sweet dimples, "Of course, it won't be the triangle of three people who divide 1800 meters equally, it's not just Forlan who has repeatedly tossed and turned, even if this group of forwards, midfielders, and maybe even defenders take turns, 12,000 is definitely there." What gave them the confidence that everyone could run this kind of statistic in 90 minutes, even if they won, a few days of recovery time, did these guys want to give up on the next semi-finals?

While Mourinho has proven his magic over and over again, Mendes disagrees with him this time. In his opinion, Mourinho is too subjective, he is tired of Barcelona's routines, likes Alvarez's defense, and enjoys the plot of pulling the giants off the horse. But even Mendes himself knows that the Spanish style of football has always emphasized the delicacy of the players' passing skills at the feet, and they like to rely on the basic skills of delicate passing and control skills to tease the opposing players to passively make saves.

Just like the scene on the field at the moment, the matadors tease an angry bull with a piece of red cloth, constantly showing their skills to exhaust the bull, and finally when the opponent's physical strength is declining, he suddenly slashes the throat with a sword, killing the opponent.

And all this came faster than Mendes imagined, in the 39th minute of the first half, in another Spanish attack from the wing, Forlan stopped their cross, but finally allowed Villa to fight for a corner. Alonso stood at the corner without negotiation and was ready to kick off, which undoubtedly meant that even this step was in Bosque's layout, and he seemed to want to tell everyone, I don't play conspiracy with you, we are all going to be above board, and I can win.

The fact is that when Alonso picked the ball up, the ball quickly drew a beautiful arc in the air and went straight to the penalty area, and the Swedish team was in chaos in the box, facing the flying ball Forlan and Villa jumping at the same time, but this time the winner of the attack and defense was Villa, and his better position allowed him to knock the ball into the goal.

The goal ignited a frenzy throughout the stadium, cheers poured into everyone's ears, and the Spaniards who ran to celebrate were ecstatic at the corner flag, in their opinion, holding the goal and the victory was already in their pockets. The Spanish coaching staff, led by Bosque, were also particularly excited, although the goal came a little later than they had expected, as the Swedish defence exceeded Bosque's expectations. Bosque pressed Villa's head and shouted in cheers, "That's it, keep it up!" Villa nodded vigorously, this is already his sixth goal in this World Cup, he has confidence in Bosque, and he has more confidence in himself.

The Swedish fans watched helplessly as their opponents cheered, but the apparent gap had already made them worry about the goal. They want to say that there are still a few minutes, and if they hold on for a few more minutes, they will go into the break, and although Lagerbeck has not changed on the spot, the midfield will definitely make a decision. But looking at the man sitting in his penalty area and looking up at the celebratory Spain, the hearts of the Swedish fans trembled.

Francisco Alvarez, whose jersey was already dirty in scrambles and tackles, was so old that no one bothered to count how many tackles he had made in the past 40 minutes, and how many times he had slipped and almost slipped while chasing and caught up at a faster pace. This time he was finally able to sit and stay there for even half a minute, and realizing that, the Swedish fans would love to let the Spaniards celebrate, party, or dance live, and it didn't matter how proud they were, as long as he didn't really run around the stadium for a full 90 minutes.

The referee finally beckoned everyone to restart the game, and Fran stood up and patted his goalkeeper teammate. His expression was calm, his mocking expression faded from the moment he entered the court, and he looked intently ahead with all smiles in his face. Passing through so many people, Fran just thought that Eevee was looking at him, he took a deep breath, raised his arm hanging at his side, and waved his fist at him. Eevee looked down and grinned lightly, and raised his fist in agreement.

The players on the court were waiting for the restart, but everyone in the audience was a little confused by the sudden raised fists of the Swedish team's captain and vice captain. Theodore's assistant whispered beside him, "Isn't the situation in Sweden?" and he felt like he had asked a stupid question, who could not see that the Spaniard's victory was only a matter of time? Theodore was fiddling with the camera, making sure he was filming the scene without speaking. The assistant pouted, and he wasn't sure if Mr. Theodore was in a good mood or bad for a while, "You just said that Tiki-Taka is a matador style, so the Swedish team, is it a bullfight?"

"For bullfighting, the danger has always belonged to both sides," Theodore's words seem to be unrelated, "today's bullfighting is very different from a hundred years ago, and perhaps the form is still the same, but because the degree of training and ferocity of the bull is related to the good luck of the bullfighter, the matador's skills have been perfected, and the bulls chosen have been generally domesticated, so it seems that there are fewer accidents." People wanted to ban it just because it was too bloody and too cruel to the cows. ”

"Are you saying that the courage and skill of the bullfighter are important to the victory of the bullfight, but more importantly, it depends on the bull?" the assistant tentatively spoke, receiving an approving look from Theodore, "Yes, because of the bull, training can domesticate it, but it cannot train its nature, which is innate." ”

It's not just a normal game, it's more of a provocation to that kid. Football players play to the point where they are, even if they don't show it, they have their own pride. They may be enjoying the game, but for that guy, it is obviously his life that is threatened. These Spaniards want to step on his pride and his life, so that this game will be hailed as a classic, and this Spain will be remembered by the world.

The goal wasn't the end, for him it was just the beginning.

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At half-time in Spain, most people could not hold back their joy, and victory was especially easy in sight, and some people even thought that Paraguay would lose to such Sweden, which was a little funny. Bosque smiled on his face, "That's it, keep going! Let's be remembered by the whole world!" Xavi and Iniesta, who shouted a sentence, looked at each other, smiled bitterly at each other, and continued, they had already expected the result, even if they couldn't catch up. How can that guy's physical strength be so easy to beat?

In the dressing room of the Swedish team, Fran, who had changed into a new jersey, sat next to Ibrahimovic as usual, and the two of them pulled and muttered. Lagerbeck has a lot of headaches, his 4-4-2 setup is already very important in midfield, what else. And the Swedish crowd was also a little discouraged, and the simple and relaxed appearance before the resumption of the game was all muffled.

"Let's change it to 3-5-2," Forlan said abruptly, breaking the awkward silence in the dressing room, after all, he was already behind, which was also in Lagerbeck's consideration, but, "the last midfielder, you mean, you focused on defending?" Lagerbeck didn't believe he thought so, because doing so would undoubtedly mean that Forlan chose to surrender in this competition, Forlan would not choose to do so, and he would not ruin his vice-captain for a game that had little chance of winning.

"No, increase the competitiveness of the midfield, and I will continue to try to provide midfield protection," Forlan looked up and showed a smile that could even be considered shy, and the smile trembled in response, "I keep running, they keep running, let's see who gets to the limit first..."

"That means if I get a yellow card, I'll be cleared after the game. Fran grinned, "No, it should be, I'll keep running, see if you want to keep running with me." "The assistant coach showed Lagerbeck the distance of the two teams in the first half to 'appreciate', his own players (except for a certain goods) are at a general level, while the Spanish team's midfield is a lot higher than their own midfield, with an average of 9,000 in the half, and Xavi's data is even more than 10,000 meters. Forlan's half-time 12,000 Lagbeck didn't bother to watch, maybe others had forgotten it, but he still remembered that when he first arrived at Real Madrid, he attracted the attention of the superstars with his outstanding running average of 15,000.

"Don't mess up and let those people in Barcelona look down on you. Ibrahimovic arched the fire next to him, and Fran's eyes squinted, "Come on, those Barcelona obviously look down on you as a striker." Ibrahimovic choked, but couldn't deny that if it weren't for Spain thinking he would waste his chances, how could there be so many people piled up in midfield.

The two went out together and happened to see Ramos and Torres walking towards the stadium. Ramos stood a little embarrassed, Ibrahim stood next to him staring at his big eyes, Fran rubbed Ramos's head with a smile as usual and dragged Ibrahim to take a step forward, not caring about Ramos's reaction behind him. Ramos suddenly remembered what Cassie had said in the room, and grabbed the bamboo horse next to him, "Be careful." Torres sighed, 'Huh?', Ramos pursed his lips, "I won't hurt you, just be careful." ”

Eevee smacked Fran by the waist, "What were you doing just now?" Forlan shrugged, "You and I are the focus of discussion in Spain, Igor is the most powerful Real Madrid player in the Spanish team, everyone knows that I have a good relationship with Igor, Igor's eternally worried personality is bound to tell them to do this, how will I react——"

"There are too many smart people around, so I don't bother to worry about it so much, but I'm not stupid," Fran sighed deeply, "that is, you, too hardworking, but not enough IQ, and I have to worry about it." Ibrahimovic responded by slapping him on the back of the head.

The second half restarted, perhaps after a break at halftime, kept the Spaniards still in good spirits. Lagerbeck made a change in the opening game, removing a centre-back and replacing him with a midfielder. The commentator just said that this is the rhythm of the Swedish team to let Forlan defend with all his might, and the next second he looked at the defender who picked up the ball and ran to the midfield or even the front, and felt like he was slapped in the face.

Ibrahimovic slammed a long-range shot on the crossbar, Casillas, who held the ball in his arms in the goal, felt that the world was trembling, and he took the ball and kicked it back to the midfield, but Ibrahimovic in front of him did not leave after the shot, but stood in place and watched Casillas. Cassie frowned, looking at this guy who was taller than himself as a goalkeeper and ran away with a smile, feeling weird and inexplicable.

On the other side, the Spaniards were still sticking to that tactic, and Forlan was running with the ball, and it was not clear for a moment whether he didn't feel tired or if he was hiding it too well. However, although Spain has not stopped, its pace has gradually slowed down.

But the problem is that Spain is slowing down, and Fran is slowing down. Harvey thought that his suffering was not in vain, and he had consumed enough of this guy, so he was more motivated, continued, continued, and ran. Who would have thought that Forlan was worried that if the physical gap in performance was too big for a while, and Spain changed its tactics to all-round defense, it would be worth the loss.

Torres, who held the ball, considered what Ramos just said to make him careful, but he still felt a little inexplicable, someone ran behind him, Torres didn't have time to think about it, experience told him that he must not be defended by Forlan closely, otherwise he is very likely to lose the ball. He kicked the ball away with his front foot and was just about to accelerate, a figure crossed from the side, Torres couldn't retract and was blocked by Forlan's calf and fell straight forward, Forlan hooked the ball to his own midfielder, signaling them to run while the Spaniards had not yet returned to their positions.

Fran looked down at Torres as he fell to the ground, a shallow smile on his face, "Don't worry, I've never tackled anyone." Torres stood up, and Fran said to him, as if to tell himself, "Really, don't worry, next time, next time, I won't shovel you." "But if it doesn't, it's none of my business.

Torres had a chill in his back.

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