133. Rookies peck at each other
Martinez didn't have any feelings about what Wen Sheng thought in his heart, "treating others the way they want to be treated".
There is a certain probability that a player will fly when facing an empty goal, and a player is more likely to score when he shoots from outside the box.
It's bad to concede a goal, but Martinez is more concerned that he didn't do enough tactical design.
For De Bruyne, he is very unfamiliar, Crystal Palace inexplicably introduced such a young player under twenty years old in the league, no matter how good his data is, it is just a league!
Martinez was noticeably more focused than Mertens on the other side, but now De Bruyne seems to be telling him that I'm the protagonist.
"I shouldn't have let him get the ball so comfortable!" Regretful, Martinez immediately changed his defensive attitude towards De Bruyne.
"Stick to him!"
"Don't let him find space to pass easily!"
Martinez stood on the sidelines, directing his players to step up the defence against Kevin De Bruyne.
De Bruyne tried a few times and he felt that he was in a tight siege and a bit of trouble, and it was certainly not enough to rely on Boateng alone.
Wen Sheng is also in a hurry, Mertens has no performance, the team is now lame and attacking, De Bruyne is dumb, this attack is really no longer playable!
"Fuck, didn't you train well?!" Wen Sheng couldn't help but scold in his heart, but he also knew that how could training be compared with actual combat?!
In actual combat physical confrontation, the passing limit is much stronger than the training.
Wigan did a good job of limiting De Bruyne, but they were difficult to improve in attack, and sports warfare was not what they were good at.
"A bad pass..."
"Sean. Derry has a passing error... Kante steals, beautiful, he stifles the opponent's counter-attack! ”
The ball is always prone to mistakes when it comes to the frontcourt. Taylor doesn't know how many mistakes he made in his mouth!
Both teams did a good job of controlling the ball at the back, but the ball to the front court was too small for everyone to invest in the front, and mistakes were inevitable.
As the home team, Martinez still tried to let his team press out to attack, but after all, he stopped at the beginning and never let go.
The half-time whistle blew and the two sides went into halftime.
Both sides performed very well in the first half, Crystal Palace defended but attacked badly, Wigan was similar to Crystal Palace, and still couldn't get any good chances in attack.
Before the game, many media thought that this rookie pecking was destined to be a defensive competition, and the ambitious Martinez definitely didn't think so, he was more active than Wen Sheng, but the team's strength was limited and the sports war was not good.
What are these ugly or not?!
Wen Sheng doesn't care, what he cares about is that the team is ahead now.
"Well done, guys! They're probably going to think they can't afford to lose this game at home, but I think you're going to tell them they're going to lose this game, right?! Wen Sheng looked at his teammates with a smile.
"Yes!"
"Good!" Wen Sheng nodded with satisfaction.
The morale of the team is still very good.
"You know what we were best at last season?" Wen Sheng asked everyone.
Needless to say, of course, it was a counter-attack, and their counter-attack was simply a unique sight in the Championship.
"Fight back, yes, that's right, fight back! If they dare to attack in the second half, we will fight back! Wen Sheng loudly announced the main tone of the second half, "Defend a little deeper, attract them over!" Two Kevins! ”
Speaking of "two Kevins", Wen Sheng always felt awkward, and the team's recruitment was also a strange thing. De Bruyne, Kevin. Boateng, Kevin. Stroman.
"I always feel so awkward to call your names!" Wen Shengsheng said unlovely.
Everyone burst into laughter, and so did Boateng, and De Bruyne blushed in embarrassment.
During this time, everyone actually called it quite painful, and most of the players in the team called Boateng "Prince", which is his middle name.
"Isn't it over with one named Prince and one named Kevin?!" Hawking said, "Two Kevins, do you have any opinions?!" ”
"No, how about one called Prince, De Bruyne and I'll call Tintin?!" Wen Sheng said, "Don't forget, we still have Kevin!" ”
"I'm okay, boss!" Boateng grinned in response.
In fact, in the first half, Wen Sheng celebrated the goal and said the word "Tintin", Lawrence They quickly reacted, and the adventures of Tintin are also a well-known comic book, written by Belgian Erge, this background fully explains what Wen Sheng said at the time De Bruyne, and now I hear it.
De Bruyne nodded, a nickname he could accept.
"Okay, I don't even know what I just said!" Wen Sheng clapped his hands, "Prince, Tintin, you have to increase long-distance passes in the second half and hit behind their defensive lines!" I know they're back deeper, but you still have to do it and make the most of Jamie's movement! ”
"Jamie, don't retreat too deep and hold their line to the death!"
"Driss, you don't always swim on the wing, try to run in the middle! You're doing very well in the Eredivisie, you're not bad at shooting, so you have to go to the middle more, be flexible and try to shoot more! ”
"Anyway, I want you to shoot more, whoever it is! It's okay to stay a little further away and don't always try to get the ball into their box! ”
It's not so easy to always try to get the ball into Wigan's penalty area, and the team lacks that kind of post-like centre-forward, Vardy is an English striker, and his header skills are naturally there, but with his size, unless the opportunity is really good, he is always the one who suffers in the box.
Therefore, the Crystal Palace under Wen Sheng rarely has the kind of high ball crosses, half-high balls, and ground ball crosses more.
After a few minutes of tactical arrangements, Hawking took the substitutes to the court to warm up and rest.
Wen Sheng called Mertens to the side, and Mertens almost disappeared in the first half and played poorly.
Mertens is also very nervous, he is not unsuitable for Wensheng's tactics, but he is uncomfortable with the rhythm of the Premier League's game, too many physical confrontations, others do not give him a chance to take the ball comfortably, often use his body to squeeze him, he has no way to gain a foothold, and gradually has some jealousy of Wigan's defense, and he is out of the way.
"Relax, Dris!" Wen Sheng whispered to Mertens, "You have the strength, but you haven't found the trick to deal with them yet!" Don't wait where you are when you receive the ball because they won't let you get the ball comfortably, you have to run to get it?! Run, like I said! ”
"Don't limit your space too much, you forgot what I expect from you, I want you to be a scoring point!"
Mertens nodded.
"It's normal to have an adaptation period and I won't be you, so don't put so much pressure on yourself, read the game well and play relaxed!"
In addition to comfort, Wensheng is still comforting, Mertens is powerful, but there is still a question mark whether it will work to adapt to the Premier League, if you can't adapt for a long time, you can only give up on him, time waits for no one.
"I'll give you 20 minutes in the second half! After 20 minutes, I'll make a substitution! ”
Wen Sheng finally said that the appropriate pressure is still given.
Mertens nodded again and acquiesced in Wen Sheng's arrangement, he can also understand that it is really good to give himself twenty minutes, and if he changes to another coach, he may be taken down at halftime.
Time was too late, Wen Sheng originally wanted to say a few words to Oneu, but everyone had already played, Wensheng had to remind Oneu not to be nervous at the door, he performed very well in the first half.
Wen Sheng was curious about Martinez's strategy in the second half, and he didn't know what moves Martinez would make, this person has a very deep study of tactics, and the formation changes are very flexible, Martinez played 442 in the first half, and he may also change to another formation in the second half.