Chapter Eighty-Four: Houllier's Countermeasures
() "2, 2 to 0?" Zhan Jun was a little incredulous.
Liverpool just attacked well, why was the opponent scored another goal in the blink of an eye?
In the replay on the big screen, this attack started from Tang Wu again, and the ball was directly sent to the "killer" after passing through the feet of a teammate.
The whole fit is simple, smooth, rough and effective.
Liverpool's defensive counterattack has been playing for so many years, playing birds all year round, and this time it was really pecked by a goose.
'I don't see Chelsea's defensive counter-attacks being so sharp.' Huang Jianxiang couldn't help but let out a sigh.
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With the joy of leading by two goals, the Blues returned to the dressing room in midfield.
As soon as he closed the door, he pulled up a face: "What do you mean by the top of the mountain?" β
Crespo looked at Tang Wu, Lampard looked at Tang Wu, Makelele looked at Tang Wu and almost everyone looked at Tang Wu.
Tang Wu looked at Terry.
βlighting!β Like a child waiting for the teacher to ask a question, Terry replied loudly after seeing Tang Wu's eyes.
"Looks like that's not any language I know now, is it?" A smile finally appeared on La's face.
"That's right, it's Chinese! It's Don's native language! Again, Terry actively answered.
"Well, it's lighting." Rak Pinch savored it.
"Lightning" was the slogan that Tang Wu shouted when he wanted to launch a fast attack. But shouting at the kick-off means that Tang Wu in the backcourt can make a goalkeeper connection.
"So how do I talk to reporters? Let's just say that both goals came from a Chinese word? β
"Old man, just say that you arranged it on purpose." Tang Wu opened his mouth.
"How can this work?" Rakari shook his head, "I'm not the kind of person who even takes credit for a player. I only gave you offensive orders before the game, but I didn't say you can't play fast breaks. β
"But if you're self-defeating, I won't take the blame for you!" After Lajili finished speaking, he winked at everyone.
The coach's joke relieved everyone, after all, this spontaneous "risk-taking" tactic is responsible. Now that the coach is not pursuing it, the atmosphere in the locker room is gradually warming.
"Old man, how are we going to play in the second half?" Lampard asked.
"Attack, of course it's still attack!" After Lajili finished speaking, he glanced at Mutu in the corner, and his tone suddenly changed, "However, I will only give you ten minutes. Ten minutes later, I don't want to see any players get injured because of the attack. β
"Good!" Everyone agreed in unison.
Mutu in the corner took a deep breath and secretly clenched his fists.
Ten minutes? Maybe that's enough!
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'I think you've seen it too, Chelsea have a sharp counter-attacker.
Holier looked at the generals in front of him, his face a little heavy.
'He's out of the formation but he's an integral part of the Chelsea squad.
"We can't interfere with him or make any tactical arrangements because no coach would be stupid enough to put a player on guard against the goalkeeper on the opposite side!"
Speaking of which, Holier glanced at Owen.
"We're good at counter-attacking, so we need to know how to defend when the opposition is on the counter-attack. Michael, you tell me what to do when the other side counterattacks? β
Owen, who was named, grimaced in a gloomy face and replied in a low voice: "The striker is the first line of defense, Mr. Holier. β
"What are you doing when the ball runs past you?"
"I ......" Owen didn't expect Holier to be so "desperate to chase".
"I won't make any more mistakes!" Owen clenched his fists and said fiercely.
"Okay, that's fine." Seeing Owen admit his mistake, Houllier nodded, "It is undeniable that Chelsea are a strong team this season, and the huge transfer fee allows them to have good players in all positions. β
"But I don't think that's a reason for us to lose. Liverpool are not bad either, I believe that in the second half as long as we play our own style, we will definitely equalise or even turn defeat into victory! β
"That's right!" The Reds roared.
Morale was available, and Hollier came in spirit.
"Steven, you have to warm up and replace you in ten minutes."
"Yes, Mr. Hollier!"
"Chelsea won't give up attacking!" "But after all, they are two goals ahead, and for the sake of future competitions, they will gradually save their strength and drag the score to the end." β
"So at the start of the second half, the frontcourt players, including the forwards, had to be defensive. But as soon as Chelsea's attack slows down, we have to attack with a thunderous momentum. Don't be in love with the middle players, tear up the gap on the side with long passes at every opportunity, look for opportunities to cross, and try to equalize the score before they can react! β
"Michael, you have to use your speed to play more on the wings, tear apart the opposition defence and create chances for your team-mates in the middle. But don't be afraid either, you can cut inside at every opportunity! β
"Except for Hamann and Sherou, who have to participate in the attack in time, everyone else has been staring at the midfield for me to prevent the opponent from counterattacking! Oh Shet, that Chinese goalkeeper threw the ball too far! β
Houllier muttered a sentence and continued: "Shelu, don't be afraid to waste your stamina, you have to consume as much stamina as possible before Steven comes on the field!" β
"Honjoz, Hyypia, you two are the last to be delayed, remember to make offside when you have the chance! Do you understand? β
"Got it!" Hyypia and the two responded in unison.
After arranging everyone, Houllier came to Dudek's side: "Yerzi, in the second half I think you should expand your range of activities like the goalkeeper opposite. β
"I know the coach." Dudek took a deep breath.
After the Red Army increases its attack, the backfield will definitely become more empty, and even if it is offside, it will not be able to completely eliminate the opponent's counterattack.
Only when the goalkeeper walks out of the penalty area can he cooperate well with the defenders to defend.
"Is it possible that the current goalkeeper is going to stand on the line of the big penalty area and keep the goal?" Houllier smiled wryly, leaving this "unrealistic" idea behind him.
At the start of the second half, Chelsea did as expected, pressing heavily again, pressing high and playing positional battles.
In the 47th minute, Glenn Johnson made a successful steal in front of the court and took the ball to the bottom line alone.
But before his teammates could catch up, the ball was destroyed by Traore.
"Mutu is a little inattentive!" Huang Jianxiang said.
"Indeed, including in the first half, the Romanian striker has missed at least five chances. If Hasselbaink had been replaced, Chelsea could have had a bit more shots on goal. Zhan Jun glanced at the data and answered.
If Mutu had followed up immediately when Glen Johnson made a steal, he could have taken the ball into the opposition box even if he couldn't make a single shot. When the time comes, it's time to rub and rub it, and make your own decisions.
"Attack! Attack it! Let's attack harder! Houllier was looking forward to it from the sidelines.
Chelsea's slackening and adaptation from attack to defence won't be long in coming, and in Houllier's view, the Reds will have to seize the opportunity to score at least one goal before they have a chance to equalize or even turn the tables around!
The Blues threw a throw-in and the ball was again at the feet of Glen Johnson.
Before the England youngster could look up at his teammates, a shout came from beside him.
"Hey Glenn, here, here!"
The familiar tone of voice made Glenn Johnson move on his feet and push the ball towards the source of the sound.
After receiving the ball, Mutu was excited, strode with the ball, and instantly increased his speed.
"Mutu breaks through ......"
"Pass the ball to Crespo, two-one......"
Crespo didn't opt for a return pass and distributed the ball to Geremi on the other side.
"Graemi's cross!"
"Alas! Mutu was in an offside position and he couldn't get the ball. The ball was confiscated by Dudek. β
In the end, Huang Jianxiang was a little sorry.
If Crespo had passed the ball back to Mutu, the ball might have been a one-off shot!
"Why don't you send it back?" After missing another great chance to score, Mutu finally couldn't contain his anger and walked up to Crespo and shouted.
'I think it's better to pass that ball to Geremi. Crespo said.
Rumble!
As the Blues' No.7 and No.21 got into an argument, Dudek kicked the ball over their heads like a bomber.