Chapter 197: The Game (I)

There is no bloody smell of football.

It has been said that football is a miniature form of modern warfare. In fact, in the final analysis, football is a game of wits and courage. Compete in technology. Rivalry ability, duel tactics, and contest will, these are the winners and losers of a game. Beyond that, time, space, individual, team, intelligence, strategy, ...... In an era of peace, football may be the best platform for mankind to understand war.

But there is no bloodless war, the sharpest spear faces the strongest shield, the passionate samba dance steps encounter an impenetrable chain defense, there is only one Ronaldo in the world who was surrounded and suppressed by Maldini Cannavaro double, the reason why Messi is Messi, let you have thousands of troops, I am invincible, this is football, war makes heroes, and football is the same.

Farton Park was packed out over the weekend, with temperatures reaching 80 degrees Fahrenheit (26.67 degrees Celsius), but Portsmouth's hopes were even higher. Huge cheering portraits were hung early on, with gladiators dressed as Icardi, and spectators in the South Stand unfurling two banners: "Our harvest in this life will be immortal" and the other read: "Under Hydward's leadership – Attack", which were used to motivate the team. It also reminds our opponents from afar how impressive we have been at home lately.

Not to be outdone, Middlesbrough also cited their winning record against Portsmouth in the last four seasons, singing and dancing: "We always win at Portsmouth. ”

In this game, Ward finally listened to the advice of the assistant coach and did not use the method of stealing the start, and from the second report sent by the scouting team, it can be seen that Mowbray's team did not have the habit of setting up away tactics, and Finnan's guess was completely correct.

Middlesbrough are not conservative on the road, although they are a back four, but they are very cunning to turn into a back three at the beginning, in order to confuse the opponent, their forward line is Australian McDonald and Main, both are fast small men, and can be on the side of the 176-tall Dutch winger Emnis is also a fast guy, the only height and physique is the Frenchman Martin who plays in the midfield.

The attacking combination on the opposite side is not good news for Portsmouth, as Mowbray is clearly well-designed, hiding the high points up front means that their forwards will often drop back to win the ball, while the midfielders will be more likely to penetrate into the box to form goals.

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Pompeo's German centre-back combination, Mustafi is a man who likes to press, just as his character is full of energy and blood. He's got a good instinct for the game, he's also influential in the dressing room, and if he feels his teammates aren't doing their best, he'll say it, starting in the bathroom: "You didn't score that goal, you..." Hydward has witnessed more than one clash between him and his teammates, once with Icardi, and it was his teammates who fought hard to pull the two apart until the end.

Defensively outstanding, running all over the pitch and trying to get forward, every time a team-mate receives the ball, Mousse wants to ask for the ball, which is commendable, because one of Portsmouth's beliefs is that when a player has the ball, the rest of the team will use him as a fulcrum to support the attack, and with his ability to handle the ball really well, dropping a ball like Drinkwater doesn't happen to him at all. However, when he's angry, his way of attacking others is a headache, and reacting on the pitch means he can easily be taken out of his position by the Middlesbrough striker.

The remaining Rudiger's size and height would never be a match for these little quick-witted men.

It was this that was expected, so Hydward thought of pressing out and playing a wave of attacks before the opponent was firmly established, because at this time his pair of central defenders were too attack-oriented, and there was a big safety hazard for Margery not to be in this back line.

Of course, Finnan also has a point, Myburgh is not conservative on the road, and his team is likely to be counter-attacked by the opponent in the rush process, so the situation will be more passive.

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With a few minutes played, Ward ordered Mousse to stay in position and played tepidly, with the opponent's trident not making any threatening attacks.

Portsmouth's front court is also familiar to fans, with Riyad Mahrez looking like he could be a one-on-one opponent at any moment, with their defenders repeatedly ravaged at knees and ankles; Mane is obsessed with playing a one-two with Ali and can't extricate himself, of course, the style of play of three central defenders and five defenders in this game makes the rib space not as wide as the back four, resulting in little play; Icardi hangs up in the box as always, and if he appears outside the box, he will either be knocked down or lose the ball, of course, such scenes are very rare, he is more like invisibility.

Edward paced in the marking area, signaling Mendy to go down the side or cross directly, so that Mane could receive the ball without grinding and cross as soon as possible, and Icardi also got a few chances, but due to being closely marked, two headers did not hit the goal, and a very threatening sweep was kicked too straight and was directly confiscated by the goalkeeper.

As time went on, Middlesbrough played further and further back, with all three strikers retreating into their own half

Mustafi pressed forward almost uncontrollably, and he invested more energy in the game than he could have imagined, as his active forward pressure allowed Portsmouth's midfield to be run with one more person involved, and the team's transmission became faster and more deadly.

In the 24th minute of the first half, central midfielder Martin got the ball and wanted to send it straight to the back of Portsmouth, and the striker Main had already started to attack Rudiger's back, but at that moment Mustafi intercepted the ball directly with a clean tackle. The ball was half a meter away, Mousse used his strong waist and abdomen power to get himself up directly, complete the control of the ball, and half a second later he stuffed the ball forward to Dele? Ali.

It was a good counter-attack as Ali got the ball out of control and played it to Sadio Mane on the wing. The Senegalese strode on a well-chanced counter-attack, playing 3 at 4 and taking two steps forward, but Mane was not greedy enough to return to Alli, who dribbled sideways on the edge of the box and then suddenly lifted the ball half-high to the back post.

The outflanked Icardi ran forward to shake off the close guard, and the ball was positioned for a header, but the beryllium, who had failed a few times, clearly lost some confidence in his head, and he used a more difficult and handsome barb to complete the shot, and the ball hit the left-hand post and was held in the hands of the goalkeeper who saved it.

The offensive came to an end.

Mustafi, who was at the back, was annoyed by the post, and he stared straight ahead with his eyes in some exasperation, as if he had missed the ball.

The tackle made Mousse more confident in his forward insertion, and Hydward didn't realise that his player was a self-centered person, and the game was played like this completely forgetting the coach's tactical set-up, constantly organizing the attack like a good midfielder, and his name kept coming to the mouth of the commentator.

Brilliant, courageous, precise, the media was full of praise, Mustafi in the 31st minute was about to be beaten into a counterattack, this time the opponent was replaced by Emnis, but unfortunately this time from the defense to the attack also did not play, Mahrez's shot was too hasty by the goalkeeper to judge the right direction.

Such a dance on the tip of the knife, once it was okay, the second time Hydward already showed a look of displeasure, he signaled Mustafi to recycle, but the German who was in good shape was puzzled after getting the news, at this moment he was in good shape, he felt that no one could beat him, why recycle? Myburgh will soon be crossing!

"Boss, I'm not going to let them hit me in the back!" After a dead ball, Mustafi ran to the sidelines and began to argue for the adjustment he had just made.

Heideward insisted even more: "You have to listen to me, those three people on the other side are too fast, Rudiger doesn't have time to fill your place." Finish the last ten minutes, we can't concede the goal! ”

Negotiations failed, Ward began to call Campbell to warm up, but just as he turned around, the Dutchman Emnes, who had just been cut off the ball, used a bull's tail to pass Mustafi in the midfield position perfectly, and then stuffed it to McDonald, who was in place, and the Australian broke the door of Enyeama before Rudiger could return to the defence, and the shot was in the area guarded by Mustafi.

Hydward picked up the mineral water bottle on the sidelines and smashed it to the ground, splashing the water.