Chapter 567: Pressure
Just 10 minutes into the game, Brazil's centre-back Thiago Diego Brown. Silva is already feeling the pressure.
It's not the pressure of the "final" attribute that brings him, but the opponent Spain.
The Spanish players didn't have particularly great physicality, no particularly fast speed, no particularly sharp attacks, and no particularly ferocious tackles.
What they have is the ultimate in passing and ball control.
Thiago. Silva has to be 100 per cent focused every second, because a small oversight, it is likely that a small oversight, can lead to a hole in his defensive area that can be penetrated by the opposition.
A 10-minute game like this is more tiring than the 45 minutes when we played Chile.
Tired.
The nerves are like tight strings, and they won't be able to bear it when they won't know when, and they will break off with a "snort".
But......
Thiago. Silva looked at the defenders across from him and thought to himself: they must be more tired than we are.
After all, they're going to be defending three of the best offensive players in the world.
They can concede a goal if they lose concentration for even 0.5 seconds, or make a decision error.
If you continue to fight like this, they must be the ones who can't bear it first.
Ramos is preoccupied with Ricardo, and as long as he is close to his defensive area, the responsibility belongs to him.
Ramos had a heavy task today, and he had to defend Licardo alone. Bosque told him to give up the assist and freeze Ricardo with all his might - but he didn't know if he could get the job done.
At least in training before, he had never succeeded in freezing Ricardo, not once.
Of course, there are a lot of things he can't use in training.
Today is different. This is the World Cup final. The ultimate stage that every player craves.
Ramos took a deep breath. Even if you are back, you have to guard against Ricardo.
Let's try the scale of referee Webb first. Then step by step, increase the action.
In the 11th minute, Ricardo suddenly turned and retreated, receiving a pass from Kaka. Ramos immediately posted it, but didn't immediately make a move.
Ricardo smashed the ball twice in a row, successfully broke through, and cut inside to run in the direction of the penalty area.
Ramos followed up with his hands and feet, slowing down Ricardo and trying to get the ball out of his feet, but referee Webb didn't say anything.
Before Ricardo entered the box, Ramos stealthily pulled off Ricardo's shirt and let go as soon as Ricardo's body lost balance.
Ricardo briefly lost control of the ball and Puyol scrambled to break the ball.
Ricardo turned to complain to the referee, Webb, who said nothing.
Ramos is even more aware of Webb's enforcement scale.
"Sergio, it's not authentic for you to do this." Ricardo turned his head and grumbled.
"I'm sorry," Ramos said with a blank face, "and we're enemies until the game is over, Licardo." When we win the championship, I'll ask you to drink and apologize. β
Li Cardo smiled: "Don't worry, you don't have to invite me to drink, the person who treats me must be me." When I get the Hercules Cup, I can allow you to touch it and take a picture with me. β
Ramos snorted vigorously, "When we take the Hercules cup back, I can touch it as much as I want, maybe I'll touch the Hercules cup and masturbate it." β
"It's a real deal," Ricardo smacked his lips, "but it's a pity you're just dreaming." β
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly turned around and ran, and Ramos was 0.5 seconds slower to come to his senses, which was enough for Ricardo to run several meters.
After receiving Kaka's pass, Ricardo made a gesture to cut inside, affecting Ramos's judgment, and then dribbled down to send a half-high ball into the box.
Ronaldo barely got to his feet in the entanglement with Pique, and the ball hit Pique's leg and flew off the line.
Ronaldo shook his head dissatisfied. He was unhappy with his performance.
If it had been 10 years ago, he would have been 100% sure of this opportunity.
Perhaps, it's time to retire, leave the world with a beautiful back, don't leave an embarrassed figure.
Bosque was very unhappy with Ramos' defensive mistake and rushed to the sidelines to shout a few words. However, considering that Ricardo is also proficient in Spanish, he did not go into too much detail and left it to Ramos to comprehend it himself.
Spain attacked. After a short kick-off, they pushed forward and eventually played wide and Capdevilla won a corner when he tried to cross for McConn.
Xavi and Iniesta hit a tactical corner, which Iniesta handed the ball to Xavi. Alonso, Xavi. Alonso shifted to the back post and Villa shook off the defender and volleyed into the side-netting.
Cesar was very unhappy with the leakage of the defensive line, patting his gloves and shouting, reminding defenders to watch out for the opposition's dangerous elements and not give Villa a chance to shoot calmly.
Villa is also a world-class striker, and although his shooting skills are not as good as Ronaldo's, he can still score goals when given a few chances.
Brazil attacked, and after being pressed by Spain, they finally had to pass the ball back to Thiago. Silva, with the latter kicking up front.
Kicking off with a big kick meant giving up control and fighting for a one-half chance, which Brazil would never have wanted to do, but Spain's pressing was so fierce that they had to do it.
Fortunately, Ricardo and Ronaldo and Kaka all have strong individual abilities and can turn such a small long pass into an opportunity.
Ricardo jumped high, grabbed Ramos' header and rubbed it back, and immediately turned to chase the ball when he landed, his speed was too fast, and he easily overtook Ramos to take the ball and continue to go down. Seeing that he was about to cross, Puyol ran from behind the flank and brought him down with a vicious tackle.
Referee Webb ran over and unceremoniously showed Puyol a yellow card.
Ignoring Licardo, who was rolling in pain on the ground, Puyol yelled at Ramos: "He's not your teammate anymore!" Now you are enemies! How long are you going to be merciful? Look clearly, that's what defense is all about! β
Ramos pursed his lips and clenched his fists tightly before he spoke: "I don't need the BarΓ§a people to teach me how to play." β
Puyol roared back: "Then do your job, and don't let Ricardo go wild on your turf again!" β
Ramos was speechless. But I was thinking in my heart, you can try it when you step on a horse? will bully an old man like Ronaldo, you come to defend Licardo and try it!
It took him a long time to get up and go to the sidelines for a brief treatment with the help of the team doctor. Puyol kicked so hard that his calf swelled at a visible rate.
"Take care to protect yourself," Dunga said with a frown, "even if you want to leave the field injured, get me one of their men on the field!" β
Dunga's words were a bit impersonal, but it was a World Cup final and Ricardo understood it perfectly.
"I'm not going to leave the game with an injury, even if I break my leg, I'll score a goal!" Ricardo said with grinning teeth.
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