Chapter 0670: The Three-Year Itch

Needless to say, provoking fans twice in a row is simply ignoring the rules!

Red!

In the first ten minutes, Barcelona fell into an embarrassing situation of 10 to 11.

For this game, Zhuo Cunzhi played the role of a double-edged sword.

On the one hand, he gave his team an early two-goal lead, and on the other hand, he had one less team to lose.

"I think it's a big bad impact, after all, it also affects the atmosphere in the team and the morale of the fans."

"I think it's hard for Barcelona to win if Zhuo Cunzhi doesn't play."

In the mixed words of many commentators, Zhuo Cunzhi walked directly into the player's tunnel with a happy smile.

Rijkaard smiled bitterly, and his head began to hurt......

The matter was caused by Zhuo Cunzhi, but the final fault may be attributed to him.

After all, it was he who made the suggestion......

What's more, as a head coach, controlling the players' off-field actions is originally part of the scope of work.

Zhuo Cunzhi did such a thing, which would make Laporta think that he did not have the ability to control the dressing room.

This will be a lever for Laporta to attack him!

Thinking about what is about to happen in the future gives Rijkaard a headache.

To make matters worse, Rijkaard soon found himself running out of energy to think about the future.

"A CoruΓ±a has launched a counteroffensive!"

Think about it carefully, although the score is behind now, they are facing Barcelona with two less supergiants, Barcelona with one less person on the field, and Barcelona who has just had infighting!

What's more, there are 80 minutes left in the game!

Seemingly, there are odds of winning?

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"2 to 2?" Zhuo Cunzhi stopped and looked at the reporter who intercepted him in astonishment, "Is it really 2 to 2?" ”

"That's right! After you went off the pitch, Barcelona were pulled back in stoppage time in the first half and in the second half! Seeing Zhuo Cunzhi stop, instead of leaving directly like just now, the reporter also looked very happy.

"How do you feel about that?"

Faced with this question, Zhuo Cunzhi was silent for two seconds, revealing a lewd smile that was enough to be selected for the emoji, and sighed exaggeratedly: "Wow! ”

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Life is like a Hamlet play, and everyone lives out their own tragedy.

When Zhuo Cunzhi was smiling obscenely and Barcelona fans were angry, some people really felt sad.

"Why is this the way it is?"

Bamond asked, more like muttering to himself.

Zhuo, a player with Chinese blood, could have become a legend in Barcelona!

However, as the contradictions continue to accumulate, the two sides have now broken completely.

His good friend, Paulino, who had watched football with him for many years, has now parted ways with him.

In life, two people are also friends.

So Bamond has always been clear that Paulino is just reluctant to bow his head and is essentially a good person.

As a diehard Barcelona loyalist, he once tried to accept Zhuo Cunzhi, which is the best proof.

But now, Paulino has left him, and Zhuo Cunzhi is also leaving Barcelona.

The two men stood on opposite sides, hating each other.

Obviously, as a fan, Paulino loves Barcelona deeply;

Obviously, as a player, Zhuo Cunzhi is conscientious......

What ruined it all?

"Is it this white skin?" Barmond looked in the mirror.

After a long period of sluggishness, he made a decision.

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On the other side, Zhuo Cunzhi looked at a large pile of documents in front of him, and the whole person was speechless.

"He really sent ......"

"What sent?" Jonas asked curiously.

"Regarding my role analysis and tactical arrangements......" Zhuo Cunzhi replied.

β€œβ€¦β€¦ So much? There were dozens of pieces of paper, and Jonas was frightened.

"Being able to write so much shows that the other party is also quite sincere." It's rare that Jonas didn't confirm the identity of the other party, so he said a good word.

"......" Zhuo Cunzhi looked undeniable.

"Any questions?" didn't hear Zhuo Cunzhi's reply, Jonas was a little flustered, "Did I say something wrong?" ”

"No, it has nothing to do with you...... Zhuo Cunzhi patted the big pat and sighed, "This person asked me to play as a striker." ”

"Isn't it good? You'll score more goals! Jonas asked.

"Yes, but I want to play in the heart of the midfield!" Zhuo Cunzhi couldn't help but complain, "What the hell is it that makes me a striker......"

He's been playing professional football for so many years, and he's never played as a striker at all.

At Aachen and at Barcelona, he was more often playing as a winger.

Did you choose to let him go forward when you saw his high efficiency in scoring goals?

He doesn't have much interest in the striker!

On the pitch, the striker is the closest position to scoring, but sometimes it's a weak position.

Because, the most important task of this position is to "eat bread".

In other words, if the midfielder is not strong enough and does not have the ability to "make cakes", he will play very hard as a striker.

As a striker, the only person who can break through this constraint, from creating chances to kicking the ball in one go, is Ronaldo in his prime.

To be precise, Ronaldo can't, firstly, his goals are not too consistent, and secondly, his style of play against a backline by himself has caused him to suffer a serious injury early and fall to the top.

"Forget it, I'll finish reading this first." Zhuo Cunzhi waved his hand and let Jonas out.

That person has written so much, there is no credit and hard work, Zhuo Cunzhi plans to give him a little face.

Soon Zhuo Cunzhi found that the first few pages of this big zha were all words, but in the middle, many of them were drawings, and they were all tactical position maps on the field, his running maps and various formations.

After reading it again, Zhuo Cunzhi sorted out his thoughts for a while, and then read it again.

"Am I playing as a striker?"

He didn't realize that he had substituted himself into this tactic.

This means that he is not averse to this tactic, it should be said that he is full of interest!

"The fulcrum role, feeding back the midfield, sweeping in the front, and quickly counterattacking ......" Zhuo Cunzhi kept sorting out, and couldn't help but complain, "I have too much work to do!" ”

"Wait a minute, how do you feel like a lot of it is the core of the midfield to do?" Halfway through thinking, Zhuo Cunzhi suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

"This tactic, front midfield?"

"Or is it a front?"

With Zhuo Cunzhi's ball quotient, it is easy to see that this kind of tactic has high requirements for him, and ordinary people can't do so much work.

But on the other hand, if he plays according to such a tactic and he can perform well, then he deserves to win the Ballon d'Or!

Kaka's rise to fame in Milan is the same routine.

Seeing that Hunting was overjoyed, Zhuo Cunzhi rummaged through the cabinets and finally found the business card.

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