Chapter 0507: Physical Collapse
After the break, it was Albacete's side who made the first substitution.
At the beginning of the game, head coach Gonzalez put on a 532 formation, which was quite defensive.
And in this formation, there are a lot of guys with full physical strength, and they were the ones in the first half, who dragged down Barcelona's physical strength by running at any cost.
Although the score on the field is now 1:0, it is Albacete who takes the initiative.
After replacing a defender and replacing an attacking midfielder, everyone knows Gonzalez's thoughts -
Step up the offense!
After five minutes, Rijkaard was less afraid to watch the game on the field.
As he expected, Barcelona are being pressed by their opponents!
Ronaldo was plagued by fouls and fell to the ground frequently, Deco's steals could not match half of the number of goals he conceded, Iniesta and Xavi were useless, Eto'o could not be helped in the front court, and only Zhuo Cunzhi was full of energy and superior combat power.
As for the others, they have all been forcibly dragged to the same level by their opponents!
In this regard, Zhuo Cunzhi has no way to solve it.
It's been three months since the start of the injury wave.
In these three months, the Barcelona players have not been able to rest well!
And Barcelona's opponent is either a strong team in La Liga or a strong team in the Champions League, which is not easy!
Even with Barcelona's strength, it seems to be powerless at this time.
Zhuo Cunzhi received the ball again and knew what he should do.
I saw him go straight to the right with the ball, and Civiero came up to defend it, carefully observing Zhuo Cunzhi's movements.
Zhuo Cunzhi's left leg shook and made a move to cut inward, Civiero hesitated, and when he found that Zhuo Cunzhi's movement had a downward trend, he pressed it and did not move.
He is very observant and does not take his feet lightly.
Recalling the analysis of the characteristics of this player in his mind, Zhuo Cunzhi made a fake move this time, but Civiero still didn't follow.
The next moment, Zhuo Cunzhi took a fierce step, and the practice led people to leave Civiero behind.
Civiero hurriedly turned around to chase after him, but how could he catch up with Zhuo Cunzhi?
Watching Zhuo Cunzhi's figure get farther and farther away, Civiero finally realized-
The man in front of him, even if he relies solely on speed, can eat him hard!
His caution against opponents of the same level is a very correct reaction, but when used against this man, he will only lose the opportunity to foul!
Civiero regretted it too late, and Zhuo Cunzhi had already brought the ball to the front of the baseline.
At this moment, in a position of three meters around him, there is not a single opponent player.
In other words, he has a lot of time and space to make a proper cross.
Even, Zhuo Cunzhi still has the energy to observe Eto'o's position again, considering Eto'o's lack of physical strength, Zhuo Cunzhi deliberately cut the advance of the ball a little.
Eto'o sped up to grab the point, but no matter what, he couldn't shake off the two dog skin plasters beside him.
Pena, Munster, Albacete's two centre-backs.
When there is no problem with physical strength, such an opponent will not be taken seriously by him Eto'o at all.
But now, the tiger is being bullied by dogs, and Eto'o can't even get rid of them!
Samuel Eto'o managed to get to the landing spot, but the two defenders next to him also followed him.
With two players in the middle, will Samuel Eto'o be able to grab the ball and put it in the net?
This opportunity is a great test of the player's shooting skills.
Samuel Eto'o's marksmanship is not bad, at least at the top of the charts in Europe.
But it's just not bad, his shooting skills have never reached the point where he is regarded as a benchmark.
With a severe lack of stamina, Samuel Eto'o found his outstretched foot to touch the ball between two opponents.
Unfortunately, Munster next to him also bumped into him and knocked him to the ground.
As soon as the body was tilted, there was naturally a problem with the direction of the foot's movement, and the kick was weak and weak, and it was easily held in the arms of goalkeeper Ronald.
Eto'o made no secret of his disappointment, and the loss on his face was clearly visible when he gave Zhuo Cunzhi a thumbs up.
Zhuo Cunzhi waved his hand, gestured to Eto'o, and began to think.
He knew about his teammates' physical problems, but he didn't expect them to be so big.
The main thing is that he has always regarded himself as a reference target, and the last game has been a double game in a week, which is really tiring, but he can stand up.
Even, even now, he has the energy to study some game footage, but he doesn't want to be as free as before.
How could such Zhuo Cunzhi think that his teammates are not having problems with their physical strength, but facing a physical collapse!
Not even a black player like Samuel Eto'o could stand, let alone anyone else?
"It's a big problem." Zhuo Cunzhi muttered softly.
Before he could get along with him, Albacete's counterattack had already come.
In the 57th minute, Mikel received a long pass near the penalty area and carried Puyol into the corner.
Valdés was more reliable at a critical time, predicting the position in advance and steadily blocking the ball.
In the 63rd minute, strikers Pacheco and Mikel collided with the wall in two pairs, shaking Max to a stumbling ground and almost falling to the ground!
Pacheco comfortably dribbled into the box and formed a one-on-one ball, Valdés looked so weak alone!
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Pacheco made a mistake with the ball at his feet and accidentally made the ball bigger, Valdés saw the opportunity and directly attacked to hold the ball in his arms, and Pacheco also fell to the ground.
"Foul!" "Red card!" "Punish him!"
Albacete's fans shouted wildly.
They have recognised the importance of Valdés and have seen the hope of the team winning!
However, the referee did not say anything.
Albacete's players protested, they could all see that Valdés' movements were towards the ball, but the apparent protest still had to be done, after all, there would be no surprises.
In the 72nd minute, Puyol was fouled and Albacete got a free kick.
Valdés looked at the dense crowd in the penalty area, and he didn't know who to star.
On the other hand, Albacete's players were clear-sighted, and the ball found Gonzalez with precision, who was dry and Valdés could only watch stiffly as the ball went into the net.
“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!!!”
"1:1, Albacete equalized!"
"Gonzalez, 1.76m, scored a header!"
"The goalkeepers of Barcelona can't do anything about it!"
Albacete's narrator roared excitedly.
Although it was very out of place, Rijkaard looked at the jerseys of the celebratory players, recalled the name of the opposing manager, and couldn't help but look at his assistant coach.
Are there a lot of people called Gonzalez in Spain? Please pay attention to the latest chapters in the future