"The real battle has just begun!"

Kirbyne sipped this sentence carefully in his heart, thinking that under the bombardment of the Barcelona team, it was not easy for the team to get an offensive, and the magic stroke of the squirrel leveled the score on the field, so that the team's morale reached the peak, since they have enough morale, then the teammates can take advantage of the victory to chase and lead the score, as for Mr. Haas's opposite point of view, in this regard, it also makes the kid Kabine unable to touch the east, west, north and south.

"What do you mean?"

Kabine asked aggressively, wanting to find out.

Mr. Haas took a sip of his beer, drained the glass of wine, put it down, and then hiccuped before saying, "You want to hear the explanation of the 'illusion'?" Or do you want to hear an explanation of 'the battle has just begun'? ”

Carbine's words were tightened as if he were defending his opponent in the ring: "I want to hear it!" ”

Mr. Haas said "um", but pointed to the arena and said, "Before explaining, let's take a look at the most realistic picture in the stadium!" ”

"Oh~?" Cabine said that after following the direction pointed by Mr. Haas, he saw his teammates celebrating at the corner flag, and the idiot of the squirrel had been buried under the crowd by the other teammates, and the idiot's head was no longer visible, and the wild shouts of the fans were even more reverberating in the Carmenez stadium, and there was no one in the stands who was not crazy.

"It's realistic, isn't it?"

When Kirbine saw this scene and recalled the feeling of being crushed under the crowd by his teammates, the counting fragments in his mind were suddenly shattered by Mr. Haas's words.

"Huh~?" Although Kabine reacted, his face was still stunned.

The beer was gone, and Mr. Haas, who was supposed to be switching to a cigarette, didn't take out the cigarette case, and continued: "The picture you see your teammates celebrating now is indeed real, but. The score displayed in the score screen is an illusion! ”

"I know that, you mean it's not over yet, we shouldn't be rejoicing too soon, right?" Kabine replied immediately.

"That's right! Because the real battle has just begun! Mr. Haas continued.

There are still a maximum of 80 minutes left in stoppage time, and the fact that there were already two goals in the early fifteen minutes is enough to show that there will be all sorts of variables in the remaining time. The loss of the Granada team in the early stages of the game meant that the [full-court pressing] tactics given by coach Corboni did not play well. Even if after four minutes, the squirrel bravely savior, can't it be said that there is some element of luck in this?

Maybe Mr. Haas was right, the ball was still rolling, and there was still a chance. And there are unimaginable variables, even if Carbine can think of a dozen sets of sentences to refute Mr. Haas's argument. You can sort out all your thoughts after you have done so. Kabine had no choice but to swallow the sentences back......

Swallow and swallow, but still spit out a sentence in Carbine's mouth: "Mr. Haas, it's a good thing that you didn't join the football coaching industry, otherwise the players would have been very upset when they heard you say such disappointing words!" ”

"Oh~~? You mean? Will the morale of the players drop significantly? Mr. Haas replied.

"Yes~!" Kabine continued.

Hear the answer. Mr. Haas laughed and coughed lightly as he closed his mouth, and the old man finally pulled out his cigarette case. He smoked his cigarette again, and after taking out the first puff of smoke, he said, "That's why I'm going to be a scout and your agent!" ”

Somehow, Carbine let out a "sigh", as if disturbed by Mr. Haas's disheartening words, he didn't choose to answer, twisted his head, and saw that the Barcelona players were already in position and ready to kick off again......

Obviously, the opponent equalized the score and so on, completely unable to hit a strong team like Barcelona, and the restless ground possession made the Granada players run hard in their own backfield. Just before the game, Coach Corboni also reminded that to deal with such tactics, it is necessary to have strong physical fitness, so the players of the Granada team are not qualified to say tired, even if each player runs a distance of 3,000 meters, they are not qualified to say tired.

The real battle has just begun.

Although the little flea is strong, but in the absence of Harvey and Iniesta and others, the threat of this son can be reduced to two-thirds, in this regard, Squirrel and Rovman and others understand the reason, and immediately take action, under the captain Fiske's order: "Little Flea let me guard, you just pinch the others", the Granada team moved violently.

The skill of ground ball control consumes the opponent and himself.

Although the defenders of the Granada team consumed a lot of body, the number of players in the Barcelona team who were planning the attack were not much better, except for the goalkeepers on both sides, the twenty jerseys were already wet with beads of sweat, and if it weren't for the loud noise of the fans in the stadium, then the rough panting of the players could be heard.

"Beep~~~!"

As soon as the whistle blew, Barcelona's offensive was immediately stopped.

"Oh~? Alves ran towards the baseline, and when he tried to drop the ball and cross, the ball was blocked by the Granada full-back......! The picture was accurately explained by the on-site commentator -

Barcelona's corner kick attack.

The little flea is wandering outside the penalty area, waiting to attack, Sanchez and Iniesta are disturbing in the penalty area, Busquets and Alba are in the backfield to prevent the Granada team from giving a counterattack, Pique and Puyol will certainly not let go of this opportunity to perform, they have long been stationed in the penalty area, ready to grab the momentum of the ball and attack the goal, so that the two central defenders have been in the Granada team's penalty area, if the grab fails, and the ball is taken by the squirrel and others, then this move is extremely risky.

The position given by the defending Granada team is even simpler, the forward stays in the rear to attack, the pseudo-striker with a clear height advantage retreats to help defend, and the others guard the enemy next to them, and everything seems to be very appropriate.

At the moment, just wait for Alves to send the ball out of the corner flag.

"Beep~~!" The referee signaled that the ball was ready to be kicked.

After two runs, Alves arched his feet, the ball was hoisted out, and the players piled up in the penalty area immediately moved, Fiske, who was close to Pique, was convinced that the ball landed where he was, so he grabbed ahead of Pique, jumped up, and Pique couldn't bear this loss, although it was a second slower, but the connection of his body was very fast, and he tried to suppress Fiske after jumping.

"Huh~!" The ball flew by.

The two misjudged where the ball would land, and when the two jumped to the top, the ball brushed past the tip of their hair.

"Fiske and Pique didn't have the ball, but the guy in the back still has a chance~~~~!" The on-site commentators are going crazy again.

Kabine, who was watching the game, and Coach Cobony, who was standing on the bench, seemed to be tearing their hearts apart, and the picture at this moment was very cruel, and they both felt that they were about to suffocate.

"Puyol~~! The lion shakes its head ......! Good~~! The goalkeeper of the Granada team is powerless~! The ball is in~~~! ”

Again, the on-site commentators went completely insane.

At this moment, Kirbine covered his face and fell on the cushion of the VIP seat, although Mr. Haas could not see his face, but it was not difficult to imagine the mood of this kid at this moment.

Mr. Haas coughed lightly and said, "Young man! That's the variable! And the variable, it's Puyol! (To be continued......)