Chapter 979: Rotterdam Night (7)
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To show his determination to say this, Le Maire kicked out the attacking players who were on the bench, Pire, Wiltord and Trezeguet, and let them warm up on the sidelines. Obviously, Le Maire figured out this way to let the players know that the time has come to play with their lives, and if anyone wants to be lazy at this juncture, then don't blame him for being unsympathetic!
"Hehe, this kid Lemaire really dares to say it, and he is not afraid of flashing his tongue." The old Maldini not far away naturally heard Le Maire's roar, the Italian coach sneered, and then made a gesture to the players, signaling them not to rush to shrink the defense and play the opponent's counterattack later!
"me, Alessandro, what do you mean by that, boss?" After seeing the gesture of the elder Maldini, the confused Materazzi asked Nesta strangely, "Obviously, it is the wisest choice to play the opponent's counterattack after taking the lead, why do you want us to press the formation and press from the midfield?" If this is not done well, won't it give the opponent a chance to hit us in vain? ”
“…… I said, Marco (Materazzi) are you stupid? Nesta, who had already understood the old Maldini's intentions, glanced at Materazzi with disdain, and found that he was indeed not pretending to be stupid, so he helplessly explained, "Even the things you can think of, the coach of the French team can't think of?" The guy named Le Maire would have guessed that we would be shrinking our formation for the rest of the game and using what we do best on the counter-attack against them who are desperate for an equaliser. Therefore, in order to avoid that, it is likely that he will take some measures, such as stepping up the attack, allowing us to focus more on defending and not be able to threaten their backline. ”
Although Henry and Dugarry on the front line were very poor in this final, and they missed many scoring opportunities, but their ability to play and respond did not disappear because of this, plus Zidane and Djokaev in the midfield have good scoring ability, and there are new forces such as Trezeguet on the bench, so it is not impossible for France to use a strong offensive to force Italy to reduce its investment in the offensive end.
"I see!" After listening to Nesta's analysis, Materazzi suddenly realized, "In this way, if we shrink the formation immediately after the restart, it is very likely that we will fall into the hands of the French, isn't it?" ”
"That's right, I think it's because of this consideration that the boss will let us not directly put on a defensive counterattack posture." Speaking of which, Nesta smiled maliciously, "The pressing defense that covers the whole court...... If the French hadn't expected us to make this move, I'm afraid they would have suffered a big loss, hehe......"
"Hey, Alessandro, you look so wicked." Looking at Nesta's expression with a wicked smile, Materazzi couldn't help but shudder, and said to himself, is it really like Vieri told himself in private, that the sunniest Nesta on the surface is actually a super pot-bellied black?
"Marko, don't talk nonsense, what's wrong with my appearance?" Nesta said with a pure smile, "I'm obviously showing due concern for our opponents, why did it taste bad in your mouth?" ”
"Uh...... Alessandro, I was wrong! Materazzi, who realized that he would definitely not have much advantage in his mouth, decisively chose to throw in the towel.
The rest of the game turned out to be as Nesta had predicted, and the French did not expect Maldini Sr. to turn to a full-court pressing defensive strategy after taking the lead, so after the restart, the French side, who had expected to advance to the 30-meter area before being intercepted by the Italian players, was dealt an unexpected blow!
"I'll it, it's not the same as saying yes!" In the face of Totti and Fiore's two-man scramble, Zidane barely managed to get out of the encirclement with his superb ball control skills, and his heart was full of feelings called depression, "Doesn't it mean that the Italians will definitely choose to defend and counterattack regardless of their face after taking the lead, why did they start stalking me in the middle circle?" ”
"Chance!" After breaking out of the encirclement formed by Totti and Fiore, Zidane, who was relieved, naturally slackened a little in his movements, but was seized by Di Biagio, who had been waiting on the sidelines. With a clean tackle, Di Biagio cut off the ball from Zidane's feet, and then immediately passed the ball to Fiore in front of him, and launched an attack on the door of the French team!
Because Zidane's loss of the ball happened very suddenly, no French player reacted for a while to intercept Fiore who was attacking with the ball. When Didier Deschamps, who was the first to come to his senses, roared and rushed towards Fiore, the Udinese midfielder had already rushed to within 30 meters of the French team's gate with the ball!
Seeing Deschamps pounce on him, Fiore, who did not intend to fight the iron-blooded midfielder who was famous in Serie A, decisively chose to pass the ball to Totti. Vieira tried to take advantage of his height and leg length to intercept the pass before the Roman prince, but his attempt was unsuccessful, and Totti, who had judged his opponent's intentions, cleverly circled Vieira and played an imaginative heel through the crotch with his back to the opposition!
The ball slipped between Vieira's legs and raced to the feet of Vieri, who was tangling with Desailly at the top of the box. The latter didn't take credit this time, first pretending to shoot with his feet to deceive Desailly, then taking advantage of the gap to burst into the penalty area, and after attracting the attention of Blanc and Barthez, he suddenly passed the ball to the other side of the box! There, his good friend Inzaghi can't wait to score his sixth goal of the tournament!
Faced with this crisis, Barthez made his last ditch. I saw the French goalkeeper kick the turf violently, and the whole person pounced towards the ball with a "whew", and successfully touched the ball flying in mid-air with the tips of his fingers!
However, although Barthez's fingertips touched the ball, the power of his fingers alone could not completely change the trajectory of the ball, so Inzaghi, who was ambushed at the back post, only adjusted his posture slightly, and met the flying ball with a volley!
In this way, less than three minutes after Vieri's goal, Italy took advantage of a quick counterattack after a half-time break to break the door of Barthez again, and rewrite the score to 2-0!