Chapter 538: Fierce Strangulation (Daily Transition)

The referee blew the whistle.

The competition has officially begun.

The cries of the St. Petersburg stadium are boiling again.

Croatia possession.

Mandzukic kicks off and passes back to Rakitic.

The formations of both sides quickly spread out on the green field.

The center pulls the side.

Perisic in the middle.

Luka Modric leans towards the right half.

The ultimate form of the right half?

Rakitic didn't get up to look for the Atletico full-back, but instead made a diagonal pass to the ground, penetrating Morata and David Silva to form a net.

"The Barcelona midfielder passed the ball to the Real Madrid midfielder."

"Pretty."

"Stop the ball."

"Outside the instep flick!"

'Luka Modric got rid of Andres Iniesta, who was on the go-up.

"High-speed advance on the right side!"

"As we all know, Luka Modric has played in the left half of the club in the last two seasons, and he has made sacrifices for the team as a whole.

"The right foot in the right half of the national team is his real ultimate form."

'Look, Busquets seems hesitant to press or back off'

Croatia's midfield commander raced across the pitch.

Blonde hair fluttering.

The audience inadvertently discovered that this hexagonal midfielder, known as "Cruyff II", was so unique in every touch, step and posture during the run.

Busquets didn't hesitate for long.

Even though Modric, who has not played against the "right-half version" in La Liga, the Barcelona midfielder is still full of confidence.

Adjust defensive picks quickly.

The brain is racing.

'Luka Modric's attacking direction in the right half will be many, many, many, right-footed, but his outside instep'

He's going to pass the ball. ’

'His habits, in the battle part, will surely spread the word of security all over the world. ’

"The next step is to make it simple."

Accompanied by deafening cheers.

Spanish half.

Luka Modric meets Sergio Busquets.

In a trance.

St. Petersburg seems to have become Camp Nou, the Bernabeu.

A moment of closeness.

Busquets found himself unable to press or tackle.

It didn't even squeeze Modric's passing space.

Modric flicked his blonde hair.

The outside of the right foot pulls the ball out of the center of gravity of the body.

Defy common sense.

Contrary to the laws of football.

In this historical period, the man who has the best control of close space.

"Speed down, move sideways, and all at once you will open up the distance."

"Mastery."

"Huh?"

"How did this ball get out?"

Syllable!

The right foot in the right half is the ultimate magic flute form.

Before Azpilicueta helped defend.

Sent a subtle in-rotation long pass.

Misplaced bombing!

Highly concealed offensive transfer!

Busquets was annoyed and wanted to put his head in his hands, but he was wrong, he guessed wrong.

The national team's version of Luka Modric is simply a midfielder with a completely different attacking style from the club.

The camera moves at high speed with the trajectory of the football.

Left!

Carvajal that Mandzukic held back to the death.

Carvajal is a rare talent of wing-back.

When he was a fledgling player for Bayer Leverkusen, he was able to resist the "Robery" combination head-on, stunning Europe, beating Lahm and Alaba to win the best fullback in the Bundesliga.

It's simply a full-back version of Li Kang.

Even if it is the extreme explosive point of Neymar and Hazard's combat effectiveness, it is difficult to take advantage of him.

Pity.

Mandzukic is Carvajal's natural enemy.

Suppress.

Strong body suppression.

Drop point.

Mandzukic leaned on his back against Carvajal.

Completely unreasonable hand-to-hand combat.

"Beautiful!"

"Mandzukic unloads."

Rakitic plugged in.

"The Plaid Legion's offensive chain, simple and gorgeous."

"Dislocation bombing-ferrying-forward insertion-hitting the wall"

Rakitic of the national team and Rakitic of Barcelona are also two people.

It is no longer a diligent sapper form.

It's Schalke 04, the Seville period, that imaginative genius boy!

Obviously talented, why go to dig dung?

Kikiki Connection.

Continuous wall fitting.

Croatia tore apart Spain's defense.

Many years later, the stereotype of the veteran plaid legion may be: swing bus.

However, Croatia after the 2018 semi-finals are synonymous with attack and flamboyance.

No matter how strong the opponent is, he will attack.

Sidelines.

Mignano was dumbfounded.

Bosque couldn't help but get to his feet.

Dalic's expression was calm, and his hands hidden in his trouser pockets were shaking.

"Perisic!"

"Knock on the door!"

"What is he doing?"

"Oh, even Romelu Lukaku, Raheem Sterling, Benteke can play this goal."

Instead of flying towards the goal, the ball rolled limply at Ramos' feet.

The latter did not break the siege with a big foot.

Instead, he wanted to pass it on to Li Kang, who retreated.

The distance is close.

Spain's transition from defense to offense began at this moment.

Pique turned his head to look and frantically poked his finger for Ramos to pass to the wing.

Modric is really everywhere.

He seemed to have guessed that Ramos would pass the ball to Li Kang.

No one knows how the Croatian midfielder approached Li Kang in just a moment.

Step on the ground and change direction.

Trying to jam Li Kang's receiving position.

Li Kang kicked the turf, squeezed Modric away, raised his right foot high, and easily unloaded the ball.

There were no violent physical fouls.

The two of them seemed to 'bounce' each other in a local space.

"Are you dancing?"

"Don't fight anymore!"

"Li Kang ran out of a small arc, opened up space, turned around, and crossed with the outside of his right foot."

"It was blocked by Modric's thigh."

"This block is very important, so that our backcourt has enough time to complete the position!"

"Li Kang still controlled the ball, this is the advantage of controlling the radius!"

"V-pull ball!"

"Turn around again and pass it to Busquets!"

"It's so elegant!"

"Hey, Brozovic on top made a successful steal!"

Busquets was really a bit distracted.

The pace of strangulation is too fast.

The last second was an outside instep dial pass to David Silva.

The next second V-shaped pull ball to find yourself?

short circuit, he didn't expect Li Kang to be able to find a reasonable line so calmly under the close interference of Modric.

So much so that at the moment of receiving the ball, he was hit hard by Brozovic.

Instinctively "painfully" fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the referee - Clattenburg, who is known as the "four blinds of the Premier League", has a pair of sharp eyes on the World Cup stage and implements the concept of fair and just punishment!

"Brozovic didn't foul."

"Modric reacted quickly and distanced himself from Li Kang."

"Catch the ball."

"Flick the outside of your left foot again, turn around and advance with the ball!"

"Li Kang is accurately stuck in position, and he steals head-on!"

"Modric has a step."

"Oops! The action is too fast to see."

"Neither of them was able to fully control the football."

"Li Kang took advantage of this head-to-head dialogue and passed it to Iniesta"

"Wow! Rakitic stopped the ball before Andres Iniesta. ”

"It's Croatia's attack again!"

Modric moved laterally, opened up space and raised his hand to Rakitic for the ball.

Tragic local strangulation, without stagnation.

The forward line pulls the backline.

Midfielder plays midfield.

The audience was stunned.

This fierce and gentle confrontation at the World Cup. It's too rare.

There is no such foul that interrupts the game.

It's all about technology and the big picture.

Of course, all this is based on the premise that the fitness of both sides has not declined.

Everything happened too fast.

Bosque's beard shook with anger, why did Busquets get up now.

Rakitic's diagonal pass easily slid past the side of BarΓ§a's midfielder and into the feet of Luka Modric.

"Luka Modric dribbled to the right diagonal of the Spanish penalty area!"

'Cesar Azpilicueta is experienced and adducted early.

"Modric, raise your arms and swing your body, it's time to hit the door!"

"It's a feint!"

'The Chelsea defender has been deceived. You can't get back your center of gravity under the blocking posture! ”

"Modric!"

"Cross the middle lane!"

"Wow!"

"Li Kang's god-level prediction! Successful interception! ”

"Rakitic's counter-robbery!"

"I can't grab it!"

"The signature ultra-long straight stopper, Spain's counterattack is coming!"

β€œ.”

"Andres Iniesta was tackled by Brozovic on top"

"It can be seen that after receiving the ball, he wants to do a move to get rid of it, but after all, he is still old, and his cadence is slow, and he can't bear this level of confrontation."

Live room.

Barrage flies.

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[Li Kang created several opportunities to switch attacks in a very difficult static environment, but his teammates who received the ball always had problems. 】

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[Brozovic and Rakitic are not rookies, it is absolutely no problem to suppress the "old" Iniesta with their bodies! ] 】

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[The World Cup version of Modric is really bullish, super form. 】

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[Croatia strangled a few more times, Spain wanted to peel off the skin, it was too messy just now, and almost the positions of the midfielders on both sides were rotated indiscriminately. 】

In the stands on all sides, the cheers gradually subsided.

All the audience was satisfied.

Reminiscent of the fierce strangulation just now.

Croatia slowed down the attacking tempo at the back.

Modric bent down, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for air.

This position was held for only a few seconds, and he began to run again on the green field.

Li Kang adjusted the shin guards, and then went from a walking state to a crazy running form.

The spotlight in St. Petersburg seems to shine on only two people.

(End of chapter)