Chapter Twenty-Three: Handball? (Five more begging for subscription!) )

"What a disastrous goal!"

On the commentary bench of Sky Sports Italia, Mourinho, as a special guest, shook his head and said: "Italy has focused on limiting Suker, but judging from the current situation, they have not limited Suker at all, and even allowed Suker to form a threatening breakthrough on the side and complete the shot." ”

"This is not a simple problem, it means that Donadoni's tactics are completely bankrupt, they focus on restricting Suker, but if they fail to do so, they will not be able to reflect the tactical advantage in other aspects!"

"Italy will only get more and more chaotic in the future!"

Mourinho was adamant: "Donadoni can only pray that Croatia will not attack too aggressively, but with the previous coaching style of the Croatian coaching staff, with the advantage, Croatia will have a crazy attacking period in the next 5-10 minutes!" ”

Mourinho's guess was very accurate!

With the goal, Croatia gave up some of its defensive resources and began to invest more in attack.

Croatia don't defend and they don't have a habit of 'winning by one goal' in their tactics.

When they gained the advantage, they fought hard and made persistent efforts to completely crush their opponents.

In the middle of the field, as the game starts again.

The Croatian offensive was like a tsunami that frantically slapped the Italian defence.

"Stop Suke!"

"I'm coming!" Gattuso lunged over.

Gattuso slowed his pace slightly at a distance of 4 meters from Suke and took small strides forward.

He hoped that he could suppress Su Ke's speed, or even make Su Ke stop directly.

But Suker flicked the ball sideways and accelerated again.

There is no intention of stopping at all.

"Damn it!"

Gattuso jerked sideways, reaching out and grabbing the corner of Suke's coat.

At the moment when Suke wanted to force his way through, Gattuso jerked it.

Bang!

Su Ke directly buttocked backwards and fell to the ground.

Beep!

The whistle blew.

The referee showed Gattuso a yellow card.

Gattuso could only grit his teeth and admit it.

"Gattuso has a card, this is not a good sign, and in the future, his restrictions on Suke will be greatly reduced, and it has only been 35 minutes! With a long game to go, how will Italy respond to Croatia's attack? ”

Croatia got a set-piece chance up front,

Luka Modric took the ball to the penalty spot, a distance from which he could shoot.

But Modric wasn't too sure, he looked into the box and took a direct penalty.

"Luka Modric drops into the box, Mandzukic fights for the top, the ball slips through, Suker!!"

Klausiewicz yelled.

He saw Suker flick his head at goal.

The ball slammed into Buffon's chest, who scrambled to kick it out and finally cleared it.

"Location! Location! Watch your spot! ”

Buffon couldn't help but roar.

As Croatia's offensive intensifies, so does the pressure on him.

Faced with the danger of scoring again and again, Buffon felt that he could not bear it anymore.

The ball flew off the sideline, and the Croatian players immediately ran over to catch it, Mandzukic stopped the ball with his chest, resisted the confrontation, and then passed the ball back to prepare for regrouping.

Seeing this scene, the Italian players breathed a sigh of relief.

But seeing the Croatian players make a comeback, the pressure on them is increasing again.

On the Sky Sports Italia commentary booth, commentator Pesque watched the oppressed Italian players on the TV and thought about Mourinho's previous words.

I was really hit by this guy!

"You're right, so what are we going to do?" Pesk couldn't help but ask.

Mourinho clasped his hands and said indifferently: "If it were me, I would change the formation and adopt intensive defense, but"

"Just what?" Pesk hurriedly asked.

Mourinho looked at the big screen and frowned slightly: "Croatia's full-backs are coming up, and the real offensive is coming." ”

Pesk jerked his head.

He saw that in the stadium, Croatia's offensive became more intense.

Especially as the wingers occupied the flank area, the full-backs began to go up and down the touchline, constantly harassing the Italian defence and sending in crosses.

Suker and Mandzukic became 'rabbits', and the two kept jumping and battling for the top.

Although Italy held on to every battle.

But this offensive is to use quantity to cause qualitative change.

You can hold 10 times, 20 times, but once you make a mistake, it's a conceded goal!

Croatia's stormy attack continues.

The Italian defense was overwhelmed.

It made the hearts of Italian fans beat suddenly.

They thought Croatia would play strongly, but they didn't expect it to be so strong.

"Rakitic crossed, no one reached the ball, the ball was passed to the back point and was controlled by Croatian player Kranica, continued to hang into the penalty area, Chiellini fought for the top and destroyed, but the back was full of Croatian players, they controlled the ball again, the ball was once again distributed to the side, and it was Rakitic who crossed with his feet!"

At this point, Mandzukic jerked towards the front point.

He pulled away Chiellini, a defender with only one man next to Suker.

At this time, Rakitic also completed the pass.

Suke jumped immediately.

In the air, Suke saw the ball flying towards his chest.

Spread low!

Sooke gritted his teeth, he gritted his chest slightly, turned his shoulder, and slammed the ball with his right shoulder.

The ball hit the shoulder and flew towards the right corner of the goal.

Buffon stepped sideways and pounced.

He scrambled to make a save, rubbing his fingertips against the ball, but couldn't get it out.

Swish!

The ball goes into the net!

"Hey! Handball! Handball! ”

As soon as Suker landed, Italian defender Panucci on the side clapped his arm, pointed at Suker, and signaled him to handball.

Suke turned his head and erupted.

"Fart! Lao Tzu is scoring with his shoulder! Suker slapped his shoulder and shouted at the referee; Shoulder! I'm with my shoulder! ”

'There was disagreement between the players on both sides and the Italian thought it was a handball from Suker, but from our point of view it was a goal with a shoulder! Of course, there will be some visual differences depending on the angle. ”

Eventually, the referee crossed his hands and signaled that the goal was invalid.

Su Ke shook his head helplessly.

He knew that this unconventional way of scoring goals would cause controversy, but there was no way to do it at the time, he couldn't use his chest, he had to use his shoulders.

On the sidelines, Bilic had already begun to put pressure on the fourth official.

He slapped his shoulder over and over again, signaling that the goal should be awarded.

At the same time, he is also putting pressure on the referees.

The Croatian fans at the scene also booed.

Slow-motion playback.

"Let's look at the goal from a different angle."

Klaušivić leaned over and looked at the big screen and said: "I think it's a good ball, Suker just scored it with his shoulder, and his shoulder had a noticeable flick of the ball. ”

In slow motion, all the Croatian fans could clearly see that the ball hit Suker's shoulder along the neck.

"That's a terrible penalty!"

Seeing this, Klausiewicz couldn't help but sigh.

But there is no way.

The referee can only observe with the naked eye, and between the lightning and flint, it is no problem to see it wrong.

The assistant referee also looked confused, obviously not helping much.

Suke shook his head as he retreated.

At this time, he really wants VAR to intervene!

It's obviously a good shot!

The Italian players, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was so handball that I almost got pulled away!"

Ambrosini said with palpitations.

Panucci was silent, he knew better than anyone that it was not handball at all.

But he couldn't help it.

Italy could not be allowed to extend the score, and he could only stress again and again that it was a handball.

"The first half is almost over, right?"

Panucci asked.

Ambrosini nodded; "Five minutes to go!"

"Five minutes!" Panucci sighed.

Five minutes felt like it had never been so long.

Croatia's successive attacks have overwhelmed them, so what to do next?

And then there's the second half!

The first half was almost over, but there were still 45 minutes left in the second half.

If Croatia keep up this attacking momentum, how long can they defend themselves?

The offense can't be kicked!

The defense is not guaranteed enough.

Moreover, they are one more goal behind and everything sucks!

(End of chapter)