Why do you want to bring Pepe off, I feel like I can hold on, he has no problem with his fitness." Pintus looked at Mourinho and said; "I promise, I'm his strength and conditioning coach!"

Mourinho turned his head to look at Pintus.

"It's not a fitness problem, it's a yellow card!"

Pintus; "Then you can talk to him about it."

Mourinho was silent for a long time this time.

Faria on the side also looked like he had a headache.

"When I used to coach Inter Milan, there was a player named Balotelli!"

Mourinho said slowly, his cheeks twitching visibly, as if to tell Pintus what an unbearable memory it was.

"I could even write it into a 600-page book called 'My Two Years at Inter Balotelli', and it's not a drama, it's a fucking comedy!"

Mourinho sighed;

So far, Barcelona's half-time pass cannot be said to be stable, but there is definitely not too much pressure.

Faria turned his gaze to the pitch.

Mourinho's cheeks twitched frantically, suppressing the anger in his heart:

"Since this incident, I don't believe in any exchange of advice, the hidden players who eat cards will be replaced by me, I don't fantasize anymore, I can convince the other party!"

Pintus was a little fascinated by this, and wondered; "And then?"

Interference in the front, disruption in the midfield, pressing in the back.

It's just that on the basis of this set of tactics, Real Madrid put on the illusion of a high-level pressing to confuse them.

It's not a high press!

This.

Pep Guardiola slammed his head.

"I spent 14 minutes at half-time and just said to Balotelli, 'Mario, I can't replace you, I don't have a striker on the bench. Don't touch anyone, just concentrate on playing!"

Faria asked.

Watching Pintus leave, Faria sighed, "Balotelli, this is the guy I don't want to remember!"

Press in the low post, recycle defensively.

"I remember the Kazan game, where my strikers were injured and Balotelli received a yellow card in the 42nd minute!"

But Real Madrid's high-level pressing, Guardiola and Barcelona have both learned, should not be so unbearable.

The competition is still very fierce.

This defensive pattern is mostly seen against teams that are higher than their own strength, or who have an advantage and are ready to stabilize the situation.

Pep Guardiola was stunned.

Only when the ball is advanced to the centre circle will it be driven forward by Real Madrid

Drive?

That's right, it's to drive away!

Speaking of which, Mourinho said no more.

Therefore, Guardiola has not thought about this at all.

"You say, can Guardiola react?"

It's another set of tactics in the coat of high pressing.

Jose Mourinho; "Yes! So, time is precious to us!"

Suker and Benzema were still rushing and pressing in the frontcourt, and once the ball entered Real Madrid's half, Barcelona would fall into more intense pressing and even lose possession.

Even though it's an opponent, it's Real Madrid!

This allowed Barcelona, who could have controlled the ball safely in the midfield, to move forward independently, directly put themselves in the middle of the second and third defensive lines, and then was strangled by the opponent!

"We lost the ball? You don't care!"

"I said to him in the most sincere tone, please, Mario!"

It is usually presented in a 4-4-2 formation, forming a forward line, a midfielder and a backline, with three defensive chains.

The way Real Madrid play is very weird.

"The referee blew the penalty wrong? Don't argue!"

The reason why it is called high pressing, is because it can form a fierce pressing in the front court, and then use the opportunity of steals and interceptions to directly launch a counterattack.

On the other side, Guardiola frowned, and he looked at the game on the pitch, and the more he looked, the more wrong it became.

Mourinho couldn't help but sigh.

Pintus opened his mouth, he turned his head to look at Pepe, who was shouting 'him' at the top of his throat, and after a moment, suddenly sighed; "Perhaps. You're right!"

Low pressing!! ——

Although there are also cases where the opponent is pushed into the midfield and stalked.

"Someone trying to provoke you? Ignore it!"

He thinks his greatest achievement is not to win the treble at Inter Milan, but to make Balotelli, a fool, do some idiotic things.

Mourinho didn't speak, and Faria on the side covered his forehead: "Then? This bastard got a red card just one minute into the game!"

Can they pull the bottom?

But it turns out that Mourinho doesn't care about face, all he wants is victory.

Cunning Portuguese!

Pep Guardiola gritted his teeth and he needed to be quick to tell his players what he had found and make adjustments at the same time.

But at this moment, the situation changed abruptly.

While dribbling, Iniesta was strangled by Kaka, Alonso and Khedira.

Alonso steals possession and passes it to Kaka.

Kaka turns with the ball.

At this time, Barcelona's overall formation was pressed on the midfield line, and the position was too forward.

"Back to the Defense!!! ——」

Guardiola yelled in rage.

But Kaka has already made a long pass.

At the same time, Suker, who was stuck in the backline, started violently.

Mourinho clenched his fists hard.

"This is the moment!"

He put Suk at the forefront, waiting for this moment to come.

Put the sharpest spear against your opponent's throat and kill them with one blow!

"Real Madrid Strikes Back !!"

Gonzalez yelled; "Sooke! I rushed up!! ——」

Sukh remembers learning to start with the track and field team next door when he was in Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina.

The toes touch the ground, use the steel pegs to grab the ground, and bounce violently.

Lean forward slightly, lower your head, and swing your hands vigorously forward for maximum thrust.

In the acceleration stage, it is mainly accelerated in small broken steps.

The moment I looked up, I thought silently in my heart.

"To Lao Tzu" Su Kemeng

The ground looked up, the wind blew the hair and flew back, and the jersey hunted and shook on the body.

The muscles of his strong right leg bulged wildly, like pieces of iron.

Puyol turned his head in a panic, as if the whole world had slowed down, and his movements seemed to have slowed down.

He saw that Suker was already facing the attacker and was starting to move his legs.

Can't catch up!

Puyol was quick to judge.

Then drag it back!

Puyol held out his hand, but it was too slow to keep up with Suke's activation.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Swish!!!

Puyol caught.

There was a bang in my ears.

"Get !!!! out ——」

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suke's legs overlapped quickly, his body kept straight, and his hands waved rapidly.

He held his breath like an F1 car with oil on the floor. Crazy Dash!

Shake off Puyol!

Break through the halftime line!

All the way to gallop.

The cheers in my ears seemed to be gradually dissipating, and some were just the sound of violent wind.

Suke looked up at the ball

。

It's Kaka!

It's just right!

At this time, Barcelona goalkeeper Valdés, he was stuck at the penalty spot, neither in nor in or out.

He could only pray that Suker made a mistake in stopping the ball.

But Suker met the falling ball and gently unloaded it, and the ball just stopped in front of him.

"It's over!"

Valdés panicked.

He ignored it and threw himself forward.

And Su Ke faced the other party, and lightly picked it at his feet.

The ball went past Valdés and into the middle of the net.

Suker, on the other hand, had already turned back to the front of the stands, and he put his index finger to his lips.

Shut up! Bastards!

The entire Camp Nou stadium was silent, and the Barcelona fans who had been clamoring before were stunned one by one.

Lost the ball!

Lost the ball again!

And so it is again!

「Goooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal！！！」

Gonzalez's signature Spanish diaphragm burst.

He got up from his chair excitedly and shouted, "Score! Goal! Suke!!"

"After 54 minutes of the game, just nine minutes into the second half, Suker got the goal!"

"Oh! Oh, my God! His speed is simply too fast! Just one start threw Puyol behind him, and Puyol didn't even have time to grab Suke and fell in embarrassment!"

"Real Madrid got the goal with a brilliant counter-attack! In 54 minutes, Real Madrid finally took the lead!"

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

At the Camp Nou, a small number of Real Madrid fans were celebrating fiercely.

They were pleasantly surprised by the goal.

I thought the situation would be stalemate for a while, but I didn't expect the goal to come so suddenly.

On the sidelines, Mourinho clenched his fists hard; "It worked!"

This time, the kick caught Barcelona off guard.

High pressing is a façade that forces you forward, forces you to pass forward, and when they enter their half to complete the strangulation, Real Madrid can score the goal.

With Pep Guardiola's tactical nose, this tactic may have been detected by him.

It's just that they managed to score on the third time!

Surrender the ball!

Gave up the so-called face!

Kick the low post and press, defend intensively!

But victory will overshadow some.

When they took the three points away from Camp Nou, all they remembered was that Real Madrid had won, and no one had been concerned about how they had won.

On the other side, Guardiola gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck bulged, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Damn the Portuguese!

He was tricked again!

At that time, he felt that Suker and Benzema were running too hard, and it was not very efficient.

This shouldn't be the effect of a high press.

And so it was, but he was still one step slower.

If it is faster, make substitution adjustments immediately, and then remind it that the ball will not be lost.

Guardiola turned his head, and he saw that the corners of Mourinho's mouth were slightly upturned, with a hint of smugness.

"Damn the Portuguese!"

Pep Guardiola is about to blow up.

Obviously, he had the advantage in his hands, but he was stumbled by Mourinho.

Now there is no advantage and a goal has been scored.

Yes!

He should have reacted a long time ago!

When Suker is in front, Real Madrid can only play defensive counter-attacks, and the most suitable for defensive counterattacks is low pressing.

What's more

Besides, Mourinho's temperament is like this.

Regardless of any so-called face, there is only the absolute utilitarianism of victory!

"Real Madrid scored a goal and took the lead, and Barcelona were forced to make adjustments, but now they are a little slow to adjust!"

Barcelona make a substitution.

Villa went off and Bojan came on.

Pedro goes off and Keita comes on.

At the same time, Mourinho also made a substitution.

Di Maria came off and Arbeloa came on.

"This really is."

Gonzalez shook his head and sighed: "In this confrontation of managers, Mourini can be regarded as winning!"

In the first half, Real Madrid was clearly in a passive situation based on Pepe's yellow card.

Even in order to reduce the risk, Mourinho had to replace Pepe at half-time and bring on Carvalho.

At this point, it is still Barcelona's advantage.

The problem was that Barcelona were led away by Real Madrid's rhythm and provocative confrontations, seeking more confrontation than goals, resulting in missing out on their best chance to score.

And in the second half, Mourinho gave Pep Guardiola again.

Although Pep Guardiola woke up early, Real Madrid were a little quicker.

54 min, Sooke

It helped Real Madrid to score goals.

Now, Barcelona are forced to make substitutions, and two in a row.

The mismatch for Real Madrid disappeared, not only scoring but also erasing the substitutions.

The most important thing is that Real Madrid got the situation they wanted most.

Away lead!

At the same time, their lineup has completed the defensive positioning.

All the objectives have been achieved, and it is fair to say that the situation has entered the situation that Mourinho and Real Madrid are most familiar with, and then they only need to build a dense defense around this goal.

After scoring the goal, they all retreated to defend themselves, including Suker.

Now, they don't need anything to hide because they've already scored.

The forward, midfield and back line, the three lines of defense were constructed, and at the same time fierce pressing in the half, constantly disrupting Barcelona's defense.

Of course, this requires a very high level of positioning and integrity.

At the same time, it is necessary to ensure that the goalkeeper is vigilant enough.

But in these aspects, Real Madrid has done a good job!

"Resist him!"

Suke lunged at Iniesta.

Seeing Suker rushing over, Iniesta had no choice but to split the ball, and just then, Srna suddenly stepped forward and passed the ball to Kaka with a sliding tackle.

"Fight back!"

Suke turned his head and yelled.

Kaka quickly dribbled forward, constantly turning his head to look at the situation in the middle.

There was a lot of people around Suker, and there was no chance of passing the ball at all.

In front of Benzema is Puyol.

A better passing option though, would be.

Kaka makes a quick stop, then inverts a triangle pass.

The ball was passed to the edge of the penalty area, and from there, Alonso followed up sharply and fired a powerful shot.

"Alonso shoots!"

The ball raced towards Benzema.

"Fuck!"

Benzema squatted and the ball grazed Benzema's scalp and flew towards the goal.

There, Valdés made a quick save and the ball bounced off Valdés' chest.

"Didn't get in?"

Alonso grinned, secretly saying that it was a pity.

At that moment, the ball bounced into the six-yard box, and in that position, it was exactly where Benzema crouched down.

Benzema turned his head to look at the goal.

The ball is getting bigger and bigger in front of your eyes.

"Oh me!"

The ball went straight to Benzema's face and bounced into the net!

Benzema covered his nose, and tears from his sore nose were about to fall.

"Another one!"

"Benzema!! Wow!! What a lucky guy, the ball hit Benzema's face and flew into the goal, and in the 67th minute, Real Madrid scored again and doubled the score!"

"Barcelona played in too much of a hurry and Real Madrid took advantage of that to score!"

In the stadium, the Real Madrid players were surrounding Benzema.

"Well done, Karim!"

"Oh my God! You actually scored with your face! But well done!"

"Two balls! Two balls! We're going to win! Hahahaha!"

Benzema had a hint of embarrassment on his face, and he was still touching his sour nose.

Despite the goal, the way it was scored was a bit difficult to tell.

Wha!!!ha

Benzema's face fell, and he didn't need to turn his head to know who the owner of this laughter was.

"This week's TOP1 goal, definitely TOP! If I don't put you first, I won't do it!" Suke couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

Benzema's face flushed.

Others couldn't help but laugh.

It's not that I didn't score with my face, I was in a hurry, and I could score anything except my hands.

But Benzema's passive goal is hilarious.

"Karim is so lucky!"

Kaka also sighed; "That's how he's scored several goals."

Suke nodded; "In a way, it does!"

It used to be better, at most it was a leak.

But with this goal, Suker felt that he had activated Benzema's anti-heaven 'intelligence' aura.

Otherwise, the ball just hit Benzema's face and bounced in.

The Real Madrid players pulled back with a smile and were in a good mood after two goals.

For Benzema's goal, they also kept teasing.

The players thought it was lucky, but Mourinho touched his chin and thought about it.

The league has 13 rounds, including five Champions League games.

Benzema missed four goals, accounting for more than half of his total goals.

Once or twice is enough, but so many times in a row, it is definitely not a coincidence.

This only says one thing.

"Karim's nose in front of the door is so sharp!"

Assistant coach Faria said.

He's been with Jose Mourinho for so long and he's seen a wide variety of players.

Benzema has not seen this situation before.

It seems to be lucky, but in fact, it is a subconscious run, looking for a goal position.

Otherwise, this guy is so coincidental that he can always run to the rebound position, which is unreasonable.

Once or twice, four times in a row, if there is no smell in front of the door, they all have to suspect that this guy is the illegitimate son of Lady Luck.

"Let's test it out when we go back." Mourinho's eyebrows fluttered.

Coaching Real Madrid is the right thing to do.

It has only been a long time for Mourinho's enthusiasm to be fully mobilized.

It's like digging for treasure, and you can't finish digging it, one after another!

Sure enough, the people who were able to join Real Madrid were all top stars, and even some of them were able to achieve such results without being fully developed, which is even more lovely.

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