[Football] I'm just a defender

Chapter 117 hapter 117

Forlan's steal caught Spain off guard, and Svensson, the Swedish team, did not hesitate to take the ball after receiving the ball.He knew that this was the hard-won opportunity they had been waiting for for a long time, and the Spaniard would definitely be on guard next time.Facing Pique's defense, he slammed forward and knocked directly to his teammate Karlstrom behind him. After Karlstrom got the ball, he made a lob pass with his right foot, and the ball went parabolic and directly into the penalty area. .This is a beautiful high-altitude through ball, and it is Zlatan Ibrahimovic who is about to reach the football landing point.

No one knew what Ibrahimovic was thinking at that moment. Everyone knew that this was one of the few chances that had been fought for, and only by grasping it could there be a chance to come back.There are no defensive players around him, he can carefully adjust his position, and shoot one-on-one with the goalkeeper even if Casillas is in front of him, there are many ways for Ibrahimovic to score goals.

And he did prove that he had multiple choices, because he chose the most difficult one.Ibrahimovic, who stopped the ball with his legs, did not shoot directly as everyone expected. Facing Ibrahimovic's defense on the right side of the near corner of the goal, Ibrahimovic completed a 180-degree rotation with the football on the supporting leg as the axis. The ball stopped firmly in his control, and he bypassed Casey's defensive area, and he was able to easily complete a far corner push this time.

"Zlatan Ibrahimovic! A wonderful shot that was beyond everyone's expectations! Facing Spain's seemingly strong and confident attack, the two offensive and defensive generals of the Swedish team spoke out one after another. Admit defeat, it is not so easy for Spain to snatch the fruits of this victory from them."

After scoring the goal, Ibrahimovic greeted the rushing teammates, hugged the football from the goal behind Casillas and ran towards the midfield.He raised his hand desperately towards the Swedish fan area while running, signaling that they are boiling, don't worry, this team hasn't given up yet.The fans roared in response to the captain's call. Although they may not have hoped to win before the game, Spain's style of play is really annoying.Now that they could still live standing up, who the hell would want to die on their knees?

The game restarted, and Bosque replaced midfielder Silva with Pedro on the sidelines, planning to play 3-4-3, and this change also led to Spain, which was originally attacking heavily in the midfield. The front line is not converged in order to prevent the situation where the backcourt is empty and the goal is broken again.But as Ibrahimovic opened fire, Forlan, who always seemed to be passive in the first five or 10 minutes and let Spain play, also changed his tactics.Since the match against the Dutch team, it seems that he has been sluggish on this rotten field. Forlan has rarely made some dangerous defensive moves in the past few games. Many people are wondering if he can't play in the South African stadium. It was easy to control in the past, but now I know it is not the case.Maybe people just think it's too ugly to hang a bunch of small paths on the legs.

When Villa was put to the ground like Torres, the referee ran over to confirm that Villa was not injured, and issued a warning to Forlan.The Spanish fans booed wildly in the stands, including Real Madrid fans. However, when Forlan was at home, they could happily watch him get stuck in the bottom line of the referee and wandering on the edge of the rules every time, but when he became Opponents only realized the disgusting aspect of this style of play.

They believe more than anyone that Fran will not injure their opponents, but it is one thing to believe. Being disrupted, disrupted, and robbed of the ball, time and time again, no one can bear it!

Not every time the ball was destroyed by him fell into the control of the Swedish player, but he didn't seem to care about this. After falling to the ground, he immediately turned up and chased the next Spaniard with the ball.He no longer intentionally controls his speed. The five or six 10-minute long run made everyone enter a period of burnout, but there was a strange one on the court.The running data of this alien has been refreshed to [-], but his energetic appearance is still exactly the same as before the opening, and even forms a sharp contrast with the lazy and leisurely himself outside the arena.

The referee whistled and finally showed Fran a yellow card. He raised his elbow to Fran, indicating that it was a foul defensive action just now.Fran didn't argue, and accepted the yellow card. He reached out to Harvey who hadn't got up yet, knowing that he was actually exhausted. Harvey raised his hand to support him, "You've already got a yellow card. Well, one more card and you're out, Sweden 10 vs 11 without you, anyone knows how that would end. Don't be scared though, you only have the last few 10 minutes of your World Cup trip anyway .”

I don't know if Harvey knew what he said to Torres, which made him spit out such a long list of trash talk.The referee hadn't gone far, and saw the two standing there, thinking that there was some dispute, and walked back to try to pull it away, but Fran even smiled consolingly at the referee, without the slightest sense of being sprayed with trash. "I'm not afraid, why am I afraid? You are the champion team, what about us? What's more, if I can't defend, there will be no next game, no next game, why should I worry about whether I will die again? A yellow card?"

"Let's come here aboveboard, don't play any tricks." Harvey was also afraid that Forlan would be too weak to stop Villa or Torres' trip to the World Cup.Fran curled his lips, and returned the words unchanged, "We're here in the open, don't play any tricks." He raised his hand and waved to Harvey, planning to leave, then turned back to challenge Harvey as if remembering something. With a smile, "or if you are not ready to cut a piece of meat, don't have the idea of ​​deliberately making cards." Harvey's face darkened.

As Fran said, a yellow card did not bring him to deliberately restrain his defense, but perhaps it was for the referee to see that his small upper body movements were indeed reduced a lot.Time gradually passed, and the score remained at 10:1 because both sides failed to seize the opportunity to score in about 1 minutes.As the 10 minutes were about to be played, the time period that should have been the final attack of both sides caught up with the unanimous fatigue of everyone. The rhythm of the game was pulled too fast, and there were too many useless runs, so that Iniesta cramp, Bosque finally realized that this is really just a game for both sides, he made a wrong choice.

Bosque hesitated and finally used up his third substitution quota. Before that, he replaced Alonso and Silva. This time Fabregas replaced Iniesta.He has replaced three of the five midfielders he started. Although he is still star-studded, his control is still greatly reduced.And it seems that the game is likely to be pulled into overtime, which is already a double competition of physical fitness and perseverance.In the second half of Spain, the running distance was greatly reduced compared with the first half. The farthest running on the field should have always been the midfielder. Except for the substitutes, the Spanish team's midfielders have generally reached [-] to [-]. Four.Such a crazy data has become the reason why Bosque can't lose, and he is even unwilling to be dragged into a penalty shootout.

The only good news is that Fran, who has run more than 7000 times in a single game, is finally not so comfortable, and he begins to breathe unsteadily.Sweat rolled down his flushed cheeks, and it could be seen that his steps were not as light as before, and he would not look exactly the same as Cesc Fabregas when he just came on the field.

The referee looked at every player on the court who seemed to be dragging his legs and barely running. He didn't have much energy himself, so he entered the next overtime after a symbolic stoppage time of 2 minutes.The fans of both sides feel sorry for the exhausted stars in their respective lineups. This game is particularly difficult in terms of scenes and various statistics.

Fran stopped at the moment the referee blew his whistle, as if he had suddenly left the space where he was concentrating, and was exhausted.Isaacsson, the Swedish national goalkeeper, gave Fran a hand on his back. At that moment, Fran was almost leaning on him. He hurried forward to refuse this kindness. He must not let go of his strength now.

When they got to the sidelines, everyone stood around Lagerbeck and listened to the tactics. Fran took a small sip of the straw while holding the sports drink, letting the water and salt flow down his throat little by little.He seemed to be listening carefully, but in fact his attention diverged uncontrollably. After standing for a minute, his legs felt as heavy as lead. There was no way to stop him.These people all knew that he was worried that if he stopped, he would not be able to move.At this moment, he seemed to be fighting with his willpower more than his physical strength.

The assistant coach finally grabbed him to measure his heart rate. The heart rate was 207, which is the peak data after extreme exercise. It did not exceed the range value after extreme exercise, but it had to be taken seriously.An accompanying team doctor began to massage his muscles, and kept asking him, "Do you have a headache? Is your hearing okay?" Fran felt his mouth was sweet, but he didn't feel anything special for a while. "Toothache..." The team doctor choked and looked up. Glancing at his serious face, "I can only endure it..." "Then what if I have a headache?" "...I have to endure it too."

"Then what are you asking me for?" The team doctor saw that he was still in good spirits, so he knew that there was no problem. He began to rub his hamstrings vigorously, and in exchange for Fran's teeth grinning, he could only divert his attention Looking at the assistant coach, "Skoman, I remember you were also a defender before you retired."

The assistant coach named 'Skoman' nodded, "But not as good as you." Fran smiled and was not reserved, "Then you should also be able to understand the difficulty of being a defender." Skoman didn't understand immediately What does he mean, but he knows that he is expressing his feelings at this time and does not need to speak more.

"You know, it's not easy being a defender. 100 defenses in a game, 99 successes, as long as you fail once, it's a failure." If you have already failed once, don’t force him easily. Because for a striker, there is no end to scoring goals, but for a defender, as long as one goal is behind, then no matter how bad it is, it will not be much worse.”

Scoman smiled, "But those damn forward midfielders just don't understand this." Fran patted Scoman on the shoulder and echoed, "Yeah, but those damn forward midfielders, Don't understand that."

The game restarted, and it was obvious that the short rest time was not enough for the [-] people except the goalkeeper to recover their strength.The most obvious change is that Spain, which is good at pass control, made pass mistakes again and again due to poor grasp of strength, which led them to abandon the initial style of play and switch to basic pass advancement.

Everyone's footsteps are slowing down. Such a crazy and unsparing style of play should not be the way to the quarter-finals of the World Cup, because the winner will inevitably face a situation of exhaustion.However, everyone knows that because of the exaggerated running data, because of Spain's excellent passing and control skills, and because of the Swedish team's defensive strategy that exceeded expectations, no matter who the final winner of this game is, it will be included in the roster.

The players are encouraging and supporting them. They try to maximize their running efficiency and use passing to reduce useless running.The one who was stunned stood on the spot and took a breath and immediately ran forward, and the one who was cramped went outside the field for a while and then returned to his position immediately. The two teams seemed to be in a worse state just by looking at Spain.At least the Swedish team's forward line, which ran lower than the whole team in the first half, became more and more courageous, while Spain's Villa and Torres finally survived the vigilance of being threatened by the opponent's defender, and fell into a physical exhaustion. .

Puyol put his hands on his knees and watched Ramos break the opponent's striker's attack out of the sideline. The moment of relaxation made him feel a churn in his stomach. He could only walk a few steps quickly with his mouth covered, but still He vomited uncontrollably before he stepped out of the touchline.

Players vomited due to loss of strength in the stadium, and the referee quickly blew his whistle to suspend the game.Spain has no substitution quota, he can only confirm that Puyol has no other problems, and signal Puyol to return to his position after resting on the sidelines first.Puyol took the water brought by his teammates on the bench to rinse his mouth, shook his half-long hair and went straight back to the field.

Looking at Ramos and Pique who can still persist, the 32-year-old Puyol suddenly felt that apart from his physical fatigue, what almost crushed him was that he had never been more aware of his love for this greenery than he is now. The field is already in the decline period of his career.

Correspondingly, his opponent, the evildoer who has broken the record for the furthest international competition in this game, is at the peak of his competitive career.The guy ran steadily, step after step, and he seemed to have no desires, no worries, no cares, no attachments but no fear.

When Puyol was faced with emotions in life, everyone had already cast their sights on the Swedish team's penalty area, where Pedro, who was still physically strong and uploaded from the bench, was holding the ball.He dunked the defender in front of him, and hit the goal with Isaacson's handle.The football was blocked by the goal crossbar and bounced back to the penalty area. Everyone ran towards the same goal without any image. In the end, Fran, who came out of nowhere, won the short-term victory.

"Now is the second half of overtime. If the players of both sides still cannot open the situation, the outcome of the penalty shootout is still unknown. Let us first look at the Swedish team's attack this time. Forlan holds the ball. He ran like crazy towards midfield!"

Yes, crazy.From the start to the running, the man under the camera left all his colleagues behind, whether it was teammates or opponents. It seemed that he had finally unloaded all the burdens, and he didn't have to be restrained by tactics.He ran frantically, past his teammates who were waiting to respond, past Fabregas who reacted and wanted to grab back, and ran straight to the frontcourt.Behind him, Villa and Torres kept pulling away from him, and Pedro didn't realize what this guy was trying to do until he didn't pass the ball in midfield.

He's known for his quick start as a striker, and he's known for being like a man with a heart and a lung.But few people know what kind of effect it will be when his excellent speed and abundant physical fitness are combined.

At this moment, it was as if the whole audience slowed down and waited for him to show off his speed and laugh at the Spaniard's clumsiness.

"No one could have expected this scene. In the 110th minute of the game, this defender with exaggerated statistics and awesome figures can run at such a speed. Ramos and Pique who went forward are still not back, but in front of him But it is not a gap, there is still Puyol standing there."

When people mention Forlan, of course you can give him a thumbs up as a defender, for his defense, defense, and defense.Other than that, I can only think of a 'spoon' penalty that can be regarded as a joke, and a total of two own goals that have scored Casillas' goal so far.

Facing Puyol's defense, the choice he made was not surprising. He kicked the ball directly to Ibrahimovic who responded.In the two-to-one situation, even Puyol can only look at the sky and sigh.

But what is surprising is that even when Forlan seemed to be planning to slow down, Ibrahimovic chose to pass the football back when he could face Casillas again.

Fran was stunned for a moment, he understood Ibrahimovic's meaning the moment he took the ball, he had mixed feelings in his heart, but he rushed directly to the Spanish penalty area.

This time his opponent is Casillas.

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——What will the future look like?

——I only want to play for Real Madrid, and I have no pursuit for the national team.

——What about the annual salary, what about the victory, what about the fans, and what about the championship?

——Those things don't really matter to me... I know it's hard to be pure white for a lifetime, so I'm willing to play football until the day I leave Real Madrid.

But belief is a very illusory thing. You can't judge its right or wrong, you can't measure its value, and you can't even prove to others whether its existence is true or false.

But it is there, when it is denied, even if you are still joking as usual, even if you tell yourself that you can even temporarily put it aside.There is also a voice inside you that says to you:

Hey, give them some color and see, don't make them look down on you so much!

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"Is this a joke? I remember a joke among all the Real Madrid players. It was because of Forlan's poor shooting that he had to become a defender who didn't like to go forward and only liked to defend. But Ibrahimovic has stopped. His footsteps tell us that he does not intend to make any supplementary shots. He believes that his vice-captain can win this one-on-one match, even if one of them is one of the best goalkeepers in football and the other is the bottom in shooting .”

Fran even had the leisure to judge Casillas' mood at the moment by looking at his face. Seeing his friends from this perspective is really a magical experience.Is he also very surprised, does he also feel that it is impossible for him to score goals, is it as if he also feels that the Swedish team will never be able to beat Spain, so Spain can choose whatever way to win?

He was getting closer and closer to Casillas, and that distance made his shooting angle under Cassie's defense smaller and smaller. Some Swedish fans covered their eyes and couldn't bear to watch the next picture.Cassie barely adjusted his mentality. He made a decision to attack, so that no matter how harsh the angle he chose, he would have the confidence to block it.Moreover, no one knows better than him that although this guy has great footwork, he just can't shoot.

But the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and the shot that Cassie was eagerly waiting for still did not come.Just when Cassie thought he was going to kick the kick directly into his arms, Fran moved, but he didn't choose to take a shot, but pulled the football to his side, and had another chance before he lost control. Just right for a kickback.He swung his right foot forward and pretended to shoot. Although Cassie thought the timing was strange, he thought that Fran had no other choice and squatted down to block it.This movement was so smooth yet so understated that even the commentator said at the first moment, "Fran's footwork is good!" instead of...

"...He, he didn't do it to shoot! He did it to pass Casillas!"

Yes, he can't shoot, and he himself is less sure of his own shot than anyone else.So, when he faced Iker Casillas and turned around with desperate eyes, he brought the football directly to the Spanish team's goal, and the first thing that greeted him was the silence of the stadium.

Fran wondered for a moment if he had fouled, was there some kind of joke?He turned around and looked at Ibrahimovic who seemed to be stunned not far away, the innocent and confused eyes made him not like a hunter who just hunted a tiger, but accidentally sent himself under the butcher knife fat sheep.

Under his gaze, Ibrahimovic grinned slowly and little by little. He jogged over and hugged Fran in his arms. Behind him was a group of national team teammates running over with their teeth and claws.

"I am so grateful to Lagerbeck for bringing you into the Swedish team," Ibrahimovic hugged very hard. He knew that what he held in his arms was not the fragile glass that needs to be worried, but the steel that has been tempered and polished. The lower Swede had a twinkle in his eyes, "My Mr. Defender, it's great to have you by my side."

"I'm very happy that I chose the Swedish team."

"What did you say?"

"I say! I'm glad I chose Sweden, my striker!"

The hysterical shouts of the Swedish fans at the stadium reached Fran's ears, and perhaps the "Goooooooooaaaaaaaallllllll!" he never thought would belong to him.

He only felt that Fran, who had been dizzy and swollen after running so fast, hugged Fran back. He didn't dislike this sweaty guy, after all, he himself was not much better, he just whispered: , "I can't run anymore, you celebrate for a while, at least let me stroll back to the backcourt."

He felt that the blow just now seemed to have drained away all the strength he had accumulated.

But the facts show that he thought too much, because after this exaggerated long-distance attack, half of the Spanish team had resigned to their fate.And the score was fixed at 2-1.

"It's too exaggerated." Sitting in the neutral zone, Mendes looked at the Swedes who were weeping with joy. He couldn't say anything else except this exclamation. He understood that these people were not only crying because of their promotion, but more to vent their anger on the national team. This game is not easy.Mendes applauded along with the neutral fans who came to see the excitement, expressing his deep respect for this team and that player.

"It's impossible for him to play like this every game. This will be his classic that is difficult to replicate." Mourinho was angry and funny, but felt that all this seemed destined.

"What do you mean?" Mendes flipped through his phone and asked his assistant to tell him the running data of Francisco Alvarez in this game, and asked jokingly by the way, "Seriously, Jose, how old do you think I am? Possibly sign this kid from Carvajal?"

Mourinho ignored his whim and simply replied 'what do you mean', which was less an explanation than an expression of his own, "That Spanish team in Del Bosque wanted to create a classic game. The Spanish game, and such a classic must have a strong defensive opponent to reflect it.-But in the end he will find that all this is actually paving the way for others to become a god."

"Then what were you thinking just now?"

"I'm thinking the fuck, how can I get that kid to practice shooting and scoring goals next season!"

The author has something to say: ..... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Even the summary of the content is, I originally prepared "no desires, no desires, no worries, no worries, no worries, no fears and fears"....

As a result, Mr. Qianfeng broke my artistic heart in minutes, and my sense of existence rose rapidly.

Fortunately, the World Cup is coming to an end, so I have to say goodbye to Mr. Forward temporarily!Otherwise, I can no longer strengthen my determination to have no CP!

To be honest... I think I am very kind to Fran, especially my own mother, are you right!