Chapter 123 Two Rounds? Do Not! One Game Determines the Outcome! (Seeking Subscription)

"Fang, how did you guess that the reporter was a bastard in disguise...a guy who came here specially to inquire about news."

I rely on!

Mr. Jill Bondi Polo was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a shocked expression. He was seen through in the afternoon?

how is this possible!

"There are three points!"

Jill Bondi Polo bit the corner of his mouth. He didn't believe it. This bastard must be talking nonsense. He actually had three loopholes. How could it be possible?

"First, that guy's German is really bad." Fang Jue raised a finger.

This guy speaks German? Those who are hiding in the dark are a little confused, I haven't heard of it.

"Second, he claimed to be a German reporter. The German reporter was not in a hurry to interview Deisler, but he came directly to me. Well, I am very charming, which is understandable, but he never asked Something about Deisler, hehe~"

Listening to the mocking laughter, someone in the dark looked depressed.

"The third point is that a reporter finally got permission to interview, but actually only asked one question, tsk tsk."

This tsk-tsk almost made someone in the dark feel ashamed.

"With this IQ, I guess his son is being raised for others." Fang Jue shook his head and said with a smile.

Jill Bondi Polo was so angry that he almost jumped out to fight this bastard, even saying that he helped others raise their son.

"Amazing! Awesome!" Ceballos looked admiring, "So, you just use your plan..."

"Yes, it must be Bontevedra's people. We just passed the fake news to them, making them think that we will attack aggressively, so they think about defense first. In fact, our goal is also defense. The first leg away is not good. Losing, this is our bottom line goal, of course, it would be even better if we can sneak an away goal."

Mr. Jill Bondi Polo was stunned. He didn't expect that his identity could be seen through at a glance, and then this person set up a trap quietly and made him a chess piece without knowing it. Still human? How can it be so insidious?

Fortunately, I came here to find my own lighter, otherwise, it would be terrible.

God bless!

Mr. Jill Bondi Polo felt like he was surviving after a catastrophe. After Fang Jue left, he searched for a while, but he couldn't find his beloved lighter, so he could only leave quickly, even though he was heartbroken that his treasure was lost. Yes, but business matters.

After receiving a call from Jill Bondi Polo, the head coach of Bonte Vedra, Alex Garcia, was completely stunned. It was so risky that he was almost fooled!

This Chinese coach is really cunning!

Fortunately, I was lucky on my side and discovered the other party's conspiracy.

...

Seeing Fang Jue, who was enjoying himself playing with a lighter, Ceballos asked, "Will the people of Bontevedra be fooled?"

"It doesn't matter." Fang Jue shook his head, "We just need to play according to our established tactics."

Ceballos was almost gasped for breath, since that's the case, what are you doing.

"It's fun." Fang Jue looked serious. After seeing through the reporter's identity, he played with his heart and made such a thing casually.

Playing routines and playing tricks, the Chinese are the ancestors of foreigners in Europe and America.

Fang Jue played a trick casually.

It would be great if the Bontevedra were fooled, and he would save a lot of trouble. If he is not fooled, it doesn't matter.

Of course, these methods are small ways and cannot achieve great things. What decides the game is the tactical battle of the head coaches of the two sides, the comparison of the strength of the players of the two sides, the duel of the state of the game, and even the good or bad luck.

One thing he didn't point out was the fake reporter. Fang Jue's goal for the team was to win the away game in the first round and get as many goal difference (away goals) as possible. What is the safe way to advance?

It is to turn two rounds of competition into one competition to determine the outcome!

"Tell me, I don't know whose lighter I picked up. Do you want to hand it over to the police?" Fang Jue asked innocently.

...

On May 25, 2007, the biggest news on this day was that in the thirty-sixth round of La Liga, Real Madrid beat Deportivo 3-1 at home, and Barcelona also beat Getafe 1-0 at home. With two rounds left in the league, Capello's Real Madrid are tied with Barcelona on 72 points, relying on mutual record advantages (2 to 0 at home, 3 to 3 away), ranking first According to the analysis of the media, the league championship competition between the two giants may need to last until the last second of the final round.

And at the Bonte Vedra Park, a game that few people will pay attention to except for the fans of both sides is also going on:

In the 2006/2007 season, the promotion play-offs of the Spanish Football League B and B, the Ibiza away VS Bontevedra game has started three minutes.

Although the game was only three minutes long, Alex Garcia, Bonte Vedra's head coach, couldn't sit still.

Looking at Ibiza's wave of offensive, he still didn't know that he was fooled.

'Knowing' that Ibiza's real goal today is to get a draw, Alex Garcia made a decisive decision. His team will hold high the banner of offense at home. Since the away team is so cowardly, then they will You are welcome.

Therefore, in the starting lineup, Alex Garcia uncharacteristically formed a lineup of three, four, and three, vigorously crushing Ibiza's posture.

However, after the start of the game, Ibiza took advantage of the opportunity to kick off first and directly attacked Bonte Vedra's goal, and continued to exert pressure.

What the hell is the posture of defending a draw in the away game? Does this mean killing Bonte Vedra in one bite? !

In fact, Fang Jue also considered to be steady at the beginning of the game, and then put pressure on the opponent's goal. However, after seeing Bonte Vedra's starting lineup, he understood Alex Garcia's goal. Wishful thinking.

Later, in the coin guessing session, Ibiza’s captain Digneto lost to the opponent’s captain John Juanpe. The opponent got the right to pick a side, and Ibiza got the kick-off right. Fang Jue immediately made a decisive decision and blew a whistle. , Attracting Deisler's attention, he looked over, and then stretched out three fingers: give up plan No. 1, and adopt the opening tactic of No. 3!

For this game, Fang Jue has fully prepared and planned!

...

Ibiza was still putting pressure on Bonte Vedra's goal.

This time Ibiza's attack just ended, the goalkeeper of the home team hugged the football, and then he tried to throw the ball to launch a quick counterattack, but Bonte Vedra's counterattack was intercepted as soon as it reached the midfield, Ibiza's The offense is at it again.

Ibiza's high center forward Bedino received the ball with his back near the midfield. He did not choose to stop the ball, but directly headed back.

Then people saw Deisler running quickly and caught up with the football.

"Stop him!" Alex Garcia screamed from the sidelines.

Bonte Vedra defender Bernardo Esposito hurried up to intercept.

Deisler swayed from side to side with his upper body, flicked and pulled his right foot, and then suddenly accelerated, using the change of speed to pass the interceptor.

In the fans stands of the visiting team, Queiroz, Bermandi and others cheered loudly.

"Duck! Deisler!"

"Basty! You can do it!"

...

The right central defender of Bonte Vedra's three central defenders was defending Fareko, while the left central defender hurried over to cover Deisler, and just as he pounced over, he saw the German dexterously knocked the football down at high speed. An inward change of direction while dribbling, all he could do was watch in despair as Deisler whizzed past him and into the penalty area!

The rest was simple. Facing the attacking goalkeeper Douglas Torrez, Deisler easily swayed past the last interceptor, and then pushed for an empty goal!

The ball went in!

In the away game of the promotion play-off first leg, Ibiza took a 1-0 lead over the home team Bontevedra just five minutes into the game.

Queiroz, Bermandi and others in the stands of the visiting team became excited. They screamed, shouted and cheered desperately. Among these people, a little guy clenched his fists and jumped up and down excitedly.

"Ooooh! Well done! Give 'em another shot and they'll blow up!" the little guy's voice was high-pitched.

"Shut up! You can't say that." Belmandy slapped his son.

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