Chapter 117 Aging and the Youth Army

Players from both sides entered the locker room, but the commentators began to comment on this wonderful game.

The narrator of BBC England and the guests began to discuss.

"Tottenham's performance is very good. This is something we did not expect before the game. Although the score was equalized by Barcelona, ​​you must know that this is the Nou Camp! Tottenham is playing away!" England BBC commentator Mister Gavin said proudly: "They played really well!"

Meredith, a female guest, nodded and praised: "That's right! Tottenham's performance exceeded our expectations. When we were only expecting black bread, they brought us a big meal! Especially Yi... oh! I don't know how to praise him, judging from his performance in the first half, he unilaterally suppressed Barcelona's midfield."

"The combination of Iniesta and Busquets failed to suppress Yi alone, he is a monster!"

Another guest, Richard, put forward a different opinion, saying: "Tottenham's performance in the first half is obvious to all, but the second half is the key. After Messi's shot, Barcelona has completely woken up. Their The home court advantage will be infinitely magnified, and Tottenham need to be careful."

Meredith shook her head and said, "No! Not necessarily, Tottenham are not as weak as they look, they are a tough team, and Tottenham have an absolute advantage!"

"Young!! Their average age is only 22 years old, do you know what this concept is? This means that their physical reserves are 2-3 times that of Barcelona, ​​and in the first half, they frequently used wide-range running tactics , to further consume the physical fitness of Barcelona players, such as Iniesta, he has gone forward a lot less at the end of the first half, which means that Tottenham's tactics have played an effect."

Richard shrugged and said, "Hey! Jenny, you are too partial to Tottenham."

"That's because Tottenham are our team!"

"We are commentators, we want to be fair and fair!"

Meredith sneered; "Sorry, I can't do it! Now I hope Tottenham will beat Barcelona!"

Seeing that the two guests were about to fight, the commentator Mist Gavin quickly changed the subject.

 …

In Barcelona's locker room, coach Enrique asked everyone to sit down and recover quickly.

Iniesta was panting badly. Although he was not exhausted yet, he was already feeling very tired. Every time he took a breath, his lungs felt as uncomfortable as fire.

"Andres, can you hold on?"

Coach Enrique walked over and asked.

Iniesta grinned and said, "Sir, I think you are going to prepare a substitute. I may not last until the second half."

Hearing this, head coach Enrique was secretly helpless.

Now that Barcelona has left Iniesta, Iniesta needs to sit in the midfield before they introduce better midfielders.

Xavi's departure has already cost Barcelona's midfielder half his life.

If there is a problem with Iniesta, it will really be wiped out.

In this game, if Barcelona did not have Iniesta, let alone compete with Yi Le in the midfield, but relying on Busquets, they are likely to be blown up directly.

Although Messi is strong, he can't do it every time.

Busquets has a good overall view, but his style of play is too soft, especially when facing a Premier League team like Tottenham, the frequent physical confrontation is completely suppressed in style.

Although Busquets has good acting skills, he can't always 'diving', right?

At that time, let alone Tottenham, their own people will not be able to see it.

Therefore, Iniesta must be on the field.

Head coach Enrique suddenly sighed, Barcelona has not been able to find an excellent midfielder, and the best midfielder was sold by them.

Now that the kid ran back, they realized what kind of genius he was!

Barcelona, ​​which is sitting on Messi, is so passive, this is simply shooting itself in the foot.

 …

Barcelona's dressing room looks bleak,

On the other hand, Tottenham's side is full of joy.

"Yi, in the second half, you can consider a breakthrough on the left. I can feel that many of them can't keep up with me physically."

Sun Xingmin said excitedly.

Nowadays, in terms of physical fitness, Tottenham is second, and no one dares to be first.

They are the best running team.

Among them, Sun Xingmin and Yi Le are even more outstanding, and their physical reserves are among the best in Tottenham.

Harry Kane also nodded and said: "We can try the left. Sun should play better in the second half, and I feel that Utime is starting to struggle when defending me."

Utimu got a yellow card on his back, and he didn't dare to make too many moves.

This made it easier for Harry Kane to attack.

Yi Le nodded, then turned to Dele Ali and asked, "Ali, what about you?"

Dele Ali said depressedly: "Don't pass the ball to me, I am not qualified to let you pass the ball to me."

Hearing this, Yi Le and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, what's the matter?

At this time, Kanter came over and whispered next to Yi Le: "He was intercepted by Pique six times, and he began to doubt himself."

Forehead.....

Well, "Pipe See Through" is worthy of the name, Dele Ali has been made autistic.

Yi Le comforted; "Ali, you have to have confidence in yourself."

Dele Ali wanted to slap himself, and scolded: "That Spaniard is sick, he seems to know what I'm going to do next, and he always appears where I feel most uncomfortable."

Yi Le didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only let him think clearly.

Nice range in the locker room.

It doesn't have the tragic atmosphere of a life-and-death battle. Relaxation and clarity are the best atmosphere for the Tottenham team.

At this time, Boas also came over and clapped his hands: "Guys, in the second half, I need you to increase the running distance. The Barcelona midfielder's physical energy has been almost consumed by us. We will still use this method in the second half. Constantly pressing, running, interspersing, everyone must move for me, even if there is no ball, you still move for me to drive the opponent's players to run together."

Boas raised two fingers and said: "Twenty minutes! After twenty minutes, I'm sure that Barcelona's physical fitness will bottom out, and then it will be our time!"

"Don't forget, we have only one purpose here, and that is to win this game!!" Boas said loudly; "Do you have confidence?!!"

"Yes!!!—" Everyone echoed loudly.

Boas smiled with satisfaction and clapped his hands; "Okay, get ready to play, cheer up, we will bring the victory back to White Hart Lane! GOGOGO!!"

 …

After the start of the second half, the lineups of both sides remained unchanged.

Tottenham were delighted by Barcelona's aggressive attack from the start, and they couldn't have wished for it.

Both teams are thinking about how to attack.

Barcelona understands that their aging causes physical problems, and the more they delay, the more unfavorable they are, so they want to score a few more goals as soon as possible while they still have physical fitness.

On the Tottenham side, they are thinking about how to further consume Barcelona's physical energy by relying on fast-paced and wide-ranging running.

The two sides hit it off, come on, face to face!

In the next game, the rapid pace of the game made the on-site commentator Andre's lips almost cramp.

But they are also professional, while reading the game, while spitting on the commentary.

"Busquets passes the ball, Iniesta takes it away, he breaks to the right, Iniesta passes, Messi touches the ball and sends the ball to Suarez, Suarez sends it back...Oops The ball was cut off by Kanter, Kanter passed it to Yi, and Yi made a large-scale transfer. South Korean star Sun received the ball. Catch the ball...."

Suck! ! ! !

Take a breath.

"Yi quickly played the ball, he passed the ball to Ali, Ali broke through with the ball, Pique stepped forward to block, Ali did not single out Pique, he hit the wall with Kane, broke through Pique, and Pique chased back , Utime is pushing Kane too...Can Kane shoot? Can Kane shoot? Can Kane shoot? No...he didn't shoot, he passed back!"

After the sound paused, Andre hugged his head and closed his eyes. He felt stares in his eyes, accompanied by a strong sense of nausea.

He knew... he was out of oxygen. ()