Chapter 1180 Expanding Advantages (First Update, Please Subscribe!)

The situation is very unfavorable for the Netherlands. The problem of losing the ball is not big, the key is the failure of tactics.

Thinking of using offensive pressure in the first half to shrink Croatia's defense line, Croatia actually took the initiative and quickly scored a goal.

Everything now runs counter to the Netherlands' pre-match arrangement, which requires them to solve the problem as soon as possible and find the rhythm.

But the current situation is that it is difficult to get the rhythm back.

On the one hand, the Netherlands itself is not particularly good at this.

On the other hand, Croatia is very strict in controlling the rhythm, and they will not watch themselves turn the rhythm around.

Sneijder wiped the corner of his mouth, his expression was extremely solemn.

"Shit!"

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

That's right, it's shit!

At the beginning of the game, the rhythm became like shit, and everything was messed up.

Of course, this is effective for Croatia. It can only be said that Croatia handled it better than them in the opening stage.

Blaming others is useless, so Sneijder is also considering how to turn the rhythm back.

But the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.

In front of many people, he can say that he is the best, but facing Croatia, Suker, Modric and other good players, he really dare not brag about this.

Besides, in addition to this group of people, the threat of other Croatians is also great.

Sneijder is looking at Croatia with a covetous look, Suker and others have also completed the celebration and returned to their own half.

"We got the lead at the beginning, which is very friendly news for us!"

"And we also maintain a good rhythm. I believe these guys can lead us to break through the shackles and hit new records and even peaks!"

Klausevich's face flushed.

See it!

That's right! He saw it!

Although it was just a chance, even though it was just a goal, he did feel the hope of victory.

Both times they fell in the World Cup semi-finals, they became the background of France and the stepping stone of Spain.

But in the unyielding struggle again and again, there will be a chance to shine.

Klausevich believes that this batch of Croatian players will not let them down in this World Cup.

Just like this goal, win the game and win the victory!

"Don't give them any chances!" Klausic clenched his fist and shouted: "Come on!"

In the stadium, the Croatian players returned to their own half.

I was very excited when celebrating, but now I have to force myself to calm down. Now is not the time to celebrate the victory. The game has just begun.

"Cheer up!"

Suker turned his head and clenched his fist and said: "The Netherlands will definitely attack more fiercely next!"

Suker believes that the current tactical bankruptcy of the Netherlands is most likely to lead to their stress-based attack.

When the situation is not favorable to you, use crazy attacks as much as possible to stir up the rhythm, and then fight for a glimmer of hope for yourself.

This is also the action taken by many teams in disadvantageous situations.

After all, if they continue at the current rhythm, the Netherlands will not find any breakthrough points, and they can only attack like mad dogs.

Of course, both Croatia and Suker hope that the Netherlands can be more peaceful and make some wrong judgments.

However, when the game resumed, the Dutch offensive told him that they were going to disrupt the situation.

Bang!

Robben squeezed through the sidelines. Facing the pressure from two players, he barely made it through. Now that he hadn't stood firm, he was going to pass the ball.

Try to get the ball to the front of the goal as much as possible. This is their current idea.

"Don't even think about passing the ball!"

Pranjic flew over and shoveled the ball out of the baseline with a sliding tackle.

"Damn it!"

Robben couldn't help but curse.

This guy is like a shit plaster. It's not that his defense is so strong, but he can't get rid of it. No matter how many times he passes him, this guy can always catch up and ruin his good deeds.

"It's so damn hard to defend!"

Pranjic stood up and couldn't help complaining.

Of course, this is more of a way to relieve stress.

Robben is of course hard to defend, and the whole world knows this.

For this reason, Planjic's idea has never been to defend Robben one-on-one, and he can't do this. He is just a buffer, waiting for his teammates to arrive, and then forming a coordinated defense mode.

After Planic finished shouting, he saw Robben running over at the corner kick, wanting to set the pace.

He rushed over immediately!

He was complaining, but his body was never slow!

Sneijder saw Robben lead out a defensive player, and decisively kicked the ball towards Croatia's penalty area.

He aimed at Van Persie, but Van Persie was now entangled.

Vida squeezed Van Persie desperately, and both of them were competing for the landing point.

At this moment, a figure passed in front of them, a pair of hands firmly grasped the ball in the air, and fell forward.

"Beautiful! Subasic's active attack!"

Goalkeeper Subasic took the initiative to attack, and he took the ball off the air.

But after taking the ball off, he did not rush to throw the ball forward, but lay on the ground and waited for a moment.

When the surrounding Dutch players were almost gone, he slowly got up from the ground.

Of course, there is also the meaning of delaying time here.

After all, it is the Netherlands that should be anxious now, not them.

Subasic tapped the ball twice more, and then slowly passed the ball to the side.

And Srna was not in a hurry, and continued to pass the ball back to the goalkeeper to keep the distance.

As for the Netherlands, they sprinted forward all the way, trying to grab the ball in a more intense way.

Bang!

The ball was passed to Vida. Just as Vida was about to receive the ball, he saw Van Persie rushing towards him not far away. He was startled and kicked forward directly.

Tsk!

In the coaching seat, Besic showed a dissatisfied expression.

This big kick was really unnecessary. After a slight pause, Modric ran to the position.

Of course, it cannot be said that this was not handled well. After all, as the last line of defense in front of the goalkeeper, it is a good choice for the defender to try not to take the ball, but sometimes there are better ways to handle it.

This is also the reason why the central defender is increasingly required to pass the ball in football today.

But obviously, Vida is not this type!

Compared to Simunic, Vida is very tough on the defensive end, but lacks a little on the offensive end.

"We can't ask for too much! After all, there are few good central defenders, and Vida is already very good."

Van Styak comforted.

Compared with other positions in Croatia, the back line is indeed not good enough, and only Srna can hold the scene.

But Van Styak believes that this is not a bad thing.

What defense needs is discipline and unified command.

Players with both strength and fame are naturally a very good choice.

But once the back line is like this, there will be problems with command. Everyone is a big name, who listens to whom?

Everyone has their own judgment, so Van Styak thinks that defense cannot use so-called big-name stars.

Even if there are, there must be a bigger star to suppress others.

Only in this way can the defense be stable and unified.

The ball encountered a series of headers in the frontcourt and was finally controlled by Suker.

Suker made a very accurate judgment on the second point, and also used his excellent footwork to successfully pick up the ball.

"Beautiful!"

Klausevich roared again.

Compared to analyzing the game, he is now basically engaged, and he is no different from the fans.

However, he also needs to insert some of his professional knowledge to explain.

"In the consecutive attacks, we still achieved good results on the left wing. Suker's presence is a very difficult dilemma for the Netherlands to deal with!"

"In this case, we can fully use the attack on the left wing to continuously put pressure on the Netherlands until their defense collapses!"

Of course, it is easier said than done.

The important thing is to seize that opportunity!

"Go up! Luka, go up and fill the position!"

In the VIP room, Davor Suker shouted excitedly.

"Go up! If he runs up, the back will be empty!" Boban retorted.

"If he doesn't go up, the attack here can't be launched!" Davor Suker turned his head and said.

"The offense doesn't rely on Luka to get through." Boban said, pursing his lips; "Rakitic should also play a role!"

In the court, Rakitic kept running, trying every means to get rid of the defensive players beside him.

He knew very well that he only needed to get rid of this guy and then pause for a moment to create an opportunity for Suker to attack.

"Faster!"

"Faster!"

Rakitic kept urging himself while running back and forth.

He looked at the changes in the situation on the court, and his brain was thinking rapidly.

Suddenly, Rakitic turned around and ran straight to the middle.

And Suker was in that position. If Rakitic ran over, it would cause the problem of overlapping positions.

Suker also noticed this scene and was suddenly stunned.

But soon, a light flashed in his head.

Rakitic must have his reasons for running like this.

And Suker also took the initiative to pull to the side and exited the middle area.

This sudden change surprised the Netherlands.

In the past, Suker squeezed his teammates, but now Rakitic squeezed Suker's position?

But they didn't have too much time to think, and immediately turned back to Suker and continued to defend.

And Rakitic also saw this scene.

"Pass the ball!"

Rakitic yelled, Modric actually passed the ball forward.

After receiving the ball, Rakitic pretended to turn to the left, suddenly flicked the ball sideways, and turned to the right.

After shaking the center of gravity of the Dutch defender, he got rid of it in an instant.

"Right! Be careful!"

Please...collect 6...books...!

Sneijder yelled hurriedly.

The direction Rakitic turned was the direction of attack.

The Dutch defense line also quickly moved from the left to the right.

At this moment, Rakitic suddenly flicked the ball with a rhythm change.

He flicked the ball with his left foot, just enough to put it under the crotch of the Dutch defender, and at the same time, he jumped slightly with both feet and got rid of it again.

A turn to get rid of it immediately changed Rakitic's attack trend from the right to the left.

Now, the Netherlands panicked instantly.

"He changed his appearance!"

But the more fatal thing was the left side.

Verhach was sprinting at full speed, but he still couldn't catch up with Suker in front of him.

"It's bad!"

Sneijder's heart skipped a beat.

The other Dutch players were even more terrified.

At this time, Rakitic's pass came at the right time.

He passed the ball diagonally.

Suker also squeezed in sideways at the same time.

As he squeezed, Verhach's rhythm became chaotic, and he staggered two steps and couldn't stop his body from falling forward.

When he looked up again, Suker had already entered the penalty area!

"It's over!"

Verhach looked at Suker's back as he went away, and the whole person became extremely frustrated.

He really tried his best, but he couldn't stop Suker at all.

Facing the most powerful striker in the world, all he could do was chase again and again, and then be thrown away.

Unwilling!

Very unwilling!

But helpless!

"Hold on! Hold on!"

The Dutch goalkeeper yelled nervously.

He stared at Suker, his heart beating violently.

He even dared not to turn his eyes to see if there were any Croatian players who could pose a threat in other positions.

He was afraid that the moment he turned his head, Suker would shoot directly, and he had to withstand every move of Suker.

"Go in!"

Davor Suker stood up directly from his seat, knocking over the bottle in front of him, but he seemed to be oblivious, staring at the court with his fists clenched.

Others did not dare to breathe.

"Going to shoot!"

Seeing Suker raise his right foot, Davor Suker became even more nervous.

And this action also made Vlar directly put down the shovel.

At this moment, Suker gently rubbed his feet, rubbed the ball up, and at the same time jumped up and crossed over Vlar.

Seeing the ball in the air, the Dutch goalkeeper's eyes lit up, he quickly rushed forward, clenched his fists and hit it out, he wanted to head the ball out.

But Suker was faster than him!

After Suker landed, he did not try to unload the ball, but took the initiative to lift his right foot and gently lifted the ball again.

The Dutch goalkeeper rushed forward and punched out, but missed.

Suker took advantage of the situation and went around from the left. At this time, there was an empty goal in front of him.

The ball fell, Suker gently pushed it with his right foot, and the ball went into the net.

Swish!

The ball entered the goal, and after a short silence in the whole stadium, tens of thousands of Croatian fans burst into fierce cheers.

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

"Goal! Goal again!!"

"Suker!!!!!!!!!——"

Klausevich stood up and roared excitedly.

At the same time, he covered his heart, it was too fucking exciting!

"Suker is really born with a big heart. How dare he do that, and twice! If it were an ordinary player, he would have shot long ago, but Suker still patiently looked for the best opportunity to shoot, and even passed the last two defenders!"

Klausevich sighed. The more such times, the more extreme Suker's gold content was reflected.

Maybe this is the area between greatness and ordinary!

After completing the shot, Suker ran straight to the stands.

He was greeted by a tsunami of cheers.

Croatian fans have gone crazy!

They shouted Suker's name again and again, shouting and cheering like crazy.

A two-goal lead!

They have one foot in the World Cup final!

In the first half of 30 minutes, they were two goals ahead, and the situation was very favorable for them.

The next step is to stabilize the situation and slowly consume the game.

They don't expect to score more goals. After all, being able to enter the final is better than anything else! "

"God! How can you be so calm! "

Mandzukic rushed over, he excitedly hugged Suker's shoulders, patted Suker's chest, and was amazed.

He was full of surprise at Suker's handling in the penalty area.

He passed the ball twice, and he thought Suker was going to shoot twice, but this guy held back.

Or it can be said that this is Suker's ultimate confidence in his own skills.

Only in this way can such a goal be created.

Suker didn't feel much. In fact, in his career and in the league, there are many more wonderful goals than this.

But this is the semi-final of the World Cup, so the effect of the goal will be greatly different depending on the importance of the event.

However, he was also very happy that he scored this beautiful goal. Of course, he would be even happier if he won the game.

"Damn it! It's so scary! "

Daver Suker patted his chest and kept exhaling.

When Vlaar made a tackle, he thought Suker was going to be tackled.

When the goalkeeper dived forward, he thought Suker was overweight.

But Suker used exquisite and coherent handling to successfully pass the two people twice and completed this wonderful goal.

But to be honest, he had to admire Suker's big heart.

The bigger the event, the more important the event, the pressure exerted by its influence on itself will lead to a decline in performance.

But Suker did the opposite. The bigger the event, the more amazing the performance of this guy.

This is the so-called big heart.

Of course, in addition to the big heart, the skills he possesses are also powerful.

"How did this guy practice his skills?"

Dawo Suk was puzzled.

When he taught Su Ke, this guy was not so perverted yet. How come he has been improving by leaps and bounds after practicing in the five major leagues for a period of time.

Now it makes Dawo Suk feel a little confused.

During his youth training and professional days, what he heard most early on was things like ‘genius’ or ‘talent’.

But putting these things in front of Suk is really not enough.

With this talent, so-called geniuses are like shit in front of Suk's talent.

"Shit!"

Dawo Suk couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

Boban on the side suddenly nodded; "That's right! It's just bullshit!"

Davor Suker turned his head and looked over, only to see Boban looking towards the court with bright eyes.

"Compared to them, we are nothing! Look how good they are!"

Hearing this, Davor Suk turned to look at the court and exhaled slowly, "Indeed, this is the game the fans want to see!"

In the first half, with a two-goal lead, the Netherlands was almost cornered.

For Croatia, they only need to stabilize the situation and slowly advance the game, and they will be able to win the game naturally.