The score is behind and the situation is passive.

Gao Yuan on the sidelines clearly realized that this lagging score and passive situation were all due to the team's own wrong strategic and tactical arrangements!

In other words, you are seeking your own death!

Foreign proverbs have long provided insightful explanations for this kind of death-seeking behavior, no zuo no die!

After the score was rewritten, the situation on the field remained unchanged.

A group of old men from the Eastern Suburbs 87 United play more skillfully, with various combinations of passing and cutting, and short passing penetration.

Two over one, two over two, two over three, it was a great time to play, the kicks were flowing smoothly, and it was dazzling.

On the other hand, on Saturday in Quancheng, the players were still exhausted.

Being constantly mobilized by the opponent's passes, he is always in a desperate running state, which consumes a lot of physical energy.

The defensive formation is constantly moving and is full of flaws.

The ball was on the left, and Quancheng Saturday's players all rushed to the left. But the opponent only used a few simple passes, and the ball hit the right again, and a group of people had to run desperately to the right.

The old guys from the Eastern Suburbs League 87 seemed to be teasing their grandson who had just learned to walk. They stepped backwards easily, taking their time, watching the opponent chasing after them, and only when they were about to catch up, they threw the ball.

Kick him out, deliberately tiring your opponent to the point of vomiting blood.

As the game time went by, the flaws in Quancheng's defense on Saturday became more and more obvious. It was easy for the opponent to score the ball into the center of the penalty area, and several consecutive shots were quite threatening.

Fortunately, the players of the Eastern Suburbs 87 United have not yet fully recovered, and they are not even wearing their shooting boots.

Several threatening shots were either slightly over the crossbar, or missed the uprights, and two of them hit the doorframe firmly.

There was a chorus of regrets on the sidelines in shock.

Gao Yuan was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat on the sidelines. If he was fucked again, it would basically mean that Quancheng would be eliminated on Saturday!

At the same time, he also announced that his football dream was shattered!

He turned his attention to Lao Wang, and saw that this guy looked even worse than the players on the field. Sweat had soaked through his white shirt, and the few strands of hair on his head were tangled together with sweat, and there was a faint risk of sweating on his head.

With the heat, it's like the masters practicing their internal skills in martial arts movies.

Being so passive, this old guy should trust himself for once!

Gao Yuan wants to try again. Maybe a bad battle situation is the best persuasive tool.

But before he could take a step, he heard Lao Wang shouting to his team members with a broken voice.

"Take them all back! Clear the field! Retreat to the penalty area! Play a 10-0-0 formation! Defending the current score is victory!"

10-0-0 formation?

Defending the score is victory?

Gao Yuan staggered and almost fell down due to Lao Wang's words!

Who is the laggard?

The one who leads the score is attacking vigorously! The one who is lagging behind is hiding in the penalty area and not moving forward!

Strong walls and clear fields?

Has Lao Wang been kicked out of his head? Do you think this is a real-time strategic game? You think this is Stalingrad in 1942!

Quancheng's players on Saturday faithfully implemented the coach's tactics and defended across the board.

The high center forward who was like a stick withdrew to play as a central defender, the extremely fast winger moved back and became a full-back, and even the handsome Gao Fushuai who usually played as he pleased withdrew to the penalty area line and became a sweeper responsible for cleaning up.

Without any worries, Eastern Suburbs 87 United were completely relieved. Their formation pressed forward across the board, and the entire back line passed half the court. The forwards and midfielders all entered the opponent's penalty area.

The current Saturday penalty area in Quancheng is extremely lively. At least 15.6 people from both sides were squeezed into the 40.32-meter-long and 16.5-meter-wide penalty area!

This is no longer a half-time offensive and defensive drill, but a veritable battle for the penalty area!

However, this objectively does compress the opponent's space.

The land is narrow and densely populated, and there is no room for the technological advantages and cooperative awareness of the Eastern Suburbs 87 Alliance to be used.

The ball circled around in the penalty area, and 15, 6 people, and more than 30 legs were like a dense jungle, blocking out the sky and the sun, mixed together without any space to kick off.

The ball flew into the penalty area, causing everyone to flip over. Feet were like billiard balls, flying around under the feet of different people.

When the ball reaches your feet, you don't have any time to think about it. You can only instinctively poke it into the goal or outside the penalty area. If you hesitate for a moment, the ball will be poked away by the other foot stretched out from your side.

No matter where the ball flies, it will be blocked by the other person's body. Whether he does it intentionally or avoids it, the ball will bounce down again, forming a new competition.

After many repetitions, the Eastern Suburbs 87th United adjusted its strategy and tried to fire from the outside, hoping to hit the goal with long-range shots.

But the dense crowd in the penalty area is the best barrier. Almost every long-range shot will hit the opponent or teammate, and then form a new melee in the penalty area.

Seeing this group of people struggling in the penalty area, Gao Yuan finally understood what Lao Wang meant by "strengthening the wall and clearing the field."

This restricted area is Stalingrad!

This is the battlefield where the Soviet Red Army and the German Army fought!

Both sides refused to give up an inch of land, every inch of land was soaked in blood, and every ruin was fought over again and again.

In the brutal street fighting, every meter is paved with flesh and blood; under the sky full of artillery fire, the human body is the most solid fortress.

Gao Yuan seemed to see, among the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, Comrade Gao Fushuai, who was wearing a Soviet-made cotton coat and a five-pointed red star cotton hat, holding a Bobosha 41 submachine gun, leading a weak center, a fat defender, a male midfielder with kidney deficiency, and a quick team.

The leg winger and others advanced in the face of the fierce German artillery fire!

Stray bullets and smoke from artillery shells could not stop the firm and steady steps of the revolutionary warriors.

They moved forward while shooting, and from time to time they threw a few grenades with burning fuses.

Suddenly, the dark muzzle of the enemy's gun, the Maxim heavy machine gun, was revealed behind a ruins!

The machine gunner hiding behind the ruins showed a proud and ferocious smile, and the machine gun muzzle instantly sprayed out a cruel and brilliant tongue of fire!

"Lie down quickly!"

Comrade Gao Fushuai shouted, but it was too late. Bloody flowers appeared on the chest of the center forward.

His tall body fell heavily, and the blood filled the land, and also dyed a black and white photo on his chest. In the photo was his smiling wife and his son who had just turned one month old...

"squeak--"

A sharp whistle sounded, bringing Gao Yuan back to reality from his wild thoughts.

This is not Stalingrad!

This is the stadium of Taishan Football Training Base!

The center, Ma Gan, was lying in the penalty area, clutching his chest and groaning, but instead of being hit, he was hit in the chest by a powerful long-range shot from the opponent.

Because someone was injured, the referee blew the whistle and suspended the game.

He ran over and looked at the pole, then looked at his watch. 45 minutes had passed, so he simply stopped adding time and blew the whistle again to end the first half.
Chapter completed!