SWDnovel Chapter 41 Counterattack!
Chapter 41 Counterattack!
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On the away team's bench.
Kirk gripped the ugly, pointed wooden carving tightly with both hands, his thumbs rubbing the red patterns on the carving with extreme force.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!"
Kirk kept his eyes tightly shut, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
"They fell behind right from the start; this chance for a massacre is over!"
"Sigh, I definitely won't be able to play again today!"
Kirk was rambling on and on.
"Hey, old wizard, are you even capable?! Hurry up and give it your all!"
"Hmph, if you don't work, I'll become a staunch materialist!"
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On the field, the referee blew the whistle to restart the game.
Falcao ran back and passed the ball back to Gabi in the center circle.
The competition has restarted.
The Real Sociedad's extremely active attacking quartet had just tasted success, and now they were all acting like they were on steroids.
Once again, with an extremely arrogant attitude, they crossed the halfway line and viciously pounced on Gabi, who had the ball.
Griezmann ran at the very front of the group, his legs moving incredibly fast.
His mind was filled with calculations on how to cut off Gabi's forward passing route again and launch another deadly counterattack.
But just as he took two steps...
Griezmann turned his head sharply.
Li Jing's enormous and imposing body had somehow become like a silent ghost.
It was stuck less than half a meter to Griezmann's left!
Standing in that spot, Griezmann felt incredibly uncomfortable.
Whether it's offense or defense.
That's the feeling I get.
It looks like they're using a school urinal.
Your weird best friend insists on coming here for a photoshoot!
Li Jing didn't even look at Gabi, who was holding the ball behind him.
Those dark pupils were fixed on Griezmann's face.
Like an extremely precise heavy machine, we finally found the most crucial small gear in this system.
The next thing to do is raise your hand.
Crush him completely!
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The match has reached the 15th minute.
at this time.
The away team stand is the highest point of the Anoeta Stadium.
Several die-hard Atletico Madrid fans wearing red and white striped jerseys were covering their heads with their hands, their faces ashen.
The glaring 1:0 score on the scoreboard sent the air pressure in the area plummeting.
"What the hell is that kicking? How did it get into this terrible state again?!"
A burly man with a full beard suddenly stood up.
He slammed the red and white cheering scarf in his hand onto the plastic seat in front of him and started cursing.
The fans nearby didn't even bother to offer any advice.
The devastating losing streak in the first half of the season left them with a deep psychological scar.
The post-traumatic stress disorder from being pinned down and rubbed against the ground flared up immediately.
Even though the team had just won a 7-0 victory three days ago.
The stark contrast of conceding a goal within the first two minutes.
This completely shattered the psychological defenses of these expeditionary fans.
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The bullet screen sections of major domestic sports event live streaming platforms.
Extreme pessimistic and negative emotions exploded exponentially, completely overwhelming the screen.
"Oh no, oh no, now we're exposed!"
"The paper-thin defense from the first half of the season is back! Simeone's formation is pushing too far forward!"
"As expected, the last match against Villarreal was all luck! Against teams with even a slight tactical strategy, we just collapse!"
"The shadow of that humiliating defeat hasn't faded at all; Atletico Madrid are going to get a complete shutout away from home today!"
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Sidelines.
The atmosphere on Atlético Madrid's bench was even more subdued than in the stands.
Kirk sat on the bench, his hands gripping the pointed wooden carving with red patterns tightly.
The kid's hands were shaking.
He rubbed the wooden carving's head with tremendous force, almost rubbing the wood bark bald.
His lips were pale, and his eyes were fixed on the situation on the field.
My forehead was covered in cold sweat from anxiety, which dripped down my cheeks.
"It's over, it's over, a complete blowout is impossible now, I'm going to spend the rest of the day on the bench..."
Kirk was muttering incoherently to himself.
He was genuinely afraid of not getting a chance to play.
He then had no chance to increase his net worth.
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on the field.
Possession returned to Real Sociedad.
Griezmann ran while turning his head to look for a backup point.
However, when he saw the positions in front of him, he was completely stunned.
The Chinese number 13, who should have obediently retreated to the front line of defense, was originally supposed to be the one organized there.
One person actually used their long legs to reach the center circle!
Li Jing single-handedly positioned himself directly in front of Real Sociedad's four midfielders pressing forward!
Griezmann's brows furrowed sharply.
How can one person defend against the lateral pulling of the four of us?
That's incredibly arrogant!
Griezmann immediately turned his head.
His gaze went over the sideline and directly towards the home team's coaching bench.
He stretched out his right hand and pointed to Li Jing's extremely arrogant forward position.
This sent a very clear signal of inquiry to head coach Philippe.
This positioning isn't right, should we slow down the pace?
In the command area.
Head coach Philippe had his hands comfortably in the pockets of his gray suit trousers, his face beaming with smug satisfaction.
He followed Griezmann's finger and glanced at Li Jing, who was standing there.
Philip let out a cold laugh with utter disdain.
He pulled out one hand and pressed his palm down hard towards Griezmann on the field.
"We're already in the lead, what are we afraid of? Let's keep pushing forward according to the original plan!"
Philip shouted loudly with exaggerated mouth movements, and forcefully waved both hands forward.
"He thinks he can stop all four of you by himself? Steal the ball from him!"
He was already in the lead, so he didn't bother thinking about it anymore!
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The match has reached the 17th minute.
Real Sociedad got a throw-in on the right flank.
Javi Prieto received the ball without even pausing.
He delivered a quick, low cross to the ground, sending the ball straight towards Griezmann in the center, who was preparing to receive it.
Griezmann immediately turned to the side.
He raised his right foot to stop the ball, his head already turned to observe striker Ifran's running route.
Right now!
Griezmann's heart skipped a beat!
Out of the corner of his eye, a massive, imposing body suddenly came crashing down from the side!
Li Jing's towering 1.8-meter frame had somehow unleashed an incredibly terrifying acceleration.
It hurtled directly to within half a meter of him!
Griezmann was also frustrated.
When did you appear here?
He has almost never encountered a player like this before!
Griezmann didn't even have time to turn and protect the ball.
Li Jing had absolutely no intention of slowing down.
His mental radar had completely locked onto the ball's trajectory half a second ago.
The person and the ball.
An extremely brutal and savage collision, coupled with a highly destructive low-slide tackle!
Griezmann let out a piercing scream.
He was thrown onto the grass by the huge impact and rolled around twice in a sorry state.
The ball was cleanly and decisively intercepted by Li Jing!
Quiet.
No whistle!
The referee was standing not far away.
He simply raised both hands forward to signal that the game should continue!
This was a steal from the front without any foul, and it was 100% certain that the ball was touched first!
nice shot!
Li Jing launched himself directly from the grass.
He flicked the ball forward with his right foot, instantly launching a full-speed counterattack.
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