Chapter 733: Weaving the Net Slowly
"???" The assistant coach apparently didn't quite understand the aning of this sentence, but he roughly understood what Ancelotti wanted to express. "So you an everything is under our control?"
"But constantly letting Barcelona siege us is too risky. A small mistake could lead to conceding a goal."
The Italian coach explained, "Barcelona cannot maintain this attacking rhythm forever. We are just waiting for an opportunity."
As he spoke, the away team launched another attack. This ti, Iniesta played a long ball to the right, and Rakitic pretended to receive it to attract the defense before letting the ball slip past.
ssi received the ball in the arc area, faced with the double-teaming defense of Casemiro and Varane, he created a bit of space through continuous shoulder feints and small steps, then decisively took a shot.
Wang Feng arrived in ti to block the gap, and the ball bounced back to the midfield off him.
"It's a pity. Barcelona almost opened the door to Real Madrid again. If ssi had managed to shoot through the defense just now, Navas would have had a hard ti making an effective save."
"The defensive awareness of the Chinese superstar is too strong. In the past period, he has already made several crucial interceptions to neutralize the away team's threatening attacks."
"In terms of ball possession, Catalonia's team is undoubtedly dominant, with an average possession rate of over 70%. However, their attacks that truly threaten the Galacticos' goal are almost non-existent."
"Of course, for the ho team, Wang Feng's transition to defense has its advantages and disadvantages. Without the Chinese superstar organizing the attack in the frontcourt, they have played too conservatively during this period and have failed to create any effective scoring opportunities."
As long as no goals are scored, the situation on the field is temporary. The Galacticos are playing very patiently, while Barcelona, in their constant attacks, is slowly entering a period of weakness.
Just as the pace of the ga gradually slowed down, Real Madrid suddenly accelerated.
In the 27th minute, Iniesta got the ball in midfield, and Wang Feng suddenly gestured forward to Modric from the back, then quickly approached the Spanish midfielder.
At the sa ti, Modric, receiving the captain's signal, also rushed to press Iniesta, and the two ford a double team, one from the left and one from behind.
The usually calm Barcelona midfielder suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, but he was also a world-class player with vast experience. He forcibly cald down, controlled the ball to evade the pressure, and then passed it to Busquets.
However, Modric didn't let up and continued to press, and Busquets imdiately intended to pass to ssi, who was in the vacant space ahead.
In his haste, he couldn't fully judge the situation on the field and could only subconsciously pass. Wang Feng anticipated the Spaniard's intention and successfully intercepted the pass.
The Chinese superstar then dribbled forward, with Bale and Iguain also sprinting forward. The Barcelona defense line suddenly beca chaotic.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Feng sent a diagonal long pass into the left side of the penalty area. Bale caught up with the ball before Alves, faced with the blocking Barcelona defender, the Welsh star made a quick stop and then cut inward.
His speed was fast, coupled with a burst of dribble that further widened the distance between him and Alves, there was space for a direct shot!
Mascherano, who had dropped back on the other side, could only choose to co over for help, successfully mobilizing two defenders. Bale suddenly sent a diagonal pass into the penalty area.
"Oh no! Darn it!" Mascherano turned back abruptly, but was still half a step late. Iguain, who arrived just in ti, seized the fleeting opportunity, without any adjustnt, he directly took a shot.
A powerful and precise shot grazed Ter Stegen's fingertips and drilled into the net from the far corner.
"Goooooooooooooooooal! Goal! Iguain opens the scoring for Real Madrid!"
"In the 27th minute, the ho team completed the first shot of the ga, piercing through Barcelona's defense, it's unbelievable!"
The Real Madrid fans in the stands suddenly bounced up at the mont of the goal, followed by earth-shattering cheers, feeling quite triumphant.
This couldn't be blad on them; the first thirty minutes of the ga were indeed quite depressing. Barcelona kept besieging their own penalty area, and the Galacticos couldn't launch an effective attack.
But now everything was different. No matter how much threat the Catalan team posed, they couldn't score a goal, while we only needed one decisive strike!
"This goal ca sowhat suddenly. Wang Feng successfully intercepted the ball with Modric's cooperation, then sent a precise and clever long pass, tearing apart Barcelona's defense and putting them in a two-on-two situation."
"Bale's timing for the cut inside was very clever, mobilizing the defensive force and passing to Iguain, who finally scored."
Ter Stegen lay on his side, turned his head to look at the goal, feeling bitter and unwilling. If only he had touched the ball a little bit, he could have blocked it. When did Iguain beco so tricky with his shots?
On the sidelines, Enrique stared in confusion, unable to understand the situation. Clearly, Barcelona had been dominating, so how did Real Madrid suddenly push forward to take a shot and score a goal?
Wang Feng didn't even participate in the attack. With just Bale and Iguain, they broke through Barcelona's defense. No, the key was that brilliant long pass, completely bypassing Barcelona's dense midfield setup and directly facing the defense line.
Real Madrid didn't want to expose their defenders to fire, and Barcelona didn't want that either.
The inexplicable goal loss made the away team's spirits rise again. They continued to maintain their high-pressure attack.
But the Galacticos knew the tactic of enemy advancing, we retreating, enemy being fast, we being slow, so they once again retreated to their own half and focused on defense.
Wang Feng suddenly pressing forward to intercept was like a flash of inspiration. Most of the ti, he still focused on defensive interceptions, stifling Barcelona's attacks in the cradle.
The eagerness to equalize gradually eroded the away team's rationality. Barcelona beca more and more aggressive in the midfield and frontcourt, and mistakes continued to increase.
The coordination between Rakitic, Busquets, and Xavi in the midfield was almost perfect, but it was still slightly lacking, and without the veteran Xavi's presence to remind them, the three easily fell into limited thinking.
ssi had to frequently retreat to receive the ball, which made Barcelona's play even more chaotic. They were surprised to find that the more they passed, the further away they were from Real Madrid's goal.
Both the coaching staff on the sidelines and the players on the field had a strange feeling. It seed that the Galacticos were slowly weaving a big net, enclosing Barcelona tightly and tighter.
They didn't seem to be in a hurry to deal a fatal blow to the opponent, but were accumulating strength, ready to take a big bite at any mont.
"Real Madrid's midfield steals the ball! Casemiro dribbles forward, and here cos the counterattack from the Galacticos!"
The Brazilian midfielder passed the midfield line and then passed horizontally to Wang Feng. The latter took big strides with the ball, surpassing Busquets, and rushed to the edge of the penalty area.
Barcelona quickly mobilized their defensive force to intercept the Chinese superstar. Wang Feng couldn't advance, so he passed to Carvajal, who had moved up the sideline, and at the sa ti, he also retreated with the ball.
Carvajal advanced with the ball, and the two ford a crossover. The Spanish full-back pretended to forcefully push down the defense by going down the sideline, but then used a backheel to return the ball to Wang Feng.
Seizing this opportunity, the Chinese superstar quickly cut inside laterally, took two steps, and lofted the ball into the penalty area. Iguain leaped high at the far post and headed it in, piercing through Ter Stegen's hands again!
2:0! Two shots, two goals!
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