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Chapter 643 Battle in Italy (7)

Chapter 643 Battle in Italy ([-])

This situation only lasted for a while, and after the re-kick-off, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Ventura's mouth.

"The physical fitness of the Chinese team is finally failing."

As a professional football coach, Ventura is very familiar with the laws of human body movement. The so-called physical failure here is not a complete rest, but a physical bottleneck.

It's like running a marathon. Sometimes athletes run fast, sometimes slowly, and they can never run at a uniform speed.

The same is true on the football field. The Chinese team paid several times more than Italy in running. Although they scored a goal, after the goal, the Chinese team's physical bottleneck also arrived as expected.

Fang Suo sat on the ground after a scramble, and then fell to the ground with a painful expression. Zhou Dun ran over to pick up his leg and pressed it for him.

Fonso suffered from cramps, and the team doctor of the Chinese team quickly rushed to the field with a medical kit, and Ventura also used this little time to call De Rossi to give some advice.

For players with cramps, on the one hand, it is necessary to replenish electrolytes, and on the other hand, it is necessary to press the legs. Some people may think that cramps are not serious, but in fact, for professional players, cramps are a signal, indicating that muscle strain is not far away.

After a few minutes of emergency treatment, Fang Suo stood up, and it seemed that he could still hold on. There was no big problem.

"Boys can't run," Li Guo thought. At this time, the players are actually very uncomfortable. Anyone who has run a long-distance race should know that at the moment they reach the finish line, they feel like vomiting. At this time, the Chinese players are not much better.

Li Guo thought of the physical potion.

"Big Sam, oh, no, sir, exchange some health potions for me."

"Li Guo, can I tell you my opinion?"

"Of course," Li Guo said so, but he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Li Guo remembered that he was obedient to Allardyce in the past.

"Don't use stamina potions."

"Why? Sir, don't you see that my boys can't run anymore?"

"Of course I know, but this is the normal law of movement. Don't you think it's not good for Italy to press forward and attack?"

This remark reminded Li Guo, yes, if Italy is pressed, maybe we can fight back, and at this time, it might not be a good thing to forcefully use physical potions to continue life. It seems that Sir Alex is still much smarter than Allardyce.

Ferguson continued: "If my prediction is correct, in a few minutes, the players will go through the most uncomfortable stage."

Li Guo nodded.

Ferguson's idea was not wrong, and soon the players felt their bodies slowed down after running for a few minutes in a slow-paced game.

After all, these are high-level professional players, and their physical fitness is no problem.

Ventura was a little anxious, and the Chinese team seemed to be slowing down. Italy took advantage of the fire and failed to score a goal at the most difficult time for the Chinese team.

So Ventura thought of a substitution. He waved, and Insigne, the bantam who played for Naples, ran over.

"You will replace Edel later."

In a word, Insigne understood that he and Edel had the same technical characteristics, and replacing Eder with him was like changing the battery, and did not involve tactical adjustments.

Ventura patted Insigne, "It's up to you, I don't want to play overtime."

Insigne nodded.

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"Italy made a substitution, Insigne came on, Eder went off, and Ventura played Italy's first substitution card in this game," Liu Jianhong said.

"Mr. Jianhong, do you think there is any tactical intention in this substitution?"

"Probably not. It seems to be a match-up substitution. If Edel is not injured, it must be a physical problem."

Insigne is a veritable bantam in football, but his skills and speed are very good. Unlike traditional wingers, Insigne has a good overall view, that is to say, he can also play an organizational forward.

Zhou Dun and Insigne matched their seats once, and felt that this guy was really slippery, like a loach, and he passed by with a single swipe.

"Yin Di, be careful."

As soon as the words fell, Insigne slipped between Yin Di and Li Heng, but the ball was a little too big when waving, and Wang Dalei struck out in time to defuse the ball.

The Italian side knew that Insigne had just played and was able to fight and grab, so he passed the ball to him more.

After taking the ball, Insigne basically used his own speed to break forward unreasonably. If the opponent kicked, he could also take a free kick.

"This guy is unreasonable," Yin Di thought, as soon as his body touched him, he would fall to the ground. If he didn't stop him, he would swipe past him again.

Yin Di thought of it. When defending, raise your hand first, so that the referee can see that your hand is not moving.

But what the Chinese team didn't expect was that Insigne not only had speed, but also brains. He seemed reckless, but in fact he had tricks.

After attracting the attention of Li Heng and Yin Di, Insigne began to display his plan. When he got the ball in front of the penalty area, Insigne gave Pellet a wink, and Pellet understood.

Insigne suddenly kicked the ball to Pellet who was plugging in.

"Anti-offside," Yin Di and Li Heng were shocked at the same time. They ignored this point, and the two of them went to block Insigne, and Pellet was unguarded at this time.

Facing Wang Dalei, Pellet easily pushed the ball into the far corner. Just when Italy thought it had succeeded, the referee's whistle sounded and it was offside!

Pellet and Insigne covered their heads, unable to believe it, but Ventura was already furious. He rushed to the fourth official and asked to watch the video, because he felt that he saw it correctly, and the ball was indeed not offside.

"I know referees always want to help the Chinese team, but this is the quarter-finals of the World Cup."

"Please pay attention to your words, I will remind the referee to write it into the post-match report," the fourth official reminded.

"Write it, write it, I'm telling the truth, so I'm not afraid, you know?"

Li Guo kept silent, he thought it was just a hair's breadth away, and he dared not say whether he was offside, but Liu Jianhong could watch the replay from the commentary booth.

"Pellet seems to be offside by a few centimeters, basically parallel with Li Heng." Liu Jianhong felt that if the Chinese team was promoted in the end, then this goal must be a huge controversy after the game.

Ventura was persistent, and finally the referee ran over, "Sir, if you continue to make trouble for no reason, then I can only invite you to the stands."

"Hehe, hehe," Ventura expressed his dissatisfaction with a wry smile. He returned to the bench and muttered to himself: "You Asians are so rambunctious."

(End of this chapter)