69novels Chapter 85 Did I kill myself?
Chapter 85 Did I kill myself?
Chapter 85 Did I kill myself?
The Monaco players on the field celebrated wildly.
Mbappe was the first to rush to Jiang Ming and pick him up.
B. Seal also rushed over and patted Jiang Ming's back forcefully.
The away team's bench erupted in cheers.
On the other side of the stands.
The Dortmund fans were much quieter.
Only the red and white ocean in the corner was still churning desperately.
Sidelines.
Tuchel stood there, the smile on his face gone.
His self-confidence remained focused on Jiang Ming.
After a long pause, Tuchel gently shook his head.
"I see."
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The teaching assistant next to him was taken aback.
"What?"
Tuchel did not answer immediately.
The scene after the start of the second half kept replaying in my mind.
Jiang Ming retreated for the first time, and Shinji Kagawa followed.
Jiang Ming retreated for the second time, and Shinji Kagawa continued to follow.
The third time —
Until now.
Tuchel finally understood.
That Chinese kid didn't care whether he could catch the ball or not.
They didn't care whether they could organize an attack or not.
From the second half onwards, he had only one goal.
Take Shinji Kagawa away.
Then wait for cracks to appear in your own formation.
Thinking about this...
Tuchel couldn't help but give a wry smile.
"So, it was me who killed me?!"
Because this goal conceded was definitely not due to the mistake of any single player.
The problem lies not with the system itself, but with the entire system itself.
To be more precise.
Monaco found the only flaw in this system.
Tuchel looked toward Monaco's bench.
He didn't believe that such tactics could have been devised by someone else.
The only person capable of making this decision —
"Yardin".
"Truly worthy of being the renowned coach that the media has been praising lately—"
Tuchel was excited.
It's amazing that there are coaches from non-elite clubs who can compete with him tactically.
the other side.
Yaldin was also looking at Jiang Ming on the field.
The scene from halftime involuntarily came to mind.
The atmosphere in the locker room was terribly oppressive.
With the team trailing by two goals, the atmosphere at the Westfalen Stadium was suffocating.
Coupled with Tuchel's near-perfect targeting, everyone was at a loss for what to do.
Just then, that young Chinese man stood up.
"Boss, I have a plan—"
Yaldin looked up.
But then they discovered that he had already slowly walked to the tactics board.
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"I've discovered a problem."
"It seems like Shinji Kagawa follows me wherever I go."
The Monaco teammates nodded.
Anyone with eyes can see that Jiang Ming was being targeted terribly in this incident.
But what is he trying to prove by saying this?
Jiang Ming picked up a pen and casually drew a few lines.
"What if I keep backing away?"
"Retreat to the center circle, or even to the defensive midfield position."
"Will he still follow us?"
Yaldin was taken aback at first.
Then his eyes lit up slightly.
Jiang Ming continued, "If he catches up, then Weigel will have to take action as well."
"If Weigel moves, the others have to fill the gap—"
Jiang Ming finished speaking.
He didn't need to say anything more.
Yaldin looked at the tactics board.
Suddenly I realized that this style of kicking was actually not unfamiliar.
Similar methods have been used to breach defenses before.
Totti.
Back when the Roman Wolf King kicked the false number nine.
Its greatest strength lies in proactively pulling back.
Draw the center-back out of the penalty area.
Then create space for your teammates behind you.
Jiang Ming's approach is similar to Totti's style of play.
Simply by running around on the field, he caused the opponent's entire defensive line to begin to break down.
Everyone thought Tuchel's tactics wouldn't go wrong.
All the team needs to do is wait for Tuchel's tactics to continue.
Then find its only vulnerability.
"You can give it a try."
Yaldin began drawing lines on the tactics board.
"Just as Jiang said, he will frequently drop back in the second half."
"Bernardo, watch out for the space on your right."
"Kylian is ready to attack behind Dortmund's defense at any time."
"Don't rush, we just need to wait for one opportunity—"
Yaldin snapped out of his daze.
He looked at the Chinese youths celebrating on the field with admiration in his eyes.
Just as he expected, Dortmund's defense collapsed on its own!
With his top-notch football intelligence, he will surely grow into a midfield maestro in the future.
At least tonight, Tuchel can no longer target him with the same unbridled abandon as he did in the first half.
Because Jiang Ming has already proven one thing.
Even if he's locked down, he can still change the game!
Spain.
Barcelona, Joan Gamper Sports City.
There's still one day until tomorrow's La Liga match, and the opponent is only Getafe.
A relegation-threatened team that only excels at logging is not worth Enrique expending too much energy preparing for.
Therefore, Enrique made a last-minute decision to sit in front of the television and examine several transfer targets that the scouts had recently recommended.
Especially that young Chinese player named Jiang Ming, whose team Monaco faced a tough match against Borussia Dortmund.
This is a good opportunity to investigate.
Enrique stared at the screen, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest.
"Tuchel deserved to lose that goal."
"It's not necessarily a good thing for players to execute tactics too rigidly."
"More importantly—"
He watched the replay as Jiang Ming retreated to receive the ball, and under Shinji Kagawa's close marking, he only had to turn half a body to create space before delivering that precise through pass.
"This kid can keep his movements so composed even amidst the boos from all sides in Westvall."
"The turn and escape were handled very cleverly, and the final through ball was also very well thought out."
"A strong mentality is one aspect, but good footwork is an even bigger one."
"At least in this age group, I rarely see players like this."
With this in mind, Enrique leaned forward and focused his attention.
"Let me see what other surprises you have in store for me—"
The Monaco players' celebration has ended.
Jiang Ming didn't even celebrate for long.
He rushed into the goal, grabbed the ball, and ran back to the center circle.
The score became 2-1.
There was still a full half hour left in the match.
They still have time.
They managed to carve out a piece of the pie in this notoriously intimidating home ground in Europe.
Both players returned to the center circle and the game restarted.
After the kickoff, Jiang Ming gradually noticed the changes.
Shinji Kagawa, who was on the other side, no longer followed him wherever he went, just like before.
He kept his eyes fixed on himself, but dared not leave his defensive position again.
During the dead ball phase just now, he had already received clear instructions from Tuchel.
"You can keep an eye on someone, but you absolutely cannot let him pull away from you again."
Tuchel sighed from the sidelines.
Shinji Kagawa is ultimately not a professional defensive player.
If Gündoğan were still on the field, this task would probably be much easier.
Although Dortmund conceded a goal, they still maintain a one-goal lead.
The players' mentality was not greatly affected.
They still maintain their style of play, accelerating as soon as they get the ball and looking for finishing opportunities.
Monaco, on the other hand, saw a significant reduction in defensive pressure on Jiang Ming.
They began to gain more threatening offensive opportunities.
The situation on the field instantly became deadlocked.
CCV5 Studio.
He Wei's speaking speed noticeably slowed down.
"Dortmund is not as aggressive as before."
"This is a crucial change; the leading side has started to play conservatively."
"The side that was lagging behind, on the contrary, began to take the initiative."
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"The game has entered the psychological battle phase."
In the stands.
Scouts from other Europa League opponents are also observing this match.
Manchester United scouts are taking notes in their notebooks.
"Jiang's ability to read the game is clearly a level above, and his organizational skills are also quite good."
"That is, the team's future transfer targets."
"It could also become a major problem in the upcoming Europa League —"
Liverpool's scouts paused for a moment before beginning their analysis.
"His positioning is so comfortable; he always manages to appear in the most advantageous position."
"Despite being booed by Westfalen throughout the match, he didn't falter in any way."
"He has a big heart that doesn't get disturbed, and the team's pressing shouldn't work on him."
The match is in its 71rd minute.
The situation on the field suddenly changed.
Reus received the ball in the middle and made almost no adjustments.
A gentle flick with the outside of the foot.
The football instantly tore through Monaco's defense.
"pretty!"
"Reus' through ball!"
"Aubameyang has started!"
He Wei's voice suddenly rose.
A huge cheer erupted in Westphalia.
Aubameyang sprinted into the penalty area.
Subasic decisively abandoned his goal and attacked.
The two touched the football almost simultaneously.
boom!
The football was blocked out of the penalty area.
Sidelines.
Yaldin let out a heavy sigh.
If that ball had gone in...
The game is basically over.
After escaping death.
Monaco began to regain control of the game.
Jiang Ming frequently retreated to provide support.
Moutinho, Fabinho, and Bernardo Silva kept passing the ball around him.
Dortmund players gradually discovered this.
The game seems different from the first half.
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Football is increasingly appearing at Monaco's feet.
They were forced to follow.
CCV5 Studio.
He Wei said, "The game is entering its final twenty minutes."
"Both sides are experiencing a decline in physical fitness."
"At this point, it's no longer just a competition of tactics and techniques."
"It's more about willpower."
Xu Yang nodded.
"Monaco has actually turned the game around."
"It's impossible to tell who's in the lead right now."
"The initiative is even shifting towards Monaco."
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Sidelines.
Tuher frowned.
His worst fears came true.
Shinji Kagawa dared not be pulled away any further and could only hover on the side.
The entire Dortmund midfield was forced into a passive, follow-the-leader state.
The game did not proceed as he had planned beforehand.
"See that?" Enrique said to the assistant coach, pointing at the screen.
"He is not afraid of Dortmund's overall pressure."
"Every threatening pass hits a gap in the opponent's movement."
The assistant coach nodded.
"He doesn't look like an 18-year-old player at all."
On the screen.
Jiang Ming used a feint to shake off Shinji Kagawa, who was closely marking him, and passed the ball across to the onrushing Raji.
"That's exactly how Busquets kicked the ball, using that feint."
"What's even more remarkable is his vision."
"A top midfielder needs to memorize the positions of all the players on the field before he or she passes the ball out."
"So once you get the ball, you can pass it with one kick without even looking up."
"He's a lot like Harvey in that respect."
Jiang Ming received the ball in midfield.
Suddenly, a long pass over the top was launched, reaching the left side behind Dortmund's defense.
"Move!"
"A beautiful long pass!"
Mbappe made a high-speed run and received the ball smoothly.
Then the ball is passed back in a triangular pattern.
Moutinho followed up with a shot.
Snapped!
The ball hit Sven Bender.
Pop out of the restricted area.
"oops!"
"Bender's substitution was perfectly timed!"
Piszczek cleared the ball out of bounds.
He was panting heavily.
His forehead was covered in sweat.
The cheers at the Westfalen Stadium gradually subsided.
Borussia Dortmund fans are starting to feel uneasy.
Monaco is now in control of the game.
Is this the price for releasing that Chinese genius on the other side?
Time passed little by little.
Both sides created opportunities.
Reus' long-range shot went wide of the post.
Mbappe's shot from inside was blocked out of bounds.
Hummels' header went over the crossbar.
Bernardo Silva's lobbed shot grazed the post.
The pace of the game is getting faster and faster.
85 minutes.
Yaldin was the first to play his last card.
Traore makes his appearance.
Lemar is substituted.
"Monaco is ready to fight to the death!"
"This is a very clear signal!"
Sidelines.
Tuchel also sensed the danger.
He kept waving towards the field.
This indicates that the team should retreat a bit.
The last few minutes.
Don't give Monaco any room to fight back.
The 88th minute of the match.
Dortmund launched their most dangerous counter-attack in the second half.
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Shinji Kagawa has finally escaped his defensive duties.
They reappeared in the attack zone.
A through ball.
Aubameyang gets another one-on-one chance.
"Danger!"
"Aubameyang!"
The whole of Westphalia was ready to cheer.
Subasic stepped up again.
He leaped to save the situation.
He lifted the ball over the crossbar with one hand.
"A miraculous save!"
"It's Subasic again!"
"He delivered a world-class performance, keeping Monaco's hopes alive until the very last moment!"
Subasic got up from the ground.
Without any hesitation, he picked up the ball and charged straight towards the edge of the penalty area.
He threw the ball with all his might.
Counterattack!
Near the center circle.
Jiang Ming received the ball.
Turn around.
forward.
All in one go.
Weigel, Shinji Kagawa, and Schmelzer pounced on them.
The three men closed in simultaneously.
Cheers erupted in Westphalia.
They seemed to have already seen the end of Monaco's counterattack.
Available in the next second.
Jiang Ming gently tapped his right foot.
He turned his back to Shinji Kagawa, then stopped the ball and pulled it back.
"The Marseille Turn! It's the Marseille Turn again!"
After creating space, Jiang Ming did not hesitate.
One kick!
The ball rolled out from between three Dortmund players.
"pretty!"
"It's out!"
"What kind of ball-cleaning ability is this?"
The three Dortmund players no longer had time to keep an eye on Jiang Ming.
They all retreated to defend.
Bernardo Silva received the ball smoothly and advanced forward.
Sven Bender was forced to take the shot.
Dortmund's defense has shown signs of weakening.
Bernardo Silva didn't hold onto the ball; he chipped it directly into the penalty area at a 45-degree angle
Traore, the black towering figure inside the penalty area, had been waiting for a long time. He overpowered Hummels in front of him and headed the ball towards the goal!
Weidenfeller was equally focused and managed to save what seemed like a sure goal.
The football flew out of the penalty area.
This moment.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the football.
Nobody noticed.
A red and white figure had already quietly reached the top of the penalty area.
"This is----"
"Jiang Ming!"
"It's him again!"
"Relying on his keen sense of opportunity, he actually arrived at the landing point first!"
Tuchel on the sidelines had completely disregarded his status as a renowned coach.
He waved his arms wildly and shouted frantically, "Quick! Lower the shovel! Block it!"
The young Chinese boy stood still in place.
Jiang Ming took a deep breath.
I could feel my leg muscles twitching.
A force began to gradually emerge.
Receiving the ball.
Swing your leg.
A volley.
boom!
The football transformed into a streak of white light.
Heading straight for the top right corner of the goal.
Weidenfeller took to the air.
The fingertips were only millimeters away from the football.
But in the end, they never met.
Swish!
The net exploded.
2 is better than 2!