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Chapter 602 The horn of battle!(1/2)

The Bayer Arena is still celebrating, while the Leverkusen fans are in silence. The fans of both sides are in a completely opposite mood. The draw is a big blow to Leverkusen, but it is like a victory for Porto.

The first half is about to end, and Porto can tie the game with Leverkusen at 1:1. Isn’t this a result worth being happy? Porto is more of a draw based on luck.

Judging from the shooting opportunities alone, Porto's chances are definitely not as good as Leverkusendo. Leverkusen completed ten shots in the first half, but only scored one goal. Porto had four shots in total, and also scored one goal, and the goal efficiency was more than twice that of Leverkusen. Most of the time, Porto was very passive, but they played their defensive level to the fullest and dragged the draw to the end of the first half.

Even Woller felt a little unbalanced. Although it was acceptable, it was not very pleasant to feel. Although he was not a greedy head coach, according to Leverkusen's recent state, he should have at least one goal lead in the first half, even if there were few goals, and most of the time he led two goals. When he reached the second half, he would have many tactical choices.

But now?

He quickly walked into the player's passage, thinking about how to adjust the halftime.

"ah,"

"This coward,"

"He will definitely not think about how to attack,"

"This guy is as timid as a mouse."

"This is a damn conservative tactic."

"You can't miss the home court advantage in vain."

In the stands, Klopp, who had already left Dortmund, was lying on the railing, talking to himself. He was not optimistic about any adjustments that Waller would have to look forward to in the second half, and would still make the team carefully hold the kicks to ensure that there would be no accidents at home. This is Waller. And he, Klopp? If he was holding Leverkusen's coaching stick, perhaps there would be corpses everywhere and a sea of ​​fire. Porto could not defend so calmly here.

He is very confident, although he has never been in charge of the first team.

"Ah, this guy," he glanced at him and saw the former Barcelona assistant coach Mourinho again. He didn't know Mourinho at first, but after the German media reprinted their tactical articles at the same time, he knew Mourinho. Of course, he scoffed at Mourinho's tactics. After seriousness and comparison, only a small part of him agreed with Mourinho's tactics, that is, the speed of counterattack is the same, and the other aspects are completely different.

He recognized Mourinho's quick counterattack, but he definitely did not agree with Mourinho's defensive tactics. He was completely defending and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack? There is such a stupid coach in this world who is willing to leave the battlefield space completely for his opponent? It's so stupid.

Before Mourinho appeared in front of Porto's coach's seat, he had already studied Porto's tactics. Porto's offensive tactics were very clear, so he focused on Jadel's tactics, almost all attacking and defending, and his style of play was strong. But now from the first half, Porto's tactics have changed, and what has changed should be the ones that the guy in front of him did.

"Can you stand 90 minutes?"

"After sixty or seventy minutes in the second half, Porto's players still have enough physical strength to support this defense?"

"dream."

"I'll still lose."

Klopp still scoffed at Mourinho's tactics, believing that Porto could not withstand 90 minutes, and that a collapse would be a matter of time sooner or later.

But his face darkened randomly, "It's a pity that the coach is that pig."

"There is still a possibility."

He had to lower his posture again.

...

...

In the locker room, Waller first summarized the first half.

"We played well, our skills and tactics were basically in place, but we lacked more goals. As long as we continue to maintain this offensive posture in the second half, the goals will come sooner or later."

"Ronaldinho, you're a little quiet on the left. You can play smarter, and if you can't solve the problem on the left, you can pass the ball to the middle earlier."

Criticism and suggestions that are just like skimming the water.

"Frank, please pay attention to protecting yourself. Rubens's feet are too dirty to run, so we can't be injured."

"We still have too many problems with our defense. The two yellow cards in the first half can be avoided. Our defense is not deep enough. Zheng, your return to the defense protects the back line, which is done quite well. I need you to continue to protect the defense line in the second half. We must ensure that we are invincible."

"This is a war that cannot be lost. We need to show enough patience. The draw is not bad. We will always wait for goals."

"Michael, you need to invest more energy in the offense and return to defense in time. None of them is missing, and even don't take too much risk when the opportunity is bad."

“Only defending can you win the championship.”

The soldiers listened to Waller's speech silently, but no change in everyone's face, they were not excited or excited at all. These words all sounded calloused in their ears. It was defense again, when will the defense last? The opponent scored a away goal and did not score a goal again, would you like to wait to go to the away game before solving the problem?

Whenever the most critical moment comes, Leverkusen's players' ideas still conflict with Waller's ideas, although everyone doesn't say anything.

Woller was not a fool either. Last time he heard something from Ribery's mouth, so he glanced at his disciples a few more times.

It means: "We must be clear that our goal is to reach the finals,"

"Our tactical ideas must be unified and tactics must be implemented in place. If they fail, I will take responsibility. But if we can't do it? That means our team is not united at all."

This is a tactful reminder for everyone. If you fail, the responsibility is Woller himself, but if you think that the tactics are not implemented properly and your thoughts are not unified? Then the responsibility is not him Woller, but the players.

However, Zheng Zhi was always shaking his head in his heart.

Waller is really lacking in passion. In such an important semifinal, Waller's language does not have any strength. If it were Ferguson, Mourinho, or Klopp and Shuster, their speeches in the locker room would be exciting and exciting.

But now, there is no.

Just like a group of people who were step by step asked the leader to comment a few words while resting, and then continued to work later. Where is the passion...

How can this work? Zheng Zhi seemed to hear Santos and Mourinho roaring with fists in the away locker room, blowing the horn of the battle at Jadel, Deco and others. They were already excited and ready to go, waiting for the second half to start.

In comparison with morale, Porto players must have the advantage. At this time, his teammates didn't seem to feel such an atmosphere.

Just as everyone was in silence, Zheng Zhi suddenly spoke quietly:

"Guys,"

"Did you hear it?"

He said, lifting his right hand and putting it in his ear to listen.

"What did you hear?"

Ronaldinho was very puzzled, and Ribery next to him was also confused. In fact, everyone looked at Zheng Zhi unexpectedly. Apart from the beeping of Waller just now, what else was there?

"What did you hear?"

Barak imitated him, spread his palms and put them in his ears. However, there was no sound at all, except for his breath...

"enemy,"

"The voice of the enemy,"

"They are shouting wildly, their blood is surging, and their morale is rising, like a flood of beasts, they want to kill us."

!!!

Paralysis, Zheng! You're so hell! We heard nothing! Nothing was heard! Emerson's eyes clearly flashed with panic, but his mouth did not open, and he quickly fantasized about the other party's aura.

"real,"

"We must be motivated now,"

"The moment we walked out of the door of the locker room,"

"They will come to us wildly, and we must be prepared at this moment!"

“The battle starts by pushing open the locker room door, not walking to the court!”

"Brothers!"

"fighting!!!!!!!!!"

Zheng Zhi suddenly shouted with real arms.

"fighting!!!!!!!!!"

Rumble...

This time, the voice came out and broke into the door again. Everyone felt creepy in the away locker room.

“What’s the situation?”

"Crazy?"

"What are they calling in ghosts?"

???

No one can understand.

But within a few seconds.

"fighting!!!!!!!!"

Ten times loud sound swept across, like the sonic boom caused by the passing of a fighter plane, making people tremble involuntarily.

Of course, the Porto people could hear it clearly.

It's a declaration of battle!

It is the declaration of the Leverkusen fighting team.

Mourinho immediately jumped out alertly.

"The enemy is roaring!"

"Young guys, go to the battlefield! Kill!"

"kill!"

...
To be continued...
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