r18novel Chapter 79 Mid-Game Loan: A Do-or-Die Strategy!
Chapter 79 Mid-Game Loan: A Do-or-Die Strategy!
Chapter 79 Mid-Game Loan: A Do-or-Die Strategy!
"Focus on the game, and don't underestimate your opponents!"
Coach Schmidt seemed somewhat annoyed by the poor performance of his defenders.
Of course, despite his annoyance, Schmidt didn't think there was anything wrong with his tactics.
They are a prestigious Bundesliga team.
Second-tier league teams can never be a match for top-tier league teams!
After making a slight adjustment, Leverkusen began to put pressure on Leipzig.
However, the 11 players on the Leipzig field are no pushovers, especially number 20.
That legendary Mr. Goodman!
He actually dared to try and suppress his opponent!
"Anthony-Jon, pass it directly!"
"For Hao Ren!"
"Pass it into the penalty area again!"
Wow!!!
The home team's fans stood up at the same time.
Poulsen has received the ball in the penalty area!
As Poulsen prepared to adjust his shot, two Leverkusen center-backs came over at the same time and blocked the Leipzig captain's shooting route with their bodies.
"Oh!"
It's a real shame that Leipzig failed to capitalize on this opportunity to turn the game around.
"Whoosh, beep beep!!!"
The first half is over!
"Fuck!"
Poulsen vented his anger in the penalty area, and Hao Ren ran over to comfort him: "It's okay, 1-1 is still alright."
Yusuf, wait for the second half!
Hao Ren is right.
The opponent was Bayer Leverkusen, and a 1-1 draw at halftime was already quite good.
What's more, there's a second half!
Leipzig still has a chance!
"RB!"
"RB!"
The Leipzig players were cheered by the fans as they left the field.
Putting aside the first 15 minutes, Leipzig's performance in today's match was quite good.
"Go Goodman! Go Poulsen!"
"You played very well!"
Hao Ren turned his head toward the direction from which the cheers were coming and nodded slightly.
Mr. Goodman did not speak, but the fans should be able to understand his meaning from that nod.
"We played very well, really very well. In the entire 2. Bundesliga, I don't think any other team could play like this against Leverkusen."
Rangnick's first words made all the players in the room look up.
Ralph has never given such an exaggerated evaluation before!
"Of course, we are currently first in the 2. Bundesliga, so this is the result we should achieve."
Rangnick paced back and forth in front of the tactical board: "The experience in the first half taught us that if we want to win, we have to pick up the pace. Although our opponents are better than us, it doesn't matter. They have abilities that we don't have, and of course, we have abilities that they don't have."
After speaking, Rangnick quickly drew arrows on the tactics board. The circles representing forwards were pointed towards his own penalty area, while the circles representing full-backs and defensive midfielders were pointed towards the opponent's penalty area.
"A surprise attack!"
"Attack them by surprise!"
"We need to work on areas where our opponents are unclear. Remember, in modern football, a player's role on the field is not fixed. When facing an opponent we cannot beat, blurring the lines of position can often bring us closer to our strong rivals."
"What's the purpose of location ambiguity? Come on, Goodman, tell me!"
"Um?"
Hao Ren was stunned for a moment, and was just about to answer when Rangnick didn't give him the chance.
"The primary purpose of blurring positions is to create a numerical advantage in the short term! Remember how we found our shooting opportunities in the first half?"
"The striker goes up, the defensive midfielder goes up too!"
"If we have one or even two more attacking players than their defenders, then possession in the attacking third will definitely be ours!"
After talking for a while, Rangnick's glasses were even a little crooked.
While Rangnick was adjusting his glasses, Almas gathered all the players together, and captain Poulsen gave a speech.
"This is the knockout stage, guys. If we lose, our season is over."
"But I don't want it to end, and neither do you. So even if our opponent is Leverkusen, we have to give it a try."
"Can we go for it together this time?"
Poulsen stood in the center of the circle, and the Leipzig players all placed their hands on their captain.
"Go Leipzig!"
"Aren't you leaving yet, Goode! Hurry up!"
Seeing Hao Ren still sitting on the stool eating a banana, Kimmich couldn't help but urge him on: "You are key to us."
"I know, you go first, it's okay, Brother Chicken, I'll be right there!"
Hao Ren waved.
After Kimmich left, only Hao Ren remained in the locker room.
With a standard wrist-slam shot, Hao Ren precisely tossed the banana peel into the trash can, and then his consciousness entered his brain.
In the first half of the game, he repaid the entire loan for the [Caicedo Meat Grinder Tackle Template], thus creating new loan space.
Operating the loan during the match was a bit difficult, so Hao Ren decided to do his job in midfield.
The opponent is Bayer Leverkusen, so we must make the most of every opportunity to improve ourselves!
[Frenzy-De Jong Ball-Dribbling Template (Expert) → (Replica)]
Proficiency: -284/0
Endurance: 66→68
Speed: 63 → 64
After the [François de Jong ball-carrying and advancing template] reached its maximum level, all of Hao Ren's templates have now reached 100% fusion!
After completing the loan process, Hao Ren stretched out his hands and carefully examined his palms.
At this moment, Hao Ren seemed to be able to feel a special power that was slowly coursing through his body.
That was Mr. Goodman's divine power!
boom!
The locker room door was suddenly opened, startling Hao Ren.
"Goodman!"
Rangnick, his face flushed, yelled at Hao Ren, "The second half has started! You're a starting player!"
"Oh, I know, I'll eat a banana!"
"hurry up!"
The second half has begun!
As planned, Rangnick made a substitution around the 58th minute.
【Flahn↓】
[Rebic↑]
This substitution was planned, and Leverkusen also made a substitution.
Schmidt has good observation skills. After noticing Hao Ren's physical strength, he replaced him with a 1.85-meter-tall midfielder.
Julian Brandt!
"Leverkusen's substitution was probably aimed at Mr. Goodman. But to be honest, I don't think it's very useful. Brandt is just tall; his defense is really terrible."
Wang Chao had one foot on a chair, revealing his knee in the shot.
"Believe it or not, this Brandt can't outrun Hao Ren."
"Hehe, this is hilarious! Keep yelling in the comments, you'll see soon enough what it means to understand football!"
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"Leipzig! Leipzig wants to dominate!"
"Kimmich has the ball and wants to pass it on! Kimmich, pass it on!"
"Holy crap, Kimmich's through ball is heading straight into the penalty area!"
"Leipzig is really going all out, are they that determined to win?"
Kimmich's through ball didn't create a shooting opportunity, but it boosted the team's morale.
"That's right, Chicken Bro!"
Hao Ren stood on the edge of Leverkusen's penalty area, shouting as if he wanted to kill the opposing goalkeeper. Mr. Goodman's fierce gaze made Toprak involuntarily take a half step back.
"Pass and control! Play pass and control!"
"Dribble it, get the ball moving!"
"Never mind that number 20!"
It's been 65 minutes now, and the score is still 1-1, which is making Schmidt very unhappy.
The script shouldn't have been written like this!
At this moment, Leverkusen should be leading 3-0, or even 4-0!
"Somewhat unexpectedly, Leipzig seems to have caused Leverkusen a lot of trouble." (German)
"Yes, the defensive midfielders and full-backs pushed forward to participate in the attack, and the three forwards pressed continuously. It is undeniable that Rangnick's tactics were very efficient. A 1-1 draw after 65 minutes—you know, many Bundesliga teams this season haven't been able to achieve such a score against Leverkusen."
"Based on the current score, I would give Leipzig a 10 out of 10 for this match."
"10 points?"
The commentator was surprised by his colleague's comment: "You're giving it a perfect score? What if Leipzig loses in the end? Still a 10?"
"Yes."
"Even if Leipzig loses this match, their performance will be perfect. 10 points!"
72 minutes!
"Sun Xing!"
"Son Xinghong is holding back very quickly!"
"But Son Xing can only get past Kimmich, not Hao Ren. What are you going to do about that?"
"Haha, awesome! Did you guys see that? Every time Son Heung-min dribbles and prepares to charge, Kimmich keeps a distance from him, just to wait for Hao Ren to come over."
"If this keeps going—don't be surprised, guys, there's a real chance of a draw."
"Leipzig may have drawn with Leverkusen in regular time."
[A tie? Streamer, didn't you bet on a straight win? What's the point of a tie?]
[Hilarious! If they had spent even 100 of their 1000 yuan betting on a draw, things wouldn't be like this now.]
[Anyone in the live stream who bet on a draw? Let me know!]
[6666, I almost made a fortune for Chao Ge! Chao Ge, if I didn't make money, you definitely can't either!]
"Grass!"
At first, he didn't think much of it, but as he watched the barrage of comments in the live stream, Wang Chao suddenly realized that he had lost out big time.
"Holy shit!"
"I should have bet on a draw! Oh well, what can I do, guys?"
"Let it be a draw. As long as my record is good, I don't care how much I lose! That's what justice is!"
boom!
"Oh!"
In the midst of laughter and conversation, Drmic went down in the penalty area, and chaos erupted instantly.
"No, no, no!"
Poulsen ran straight to the referee: "There was no foul, he fell down on his own!"
"I know, I saw it!"
The referee gestured to Poulsen not to rush, saying he had seen it clearly just now.
"call!!"
"Beep beep beep!!!"
The scene was filled with fake whistles, which just goes to show that the Red Bull Arena's 4-seat capacity is just too authoritative.
The most luxurious stadium in the entire 2. Bundesliga, with the largest seating capacity, achieved a record 98% attendance rate today!
Leipzig!
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Boom!
"Leipzig!"
Bang bang bang!
"Leipzig on fire!"
With the score still 1-1 after 80 minutes, the emotions of the home team's fans were completely ignited.
Although the match is not over yet, Leipzig has already proven their ability with this game.
Becoming a fan of Leipzig is not a bad thing!
"Substitute Kimmich off the bench — did they take my chicken out? Well, Rangnick must have his reasons. He probably wants to refresh the defensive players' stamina. Kimmich is a bit too much."
"—Hao Ren stole the ball directly."
"A long pass to the front!"
"Hao Ren handled it very decisively. It's also possible that he was a bit exhausted, so he didn't choose to push forward himself."
"Up front, Rebic, can you find a chance?"
As the attack unfolded, Rebic and Poulsen played a two-man game in the attacking third, waiting for their teammates to get into position.
Forsberg received the pass back and stopped the ball by stepping on it.
Hey!
Hao Ren came up from the left and successfully received the through ball from Forsberg.
Brandt approached from the side, but Hao Ren pretended not to see him and charged forward with the ball without hesitation.
When he was still a few meters away from the top of the arc, Hao Ren swung his right leg out.
Snapped!
[Carlos Outside-of-the-Foot Cannon Template (Reissue)]
Wow!!!
A sudden, high-speed shot came from the goalkeeper, Leno, who jumped up quickly and flicked the ball past the crossbar with his fingers.
"Whoosh!"
Leipzig's corner kick!
"Damn, that's awesome."
"Hao Ren shot at the goal more than once today. Is that really true?"
In the footage, Hao Ren, already covered in sweat, is panting heavily with a ferocious expression.
Good man!
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Good man!
The fans at the stadium are cheering him on!
This was Leipzig's best player today, without a doubt!
"How is it?"
Kimmich, sitting in the second row of the substitutes' bench, stuck his head out and carefully looked at the data on Almas's computer.
HR
【地面对抗：4/6；空中对抗：1/1；射门：1；抢断：8；进球：1】
"That's ruthless—"
Kimmich took a deep breath: "This needs an 8.5 rating, right?"
"It won't reach 8.5."
Almas shook his head: "We drew, not 8.5. But 7.5 should be no problem."
"Hmm!"
Kimmich looked up.
It was now the 86th minute of the second half, and Leipzig was preparing for their corner kick.
"Leipzig!"
Leipzig!
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"Whoa!!"
Snapped!
The corner kick is swept out, targeting Rebic and Poulsen in the penalty area!
The penalty area was quite chaotic, with players from both sides tangled together as they scrambled for headers.
Hao Ren couldn't get a suitable position, so he simply ran backwards.
"Could you do this for me?"
Hao Ren spoke up, hoping that Paulsen would notice him.
However, at this moment, Poulsen was in the midst of a fierce battle and was indeed unable to pay attention to Hao Ren.
boom!
The ball was headed in, but Leno blocked it!
Leipzig wins another corner kick!
"call!"
Learning from his previous experience, Hao Ren decided this time not to stay in the penalty area, but to wait at the far post in the middle.
Just as Dem was about to take the corner kick, Hao Ren gave a thumbs-up with his hand hidden behind his back.
"?"
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It's a bit strange why Hao Ren is asking for the ball there.
However, since it's a tactical arrangement by my teammates, I'll just follow it.
Snapped!
Dem took a corner kick, seemingly aimed at the penalty area, but the actual target was an open space in front of Hao Ren.
Wow!!!
"I'm here!"
Morris quickly ran out of the penalty area to create a chance for his teammate.
Hao Ren strode forward, ready to head the ball to Morris.
but----
Looking at the ball flying towards him, Hao Ren felt that the angle was simply too perfect.
Yes, I've got it!
In the footage, Hao Ren suddenly started running with small, quick steps, and after reaching a suitable position, he raised his right leg high.
"What the?"
Morris stopped and watched as Hao Renkong caught the corner kick.
Snapped!
With a very crisp sound, the ball was struck by Hao Ren with the outside of his foot, rushing towards the penalty area at a very fast speed.
The ball wasn't high, and Toprak tried to head it in, but for some reason the ball suddenly took a strange arc, bypassing Toprak and heading straight for the right post of the goal.
Leno stood motionless on the goal line.
Goal!
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