Chapter 203 Premier League Hope
Chapter 203 Premier League Hope
There were boos all over the Camp Nou.
Song Wen stood on the sidelines, raised his hand arrogantly, indicating to the Barcelona fans that they could shout louder because he couldn't hear them at all!
In the Douyin live broadcast room, Fan Zhiyi's mouth corners are harder to suppress than AK.
"Oh, this kid, he got it wrong again."
Zhan Jun looked at the information nervously and said:
"I also saw a very scary data about Song Wen. We know that whether in Ipswich or Atletico Madrid, generally speaking, Song Wen is the one who takes the corner kicks. But occasionally we also see that Song Wen will ask to give up the corner kicks and choose to stand in the penalty area."
Zhan Jun paused, as if he could not believe his eyes, and said half-doubtfully:
"In this case, Song Wen's success rate in scoring goals with headers reached a terrifying 62%. In other words, on average, for every three times that Song Wen stood in the penalty area and headed the ball, he would score twice!"
Hearing Zhan Jun's words, Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.
Although he had absolute trust in Song Wen, he still subconsciously had doubts when he heard the data.
As a professional player, hearing this kind of data sounds like a fantasy.
"For every three headers, there are two goals?"
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but ask again.
"That's right," Zhan Jun nodded. "Of course, I mean that it must meet the prerequisites just now. And according to statistics, this situation will happen in almost every game, that is, Song Wen will take the initiative to give up the corner kick and choose to attack in the penalty area. But similarly, this situation only happens once in each game!"
Hearing what Zhan Jun said, Fan Zhiyi took a breath.
He couldn't help but speak subconsciously:
"Seriously, could this kid have some kind of system?"
The comments in the live broadcast room were already boiling at this time.
[Fuck, is this true? Teacher Zhan Jun will go to jail for spreading rumors.]
[What does it mean that two goals were scored with three headers? Do you know what you are talking about? 】
[Once in one game, that means that Songluozi will at least score one goal in every game. ]
【As confirmed by Song Wen’s 30-year-old fans, Zhan Jun’s data is absolutely correct.】】
[Fan Zhiyi solved the case. This guy definitely has a system! ]
At this time, the camera also turned to Song Wen. After seeing Song Wen, Fan Zhiyi screamed in disbelief.
"Hey! What did I see! Zhan Jun, look!"
Zhan Jun was startled by Fan Zhiyi's sudden surprise. He squinted his eyes and looked for a long time, wondering:
"It's nothing?"
Fan Zhiyi shouted, "Didn't you see Song Wen sweating? It's been a long time since I saw this kid sweating after playing a whole game!"
Zhan Jun was stunned for a moment.
It would be abnormal for a person to not sweat after playing a football game.
But if this person is Song Wen, and he sweats during the game, that is definitely not normal.
At the same time, on the other side in England.
Emirates Stadium.
Arsenal's home stadium is extremely lively at this moment.
Even though there was no Arsenal match today, cheers could still be heard from a certain office.
There are several old men over 50 years old sitting in Wenger's office.
But at this moment, the office is filled with the atmosphere of youth and happiness.
Manchester United manager Mourinho didn't care about his image at the moment. He held a red wine glass in his hand and twisted his butt in front of the TV.
"Hahaha! I knew this kid could do it! Look at him, he's clearly a monster! No one can defeat him!!"
Except for Tottenham's head coach who is not here, the other five coaches of the Premier League's big six are now all gathered here to watch the La Liga games.
The uncle touched his beard and said with a smile:
"This kid has never disappointed anyone. His performance today was amazing."
"Look at him," Wenger said. "He is really serious today."
For these old men, today's match between Atletico Madrid and Barcelona is naturally the focus of their attention.
You know, if Song Wen joined the stronger Atletico Madrid and still lost to Barcelona, people would be able to draw a conclusion quickly.
The Premier League is not as good as La Liga.
The big six in the Premier League combined are not enough for Barcelona to beat with one hand.
These coaches have all been caught in the rain because of Song Wen in the Premier League.
And because they had been caught in the rain, they naturally hoped that Song Wen could take down Barcelona's umbrella.
Seeing Song Wen reverse the score at this moment, these old men were happier than if their team had won the game.
"But I think this game won't end so soon," said the old man, smiling at Wenger. "You are so old now. I suggest you prepare some quick-acting heart-saving pills first. Messi today was the strongest I have seen in recent years."
"In terms of overall strength, Atletico still has some gaps compared to Barcelona. But in fact, in my opinion, the biggest problem today is that Atletico is visiting Camp Nou, and coupled with the huge disadvantage in past records, you can see that both Costa and Griezmann played very badly today. If they can play at 80% of their usual level, I think Atletico will have a greater chance of winning today's game."
Song Wen didn't know that his systematic work had been completed by others. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Messi.
Another wave of attack from Barcelona began.
For Barcelona now, perhaps their defense is already old and frail, but on the offensive end, they are still the best in the world.
The grass at Camp Nou glowed with a cold blue light under the snow. When Messi gently pushed the ball to Suarez, the entire Barcelona front line suddenly started to mesh and turn like precision gears.
Busquets retreated to the central defender position to provide support. This seemingly conservative movement instantly made Atletico's high-pressure defense ineffective - when Costa pounced on Pique, Barcelona's No. 4 used the outside of his foot to send a surgical-like diagonal long pass.
The football drew a 30-meter parabola in the air and accurately found Rakitic in the open space on the right rib.
The Croatian midfielder didn't wait for the ball to land, but lightly pushed the ball with the instep to Iniesta's running path. The whole transfer was so smooth that it seemed as if it had been calculated by a quantum computer.
"Tiki-Taka!" The Spanish commentary booth burst into cheers.
Iniesta suddenly kicked the ball back with his heel when being double-teamed by three people, and Messi, who was following up, picked up the ball.
The ball drew a strange banana ball trajectory in the wind and snow, passed over Godin's head and fell to the left side of the penalty area - there should have been a vacuum area in Atletico's defense, but at this moment, Suarez's ghostly figure flashed.
The moment the Uruguayan striker stopped the ball with his chest, Jimenez crushed him like a tank.
At the critical moment, Suarez kicked the ball towards the penalty spot with his heel, and Messi's leg swing was so fast that even the high-speed camera left an afterimage.
Oblak's gloves were just a millimeter away from the ball, but before he touched the ball, he heard a muffled "bang" - Godin used the back of his head to head the shot out of the baseline!
"This is Atletico Madrid!" Simeone roared as he ripped off his tie on the sidelines. The veins on the Argentine's temples looked particularly hideous under the snow.
In the corner area, Messi wiped the snow off his shin guards and glanced at the red and blue and red and white jerseys tangled in the penalty area. He suddenly raised three fingers, and a deafening roar of war immediately rang out from the south stand of Camp Nou.
At the moment Alba made a false run to the front post, Messi's corner kick spun towards the back post.
Pique headed the ball over Jimenez, and Busquets, who was lurking at the penalty spot, volleyed the ball, but Oblak tipped it over the crossbar with one hand.
The second penalty kick was intercepted by Rakitic, the Croatian faked a shot and passed the ball, which went along the grass through six legs and landed at Messi's feet.
At this moment, time seems to be slowed down.
Messi received the ball on the right side of the arc, and Koke and Thomas' close defense was about to form a death angle.
The Argentine suddenly used the inside of his left foot to push the ball towards the snow pile between the two of them, and the ball rolled at a strange speed slowing down due to the resistance of the snow.
When Atletico's two defensive midfielders fell to the ground due to inertia, Messi had already slipped through the crowd like a ghost and lightly picked up the football with the outside of his right foot.
"Fried meatballs!" As Zhan Jun exclaimed, Godin's sliding tackle stirred up a cloud of snow and mist.
The moment Messi fell to the ground, he poked the ball with the toe of his right foot, which he was not good at, and the ball went through the five-centimeter gap under Oblak's armpit and into the net.
The entire goal-scoring process, from the corner kick to the final goal, Barcelona completed a breathtaking 23 consecutive passes!
The moment the electronic scoreboard jumped to 3-3, the Camp Nou was shaken.
Messi was overwhelmed by his teammates, with Suarez even ripping the hem of his jersey.
The camera swept across Atletico's penalty area, and Godin was staring at the transmission track on the snow.
"This is the football IQ of the Cosmos team!" The editor-in-chief of Mundo Deportivo posted a lot of goat emojis on Twitter.
Slow motion shows that from Busquets's instigation in the backcourt to Messi's final goal, the Barcelona team ran a staggering 583 meters in total, but they always kept the ball within a radius of meters with Messi as the center.
Atletico Madrid goalkeeper Oblak slammed his gloves onto the grass. The Slovenian had just made two world-class saves, but still couldn't stop the killing intent created by Messi in a very small space.
The broadcast screen gave a heat distribution map at the right time: Barcelona's passing network was centered on Messi, forming a hot red vortex on the left rib.
At this moment, the wind and snow were getting stronger, and Song Wen was wiping the ice off his eyelashes in the middle circle.
Fan Zhiyi tactically unscrewed the thermos cup, and the mist from the wolfberry mixed with the steam blurred the data jumping on the tactical screen.
He stared at the slow-motion replay of Messi dribbling past Godin, his Adam's apple rolling twice before he spoke: "Barcelona's passing and control is like a precision machine tool. Look at how Xiaobai knocked the ball with his heel, and Busquets moved to the empty space three seconds in advance. It takes twenty years of cerebral thrombosis to practice this routine."
Zhan Jun's fingers slid quickly on the touch screen, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light: "The data is out. Barcelona's attack, from the backcourt to the goal, had a total of 27 passes, and the players who touched the ball covered all positions except the goalkeeper. Messi's lateral running distance in the offensive third zone reached an astonishing 23 meters, but the actual displacement..." He deliberately paused for half a beat, "only 4 meters."
"This is the horror of Tiki-Taka!" Fan Zhiyi suddenly slammed the table, scaring the director to cut to a close-up of Godin's studs. "Look at the look in Umtiti's eyes before he passed the ball. He wasn't looking for a receiving point at all. He was sending Morse code to the whole team!"
The tactical screen was suddenly covered in red and blue heat, and the fluorescent lines representing Barcelona's passing routes were woven into a spider web.
Zhan Jun zoomed in on the five-second scene before Messi received the ball: "Pay attention to Suarez's off-ball movement. He seemed to be pulling to the left, but in fact he was clearing the corridor for Alba to run in from behind. This kind of sacrificial movement data." He pulled up the comparison chart, "This season, he ranks last among La Liga forwards."
Fan Zhiyi suddenly pointed at a detail and yelled: "Fuck! Messi touched the grass before receiving the ball. This old guy is measuring the wind speed!"
Slow motion showed the moment the Argentine's fingertips brushed the grass, and the ball bounced off Busquets' heel.
"83% pass success rate, 91% conversion rate of touches in the third offensive zone." Zhan Jun called up Barcelona's Champions League data this season, "What's more terrifying is their error correction ability - Rakitic faced pressure twice in this attack, and both times he resolved it by changing the line with his heel!"
Fan Zhiyi smashed his thermos cup heavily on Messi's heat map: "Did the referee team have cataracts tonight? It was like Song Wen was dragged by his jersey to go through security check. Is there a group of sloths in the referee room?" He pointed in the direction of the linesman, "The muscle memory of that guy holding the flag is still stuck in the 06 World Cup!"
And as Barcelona scored a goal, the barrage of comments became more and more heated.
[The ceiling is reached! Dwarfs, kneel before me!]
[Twenty-seven kicks gave me a brain orgasm!]
[Messi is touching the grass to select a grave for Song Wen!]
[Referee: The grass at Camp Nou can trip people up~]
[The referee room is broadcasting Tom and Jerry?]
[Busquets has magnets in his heels, right?]
[It is recommended to check if there is a pass track buried under the turf!]
[Don’t worry, Emperor Song! Scientifically cultivate plums to accumulate merit!]
[3-2! The wind on the rooftop is a bit noisy~]
[Buy Messi's next shot at the goal post!]
[Real-time correct odds are diving!]
[It is confirmed that the dog dealer is controlling the market! Return your money!]
[It is recommended that Barcelona apply for the Guinness World Record for the longest pass chain]
[Umtiti's acting skills are better than those of popular stars]
[The essence of passing and controlling: turning your opponent into a spectator]
[Song Wen fans are developing a pass counting APP]
When the referee blew the whistle to restart the game, the time on the big screen showed that it was already seventy-five minutes.
There were less than twenty minutes left until the end of the game, including injury time.
As soon as Song Wen got the ball, Suarez rushed over.
The Uruguayan striker now takes on the task of putting defensive pressure on Song Wen as soon as possible.
Facing the Uruguayan striker who was rushing towards him, Song Wen just passed the ball lightly, allowing Suarez to rush past him.
Suarez subconsciously stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Song Wen.
But Song Wen's strength was really too great. What surprised the Uruguayan was that even though he still had the inertia to rush forward, he couldn't hold the opponent back.
(End of this chapter)