Chapter 228 Like a Juggling Clown

Chapter 228 Like a Juggling Clown

Chapter 228 Like a Juggling Clown
Song Wen's words left Neymar stunned.

He had suspected many times that he might have offended Song Wen unintentionally, but he never expected that the other party would target him so much just because he didn't know that Grealish? !
Seeing the shocked expression on Neymar's face, Song Wen sighed.

"Of course you wouldn't understand. It's a pity that you left Barcelona for money. Otherwise, with your good brother leading you, maybe you would still have some hope."

Song Wen's words made Neymar instantly furious.

He clenched his fists, wishing he could punch the other person in the face.

Just when Neymar was about to lose control, his younger brother Mbappe at Barcelona quietly walked up to him and whispered:
"Calm down, he's trying to irritate you."

Hearing Mbappe's words, Neymar suppressed his anger.

Mbappe is right, the game has just begun.

If I get sent off with a red card...

I didn't expect that at the critical moment, I still had to rely on Mbappe for reminders.

Seeing Song Wen had walked away, Neymar calmed down a little, and then he heard Mbappe continue to say:

"You can't beat him. If you do, he will definitely beat you down."

Neymar got angry instantly.

However, Mbappe's words were not finished yet.

"What's with all those fancy moves of his?"

"By the way, who is Grealish?"

Song Wen, who had already walked far away, suddenly turned his head and gave Mbappe a fatal look.

On the South Stand.

Grealish was wearing Atletico Madrid's cinema jersey, with his shirt tucked into his pants, revealing his perky buttocks, and was celebrating Song Wen's goal wildly.

A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean look in his forties standing behind him was so shocked that his eyes widened.

Neymar slammed the ball hard on the grass, and the trajectory of its rebound matched the pace of Mbappe's start.

The moment the Paris twin stars' eyes met, the boos from the south stand of the Parc des Princes were suddenly tactically silenced - this was the secret signal for the 72-hour special training before the game.

"Dual-core drive!" Zhan Jun's laser pen drew two intersecting red lines on the tactical board, "Neymar retreated to the front midfielder position to support Verratti, and Mbappe simultaneously inserted diagonally into the gap on the ribs!"

The Italian midfielder's overhead kick had a slight downward spin and accurately found Neymar ten meters away.

The moment the Brazilian's heel tapped, Atletico's two defensive midfielders Gabi and Koke came together as if attracted by a magnet.

This fell right into Paris' trap - when Mbappe passed by the two men, the acceleration sensor on the edge of his socks showed that his speed instantly exceeded 37km/h.

"Speed ​​change in the third zone!" Fan Zhiyi slammed the data panel, "Mbappe reached the maximum speed in the first two steps after touching the ball, and dropped to 21km/h when he suddenly stopped and changed direction in the third step!"

Juanfran's right knee brace made a harsh rubbing sound as he turned sharply, and the 33-year-old veteran watched helplessly as the Frenchman tiptoed the ball towards the penalty spot.

But Godin's roar tore through the killing intent: "Cross and fill in!"

Savic, who was originally marking Cavani, suddenly stepped back and used his back to block Neymar's forward route.

Mbappe's pupils suddenly shrank as he lost his receiving point - the passing space that was supposed to appear at the top of the penalty area was now filled with concrete by Song Wen's positioning tactics.

"Anti-induction trap!" Simeone tore at his wet tie on the sidelines.

The big-screen replay revealed the horrifying details: the moment Mbappe started, Atletico's entire defense line suddenly retreated two meters.

This is not a passive retreat, but a death trap that uses space to exchange for double-team time.

The mineral water bottle kicked away by Emery was still spinning in the air, and Alves had already discovered in despair that while Song Wen was intercepting the passing route, he was showing three fingers to Griezmann with his left hand.

This is Atletico's counterattack signal, meaning that three red lightning bolts will pierce the Paris half in three seconds.

Mbappe's socks were covered with grass. He looked at Neymar surrounded by four players and suddenly remembered the Brazilian's whisper during the early morning training: "That guy's defense is like artificial intelligence, but we have something he can't calculate."

The French striker dug his studs into the grass and completed a difficult side hook at the moment Oblak attacked.

The ball hit the suddenly raised knee.

"Gabi!" Zhan Jun's voice was split in two. "The 34-year-old veteran didn't even look at the ball when he predicted the shooting line!"

Slow motion showed that Gabi was staring at the trembling of Mbappe's calf muscles when he swung his legs.

When the Frenchman completed the shot 0.3 seconds before, Gabi had already called on the muscle memory formed by twenty years of defensive experience.

The cheers at the Parc des Princes caught in their throats as the phalanx of Atletico fans broke into a mechanical war song.

The broadcast camera swept across the VIP box, and the cigar in the hands of Paris chairman Al-Khelaifi was crushed into pieces - he could see clearly that the initiator of this textbook-level defense was No. 17.

"See!" Simeone grabbed the assistant coach and yelled, "This is the complete Atletico Madrid!"

The data panel was jumping wildly: Paris touched the ball 23 times in this attack, with a pass success rate of 92% and an expected goal value of 0.87, but was completely dismantled by Atletico Madrid with three precise positioning, two tactical fouls and a goalkeeper save.

Emery slumped down, the words "XJBT tactics" on the tactical board stung his eyes.

The seven offensive plans he carefully designed were as fragile as paper in front of the defensive matrix constructed by Song Wen.

There was a sudden burst of booing from the north stand, and Paris fans greeted the sports director in slang - why didn't they spend 500 million euros to buy that devil!
When Oblak kicked the ball through the rain, the broadcast screen suddenly split: on the left was a close-up of Mbappe looking up at the scoreboard blankly, and on the right was a live broadcast of Song Wen making a "zero block" gesture to the camera of his mobile phone.

Zhan Jun took off his headset and sighed: "This is not a football game, it's clearly a dimensionality reduction attack!"

Grealish in the south stand suddenly raised his arms, and when the hem of Atletico Madrid's jersey was lifted up, the Chinese characters "God Slayer" tattooed on his waist were revealed.

The Mediterranean uncle had no idea that he was imitating the same celebration action - the blood of a seventeen-year-old was awakening in his forty-year-old body.

At the same time, the ball kicked by Oblak had already reached Song Wen's feet!

Song Wen tapped the grass with his toes, and the moment the football bounced under Alves' crotch, a quantum crack was torn in the space on the right side of Paris.

Griezmann suddenly retreated from the front line to the ribs. This seemingly ordinary movement made the hairs on the back of Marquinhos' neck stand on end - the French striker's feint of sinking his left shoulder was clearly the trick Messi used to tease him last month.

"Trident linkage!" Zhan Jun's laser pen drew three tangled spiral lines on the tactical board, "Pay attention to Costa's back-to-back position!"

When Thiago Silva reached out to grab Costa's jersey, the Spanish center suddenly used his heel to knock the ball into the forty-five-degree space.

This was not a regular pass, but a "blind spot pass" specially trained in the Atletico Madrid locker room - Costa stared at the right sideline the whole time, but the trajectory of the pass accurately found Griezmann who was running on the left wing.

"Visual deception!" Fan Zhiyi slapped the tactical board, "Silva's center of gravity was deceived by Costa's eye muscles for 0.3 seconds!"

Griezmann did not stop the ball the moment he received it, but used the outside of his foot to flick the ball towards the middle. This half-ball treatment was extremely dangerous, but it just passed through the defensive gap between Verratti and Marquinhos.

Song Wenru appeared on the passing route like a ghost, and his right ankle suddenly turned inward 15 degrees - it seemed like he was going to shoot with great force, but in fact it turned into a push with the instep of his foot!

Just a few seemingly smooth passes, but the ball was sent into the penalty area of ​​Paris Saint-Germain!

At this moment, Song Wen has already kicked the ball! !
"Triple fake move!" Zhan Jun's voice split, "First, Griezmann's untouched change of direction, then Costa's eye contact, and finally Song Wen's ankle swing to deceive the goalkeeper!"

The moment Areola pounced on the near corner, the ball rolled along the grass towards the far post.

This was not a shot, but an invitation to death - Costa had successfully made an offside move without knowing when, and his thick calf muscles burst out with an agility that was inconsistent with his body size, and his heels lightly tapped the ball.

"Wow!"

When the net created white waves, there was a strange break in the sound waves at the Parc des Princes.

The broadcast camera accurately captured the twitching corners of Neymar's mouth, and the Brazilians clearly saw that in this attack, the running trajectory of the Atletico trident was exactly the "death triangle" that MSN was most proud of back then, but the completion speed was a full 1.2 seconds faster than their peak period.

"See?" Simeone pointed with three fingers on the sidelines, "This is the real three-dimensional attack!"

The big-screen replay revealed horrifying details: when Song Wen started to advance, Griezmann suddenly pulled two defensive players sideways; and at the moment when Costa passed the ball with his back, Song Wen had a slight pause with his right foot - this was the last step of adjustment before waiting for the French striker to complete the offside.

Fan Zhiyi suddenly grabbed the microphone and shouted, "Pay attention to the psychological game of this attack! Griezmann looked at the linesman twice when he retreated, which was to deliberately make the Paris defenders suspect offside; 0.5 seconds before passing the ball, Song Wen deliberately avoided Costa's sight and locked the running position with his peripheral vision; the most amazing thing was Costa, he coughed at Silva before he started running!"

Grealish in the south stand tore off his jersey frantically, revealing the newly tattooed Chinese characters "God Killer" on the side of his waist.

The Mediterranean uncle went completely crazy, and his 40-year-old beer belly even imitated the rudiments of Cruyff's turn - until he was pushed back to his seat by security personnel.

"Dimensionality reduction strike!" Zhan Jun's commentary was accompanied by a metallic tremor. "Back then, MSN still had to rely on individual ability to blast through, but Atletico's trident is playing with space folding!"

A historical comparison suddenly popped up on the data panel: MSN averaged 0.8 goals per game during their peak period, and the Atletico trident had already scored twice as a team in the first 12 minutes of this game.

The camera swept across the Paris bench, and Emery was hitting his forehead with the tactical board.

This coach, who is known for his meticulous tactical play, saw clearly that Song Wen was not only the core of the organization in the offense, but also a tactical computer that performed real-time calculations - every time he touched the ball, he was correcting his teammates' positioning errors and using millimeter-level passes to make up for the technical limitations of Griezmann and Costa.

As Atletico players gathered to celebrate, Song Wen suddenly pointed to the south stand.

Grealish's celebration action froze in an instant, and he saw the boy showing "three fingers" - this was the secret signal agreed upon before the game, indicating that the third attack would tear apart Paris' right flank defense line.

In the live broadcast room, Zhan Jun shouted excitedly:

"Twelve minutes! In just twelve minutes, Atletico Madrid scored two away goals at Paris Saint-Germain's home stadium. This is simply a dream start! And for Paris Saint-Germain, I'm afraid hell is just like this at the moment!"

Fan Zhiyi noticed Song Wen raising three fingers and shouted:
"And you see, it's clear that Atletico Madrid's attack has no intention of stopping. Their next goal is the third goal!"

For Song Wen, the more goals he can score in today's away game, the better.

In this way, when the next round comes, you can completely rest and don’t have to go on the court.

After all, who would want to drag out a matter that can be resolved in one round into two rounds?

There is an advantage on away goals in the Champions League.

As long as there are more than three goals in this game and Paris is prevented from scoring any goals, when Paris Saint-Germain plays away at Atletico's home in the next round, Atletico can qualify 100% even if they don't score any goals and only defend.

After all, Atletico Madrid's defense is not to be underestimated.

But the scene of Song Wen raising three fingers looked like shit on the heads of Paris Saint-Germain fans.

There was a roar of boos at the Parc des Princes.

Facing the boos from Paris fans, Song Wen pointed to the stands and half lifted his jersey.

Fan Zhiyi immediately understood what Song Wen was doing and said with a smile:

"Song Wen, hahaha! He should be telling the fans of Paris Saint-Germain, do you also want to remember my jersey number like the fans at the Bernabeu and Camp Nou?"

on the court at this time.

Neymar's head was a little confused.

This was not just because of Paris' nightmare start in which they conceded two goals in the first twelve minutes.

It is also because Song Wen still used the Samba football style in the process of organizing the attack just now!

"How on earth did he do that?!"

Neymar was puzzled.

At this moment, he finally realized what Messi meant when he complained to him that night.

"Don't even think about defeating him. He's not even human."

But unlike Neymar, Mbappe's eyes are still burning with fighting spirit at this moment.

He is almost the same age as Song Wen, and is at the age when one is proud and arrogant.

And judging from Song Wen's performance today, the speed that he is most proud of should be faster than Song Wen.

After all, Song Wen was only concerned with being elegant today.

As long as he is faster than Song Wen, then for Mbappe, he will win one point over Song Wen.

You know, what Song Wen was praised most by fans before was his terrifying speed.

Even when playing against Real Madrid, Bale's speed was surpassed by Song Wen.

But Mbappe is not worried.

After all, Bale, that glass man, has been injured for so long.

The speed of that game was far from his previous peak state.

As long as today, he can find an opportunity to surpass Song Wen in speed.

Then no matter whether the team wins or loses, Mbappe will benefit from this game.

And Neymar.

In front of Song Wen, he was like a juggling clown.

(End of this chapter)