The first tumor in football

Chapter 212 Lying Down from the Bernabeu Stadium
"Oh!!!"

When Song Wen once again appeared in the penalty area like a ghost, he lightly disrupted Benzema's quick pass with a kick. Accompanied by the boos of Real Madrid fans, some people finally realized that something was wrong.

Zidane stroked his bald head, with only one thought in his mind at this moment.

How on earth does No. 17 appear at every key position so accurately every time!
He didn't even see how the opponent ran, but as soon as Real Madrid's formation changed, he seemed to be able to predict the future in advance. Before Real Madrid took action, he slowly moved to the throat of Real Madrid's attack and strangled Real Madrid's attack at the critical moment.

Master Zidane has been keeping an eye on this kid since the last time Song Wen completed an interception.

But even though he was staring at No. 17 this time, he still couldn't figure out what the other party did.

This person's actions seem to be illogical. Sometimes he is running forward in the last second, and then changes his direction in the next second as if his brain suddenly changes.

It was like receiving some message from somewhere.

At this moment in the Douyin live broadcast room, Fan Zhiyi's eyes were shining.

As a former professional defender, he was the only one who knew how high the precision content of Song Wen's interceptions was.

If we say that Song Wen's defensive ability was shown in previous games, it was generally in physical confrontation and single-player defense.

So today, Song Wen seemed to have opened his third eye.

He is like the best defensive player who can see through everything. He can always appear in the key position at the critical moment, intercept the opponent's pass and resolve the crisis.

To achieve this step is much more difficult than simply man-to-man defense.

Because this not only shows that Song Wen has a profound understanding of football, but also means that he has already grasped Real Madrid's coordination and tactics.

"This kid is always working hard in places we can't see..."

Simeone, who was standing next to Zidane, almost couldn't control the expression on his face.

His eyes expressed surprise, but the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

When Simeone noticed the puzzled looks from the bald man next to him from time to time, he would occasionally pretend to be profound and expressionless, as if he had everything under control.

In fact, Simeone knew nothing about Song Wen's defensive ability!
Ever since Song Wen signed with Atletico Madrid, a lifetime defensive immunity clause was written into his contract!
So whether in the game or in normal training, Song Wen almost never participated in defense.

But even so, Song Wen's unstoppable ability on the offensive end has already satisfied Simeone.

Unexpectedly, this kid actually has something hidden!

Look at the leisurely defense. It seems that in Song Wen's eyes, Bale's burst and Ronaldo's jump are not worth mentioning at all.

Compared with Song Wen's comfortable defense, Real Madrid's all-out sprint and attack made Real Madrid seem a little clumsy, while Song Wen was so elegant.

And when Song Wen once again lightly disrupted Real Madrid's pass in front of the penalty area, everyone noticed the ghost moving in the penalty area.

In the commentary booth of Spanish national television, former Real Madrid star Guti's pen drew four cracks on the tactics board.

When Song Wen used his toes to poke away Modric's through ball for the third time, the blond legend's voice began to go out of control: "Is his prediction system connected to God's WiFi?! Look at this defense-" He frantically clicked on the touch screen to replay, "0.3 seconds before Modric touched the ball, Song Wen had already started moving towards the passing route!"

The broadcast screen suddenly split: on the left was Song Wen's running heat map on the field, and on the right was a comparison of Ramos' data in the same position.

Guti's assistant called up the real-time statistics: "Unbelievable! Song Wen only ran 30 kilometers in the first 2.1 minutes, but his interception success rate reached 100%!"

"This is fucking against the rules of football!" Another commentator Casillas tore off his tie. "When I was a goalkeeper, I saw countless top defensive midfielders, but no one was like him -" He pointed at the scene where Song Wen intercepted Kroos' long-range shot while strolling, "He completed the Champions League final-level defense with the posture of strolling in the vegetable market!"

The boos at the Bernabeu reached a boiling point when Song Wen intercepted the ball for the fifth time.

"See? This is a crushing victory with a basketball IQ!" Fan Zhiyi tapped the tactical screen in Douyin's live broadcast room, and wolfberry tea splashed all over Messi's photo. "Every time Song Wen moves, he gets stuck in the weak spot of Real Madrid's attack!"

Zhan Jun quickly called up the data for comparison: "Real Madrid had a possession rate of 78% and 14 shots, but the expected goal value was only 0.7! Song Wen used five key interceptions to directly destroy 3.2 expected goals!"

Fan Zhiyi used a laser pen to circle Song Wen's defensive positioning: "This is not playing football, it's just playing Go! Every time Real Madrid is about to organize an attack, he will place a move at the key point on the board in advance!"

He suddenly zoomed in on Song Wen's micro-expression before he intercepted Bale's cross, "Pay attention to this squinting action! This kid is definitely scanning the overall situation with the corner of his eye!"

The director cut into the thermal imaging screen at the right time: when Modric looked up and observed, the muscles on the back of Song Wen's thigh suddenly contracted - this was a physiological signal to start the prediction.

"It's so terrifying!" Zhan Jun's voice trembled, "He is even using muscle memory to read the game! Look at this defense-" The picture shows that at the moment Casemiro passed the ball, Song Wen's hip joint turned 15 degrees in advance, "This is the spatial perception that only top commanders have!"

The barrage swept across the screen like a tsunami:
[Song Shen's defense is worth ten Golden Balls!]
[Is strolling defense considered a skill? The score is still 0-1!]
[Atletico Madrid bought Song Wen to use as a human shield?]
[It is recommended to check whether there are magnets buried under the Bernabeu grass!]
[Song Wen’s eye defense has opened up a new genre]
[What are you bragging about! Atletico Madrid had zero shots in the first half!]
[All Real Madrid's shots were taken by Song Wen's crotch, haha]
[Song Zema changed his career to Song Kante?]
[Atletico Madrid parked the bus and still blew the whistle?]
[Suggest Song Wen to play goalkeeper instead to save a yellow card!]
[Ramos is so anxious that he wants to bite someone!]
[Song Shen’s defensive awareness is good enough to be a coach!]
[Atletico Madrid's tactics are so ugly]
[Song Wen is on the fast break! Where are you doing the embroidery in the backcourt?]
"Elegant!" Zhan Jun shouted excitedly, "He is dancing the defensive tango with the rhythm of a ballet dancer..."

However, before he could finish his words, his voice got stuck in his throat.

The scene that appeared on the live broadcast screen made him open his eyes wide.

Modric gently pushed the ball in the center circle. The Croatian midfielder's seemingly random leg swing was actually a long pass after using his shin to precisely measure the resistance of the grass.
The ball drew a 42-meter parabola in the air, bypassed Partey's forehead, and accurately found Benzema in the open space on the left rib.

"Plan No. 3!" Casemiro's roar pierced the noise of the Bernabeu.

Real Madrid's trident started in an instant - Ronaldo cut in behind Savic, Bale ran down the sideline at full speed, and Benzema used his heel to knock the ball to the top of the penalty area.

Song Wen's spikes plowed four deep grooves on the grass, and he moved sideways 0.3 seconds before Kroos touched the ball.

When the German midfielder's right foot was about to hit the bottom edge of the ball, Song Wen's toes inserted into the gap like a scalpel, and the football hit his shin guard and deflected to the sideline.

"Textbook interception!" Amid Zhan Jun's exclamation, the broadcast screen suddenly split into a heat comparison chart - Song Wen's defensive displacement this time was only 1.7 meters, but he covered 73% of Real Madrid's passing routes in this attack.

As Vrsaljko hurriedly caught the ball, Bale's spikes had already kicked up grass clippings behind him.

The Croatian defender's pupils contracted violently. He remembered the humiliation of being eaten alive by the Welshman three minutes ago. At this moment, his calf muscles suddenly spasmed.

"Bigfoot, help!" Song Wen's command came mixed with swear words in a Catalan accent.

The moment Vrsaljko swung his right leg, Bale suddenly stopped his momentum and blocked it sideways - the ball hit his raised thigh heavily and reflected towards the puddle of water at the penalty spot.

Savage stood there as if struck by lightning. Hernandez hastily kicked the ball, but ended up sending it accurately to Carvajal's feet.

The Spanish full-back's cross drew a strange arc in the air, bypassed Werner's desperate fingertips and hit the bottom of the crossbar.

"boom!"

The ball bounced and fell into the small penalty area, and Ronaldo and Savic jumped into the air at the same time. The Serbian central defender's forehead touched the ball first, but he lost his balance due to Ramos' hidden pull.

The ball spun and went towards the upper right corner of the goal!

"Own goal!" The Spanish commentary booth erupted into a crazy roar.

Slow motion showed that Savic's header was originally heading towards the corner flag area, but the tip of Ramos' shoe changed its flight trajectory by 0.7 degrees.

The broadcast camera was cruelly aimed at Savic - the Serbian was kneeling in front of the goal line and tearing the grass, and Song Wen silently kicked the own goal ball that rolled to the sidelines towards the center circle.

The big screen replayed the game in real time: from the time Modric launched the attack to the final goal, Real Madrid completed 22 passes, and the Atletico defenders made mistakes in all 4 touches of the ball.

"Is this the second team's level?" Fan Zhiyi's thermos cup cracked the tactical board. "Savic headed the ball, Vrsaljko was eaten alive, and Hernandez panicked like a rookie!"

Zhan Jun's hands trembled slightly as he pulled up the data panel: "Atletico's substitute defense had a pass success rate of only 61% in this game!"

The barrage exploded instantly:

[Savic, get out of Atletico!]
[Song Wen 1v11 confirmed]
[Did Simeone buy the ball?]
[This own goal is more abstract than my grandma’s kick]
[It is recommended to check the bank account of Atletico Madrid defender]
[Is Song Wen guarding his teammates with his eyes?]
[Real Madrid signs Savic! ]
A deep horn suddenly sounded from the Bernabeu South Stand.

Zidane touched his bald head and made a "calm down" gesture on the sidelines.

Real Madrid players were in a collective carnival. Ramos rushed to the corner flag area and slid on his knees, leaving three deep marks running through the Atletico Madrid logo.

The broadcast camera swept towards Simeone, and the Argentine coach was hitting his forehead with the tactical board.

Slow motion footage showed that the action was exactly the same as in the 2014 Champions League final, with even the angle of the crack in the board being exactly the same.

Song Wen looked at the frustrated Savage and looked up at the time.

The big screen showed that the game had been going on for 46 minutes.

There were only three minutes of injury time in the first half.

He breathed a sigh of relief; the difficult first half was finally coming to an end.

Although something happened in the end that he didn't expect.

It is difficult to guard against domestic thieves.

He never expected that he thought he could completely block Real Madrid's attack, but in the end the problem arose from an own goal.

But generally speaking, facing the fierce offensive of Real Madrid, conceding only two goals in the first half was a completely acceptable situation.

After all, he still has to thank Casemiro.

Otherwise, if he didn't have the defensive ability of a meat grinder, with the level of Atletico's substitutes, I'm afraid that they would have been defeated by Real Madrid without even scoring an own goal.

When the referee blew the whistle to end the halftime, the score between the two sides temporarily stopped at 2:0.

The Portuguese players didn't seem to be very satisfied with the two-point lead in the first half, and the expressions on their faces were not very good.

However, when he saw Song Wen when leaving the field, Ronaldo generously gave his "little fan" an appreciative smile.

In fact, throughout the first half, Ronaldo's face turned red as soon as he saw Song Wen's face.

You know, this kid has ruined countless wonderful goals of mine.

Instead of playing as a striker, he chose to run back to defend.

If it weren't for Song Wen, Ronaldo felt that he might have scored a hat-trick in the first half.

But after all, the two had interacted on the Internet before.

Coupled with Song Wen's later "kindness", Ronaldo felt that he was being tricked.

It is at times like this that the Portuguese should show their magnanimity.

Competing for the title of football champion is just your wishful thinking, Song Wen.

And I, Ronaldo, will continue my legend in this Bernabeu Stadium, and you are just a passer-by.

Think about it, Messi was defeated by this kid, and facing me, this kid can only stand tiredly in the penalty area to defend.

He and Messi have been competing for the title of football king for a lifetime, and now that the first half is over, it seems that the winner has been decided.

Ronaldo>Song Wen>Messi.

So although Song Wen gave him a bad feeling in this game.

But overall, Ronaldo is still relatively happy.

If the opponent wants to exchange jerseys with him after the game, he will generously choose to agree, and by the way show his perfect body fat percentage to the fans of the Bernabeu.

Ronaldo followed the team into the locker room.

In the locker room, Zidane stroked his bald head and looked serious, showing no joy of leading in the first half.

"It was a good first half, guys, but two goals is not enough."

Zidane's eyes swept over everyone.

"Song Wen barely ran in the first half. According to past practice, we can expect our defense to face a storm in the second half. A lead of just two goals is not enough for us to rest easy."

Ramos smiled when he heard Zidane's words.

He rubbed his calf leisurely and said:

"Don't worry, coach. I will make that kid walk out of the Bernabeu lying down!"

(End of this chapter)