The first tumor in football

Chapter 235 A bit interesting

When the whistle of the game blew, Klopp's eyes were closely following Song Wen.

He must keep a close eye on Song Wen. If Song Wen is strolling at the beginning, then he will have to deploy his first tactical plan.

But if Song Wen started running wildly at the beginning.

Then according to the writing analysis results of the Premier League BIG6 coaching team.

He would choose another tactical plan——

Leave everything to God.

Song Wen now gives people the feeling of a BOSS.

And each time a game starts, different mechanisms may be triggered.

Under the nuclear power mechanism, it is directly assumed to be invincible.

Under Klopp's close attention, soon a smile of surviving the disaster finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Because he saw Song Wen taking a walk!
Based on observations of Song Wen's previous games.

If this kid wants to run, he will rush into the fight like a mad dog within the first minute of the game.

And if he doesn't want to run, he will at least stroll around for half the court.

I have been fighting against this BOSS in world football for such a long time. Although I haven’t cleared it yet, I have already figured out the mechanism one minute before the start.

Among the impossible-to-pass BUG and nightmare modes, Klopp's Red Army was lucky enough to draw the nightmare mode.

Song Wen really can't turn on the nuclear power mode today.

Because in the previous league, Atletico Madrid topped the standings, Song Wen chose to take off his clothes to celebrate and received a yellow card.

Now that Van Dijk has joined the Red Army Liverpool, it can be said that it has become a complete team, which does put some pressure on Song Wen.

Fortunately, he had a sudden idea today and chose to steal Klopp's ability.

This made him sigh that his previous vision was too narrow.

Just thinking about stealing players' abilities.

After possessing Klopp's ability, he now seems to have the eyes of God.

No action of Liverpool players could escape his observation, and he could instantly understand what they wanted to do next.

Suddenly, heavy rain began to fall from the sky.

The look of confidence on Klopp's face became a little more intense.

Song Wen took a stroll in the first half, and Atletico's tactics would inevitably be to defend in the first half.

But this kind of weather is obviously very unfavorable for defense.

It was raining heavily at Anfield, and Klopp's metal braces shone coldly in the reflection of the tactical board.

Liverpool players, like robots with sophisticated programs, suddenly launched the first movement of the heavy metal storm.

Arnold stepped on the puddles and suddenly stabbed his ribs diagonally, his spikes plowing five deep marks on the grass.

This unconventional defensive midfielder's forward run completely replicated the "Death Triangle Plan A" marked by Klopp in the tactical manual.

Van Dijk pressed forward at the same time to attract Godin's attention, and Salah curled up like a cobra in Savage's blind spot.

"Koke blocks the flank! Saul locks on Arnold!" Song Wen walked with his back to the direction of attack, but his roar sounded like a precision-guided air defense radar.

The Spanish double defensive midfielders completed a cross-position change in an instant. Koke used his hips to block Arnold's advancing route, and Saul moved sideways to block the passing angle.

When the ball rolled to Salah's feet, the Egyptian found that the originally planned inverted triangle area had been filled with four players in red and white jerseys.

Song Wen drew a cross coordinate on the grass with his toes, and Griezmann cut off the return pass like a ghost.

"Damn it!" Klopp's tactical board floated in the accumulated water, and the arrows of "right wing feint + inverted triangle" on it were stained by the rain into an abstract painting.

Seeing the attack was disrupted, Klopp shouted on the sidelines.

"Don't worry! Use Plan C!"

Henderson suddenly retreated to the central defender position, and Firmino cruised like a ghost to the junction of Atletico's double defensive midfielders.

This is the "space folding trap" designed by Guardiola in the tactical meeting, which creates a vacuum in the midfield by pulling the false nine.

Song Wen blew three short and one long whistle, and Godin and Savage suddenly stood in parallel to compress the vertical space.

When Wijnaldum made a forward run to meet the challenge, Costa actually chased back 30 meters from the front line to complete the interception!

"He's playing chess with The Art of War!" Fan Zhiyi smashed the thermos cup on the commentary desk. "Atletico's defense suddenly became a trap door, and Firmino was squeezed into a meat patty just as he was about to get in!"

The broadcast camera swept over Song Wen - he was still standing there without moving, just waving his hands and loudly directing the players to run.

It was as if the coach had stepped directly into midfield.

In the 13th minute, the moment Arnold took a corner kick, Van Dijk and Matip formed a double tower gravitational field.

This is the space station docking model set up by Klopp, which creates local gravity anomalies through precise positioning.

"Oblak guards the front point! Savic sticks to Lovren!" Song Wen's roar pierced the rain curtain.

Atletico Madrid goalkeeper suddenly gave up the goal-line save and rushed straight to the corner of the small penalty area to pick up the ball in the air.

The trajectory of Van Dijk's header, which was carefully calculated, was deflected out of the baseline by Koke's hips!

Klopp pulled his wet blond hair and yelled: "What the hell is this?!"

Heavy rain.

After several consecutive failed attacks, Klopp adjusted his mentality.

"Don't be anxious. This kid can always find a way out in this situation!"

Moreover, the players' repeated offensive failures will not only deal a heavy blow to their morale, but will also undoubtedly consume a huge amount of their physical energy.

So Liverpool, who had been attacking frantically just now, suddenly resorted to Mourinho's chain defense.

Robertson and Arnold turned into two moving walls, directing Atletico's offensive into the preset "meat grinder area".

However, Song Wen suddenly asked Griezmann to retreat and play as a temporary midfielder.

"Juanfran goes to the side! Costa sinks to the bottom!" Song Wen's voice can be clearly heard amid the noise of Anfield.

Atletico Madrid's formation instantly switched to a 3-4-3 diamond, and Griezmann made a precise pass through the junction of Liverpool's two defensive midfielders.

Costa pushed Van Dijk over and turned to shoot. The sound of the ball hitting the crossbar made the kop stands fall into silence.

“He’s using my tactics to hit me in the face!” Klopp crushed the lozenges into powder.

In the 32nd minute, when Salah was dribbling towards the end line, he found Song Wen chatting and laughing with the fourth official on the sidelines. The Egyptian Pharaoh suddenly cut inside, but Godin and Savic blocked all angles like goalkeepers.

The electronic scoreboard in the heavy rain froze at 0-0, and Song Wen and Klopp looked at each other from a distance.

At this moment, Klopp seemed to see himself in the boy's eyes.

In the VIP room.

At this moment, the five old men were stunned.

The VIP box was filled with an anxiety that even iced champagne could not quench.

Five tactical boards cast distorted shadows on the bulletproof glass, and Guardiola's fingertips trembled and scratched cracks on the 3D model of "Death Triangle Plan A".

“He’s using my space folding!” The Spaniard suddenly grabbed the crystal ashtray and smashed it at the holographic projection, “But why is Godin’s parallel stance 0.7 seconds faster than the one I designed?!”

Wenger's smart glasses flashed blue light, and data from Arsenal's unbeaten season poured out like a waterfall: "Look here! Song Wen's command node distribution is completely consistent with the Nash equilibrium model. He is even using differential equations to calculate the elasticity coefficient of the defense line!"

Mourinho's coffee cup exploded into brown waves on the explosion-proof carpet: "He used my catenaccio as dominoes!" The tactical pen pierced the pillow with Song Wen's photo printed on it, "This kid drew Wijnaldum's running trajectory before Koke chased back. This is a football game, not the set of "The Three-Body Problem"!"

Pochettino suddenly ripped open the three buttons of his custom-made suit: "The most terrifying thing is this!" He pulled up Song Wen's heat map and compared it with Klopp's on-the-spot gestures. "When Jurgen touched his earlobe, Atletico's formation had already begun to tilt to the left - this bastard predicted the tactical change earlier than Klopp himself!"

Conte's Italian curse words mixed with blue veins throbbing in his temples: "We worked non-stop for 72 hours to design these 16 plans." The shredded paper he tore flew like snow in the air-conditioning airflow. "In his eyes, it's just kindergarten graffiti!"

The heavy rain outside the glass curtain wall was suddenly split by the searchlight pole, and the broadcast screen just caught Song Wen making a heart shape with his hands towards the VIP box.

“Quantum computer! He is definitely a quantum computer!” Guardiola gnawed nervously at the edge of the tactical board. “I simulated it 147 times at the Manchester City base, and no computer can crack five tactical modules at the same time!”

Mourinho suddenly grabbed the satellite phone and said, "Get me Mendes! Now! Immediately! Sign this monster right away! What? A penalty of 20 billion? Mortgage the whole of Portugal to Wall Street!"

Pochettino cried in his Argentine accent: "Didn't you notice? He deliberately used Klopp's rock tactics to hit us in the face!"

The triangle attack arranged by Song Wen in the playback footage formed a mirror symmetry with the "Death Triangle Plan A" on the projector.

Conte suddenly overturned the coffee table, and the arc of the crystal glass's fall coincided with the trajectory of Salah's blocked shot: "This is not football! This is a dimensionality reduction attack! He is using our tactics to humiliate the entire coaching industry!"

"Gentlemen," Wenger said, pushing five glasses of tequila to the center of the field, "here's to the first coach-player in football history."

When he tilted his head back and drank it all, the amber wine flowed along his nasolabial folds into a river of data.

"This time next year, we may have to switch to commentating on Pro Evolution Soccer."

Klopp's tactical board rippled in the heavy rain, reflecting his distorted reflection.

The electronic timer in the 35th minute was like a countdown to a death sentence, and undercurrents were surging under the Anfield grass - that was the quantum entanglement network woven by Atletico Madrid's defense. The neuronal signals of each Liverpool player were refracted into tactical models in Song Wen's pupils.

"Arnold, change position! Robertson, hold your ribs!" Klopp's roar tore through the rain curtain, and his metal braces bit his lower lip.

The Red Army's two wings suddenly crossed and switched positions. This was the "Mirror Storm S Plan" sealed in the Premier League coaching staff meeting.

Arnold stepped into the puddles and hit his ribs. The grass debris rolled up by his spikes looked like miniature missiles under the searchlight.

Song Wen walked with his back to the goal, and drew Morse code with his right hand in the rain.

Juanfran suddenly gave up defending the wing and cut off the line of sight between Arnold and Salah.

The moment Salah curled up in Savage's blind spot, he found that Koke had already used the tip of his shoe to draw an inward route on the grass that the Egyptian was best at.

"Plan No. 3!" Klopp dug his fingernails into his palm.

Van Dijk suddenly turned into a center forward and made a forward run. This was the "gravitational collapse tactic" developed by Guardiola at Manchester City.

The moment the Dutch giant leaped up, the trajectory of Oblak's attack from leaving the goal formed a perfect tangent with the route of his header.

The direction of Song Wen's finger was exactly the same as Oblak's.

When the fourth official raised the injury time card, the Germans suddenly tore up the tactical manual - the scraps of paper mixed with rain stuck to Firmino's face, like putting a broken mask on the Brazilian.

"Kick as much as you can!" This roar drained the last of Klopp's strength.

This was Klopp’s final command in the first half.

Since all tactics seemed to be able to be seen through at a glance by the opponent, he might as well give up all tactics and choose to believe in the players' abilities!
The ability of the Red Army's players is absolutely immeasurable now!

This is Klopp's last gamble!

The savagery of trapped beasts ignited in the pupils of Liverpool players. Arnold and Robertson began to retreat to the middle at the same time, while Salah and Mane turned into two disordered lightning bolts.

This is the ultimate gamble that breaks all tactical disciplines, like disassembling a precision watch into parts and throwing them at the enemy.

Song Wen suddenly stopped directing and tapped his left chest lightly with his fingertips - where Klopp's tactical heart was beating.

Atletico's formation instantly collapsed into a 5-3-2 black hole, with Griezmann and Costa becoming wanderers outside the event horizon.

When Van Dijk dribbled the ball through the center circle, he found that the originally airtight defense suddenly cracked open.

"Two passes over a wall!" Zhan Jun's vocal cords were almost torn.

Salah and Mane used street ball moves to tease Godin, and the sound waves in the Anfield stands set off a physical shock wave. When the Egyptian pharaoh raised his left foot, Oblak's save was 0.3 seconds slower than usual - this is the error value obtained by Song Wen after calculating games.

The electronic time board held high by the fourth official glowed blood-red in the rain.

The shredded pieces of Klopp's tactical manual were blown towards the KOP stands by the strong wind, like paper money to commemorate the old times.

Salah's studded shoes plowed five silver marks in the puddles, and the Egyptian pharaoh turned into a scarab running rampant in the Nile River.

When Koke stretched his legs to block, he actually lifted the ball three inches with his toes - the ball brushed against the grass debris raised by the Spanish midfielder and rushed towards the empty space on the ribs. This was the only death triangle area that was not marked by Song Wen throughout the night.

"Mane!!" Zhan Jun's roar pierced through the rain.

The Senegalese lightning flashed through the gap between Savic and Godin, and the sound of socks tearing mixed with the dull sound of grass rolling.

Mane used his knee to knock the ball towards the penalty spot, and Firmino flashed like a ghost in the blind spot of the crossfire between Koke and Saul.

The Brazilian's feint of swinging his leg deceived Oblak's center of gravity to the left, but he pushed the ball lightly into the lower right corner with the instep of his foot - this was the "silent killing" that he had never demonstrated in his five years at Liverpool.

"clang!"

Amid the trembling metal wailing of the crossbar, Van Dijk pressed into the penalty area like an aircraft carrier.

The moment Van Dijk's forehead touched the ball, the ball first hit Savic's raised elbow, and the refracted trajectory just avoided Oblak's desperate fingertips; then it hit the Champions League five-time star logo on the inside of the goal post, and the net exploded with white waves amid the beeping of the goal line monitor.

When the electronic scoreboard jumped to 1-0, the whistle in the referee's mouth was shaken off by the noise from the KOP stands.

"Van Dijk!!!" Zhan Jun's tactical board was knocked away, "Victory of disorder! Crushing by absolute power!"

Fan Zhiyi smashed the fifth teacup: "See! This ball combines the spirituality of Salah, the animality of Mane, the cunning of Firmino, and finally ends with Van Dijk's violent aesthetics!"

Looking at the Red Army celebrating wildly, Song Wen, who was standing in the midfield, smiled.

"interesting."

(End of this chapter)