Manchester United's heir apparent, but can't play football.

Chapter 154 No one knows Barcelona better than me?

The Champions League matchday is approaching.

Old Trafford Stadium.

The place was packed with people, and every seat was taken.

Tens of thousands of Manchester United fans greeted their first home Champions League match of the season with boundless enthusiasm.

"Zhuangdianertai! Zhuangdianertai! Good evening, viewers!"

"Welcome to the highlight match of the 2015/16 UEFA Champions League group stage."

Manchester United host Barcelona!

"The most-watched Champions League group stage match in the world."

"Media reporters from 86 regions attended the Dream Theatre."

"A battle brimming with traffic and buzz, full of highlights!"

"Can MSN Barcelona exact revenge tonight?"

Pre-match press conference.

Van Gaal then engaged in another argument with the reporter.

"The effect of passing and control is not only reflected on the football field, but also helps to reduce the injury situation of the whole team."

"Reduce passive running and let our core players move the opponent around by passing the ball, thus reducing the probability of muscle strain."

"Controlling the pace of the game, passing and possession can adjust the speed of attack and defense according to the players' condition, reduce direct collisions, and after taking the lead, continuous possession can keep the team away from the dense confrontation in their own dangerous areas."

"Wenger faced injury crises every season while managing Arsenal? What's the point of explaining his tactics to you? Manchester United's results are already very good, you have no right to argue with me!"

The other side.

Enrique looked eager to try.

"Barcelona is ready."

"We will take victory from the Theatre of Dreams."

Barcelona's fighting spirit has recently recovered, as evidenced by their 7-0 thrashing of Malmö. Their mindset is likely to be normal for this match at Old Trafford.

Li Luo is very strong.

But Manchester United's defense is truly a pile of crap.

As long as Barcelona doesn't pursue any messy philosophies, MSN can definitely take down Old Trafford!

Old Trafford Stadium.

The rousing Champions League theme song echoed through the night.

The three flags were slowly removed from the field.

The referee led both teams out of the tunnel, and the stands erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers.

Li Luo looked relaxed.

In his field of vision, he used a tiny bit of his mental energy to condense a faint and blurry phantom image of the La Masia position 4.

This is a "power-efficient version" of the capability that he recently experimented with.

It lacked the earth-shattering, brief spectacle of the last encounter, but it prevailed in its duration.

It might not be very useful against other teams.

Playing against Barcelona?
Humph.

No one in Barcelona's current midfield understands La Masia's system better than himself!
suddenly.

Morata asked in a low voice, "Lee, you can choose any female partner for your commercials now, why didn't you choose a more famous and mature veteran actress, but instead chose an unknown Polish girlfriend?"

Li Luo said matter-of-factly, "Because the Polish girl's income is not that high, I knew her before I realized my talent, and she never takes advantage of my popularity and fame, so I hope to provide some help to improve her basic life."

The Spanish prodigy looked at him with eyes full of admiration: "No wonder, Lee, you must also really want to help me win the Golden Boot and improve my career, right?"

"That depends on your performance."

Li Luo thought for a moment and added, "The matter of the Volkswagen advertising partnership must be kept secret. Don't tell anyone. I don't want to hurt other people's self-esteem."

Morata nodded seriously: "Mhm!"

next to.

De Bruyne couldn't hear what the two were whispering to each other, but seeing the smiles and confidence on their faces, he couldn't help but relax and stop putting pressure on his teammates.

Below is a look at the starting lineups for both teams.

"Manchester United's formation is 4-2-3-1!"

Goalkeeper: De Gea.

"Defender:"

With Carrick sidelined due to injury, Schneiderlin and Maranda formed a double pivot in midfield.

"The other positions are all starting positions."

"On the other side, Barcelona fielded a 4-3-3 formation!"

Goalkeeper: Bravo.

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"Apart from the goalkeeper position, Barcelona's lineup has not changed much."

"Enrique should learn from his last mistake and not underestimate his opponent again!"

"The invincible MSN South American trident must be determined to overturn Old Trafford."

The camera slowly panned across the faces of Messi, Suarez, and Neymar.

The atmosphere at Old Trafford instantly became a little oppressive.

MSN's offensive firepower was terrifying.

This has led many clubs to avoid mentioning the three players' names before matches, instead using their numbers instead, for fear of affecting the players' morale.

However, I've heard that Manchester United players don't have this problem.

Beep!
With the referee's whistle, the match officially began.

Barcelona has possession of the ball.

Suarez kicked off and passed the ball back to Busquets.

As the ball rolled, the atmosphere at Old Trafford continued to heat up.

"They really learned their lesson."

"We didn't fixate on Neymar's left wing."

"Instead, they directly contacted Alves, who was making a run down the right flank."

"Make full use of the width of the court."

"The right flank creates three constantly moving passing points."

The football rolled past the center circle.

Just as Barcelona was about to pass the ball to Messi...
A deafening roar erupted at Old Trafford.

Rakitic's pass was easily intercepted by the red-clad figure who quickly moved to the side.

Red Devil No. 7.

Li Luo.

Barcelona's triangular passing move on the right flank was instantly dismantled.

Courtside.

Van Gaal applauded enthusiastically.

"Li Bi Rakitic understands Barcelona better."

The other side.

Enrique frowned.

"Li's prediction of Barcelona's triangular passing was very accurate."

"still have a chance!"

at the same time.

Busquets' brain is racing:
"If Barcelona controls possession and advances down the right flank, Van Gaal's strategy is to have Manchester United, while retreating, cut off the direct connection between Barcelona's full-backs and forwards, and then intensify their pressing in the 30-40 meter zone, thereby stifling La Masia's passing game from accelerating in dangerous areas."

'Now.'

Retaliate!

The triangular pass on the flank was disrupted in an instant.

It also possesses the advantage of counter-attacking from "three local points".

"Danger!"

"Wow!"

Li Luo did not choose to defeat them one by one.

Although the La Masia player in position 4 was performing various moves to get rid of the opponent, such as V-shaped pulls, spins, and frizzy balls.

but.

Red Devil No. 7 chose the simplest and most direct way to break through.

Snapped!
Pass the ball along the outside of bounds once.

Pass the ball at point 95.

Pass it on to yourself two or three seconds later!

He kicked hard on the grass, unleashing his full power.

Overtake on the outside!

Powerful!

Busquets watched helplessly as the football whizzed past him, then watched as Li Luo swept past the advertising boards, his shirt fluttering in the wind.

The whole person felt as if he had been hit hard.

The triangular blocks that had been assembled looked as if they had been blasted down by a marble that had been shot at them.

"Wow!"

"Stunning!"

"Li Luo carved out a bloody path by violently eating raw meat!"

"The Red Devil No. 7 of Old Trafford is unstoppable!"

"It's empty!"

"Barcelona's right flank is now empty; Alves can't go back!"

Li Luo did not slow down.

He saw Mascherano coming to cover, and the distance between the two Barcelona center-backs was very wide.
at the same time.

Morata, Mata, and De Bruyne spread out the attacking width.

Pass the ball over.

That means three against one!

Snapped!
Almost the instant Mascherano, a top defender, got close.

Li Luo made an abrupt stop.

Stop to create space for the ball.

Followed by.

A cross was delivered.

The football skimmed along the grass and moved laterally to the edge of the penalty area.

"Mata!!!"

Pique was led astray by Morata.

Mata easily took the shot. Bang!
The football shot out and flew towards the top right corner of the Barcelona goal.

A defiant figure soared into the air.

Bravo.

At this time, his nickname was not yet Regent.

Rather: the true god beyond twelve yards.

The Barcelona goalkeeper's figure stretched out to its fullest extent in mid-air.

Like a lithe ape.

The pink gloves blocked Mata's sharp lob shot.

The football fell limply and powerlessly into the penalty area.

"A brilliant save!"

"Manchester United's attack continues, a rebound shot!"

De Bruyne appeared at the perfect moment, made no adjustments, and decisively took the shot.

Bravo bounced in the air the instant he landed.

Snapped!
He made another incredible save on a follow-up shot!
The entire audience was amazed.

terrible!

Barcelona fielded a goalkeeper of this caliber who withstood two consecutive attacks from Manchester United!

Fortunately, Mata and De Bruyne possessed excellent shooting skills, with tricky angles and full power, causing Bravo to repeatedly fumble the ball.

"Morata!"

Pique just ran off to block De Bruyne again.

Let Morata be free from all constraints!

Take a big step forward.

Remove the football from the ground.

Bravo quickly stood up, adjusted his position, and calmly observed the Spanish striker's foot shape.

Courtside.

Van Gaal instinctively clutched his chest.

Neither Mata nor De Bruyne could find the net.

Morata made one more adjustment.
The other side.

Enrique breathed a sigh of relief.

Something unexpected happened.

Just as the Barcelona players swarmed back to defend and positioned themselves in the penalty area.

Morata made two more adjustments.

next second.

He dribbled past Bravo.

Unparalleled explosive power was displayed in an instant.

Large strides.

Maintain precision in ball contact.

He dribbled the ball into the Barcelona goal!
The entire audience was stunned.

1:0! ! !

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"Pretty!"

"Morata! He's blown out Chile's goalkeeper Bravo in a straight line!"

"A shot that will amaze everyone!"

"Pass the goalkeeper!"

"He scored this precious goal! Changing the score!"

"Helping Manchester United gain the lead!"

"They're incredibly bold to make this choice in this situation."

"Incredible, Morata has thoroughly read Barcelona's defense and figured everything out."

Morata excitedly rushed towards the corner flag area, then turned back and made a heart gesture towards Li Luo.

Teammates rushed over one after another.

"Li deserves the most credit!"

"He orchestrated the attack, single-handedly handling the midfield interception, the wing breakthrough, the explosive moment, the stretching, and delivering the crucial threatening ball."

"Haha."

Morata's tone was very sincere.

Everyone agreed.

Studio.
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[Monaldo!]
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【Mo Qiao.】
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Who said he can't shoot with both feet? Didn't he dribble the ball into the Barcelona goal?
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[Bravo is so amazing, he saved two powerful shots from Mata and De Bruyne, but Morata still managed to stop them!]
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There's a saying: "Everything has its counter."
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There's a reason why so many top clubs are vying for Morata.
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[Slow-motion replay of this attack shows how badly Li Luo's team was beating Barcelona's midfield!]

Courtside.

Van Gaal closed his notebook: "Hmph, I told you Morata's skills are pretty good. He understands Lee's intentions and consciously pulls Pique away to help Mata create a comfortable starting environment."

Giggs nodded in agreement.

The other side.

Enrique didn't expect Bravo to be unable to stop Morata.
He carefully reviewed Manchester United's attacking chain.

My mind is filled with images of Li Luo.

He murmured to himself, "We were clearly prepared for everything."

Bravo grumbled a few words about Pique, clearly annoyed: "That guy must have been spacing out again."

Mascherano stood there, stunned, deep in thought:
If I hadn't intercepted Li, he would definitely have cut inside directly.

Very contradictory.

With his ability to switch from attack to defense, brute force his way through, tear down a flank, cut inside and deliver exquisite passes, how can the current Barcelona defense stop the Red Devils' number 7?
Alves pressed his hands down and shouted, "Don't make it so complicated! Pass the ball to me! I'll pass it to Messi!"

The game restarted in the middle circle.

Suarez kicked off and passed the ball back to Pique.

Unlike the early stages of the match: when the forwards kicked off and passed the ball back to the midfield, Manchester United actively positioned themselves; when the forwards kicked off and passed the ball back to the defenders, Manchester United actively pressed.

Many Manchester United fans are already familiar with it.

Old Fan's high-level oppression is different from that of the other two factions.

The wide, 'buzzing' formation can't stop Chelsea, but theoretically it can counter Barcelona, ​​who place more emphasis on attacking width.

Putting aside the quality of the defense, theoretically they could indeed counter Barcelona.

“Pique has a strong ability to pass the ball and his long passing technique is also good. He accurately passed the ball to Alves who was making a run down the wing.”

"At this moment, the green field is showcasing the beauty of overlapping formations."

Alves wasn't thinking about anything random.

He is very strong in combat.

He dribbled forward with all his might, ignoring Rakitic who was coming to support him, and even more so Busquets who was positioning himself to protect the space behind him.

Decisions must be made decisively.

Pass the ball
Where's Messi?
The roles have been reversed.

then.

The Samba full-back passed the ball to the Samba prodigy Neymar, who had rotated in.

"Li Luo followed Messi."

"Neymar should be left to Maranda to handle."

Maranda's gaze was firm as he lowered his center of gravity and assumed a blocking stance.

Neymar received the ball with his back to goal and then made a quick turn.

The speed of action is fast.

The change in direction is large.

Accompanied by the samba superstar's deceptively slumped upper body shoulders.

Little Black Egg was caught off guard and lost its balance.

"A graceful playing style."

"Neymar!"

"A quick turn creates space for passing and dribbling."

Neymar's speed is often overlooked.

He was very fast.

After easily getting rid of the Maranda.

It did not use the outside line.

Instead, he took the ball and started driving inside.

Snapped!
He suddenly moved to the right flank and delivered a through pass.

"Suarez!"

Suarez sacrificed many of his fighting qualities for Barcelona, ​​no longer the super all-around attacker he was during his Liverpool days. Instead, he gained weight on Enrique's advice, which resulted in a loss of speed and explosiveness, but greatly increased his physical strength and ability to play with his back to goal.

Looking at the top five European leagues over the past two seasons.

His back-to-the-basket success rate is as high as 81%, and he has even higher statistics when facing strong teams in the Champions League.

"Heels!"

"One kick!!!"

The edge of the penalty area.

Facing a blocking stance from De Gea, Suarez opted not to shoot himself.

Instead, he delivered a highly imaginative and threatening pass to his teammate.

The ability to set up the ball.

Accompanied by horrified sighs from Old Trafford.

A bald, short figure suddenly appeared.

Iniesta!

Barcelona's big-game man.

Bah!
The football skimmed along the grass, heading towards the bottom left corner of Manchester United's goal.

Van Gaal frowned.

Enrique was overjoyed.

Snapped!
The platinum gloves deflected the ball out of bounds.

"De Gea!"

"A reaction arc as fast as lightning!"

"A miraculous save!"

Manchester United's goalkeeper really wants to complain about his team's defense.

Iniesta scratched his balding head blankly, wondering if he was getting too old and his legs weren't strong enough anymore.
Studio.
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Barcelona were on fire today!
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[Back on track.]
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[A mutual exploitation scheme.]
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Whoever defends is a coward!
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[Li Luo vs. MSN, Episode 2: I believe Manchester United will win at home. If they can't even handle the obviously flawed Barcelona, ​​how can they face those European powerhouses with even fewer weaknesses?]

(End of this chapter)