Chapter 282: Frenzied Days! (Daily Transition)

Minute 28 of the match.

The Spanish team created a killing opportunity.

After receiving the ball on the right flank, Carvajal entered a frenzied mode of continuous dribbling and breakthrough.

His terrifying acceleration left the Nichiribi players momentarily unable to stop him.

"The little sports car on the Spanish right flank!"

"Breakthrough! One, two... he's gone past three men!"

"A perfect individual performance!"

"A beautiful arc, finding Asensio inside the box!"

"A volleyed shot... it's a lay-off!"

"Vázquez, in a better position, had this chance... oh no, he slipped in front of goal, what a missed opportunity!"

"The linesman raised his flag! Offside!"

"Japan's offside trap!"

The refereeing team indicated the offside line was exactly where Asensio received the ball.

No complaints.

Spanish teammates swarmed the young Real Madrid player, giving thumbs up; given the current situation, breaking through the opponent's goal is not far off.

Japanese players were also encouraging each other.

Halilhodžić clenched his fists excitedly.

Bosque sat on the bench, motionless as a clock.

Miñano also gradually calmed down, accepting the fact that the team needed overall cohesion.

Play resumed.

In the east stand, the honor guard from J. League's Kashima Antlers began pounding out a sinister, eerie, soul-stirring drum rhythm.

In the west stand, Yokohama F. Marinos fans were beating the rhythm.

In the north stand, Kawasaki Frontale's theme song echoed through the night sky.

The chaotic, noisy sounds vented Nichiribi's desire for victory.

Ajinomoto Stadium, like a prison forged by resentment.

The resentment of defeating the European champions!

"The atmosphere of this friendly match rivals that of major international cup tournaments."

"Japan's overall formation is well maintained... unfortunately, they still can't get past midfield, Martínez's interceptions are too solid."

"This time they made it! Keisuke Honda timed his pass perfectly, Yuto Nagatomo!"

"The international Milan full-back, who recently officially announced his relationship with Airi Hirakawa..."

Yuto Nagatomo's stamina is abundant, and his sprint speed is top-tier even among Asian players.

After receiving the ball, he surged forward.

At the same time.

Japan's attackers also frenetically penetrated into Spain's half.

They tried to minimize direct contact with opponents, using their small stature and agile speed to dart in and out of sensitive zones.

Thirty-meter area.

Yuto Nagatomo sent a through pass, finding Yūki Usami outside the penalty area.

In the early stages of his career, he resembled a novel protagonist's template... at 19, he wore Bayern Munich's jersey, came on as a substitute in Champions League play against Manchester City, and was even selected for the 2011-12 Champions League final squad, serving as a backup to Robben and Ribéry.

However, his combat power has since plummeted in a straight line; now he can only linger in the lower-middle tiers of Bundesliga teams.

"Unbelievable!"

"Usami Yūki actually managed to evade Alba's pressure and still twist and turn!"

"A beautiful heel pass back!"

"Keisuke Honda!"

Right side of the penalty area.

Japan's number 4, he slightly swung his left leg!

Even if returning to Serie A... Juventus' back line wouldn't dare underestimate a shot from Milan's midfield!

Thud!

The football spun violently, tracing an arc above the Spanish penalty area before crashing into the top-left corner of the goal.

The ball speed wasn't fast.

The angle was tricky.

De Gea had full confidence he could neutralize the danger.

Piqué too—he saw through everything.

Unfortunately.

The two defenders' defensive thoughts didn't align.

They jumped almost simultaneously.

A shocking scene was born.

The ball bounced off Piqué's forehead, wasn't cleared, and instead bounced straight toward the center of the goal... an open net!

The entire stadium was dumbfounded.

Everyone's eyes followed the ball's trajectory until the net rippled, at which point Ajinomoto Stadium erupted with a tsunami-like roar.

Own goal!

Pique's classic own-goal header... broke through his own door!

1:0!

!

Keisuke Honda also didn't expect this goal to be so dramatic.

Shinji Okazaki, who was originally assigned to follow up at the back post, also hadn't come to his senses.

European champions?

We broke through the European champions' door!

What passion, fighting spirit, hope, bonds... many chuunibyou emotions filled the hearts of the Japanese players!

They ran wildly, finally gathering in the corner flag area to celebrate passionately.

"It shouldn't be, another own goal!"

"Pique's difficult header from behind... broke through his own door!"

"The title of Own Goal Hall President, fame spreads far!"

"Unbelievable!"

"The Japanese team broke the deadlock with smooth passing and bold attacks!"

"Will the European Cup champions suffer defeat in Tokyo?"

"Keisuke Honda excitedly took off his jersey, and the Japanese fans on site seemed to be celebrating a grand festival!"

"The problem left for Bosque is serious!"

Live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flying.

-【Fixed match!】

-【How much did the Japanese FA pay Pique?】

-【No joke, the Japanese team's attack was vivid and clearly more cohesive; Spanish stars traveled long distances, possibly not adjusted to jet lag, and had no time to adapt to Tokyo's climate and pitch.】

-【What should I do about my 0:6?】

-【Which top center-back hasn't scored an own goal? No need to mock! Just watch, Spain can equalize in the first half.】

-【The celebration style of these Japanese fans is too exaggerated? I almost thought they were playing in the World Cup.】

Happiness is contagious.

Sideline.

Halilhodzic raised his arm and shouted.

The substitute players also rushed to the sideline, shouting loudly.

They fulfilled their pre-match bold words: break through the European champions!

The other side.

Minaño's expression froze, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

"Boss..."

Bosque waved his hand and said: "Don't rush, being behind by one goal is nothing, I said: the Japanese team is a very suitable sparring partner."

Tone firm.

The 66-year-old Spanish head coach has experienced glory and also lows.

Li Kang returned to the bench after warming up.

God's perspective did not deconstruct the match, not because of laziness, but because at this moment Japan's tactics... were relatively simple and practical, with nothing strange or unusual.

Pique looked apologetic, raising his hand to indicate his clearing action was unnecessary.

No one blamed him.

Own goals, like divine goals, also require a bit of luck.

The match restarted from the center circle.

The Japanese team's front line even withdrew their counterattackers, the whole army retreating to defend their own half within the 30-meter zone.

The Spanish team launched a fierce siege.

One beautiful arc after another, piercing through balls, crisscrossed in front of the penalty area.

But there was no wonderful chemical reaction between teammates for the time being.

The football always flew toward the stands or was cleared out of bounds.

De Gea felt his body slightly hot: how come it feels like I'm back playing under old Fan?

45th minute of the match.

Yin Si Ke ran out a one-on-one chance, staying close to the opponent's defensive line, and received Alba's second pass...

Beep!

"The assistant referee raised the flag!"

"Another offside trap!"

"The Spanish team's attack is strained, Valdés is more suited to the wing position. Overall height, air superiority is not significant either."

"Ramos or Pique, consider whether to push forward to the front line! But doing so would leave the backline empty."

"The Japanese team's play is very pragmatic, dense defense, the area near the penalty box is full of people!"

Beep! Beep beep~

The main referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

Japan 1:0 Spain.

ESPN live broadcast room, a chorus of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Ajinomoto Stadium, filled with song and dance.

The Japanese players encouraged each other, saying that if they won this real-deal match, it would bring immense confidence to the island nation's fans! Their opponents were a European powerhouse made up of the main players from Barcelona, Bayern Munich, Real Madrid, and Manchester United.

The Spanish players looked a bit unhappy, with Thiago and his teammates actively communicating: he felt the team's attacking rhythm was very uncoordinated, and the defensive ideas of the midfield and backline were also not unified.

As he spoke, he couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed: when did kicking an Asian team require such meticulous tactics...

Some players' mental states were still not bad.

For example, Yin Si Ke.

This guy ran over to the bench with a pitter-patter, shaking the water bottle in his hand: "Li, are you tired from sitting? The air is a bit dry, have some water first!"

Japan's locker room.

Halilhodžić already knew how to become a qualified island nation head coach.

The chubby translator beside him, using the most impassioned tone, relayed the coaching staff's chicken soup.

"Hold on for another 45 minutes, and we will defeat the European champions!"

"Even if Li comes on as a substitute, it won't bring us fear; he alone cannot decide the outcome!"

"The stronger the enemy, the more it hones Japan's fighting spirit!"

The Japanese players just love this kind of thing.

"Hi!

!"

Instantly, morale soared and blood boiled.

Spain's locker room.

The coaching staff reviewed the tactical details of the first half.

It seemed there wasn't much to analyze.

The technical and tactical level shown in 45 minutes was even simpler than the team's training matches.

The main problem lay in the rhythm integration along the entire central axis.

"We don't have Wan, so we lack height advantage up front; you launch high balls, can Bárques get to them?"

"Martínez! You can bully any Japanese attacker, but you disrupted Piqué and Ramos' defensive judgment!"

"Yin Si Ke, you should pass the ball at the appropriate time!"

"..."

"Pay attention to rhythm, pay attention to control!"

Miñano added a few sentences, probing Bosque with his gaze: when should we put Li on?

The latter didn't respond, still worrying about Morata's "injury status."

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

Players from both sides returned to the pitch.

Some spectators failed to see the long-awaited Spanish number 6, suddenly feeling the ticket wasn't worth it.

"Welcome back, now broadcasting live is the international friendly match!"

"Japan vs. Spain's second half."

"Both sides have temporarily made no personnel adjustments!"

"Has Bosque found a way to break through Japan's dense defense?"

Beep!

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The second half officially began.

Japan in possession.

Okazaki Shinji kicked off, horizontally passing to Yamasaki Yūya.

Immediately after.

The football zipped across the green pitch... Japan's attacking frantically penetrated Spain's half.

Smack!

Martínez forcefully intercepted Uesugi Takashi.

Then a long pass, easily tearing through Japan's defensive line.

What about the teammates up front?

Bárcenas' position was locked down by Yoshida Maya!

Japan's goalkeeper, Kawashima Eiji, easily caught the ball.

"Unbelievable."

"The Real Madrid youngster, facing Southampton's starting center-back, failed to gain a one-on-one advantage."

"This season in the Premier League, the center-back partnership of Yoshida Maya and Van Dijk is extremely strong, once rendering Guardiola's Manchester City silent!"

"Look at the replay, Martínez from tackle to initiating counterattack... everything was done perfectly! The pass landing spot was also good, but the lead was too big; Spain's front line doesn't have Robben and Kompany!"

Bárcenas prefers playing on the wing.

With my small frame, plus my ability to receive the ball with my back to goal... how do I play as a central striker?

The opposing Japanese defender, his build is one size larger than mine!

Time passed second by second.

Spain still couldn't equalize the score.

The lament sung by tens of thousands at the venue... drifting above Ajinomoto Stadium.

Halilhodžić had victory in his grasp.

Minianno paced back and forth anxiously.

Bosque shook his head and waved at Li Kang... The style of play shown by the Japanese team in this match wasn't dirty, so there was no need to worry about our players getting injured.

ESPN live broadcast room.

-【The difficulty of Spain equalizing the score is equivalent to me defeating an elementary school team! Why is it still 1:0?】

-【It seems that the integration of this new lineup will take a very long time.】

-【Li Mingdeng took off his vest! He's getting ready to go on the field!】

-【Wow! How did these island nation fans become so crazy? They're frenzied to a terrifying degree! Do they have a masochistic tendency?】

-【Bosque actually used nuclear weapons!】

-【Spain doesn't have much time left, Li Kang also can't solve the "lack of striking power" dilemma, and there's no Yinniesita, David Silva, or that group of magicians around him... The stability of possession play also can't be maintained, this match is very difficult.】

-【Football is a team sport, although the Japanese team has no superstar, they play as a team!】

-【My 1-5 has hope now!】

Minute 72 of the match.

The football flew out of bounds.

The main referee blew the whistle for a timeout, signaling a substitution.

The fourth official held up the LED substitution number board.

"Li Kang, standing outside the center circle line!"

"The passion of the Ajinomoto Stadium is ignited at this moment."

"Coming off is... Vasquez!"

"Eh? Is Spain going to play a strikerless formation?"

"In a disadvantaged situation, a strikerless formation is very hard to break open!"

All cameras were focused on the Spanish number 6 on the sideline!

The island nation fans shouted in unison.

"Lee!

"

"Lee!

"

"Lee!

"

Corner of the stands.

A childish voice sounded: "Mr. Okada, why do people become so excited when Li San comes on the field? That's our opponent!"

The middle-aged man raised his glasses and slowly said:

"Because he is strong! Only by facing strong opponents can we become stronger!"

"We can absorb valuable experience!"

"Imitate him, learn from him, defeat him!"

"Our ancestors have always done this since ancient times!"

Vasquez did not choose to leave the field from the nearest touchline.

Instead, he ran to the center circle, embraced Li Kang, and then walked off the field.

Such behavior is very rare when trailing in the score.

"Eh?"

"Li Kang's gesturing is very simple."

"He ran to the frontmost position of the formation... the finishing position of the strikerless formation!"