Chapter 442: Midfield Messi? (Daily Transition)

Barcelona's senior management confidence is somewhat shaken.

One month ago, the Spanish Super Cup.

Barcelona 1-5 Real Madrid.

The red-and-blue side was completely dominated by the Galacticos.

A group of new signings were utterly crushed.

A 400 million euro team can't compare... to Real Madrid, whose transfer spending over two seasons is roughly zero.

What a disgrace.

Although La Liga opened with three straight wins, the opponents were all mid-to-lower table teams.

"Why not start the young star from the new signings?"

"This time don't interfere; we'll just listen to Valverde... Barcelona can't afford to lose."

Club chairman Bartomeu adjusted his glasses and sighed.

After spending so much money, let alone forming a peak dynasty... a group of new signings still can't match the "old and frail" starting lineup!

He has played football, knowing that before the new signings gel with the team, they can't exert their fighting strength.

Let Valverde start the veterans; maybe they can gain an upper hand before the 70th minute.

The ball was being passed back and forth on the pitch.

The night wind messed up Tuchel's Mediterranean hair.

"Boss, just as we expected, Barcelona changed formation during their buildup!"

"3-4-1-2."

Dino stood up, overjoyed, and then said: "Once they advance past the forty-meter zone, their formation will surely become 3-2-3-2! All of their deployment is under our control!"

Tuchel pressed his hands down, showing little surprise on his face.

Deployment is deployment.

But Barcelona has a top-tier variable: the number 10 midfielder Messi.

Not the explosive Messi, not the false-nine Messi, but the number 10 Messi who can make the team's overall attack undergo a qualitative change.

Who is the strongest attacking midfielder on Earth?

Possibly Messi, who will soon fully transform.

Barcelona possession.

Li Kang's God's perspective wildly deconstructed, the red spread.

He and Kante pressed forward together, rushed past Barcelona's half, and launched a press.

Under Yinniesita's pressure, he could only pass the ball backward.

The back was not safe either.

Diego Costa frantically harassed Piqué.

Busquets had to drop back to protect the defense.

Piqué and Umtiti widened the width.

The ball moved to midfield.

Facing a group of fierce blue-team men, Barcelona's two fullbacks surged forward to increase midfield passing options.

Barcelona's formation also changed from 4-5-1 to 3-4-1-2.

"Messi dropped back to receive the ball with his back to goal!"

"He fooled Azpilicueta."

"The ball seemed like part of his body, a perfect back-heel pass!"

"Paulinho surged forward to the front line, using his strong body to hold off Bakayoko, making a lovely wall!"

"The ball returned to Messi's feet!"

Messi is now the number 1 in the 3-4-1-2.

His running posture is unique, he lunges forward when accelerating!

He rushed past the forty-meter zone.

Li Kang and Kante took up their positions, quickly double-teaming to intercept.

There was no expected one-two.

Barcelona's two fullbacks' support arrived.

With a slap.

Messi passed the ball to Roberto.

Suddenly... he slowed his stride, began to walk... a few seconds later, he sprinted again!

Camp Nou home stand.

Accompanying Roberto's advance, the Catalan fans' cheers grew ever fiercer!

"Paulinho didn't come back; he and Suárez led Barcelona's front line!"

"Unimaginable, a Chinese Super League journeyman, under Valverde he's been reborn! Able to thrive on the Champions League top stage!"

"His biggest use is still rotating with Messi, and providing a passing shield!"

"Roberto cut inside!"

"He and Messi linked up, causing Chelsea's defense to begin retreating!"

"A lovely pass!"

"Messi surged forward from the flank again!"

Going out?

Number ten Messi's fighting characteristics ignited the atmosphere of Nuokangpu.

The sudden burst after strolling and receiving the ball.

Qie'erxi's two-layer defense quickly realigned, concentrating forces to press Messi!

In an instant, Basa's number ten displayed the footwork of a peerless pair.

Dribble sideways!

Left foot landed three times in a row!

Accelerate!

Decelerate!

Accelerate!

Dreamlike rhythm.

Continuous changes of direction.

Even if the Qie'erxi players nearby saw his movements clearly, their bodies couldn't react in time!

It's past!

A streak of red and blue passed through the white crowd.

Only when the bright moon falls into the mountain range will the stars shine!

An unexpected sideways ground-skimming transfer!

One sword cut through Qie'erxi's steel defense!

Number ten Messi's abilities in organization, linking, and deadly passes are near their peak!

The purpose of breaking through to the left flank is to help teammates on the right create an excellent attacking environment!

The football is like a blade.

In an instant, it tore apart Qie'erxi's two-layer defense!

The home atmosphere of Nuokangpu also surged to its peak at this moment!

Ba'erweide trembled all over with excitement.

Tuheer laughed.

Bufeng was eager to give it a try.

Yinniesita!

Li Kang!

A showdown between two generations of Lamaxiya's genius midfielders!

The breeze by the Laiabulanke River lifted the black hair and hem.

In the field of vision, the furious phantom of Balexi roared.

Li Kang blocked in front of the opponent.

It did not coincide with the phantom's movement.

Why?

Yinniesita had no time to think why.

After receiving the ball, he quickly adjusted his shooting stance.

The shooting angle was already blocked by Li Kang.

But this did not faze Basa's big-game specialist.

He shuffled his steps slightly.

Yinniesita kicked along the only shooting path.

Hesitation leads to defeat.

Hesitation wastes the opportunity Messi created.

Ludige has come over!

Thud!

The football skimmed the grass, booming toward Qie'erxi's goal.

Bufeng slightly adjusted his position.

Although everything was under control, he faintly felt as if he had become a few years younger.

He quickly knelt on one knee, crouched to hold the ball.

He did not let go.

Suayaleisi, attempting a follow‑up shot, almost hit the post.

Oh dear!

Bufeng accurately predicted Yinniesita's shooting path!

Live broadcast room.

Comments flew across the screen.

-【Messi is awesome! Half-step Ball King Realm!】

-【Yinniesita's fuel tank is still full, his diagonal forward run... simply in sync with Messi!】

-【Bufeng also turned on the prediction cheat.】

-【Li Mingdeng's god‑level positioning.】

-【Watching the replay, Kante and Bakayueke struggled to hold the inside, luring Messi toward the flank's "matrix", various double‑team protections... Qie'erxi also considered Messi's outward lateral breakthrough, able to shift the ball to the weak side, thus thus thus, Tuheer prepared a traditional "weak side protection" deployment, Li Mingdeng and Ludige timely limited Yinniesita's shooting angle and adjustment time, allowing Bufeng to enter a familiar defensive state.】

-【This is the best way to limit the Half-step Ball King.】

-【Bufeng still has time to joke with the opposition?】

Buffon didn't continue squatting in the pit!

He took a few steps for his run-up.

He swung his right arm in a circle!

He made the move to smash the ball hard toward the front field!

Barcelona's front-field players were startled.

Smack!

But the ball landed at Li Kang's feet outside the penalty area.

Thud!

In the night sky of Camp Nou, a long rainbow pierced the sun!

"Buffon and Li Kang's counterattack coordination, with its rhythm changes, left Barcelona's high press somewhat caught off guard."

"Here it comes!"

"Chelsea's attack!"

Diego Costa quickly launched.

His speed wasn't as fast as Umtiti's!

The two, one in front and one behind, rushed to the landing point and leapt up.

The close-range audio equipment let the audience hear a muffled thud.

Umtiti has made great progress, but he can't match Chelsea's beastly central striker!

"No foul!"

"Umtiti was knocked over!"

"After stopping the ball, Diego Costa turned and sprinted!"

"The ferocious blue beast!"

"..."

"Busquets can't catch up!"

"Diego Costa, carrying Piqué, kicked off and fired a furious shot!"

Thud!

Chelsea's divine forward made a small leg movement!

Camp Nou seemed to tremble slightly, and also recalled the fear of being dominated by Atlético Madrid's number 19.

The ball, like a cannonball, howled and blasted open Barcelona's gate!

0:1!

!

Catalan fans were dazed as if they had lost something.

Chelsea fans' cheers were like a blue storm, sweeping over Camp Nou!

Viewers in front of the TV were stunned.

Barcelona's front field made a mess of operations and couldn't score.

Chelsea's one counterattack... and they scored.

"World-class front field."

"High press of a mid-to-low tier team."

"Saying this, even if Messi works himself to death, he still can't win the Champions League."