Chapter 78: Crazy pressing!

Guardiola's peak dream-three Barcelona: strong midfield control, rapid rotating press and counter-press, pressing opponents into the penalty area for a brutal beating.

Vilanova's post-dream-three Barcelona: strong midfield control, greatly reducing safe passes, shortening the spacing of attacking players, pressing opponents into the penalty area to stab them wildly with a knife.

Enrique's MSN Barcelona: weak midfield control, spreading out the spacing, low defensive line, relying on MSN's counterattacks.

Guardiola created the glory of the sextuple champion.

Vilanova created the club's historical record of winning the title with 100 points.

This is why the media nicknamed Enrique the "leashed dog crown".

Because nobody could see any tactical details of this Barcelona side.

Cruyff is now very angry.

"Damn it, even if a leashed dog sat on Barcelona's bench, we wouldn't lose to Leverkusen!"

Robert kept nodding in agreement.

Qiusheng Laorenjia never had a kind and benevolent image.

He is a notorious big mouth in modern football.

On the pitch.

Yinniesita and Neymar felt helpless: Leverkusen's Asian player, having precisely seized their weakness to complete a tackle, thereby launching two efficient counterattacks.

Pique wanted to criticize Mascherano, but didn't know what to say; he couldn't possibly resort to a personal attack by saying: "You lost the ball this time because you're too short."

Busquets adjusted his shin guards, somewhat bewildered: "That kid not only knows Barcelona, he knows too well the La Masia 'number four' spot."

Messi looked at Li Kang's back, showing no expression.

The game restarted from the midfield circle.

Suarez kicked off and passed back to Busquets.

"Leverkusen has taken the lead; over the next period they should keep a steady rhythm, setting up their defensive shape in their own back half."

"From a more pragmatic perspective, even if they draw with Barcelona, they could still gain an advantage for advancing from the group stage; if Roma faces Barcelona..."

"Hey! Do we still have to launch counterattacks?"

"Has Leverkusen gone crazy?"

Duan Xuan and He Wei were somewhat shocked.

In the shot.

Leverkusen still had six players pressing into Barcelona's half!

A bunch of madmen!

Enrique made no tactical adjustments.

Unsue and the coaching staff members gathered together, holding a heated discussion.

On the other side.

Dino wondered: "Boss, really no defending? Our midfield and forward players will expend a lot of stamina!"

Tuopu Laotou waved his hand: "Barcelona's midfield control is far inferior to before; our press will soon show results! Besides, you can't hold onto it!"

The ball arrived at Alves' feet.

He glanced at Leverkusen's dense crosswise pressing net.

He gave up the idea of looking for Rakitic.

The opposing Bellarabi, although his pressing skill is poor, is like a frenzied dog that spares no stamina.

No way.

He could only pass the ball back to Busquets.

That guy's stationary dribble and distribution are number one in the world!

Busquets had just stopped the ball with his foot, not even getting a touch in.

Kiessling came at him like a wild boar!

Barcelona's defensive midfielder was completely composed.

Such low-level pressing.

He has faced this many times in his career.

Not the slightest bit of panic.

He lightly pulled the ball back with his right foot.

He turned.

He then nudged the ball with his left foot.

He elegantly and perfectly resolved Leverkusen's striker's press.

He also created space for a pass.

"'Leverkusen's dense pressing net has already been torn apart by me, Busquets.'"

He suddenly realized something was off... this timeline seems to be missing something.

A glance out of the corner of his eye showed Leverkusen's number 10 lunging in with a vicious sliding tackle!

Busquets could not avoid it!

"Suave!"

"Busquets' stationary dribble ability can be called peerless!"

"Top-notch..."

A sudden fierce melee sound came from the close-range audio equipment!

Busquets, just about to play the ball, was completely overturned onto the ground!

The ball was already under Li Kang's control at his feet!

The whole crowd erupted in an uproar!

Pike raised his hand to signal an opponent foul!

The head referee raised both hands, signaling the match to continue!

Li Kang lightly pushed the ball, then made a long-range shooting motion with a run-up!

Barcelona's defensive line immediately tightened!

Goalkeeper Bulawo's pupils constricted, quickly adjusting his position!

Camp Nou.

Again fell into fear!

In God's perspective.

Li Kang simply had no opening for a long-range shot.

Ma Si Qie La Nuo's blocking position was perfect.

But it also exposed the gap on the left side!

When everyone thought Barcelona would once again face a heavy artillery test,

Lewokusen's number 10 lightly brushed the ball with the inside of his right foot!

Above Camp Nou, a light arc was traced!

The ball skimmed over Pike's head.

It fell toward the left side of Barcelona's penalty area!

Sun Xingmin, charging in hot pursuit!

"Danger!"

"Li Kang's fake shot, real pass!"

"Asia connection!"

Daily 1000-shot shooting practice.

It gave Sun Xingmin's both feet superb finishing ability.

The moment the ball fell.

The South Korean winger lifted his left leg high.

A volley shot!

The ball blasted toward the upper left corner of Barcelona's goal!

Bulawo stomped the turf.

He punched the ball away.

Sun Xingmin clutched his head with both hands, looking regretful.

"Just a little bit off!"

"A top-notch shooting practice."

"Lewokusen displayed terrifying high-pressure pressing."

"Barcelona must seize the time to make adjustments."

At the scene, tens of thousands of Barcelona fans, still with some enthusiasm, the originally mighty drumming gradually faded.

Dragon Kingdom livestream room.

The fans felt somewhat incredulous.

-【Barcelona vs Lewokusen? Not looking at the team names, just at the jersey colors, I thought it was Real Madrid playing Barcelona!】

-【Li Kang's sliding tackle on Busquets' leg, the timing was spot on, Lewokusen's preparation was thoroughly sufficient!】

-【Li Kang's loft pass landed well, but lacked precision; if he had Xavi and Pirlo's footwork, Sun Xingmin's shooting options would be richer.】

-【In the opening fifteen minutes, Barcelona played in a miserable state.】

Enrique couldn't stay seated.

He wore a troubled expression: "Li Kang simply doesn't have that much strength; all the tactical details were tailor-made for him by Lewokusen..."

Wen Su Ei and the coaching staff finished their discussion, then rushed to the sidelines, making several tactical gestures toward the Barcelona players.

The other side.

Dino glanced, panicked: "Barcelona will attack our left flank, abandoning midfield transition! Forward players will withdraw to receive the ball..."

Tuopu Laotou wondered: "How the hell do you know?"

Dino stared blankly: "Li Kang taught me! The tactical gestures of La Masia are simple..."

The master and disciple hurriedly made gestures toward Ben De Er and Ka La Mo.

Back to the match.

Alba stopped the ball that was about to roll out of bounds.

He quickly passed it to Nei Ma Er.

At this moment, the Samba genius fell back to the thirty-meter zone of Barcelona's half.

Wensue's tactical intention is simple: rely on Neymar to achieve efficient advancement!

Kramer and Borges once again double-teamed him!

"Lewokusen's reaction was quick!"

"Ah! Neymar, against the wind, his dribbling move is too simple!"

Whenever Barcelona is at a disadvantage.

Neymar never shows off.

He made a feint with his upper body.

He pushed with the arch of his foot.

He forcibly nutmegged Bolocs!

Klämmer was again blocked by a teammate while tracking back.

Just a few seconds.

He could no longer catch up to Neymar.

The roar of Camp Nou rose again.

"Li Kang was a step late!"

"This is Neymar's true ability."

"People pay more attention to his footwork, but overlook his explosive speed!"

"Lewokusen's left flank is exposed!"

The director switched to a long shot overhead view.

The audience only then noticed the distribution of Barcelona's attacking points in the front.

Suarez made a lateral run, pulling Jonathan Tah away.

And Messi?

He was no longer strolling!

At an astonishing speed, he cut into the central channel!

The marker Hilbert could not possibly keep up with his steps!

Papadopoulos panicked to cover.

"Three versus three up front!"

"This is the price Lewokusen pays for their counterattacks!"

Must Barcelona insist on playing tiki-taka?

During the MSN era, when slaughtering weak defenses, they had a more straightforward attacking approach.

Neymar's speed surged to its limit!

As he charged straight into the thirty-meter area.

Lewokusen's defensive line had already been thrown into chaos.

Hilbert decisively gave up on Messi and turned to chase Neymar.

The Samba genius did not delay the attacking rhythm, nor did he try to dribble past.

He slightly eased his steps.

He gauged his distance to Lewokusen's full-back.

He lightly lifted the ball with his right foot.

Hilbert didn't have time to turn around,

The ball floated lightly over his head.

It fell toward the top of the penalty arc.

Messi moved.

His dreamlike cadence made Papadopoulos doubt life.

Lewokusen's central defender's thinking could not keep up with Barcelona's number 10's pace.

Enrique's face flushed with a wave of red.

Tuopu Laotou's brows were locked tight, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Both head coaches sensed what was about to happen.

When the ball landed on Messi's instep,

It seemed to become part of his body.

Goalkeeper Lai Nuo adjusted his stance with small steps, staring intently at the opponent's foot shape.

He could read nothing.

A simple, natural push shot.

No traceable point of power.

In a flash,

A black shadow appeared in his vision.

Lai Nuo was always a top-tier goalkeeper. He quickly went down and lunged for the ball.

But it was already too late.

Lewokusen's net was lifted.

1:1!

!

The roar that erupted from Camp Nou in an instant was like a mountain collapse and tsunami!

"It has to be Messi!"

"Once he acts, everything becomes simple!"

"As of October 2015, Lai Nuo is the Bundesliga goalkeeper conceding the most goals to Messi!"

"This statistic will soon surpass that of Atlético Madrid's goalkeeper god, Oblak!"

"The point of force and the swing amplitude of Messi's calf are too small, making it hard for Lai Nuo to judge the shot direction."

Neymar lofted a pass assist! Messi pushed a shot and broke the goal! Barcelona equalized the score!

The South American trident has not yet displayed its true power!

The score returned to a draw!

Messi, Neymar, and Suárez took turns bumping fists and embracing.

Lai Nuo buried their head in the turf.

Like a startled ostrich.

Besides AC Milan's Diego López, among goalkeepers outside La Liga, I have conceded the most goals to Messi.