blogombal Chapter 32 Monaco's First Mongols
Chapter 32 Monaco's First Mongols
The second half began with the two teams playing on opposite sides.
"Oh?"
Sun Chen was about to explain the tactics Monaco could choose in the second half.
On the bench, Jiang Ming was chatting with Mbappe, showing no intention of playing at all.
Immediately afterwards, the fourth official raised the substitution sign.
"Monaco made a substitution during halftime," Sun Chen announced into the microphone.
"They substituted Jiang Ming, who had a brilliant performance in the first half, and Mbappe, who provided an assist."
"We brought on Lemar, who had just recovered from injury and was in dire need of regaining his form, and a 19-year-old youngster, Boschlia."
"It looks like Monaco is planning to call it a day in the second half and give their recovering players a chance to get back into form."
……
London, England.
Pochettino scratched his head.
That's not what he wants to see!
He had just heard that the Chinese boy had scored one goal and provided one assist, making Monaco's attack incredibly fierce.
Pochettino quickly turned on the TV, wanting to watch the second half of the game and analyze Monaco's tactics.
And you tell him that Monaco substituted their players in the second half and didn't want to play anymore?
"Why……"
Pochettino immediately felt uncomfortable.
It was like a flight taking off midway through, and the door to the room was suddenly opened, forcing him to make an emergency landing.
……
In the second half, Monaco gave Bastia a lot of face and didn't launch a full-scale attack.
At most, it means letting the player take a long-range shot from outside the penalty area.
Either shoot it away to punish the audience, or shoot it into the sky to teach the aliens a lesson.
Bastia went even further, with their entire team holed up in their own half, not daring to push forward even a step.
I'm afraid Monaco might suddenly pull out all the stops and then open up the 7UP bottles.
It was as if they were facing a certain king of London in this match.
If you don't fight back, you can walk away with a smile after losing three goals.
The match dragged on and on, finally reaching the 90th minute.
Bastia seized the last bit of time to launch a quick counterattack.
Roman, who came on as a substitute, finally scored a goal with a last-minute rebound.
The score became 1-3.
Now, the world has been achieved only with Monaco goalkeeper Subasic injured.
In the final moments, he could only watch helplessly as the shutout award that was about to be his slip away.
"Beep~ Beep~ Beep—"
With the referee Becquet's three long whistles, the match came to an end!
After winning this Ligue 1 match in Round 17, Monaco's points increased to 33, firmly placing them in second place in Ligue 1.
They are 12 points behind league leaders Paris Saint-Germain and 5 points ahead of third-placed Lyon.
……
As soon as the whistle blew, Jiang Ming couldn't wait to open the system.
[Ding! Overall performance score has been calculated!]
[You started and played 45 minutes in this match, scoring one goal, providing one assist, and delivering one crucial long pass, with a passing accuracy of 90.8% and a long pass accuracy of 72%...]
Overall rating: 9.1 points
[Ding! Congratulations on completing your daily task: Your post-match rating for this game is 8/9/10.]
[Reward: Player Exclusive Skill - Carlos's Powerful Cannon]
[Shots on goal: 88-90]
Strength: 28-30
Just as the system's announcement ended...
Jiang Ming suddenly felt his legs begin to heat up, instantly becoming scalding hot.
The muscles in my legs were also twitching, as if they were about to cramp.
Immediately afterwards, a series of memories flooded into his mind.
He seemed to see himself wearing that familiar yellow and green Brazilian jersey, standing 40 yards from the goal.
From my perspective, I slowly retreated ten meters.
Then, he suddenly charged forward and slammed his foot into the ball.
That ball was clearly flying towards the corner flag area at first.
As a result, it suddenly made a turn in the air, abruptly changing its flight path!
By the time the opposing goalkeeper reacted, the ball had already slammed into the net!
Once the warm current subsided, Jiang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and began to examine the detailed description of this special skill.
[Carlos's Heavy Cannon: Greatly increases shooting power upon activation, gains bonuses based on attributes, consumes stamina]
[Shooting accuracy, stamina (number of uses), strength (power and physical load)]
The higher the Strength attribute, the greater the body's endurance and the less physical strain it will experience.
[Note: Not blocking would be letting down the team, blocking would be letting down my parents]
Jiang Ming murmured, "This is Carlos's signature skill..."
Football history has never lacked powerful strikers: Adriano, Batistuta, Riise...
They're all players who can kick a ball to its limits.
Of all these heavy hitters, Roberto Carlos is definitely the most famous.
That powerful shot has an average speed of 110 km/h and can reach a maximum speed of 170 km/h.
Not to mention the opposing players, even the goalkeeper is intimidated by it.
Therefore, Carlos's powerful shots are a source of amusement among fans.
If I don't block, and the ball goes in, I'll let the team down.
If I blocked it, my life would be in danger, and I would be letting my parents down.
This special skill really helped boost his immediate combat effectiveness.
His physique was already weak, so he couldn't possibly enter the penalty area to compete for headers with those tough, muscular guys.
Previously, we could only rely on Berbatov's positioning module to sneak in from the back.
Now that we have Carlos's powerful shot, wouldn't we be able to easily unleash a long-range shot from outside the penalty area?
From now on, please call him Monaco's First Mongols!
But then Jiang Ming hesitated, "Unfortunately, this thing also has drawbacks..."
His stamina is only 37 right now, I wonder how many times he can use it in a game.
Strength is only 30, which not only affects shooting power but also the physical load after using special skills.
With his current small frame, it's probably unlikely he could unleash a heavy cannon.
If you use too much, your body definitely won't be able to withstand the backlash.
He suddenly remembered another famous heavy artilleryman, the God of War Batistuta.
Batistuta's ankles were worn down because he used too many heavy-hitting weapons when he was young.
For a period of time after retiring, he was even unable to walk, and the pain was so intense that he considered amputation.
Other heavy gunners also suffer from similar aftereffects to varying degrees.
"It seems that heavy artillery cannot be used indiscriminately..." Jiang Ming sighed.
He doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
The only hope is that I can max out my Strength attribute and maximize my physical endurance in the future, or that the system will provide some helpful assistance later.
Otherwise, if you want to ejaculate but have to hesitate, that would be so uncomfortable.
……
At the post-match press conference.
Yaldin was speechless.
The reporters, on the other hand, only asked a brief question about Jiang Ming, the best player of the game, as their first question.
The remaining questions are all about the next match against Tottenham, how they will cope, and whether they can advance from the group stage.
Annoyed by the questions, Jardine said directly, "If you want to know about the next match, please ask me again in London. Our opponent in this match is Bastia."
Upon hearing this, the reporters below the stage immediately fell silent.
It's not anything else, it's just that talking about a team that was down 3-0 in the first half just doesn't generate any buzz!
Everyone wants to see some excitement. The next match is Monaco vs. Tottenham, a do-or-die game in the Europa League.
There's also the hype surrounding Jiang Ming vs. Son Heung-min, a top Asian showdown.
This level of hype is way higher than that of Bastia, a team fighting relegation!
Finally, the reporters still didn't back down, so Yardin simply got up and left, ending the press conference.