Intermission, home team locker room.

The lounge was a bit dull, and the two sides fought fiercely in the first half. The Espanyol players were very tired, and they sat on the bench and kept pouring mineral water into their mouths.

Lotina tried to make his voice look loud and kept cheering the discouraged players. "Hey, boys, cheer up. They just tied the score. It's no big deal. At most, both sides have returned to the starting line again. Remember... this is our home court."

"Cameroon national goal" Carmeni lowered his head and whispered: "I'm sorry, I have an unshirkable responsibility for conceding the ball. If my vision is broader and if my consciousness is better, I can completely avoid conceding the ball."

Tamudo kept rubbing his wet hair with a towel, and glanced at Carmeni, comforting: "No... you have done well enough. After all, the opponent has two shooters who scare all the goalkeepers. If you are a little lost, Ronaldo will definitely not miss that goal opportunity. We are still not spared, just another person scored the goal."

Zhang Ling and Carmeni are both newcomers who have been transferred this year, so there is no distance. The two are very good at talking. They moved their butts and hooked Carmeni's neck with their left arm, "Hey, man, you've done a good job. The captain said nothing wrong, I completely agree."

"So... Carmeni, you don't need to blame yourself. If you really feel that you owe you anything, please... I will work harder in the second half to get the door. Let the captain and I rush into the opponent's position with confidence."

Carmeni looked at Zhang Ling's sincere eyes and nodded fiercely.

Tamudo frowned and looked at Lotina, expressing his concerns: "Coach, if we still play in the first half, we will have no chance at all, and we will likely win or lose at home. We must come up with a solution immediately."

"Conceding goals is not necessarily a bad thing."

Everyone looked at Lotina in surprise, wondering why the coach said such words. "Can conceding a goal turn into a good thing? Isn't this a weird thing?"

"You mean..." Tamudo had guessed Lotina's intentions.

"Hey, captain, please tell me quickly, don't suck our appetite." Zhang Ling urged and asked as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"If we lead the first half, what kind of crazy move will that old fox Jose Camacho do?" Tamudo said to everyone.

My teammates were confused, but I still couldn't guess what it was.

"Captain, don't sway our appetite, okay? Come straight to the point."

"You are really stupid. Is Real Madrid the real "silver warship" in the first half? If they were not equalized, what decision would Camacho make in the second half?"

"You mean the draw can make them take it lightly??? Camacho will have a fluke mentality, thinking that we are just that, so there is no need to send a real main force?"

Lotina looked at the players with a smile: "Zhang is right. We still have room to deal with our opponents in the second half. If we angered the opponent just now, it will definitely not be beneficial to us. Don't forget... Camacho still has three substitutions in his hands."

The players suddenly realized, "I think it's not that difficult to win the game by letting the coach analyze this way." A long-lost smile finally appeared on his face.

"Coach, what should we do in the second half?" Tamudo asked Lotina for his next tactical guidance.

Lotina continued to smile and uttered two words hard, "Stand to the death."

"Defend to the death? This...this is definitely not possible. If we set up the iron barrel array, Camacho will also lose patience. And..."

Lotina waved his hand and interrupted Tamudo's words behind him, saying confidently: "Twenty minutes are Camacho's psychological bottom line. If the situation still cannot be opened after twenty minutes, he will send the main players to the court without hesitation."

"We only need to stick to the first fifteen minutes. The opponent's players on the court know how long Camacho's bottom line is, and they will definitely put a big push to prove themselves."

"This is the key to the whole game. Our turnaround is coming. Taking advantage of the empty backcourt of the opponent, just seize one opportunity and cause fatal damage to the opponent."

"At that time, even if Camacho had the art of turning the world back, he would not be able to do anything to us."

"Coach..." Zhang Ling looked at Lotina seriously.

"What's the matter, Zhang, do you have any objections to my deployment? If so..."

"No, no, your deployment is perfect."

Lotina looked at Zhang Ling in confusion, "Is there anything else?"

"I just have a suggestion."

"Oh, hehe, you tell me, I'm a person who can listen to the opposition."

"Well, thank you coach, I have some doubts about your profession. You touched Camacho's psychology all over. It would be a pity not to be a psychiatrist." Zhang Ling shook his head as he said, with a regretful expression on his face.

“…!!”

"Well, Zhang, your suggestion is good. I will consider it. At least, the psychologist is much easier than the coach." Lotina's humor cleverly relieved the pressure in the team members.

"Okay, everyone should play. I can be sure that you will give a perfect victory for the home fans. Let everyone in the world know that the Spaniards used to be dead, and now standing in front of them is the Spaniards reborn in the fire."

Just as the team members were about to cheer, Lotina's voice sounded again, "Be low-key, do you know? If the old fox of Camacho sees it... then our plan will be ruined."

"Try to be serious and let the arrogant guys in Real Madrid know that we can't do anything to them. Haha, go ahead... If you perform well, maybe a big Hollywood director will like you."

In this way, a carefully cooked plot was born in the narrow locker room. Director: Lotina. Main actors: Zhang Ling, Tamudo. Supporting roles:...

"It will definitely become a Spanish classic, right?" The players pushed open the door with a serious expression and walked towards the player's passage.

The second half began. Camacho was surprised to find that Espanyol had just resisted for about three minutes on the court and then all retreated back to their half-court defense. No matter how Real Madrid players lure them on the court, they were unmoved.

Camacho turned his head and looked at Lotina, his eyes full of confusion. "Damn it, damn guy, what trick are you playing? Is it a result that you can accept by taking one point at home?"

"Hey, do you think you can hold the position against Real Madrid? Stupid idiot."

"I thought you were so powerful. So that's all, I just made several sets of tactics, but it seems that I can't use them anymore. What a pity. You deserve to be called a famous coach? Ha, a childish guy."

After Lotina and Camacho looked at each other, they vividly avoided the other's sharp gaze, and reached into their pocket with trembling left hand, took out a white handkerchief, and kept wiping their foreheads. The performance was so in place that it had reached the point of perfection.

Camacho looked at Lotina's nervous expression, his contempt was written on his face, and he raised his proud head and looked into the field. The away team had an absolute advantage, and Real Madrid players were everywhere in every corner of the opponent's half. The Spaniard was breathless.

"Scoring a goal is just a matter of time."

Fifteen minutes passed without realizing the game. Captain Tamudo unconsciously walked to the sideline, glanced at Lotina in a hidden way, and asked if the time was ripe.

Lotina secretly looked at Camacho's expression and shook her head gently.

Tamudo did not reveal his feelings and turned around and ran back to Espanyol to participate in the defense in the first half.

Like a child who did something wrong, Lotina kept aiming at Camacho's every move. At the moment when the other party frowned and signaled Beckham to warm up, he secretly made a gesture to the field. The "Dragon Slaying" plan officially kicked off.

Carlos assisted again. If he reached his current position and commented on the best on the field, he would definitely be the undisputed candidate.

A kick kicked the ball into the chaotic crowd of people in the penalty area. The two sides fought in the penalty area. Real Madrid failed to shoot three consecutive times. Pochettino grabbed the ball. With a long pass, the football flew out of the penalty area in a throwing arc and fell to... the left side of the no-man's area.

Dani Garcia was replaced in the second half, and everyone thought he only replaced his teammates who were not strong enough to act as a scavenger. But... Lotina's real intention is only known in the Espanyol team.

Garcia began to accelerate and moved to the football landing point at a 100-meter sprint.

"His speed is the best of the "Spanish"!" Lotina looked into the field and murmured to himself and told the reason.

"Catch it, Garcia caught it. Counterattacked, Espanyol fell asleep for twenty minutes in the second half and finally began to wake up." The commentator shouted in a long voice.

Camacho's brows became tighter and his eyes widened wider. He finally realized something and turned around and looked at Lotina with a calm expression.

Zhang Ling and Tamudo instantly started and began to sprint towards each other in half.

Carlos' speed is recognized as fast, but he is too far away from Garcia, and the other party is also famous for his speed. It is difficult to catch up with him, but he still pursues him without hesitation. Never admit defeat, this is his usual principle.

Garcia quickly stepped on the ball and stopped quickly. Parvin rushed over too fast, and he couldn't stop his legs at all, and his body crossed the bottom line.

"It's crossed, Garcia's crossed, four people in the middle, Zhang, Tamudo Salgado, Samuel. Who will win the first point?"

The four of them continued to run forward, and the football had already shown a clear fall. The landing point was clear, not far ahead of Zhang Ling and Salgado.

Salgado flew out diagonally, trying to press Zhang Ling with his back to grab the first place of football.

Zhang Ling guessed the "little Jiujiu" in Salgado's heart, and his legs accelerated again. After passing through Salgado, his body tilted to the left, raised his right leg high, and a padded his instep, and the football rolled to the right side.

Although Tamudo's position was not very good, his reaction was much faster than Samuel, because he was sure that Zhang Ling would pass the football to him.

With a light tweak on his right foot, Samuel rushed too hard and forcedly turned around. The consequence was that his body lost balance and fell to the ground.

Just as Tamudo breathed a breath and his psychological alert had just been lifted, Samuel was sitting on the ground, but his right foot was still tenaciously stretched to his feet, just hitting the ball. The football was under force and instantly escaped from the range that Tamudo could control.

Tamudo's intestines were regretful, and he turned around and stared blankly at the rolling ball, forgot to chase after it for a moment.

"Oh, Tamu was careless and threw the ball away. Will this attack be gone?"

"open!!!!!!!!!"

Zhang Ling suddenly appeared next to the football, and took a trip to the outside of his left foot, and then entered the penalty area after a few steps. Salgado was very angry. Several duels ended in his own failure, which was a shame that he could never bear. He flew toward the football under Zhang Ling's feet.

Zhang Ling suddenly felt that the pressure behind him increased greatly. In a hurry, he quickly pulled the ball away with his left foot and took a step forward with his right foot. Salgado's flying tackle arrived just in time.

Zhang Ling's support foot was shoveled by the opponent, and his body suddenly lost balance. He fell to the ground with his back, covered his right leg with both hands and kept rolling back and forth on the grass.

For a moment, the Spaniards on the court were angry, and their teammates rushed into Real Madrid's penalty area to fight with Salgado. Real Madrid players also came to cheer for the "brothers". The two sides kept pushing and scolding.

The referee forcibly pushed away the excited players of both sides and signaled everyone to calm down. He took out a red card from his top pocket, reached out his left hand to drive Salgado out of the field. Then he pointed to the point of the ball.

How could these old men from Real Madrid agree? They surrounded the referee's theory. I don't know which player pushed the referee from behind, and it's a big deal.

The referee put his right hand into his pocket again, staring at the Real Madrid player with his eyes wide open, and for a moment, all his murderous aura was hanging on his face. He had a momentum of "whoever doesn't accept it will get on."

The old men of Real Madrid swallowed and took a few steps to signal the referee to calm down.

The Spanish team doctor rushed into the field quickly and sprayed liquid injury medicine on Zhang Ling's right ankle, making an emergency and concise treatment.

Zhang Ling sat up with a grin, twisted his right foot gently, and the stinging sensation instantly spread throughout his body, and he almost fainted from pain. His eyes looked at Tamudo and signaled him to come and punish the penalty. Then he was carried out by the team doctors.

Tamudo turned around and looked at Zhang Ling's back on the stretcher, and took a deep breath.

“coal~~~raul~~~tamudo~~~montero~~~~~~ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Chapter completed!