Among them, Mark mainly felt very strange about Ronaldinho's shot. Atletico Madrid full-back Velasco really didn't understand. What's the point of Ronaldo's passing like this, but a black shadow made him understand instantly.

"Oh, great, Etoo!" the commentator of Camp Nou cheered.

The Cameroonian Panther Etoo's speed was far beyond Velasco's imagination. When he drove the ball across Atletico's defense, Velasco's flying tackle had just touched his shadow.

Etoo likes this feeling, he likes the one-on-one feeling with the goalkeeper. When he uses the easiest way to send the ball into the goal, the helpless expression on the goalkeeper's face is the most pleasant.

"I'm going to score this time. If I were there in the last match, I would definitely win." Etoo was still very unhappy that he couldn't appear on the court in the last league match.

He felt that a player like him would be able to rush the opponent's goal, even if the goalkeeper was Franco, who he was familiar with at the age of 200, there was no problem.

Franco and Etoo were short-lived teammates when they were in the Mallorca team, so both sides were familiar with some of the other's technical characteristics. Such familiarity also led to a certain advantage between both sides and a certain disadvantage.

The advantage is that they all know the other party’s weaknesses, and the disadvantage is that the other party also knows their weaknesses, so this is very interesting.

However, although Etoo had been teammates with Franco before, Etoo was also very impressed by Franco's goalkeeper ability, he felt that he could still defeat Franco. It was obvious that Etooo was very strong, but he did not have that kind of perverted strength, so he flew up.

Franco simply fell to the ground outside the penalty area and left the ball at his feet. By the way, Etoo took a bite and ate the mud. This time, Franco's attack range was very large, which was also a very risky attack. If he could not save the football, Atletico Madrid would also fall to the point where there was no goalkeeper guarding the goal.

"Oh, magical Franco, he used a defender's standard slip tackle to dissolve the crisis. Let's look at the slow motion of the ball..." The commentator looked at the replay of the ball, from Van der Fate's sudden whim to the zero-angle shot, to Puyol's goal rescue, to Ronaldo's random pass, and then Etoo who soared into the air...

"Haha, I don't know if Etoo's bones are hard or not, it's enough for him to bear it now." The commentator of Atletico Madrid laughed. Look at the height, it's really high...

"Mark!" Franco quickly drove the ball to the frontcourt, because his position had already left the penalty area at this time. If the Barcelona players intercepted the football under his feet, he would be really tragic.

Mark was running towards the half-court at this time, and Mark was only half-court at this time. Mark also saw Franco breaking the football. Mark quickly ran towards Barcelona's half-court football, and Mark was also chasing the football.

Instead of fighting for the top, Mark ran forward directly along the way of the ball. Sylvigno jumped up and he judged the right direction, but the speed of the ball was beyond his imagination. It roared past his scalp and landed directly in front of him, which was still running forward.

Mark is not Van der Fate, he does not have that kind of outstanding skill, but his biggest weapon is the speed of lightning. Therefore, Franco's pass just allowed Mark, who had already accelerated, to play his greatest advantage.

Before Marquis could react, a whirlwind had already passed by him. He could only hear Rijkaard's roar on the sidelines. He turned around and saw only the big No. 10 on the red and white jersey.

Valdes attacked, stretched his body as much as possible and slid towards Mark. He was ready to be kicked by his sneakers. In any case, he could not concede the goal in the last moment of the first half.

Mark shot, but he didn't choose to volley hard. It was too time-consuming. He just rubbed the football with his right instep, bypassed Valdes who had abandoned the goal and headed straight for the empty goal.

"Oh, no!" the commentator shouted with his head in his arms. He couldn't believe that he could not even miss such a ball.

Mark stared at Puyol in front of him, and he was the other one. Before the ball entered the goal, he barely pushed the ball out of the bottom line with his head.

Van der Fat sent a corner kick, and Barboro reached this point, but he felt someone gently pulling his uniform below, and he was helpless in putting the ball high with a slight loss of balance. With the help of this attack, the first half was over.

Rijkald wiped his sweat. It was too dangerous just now. If Puyol hadn't saved the situation continuously, he would probably not be able to control it.

"Damn it! That bitch Puyol!" Barboro cursed angrily. The last header, if Puyol hadn't made that little move behind his back, would have been confident that he would have smashed the ball into the damn goal.

Neither Torres nor Mark spoke, but had a gloomy face and the atmosphere in the locker room was dull.

"Everyone did a good job!" Cooper also walked in with a calm face. The young man still couldn't hold back his anger. "I'm very satisfied with the performance in the midfield and frontcourt." He clapped his hands and called back the players' attention. "Don't be discouraged, you must know that the opponent is not a shrimp skin. They are Barcelona. Didn't you see Rijkald's expression that was almost out of control? Didn't you hear the shouts of the fans? You did a good job!"

"Ah?" Baboro thought Cooper would get angry, but now he suddenly felt that he had hallucinations because he was too tired in the first half.

"Oh, by the way, but in this case, some of our team members still made some mistakes that shouldn't have." Cooper changed his mind, and someone immediately started to play a small drum in his heart.

"Baboro"

"It's a pity, what should be come, it's always coming." Baboro lamented, "Do you know what mistake you made?"

"I didn't score that header, and it didn't help Mark to limit Ronaldinho." Coloczini hurriedly admitted his dereliction of duty, "Wrong! This is not the mistake you made!"

Cooper interrupted him, "Do you know where you are?"

"Central defender." Kolozini was not sure, "What is the responsibility of the central defender?" "Defense..."

"Puff!" Mark squirted out all the water. Isn't this nonsense?

"Wrong!" Cooper sometimes wants to hit this bastard in the head. He is in his twenties, so why is he still confused? "The responsibility of the central defender is not just defense. He has to coordinate and adjust his defense and play a role in leading the team's defense, rather than caring about personal display. Do you understand?"

In fact, this is also because Cooper temporarily accepted the team's relationship. There are many details he did not do. After all, a person's energy is limited, so Cooper did not have time to mention his players.

Barboro's whole body shook, and he understood what Cooper wanted to express, "I understand, coach, in the second half, I will protect our goal with my teammates."

Cooper nodded, "In the second half, we will continue, don't be impatient, especially the forwards. Not every opportunity can be transformed into goals. If you can do it, you are not human." He patted Torres and Portillo, who were silent. "You are not standing centers. If you retreat a little, you can use your advantages."

Portillo was simply invisible in the first half, and he was in Atletico Madrid's formation.

"Raphael, you need to strengthen your long-range shots. Barcelona's defense is not strong. One Puyol cannot cover up the mediocrity of others. Two sides, more inward cuts, and shoot when you have the chance."

"Mark, I have nothing to say about you, but you must pay extra attention to Ronaldinho's defense and not give him a chance. At the same time, you must pay more attention to not giving the opponent a good position to free kicks," Cooper said to Mark.

In fact, it is a bit embarrassing for Cooper to do this. With such a powerful player, I believe no player can defend him and not foul him at the same time, but Mark didn't say much.

"I know." When I know, Mark said while tidying up his socks: "He will be tired in the second half."

"Okay, everyone comes on the field and defeat them!"

"oh!"

The second half began, and Rijkald replaced Ed Milson, who was mediocre in the first half, and replaced Swedish striker Larson, who is known for his impact.

"Touch!" Another long shot with great force. Franco flew over and threw the ball, and then passed a big foot to Mascherano who was retreating and responding. The defense line led by Mascherano and Perea was very good. Although Barcelona seemed to have a strong attack and had a lot of shots, looking at the locations where they fired the guns, they were basically 30 meters away from the goal. Even if this kind of shot was played well, it could not pose a threat to Franco.

Moreover, although goalkeepers like Franco have occasionally made mistakes since they came to Atletico Madrid, his psychological abilities seem to have been greatly strengthened. He seems to have been born for the big game. Such as his superman performance against Real Madrid and his outstanding performance in the first half against Barcelona, ​​they can prove that Franco is a perfect goalkeeper.

"Bah!" Deco spat in disappointment. He deliberately added a spin on the ball this time. Unexpectedly, Franco showed no sign of losing his hand. Instead, he was a little overwhelmed by frequent shots.

"Their defense is pushing very far ahead, don't shoot anymore." Ronaldo grabbed Deco, "played more straight passes and used Etoo's speed."

Torres took Van der Fate's pass, adjusted slightly, and directly shot with one kick. Valdes dared not hold it big, so he held the ball out with one hand. "Sure enough, that guy can't catch this kind of ball!" Torres couldn't help but admire Cooper's observation, "Portillo, shoot more!" He gestured to Portillo on the side, Portillo nodded, and a cruel smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

The corner kick was taken, and the penalty area was in chaos. Valdes felt that his feet were all in front of him, but he could not see the shadow of the ball at all.

"Raphael, why did you serve such a ball? Before you grab the ball, you were trampled to death!" Torres complained in his heart, but his feet kept stopping. In a trance, he seemed to have seen the shadow of the football. He didn't care about it anymore and fell to the ground and shot directly!

With a dull sound, Torres fell on the field with his feet covering his feet. The football flew out of the baseline, and it was another corner kick.

"Fernando!" Mark rushed to Torres, looking at the painful expression on his face and the sweat beads on his forehead, Mark grabbed Puyol who was facing Torres, "Do you want to ruin him?"

The Barcelona players surrounded him, some of whom came to help with the boxing, while others came to persuade them to fight.

"Mark, calm down! Calm down!" Van der Fate hugged Mark who was about to go wild, "I can see clearly that he did not mean it, but just a regular pair of feet."

"Damn..." Mark walked away angrily, and finally glared at Puyol fiercely, "Fernando, is it okay." He shouted to the team doctor, not paying any attention to the yellow card given to him by the referee.

"It's okay, Mark, don't worry, Puyol has no malice. He has stopped him, otherwise I will be really useless." Torres stood up slowly with Mark's shoulder, "It seems like a flaw, just take a break."

"Don't show off. If it really doesn't work, just change people."

"knew."

The corner kick was taken, and Puyol was again. He jumped high and pushed the ball out. Outside the penalty area, Xavi had already been waiting there, without any adjustments, and passed it directly to Jiuli, who was running wildly along the side.

Barcelona counterattack!

Jiuli dribbled the ball very quickly. Antonio Lopez gritted his teeth and chased back desperately, but he was always one position apart and was about to go down the bottom. Jiuli suddenly dunked, and Lopez couldn't stop and rushed over.

It was completely unconsidered, although it was now at least 1 to 2 seconds to make Kuri make a decision, Kuri passed the ball.

The ball was not passed to Larson, who had already ambushed in the penalty area, but instead turned a corner and passed to Etoo's feet near the penalty area. Etoo dunked over Perea who was rushing over and pushed the shot from the far corner!

"Smart!" Rijkald couldn't help but applaud. At this time, the players often pounced towards the front point, and choosing to pass to the back point was indeed a smart choice.

However, at this moment, a tall figure appeared before Etoo's. This man was Mark. Mark had long noticed Etoo's position, and he had been waiting for an opportunity to teach Otoo a lesson. At this time, it was obviously a very good opportunity. He directly pushed the ball out of the penalty area, so at the moment when Juli passed the ball, Mark jumped up and successfully defended Etoo. Of course, this was also very related to his teammate Perea interfering with Etoo's side.

"What!" What Rijkaard wants to do most now is probably to strangle Perea. From the second half to now, Perea seems to have completely exploded in the second half. His presence has made Etoo not get any chance in the game so far.

Mark's early judgment also made Etoo lose the best chance of the whole game. Rijkaard believed that if Etoo could get this football, it would definitely be an excellent chance to score.

"You can't." Mark passed the football to Velasco and shook his index finger at Etoo, with a look of contempt on his face visible.

"You..." Etoo really wanted to kick this guy hard, but he was still playing, so he could only say to himself, "I'll tolerate, I'll tolerate..."

"What a coward," Mark said directly to Etoo.

There was no grudge between the two sides, but in fact the two teams should be considered friends, because both sides have their biggest rival, Real Madrid, and the enemy is a friend. From this point of view, the two sides should still be friends.

It’s just that neither side of the game wants to lose, so the emotions between both sides are also a little excited, which is no wonder.

The ball fell for several rounds in the midfield. Portillo took the ball, and simply dunked and pulled it. He passed the rash Marquez. Under Puyol's interference, he forced his kick. The ball was steadily held by Valdes due to insufficient strength. By the way, this is the first time Valdes hugged the ball today...

Torres had returned to the field, but because of Puyor's kick just now, he still limped when he ran.

"Raphael, the coach lets you break through more and strive for a few better free kicks." Torres held his ear next to Van der Fate and explained Cooper's tactics. Van der Fate nodded. Even if Cooper didn't say it, he would do this.

Rijkald's forehead sweated more and more. Seeing the Barcelona players' frequent fouls and the free kicks getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but get anxious and walked to the sidelines to remind him loudly. However, as time went by, the anxious Barcelona players could no longer hear any instructions in their minds. The only sober Ronaldo was also in the face of Mark's careful defense.

"Beep!" The referee's whistle sounded again. Van der Fate just used a simple change of direction to get rid of Beletti who was rashly robbed. Xavi had no choice but to knock down Van der Fate and gave Atletico a free kick at a 45-degree angle to the left outside the penalty area.

"The angle is not very good, the distance is about 26 meters..." Van der Fate stood with Mark, and then Van der Fate took a look and thought a little, "There is not much room for shooting, and it is difficult to score at the level of the opponent's goalkeeper, and Puyol is in a good state. If you cross, the chance of grabbing the point is really..."

"What kind of tactical ball will Mark play this time?" Van der Fate asked Mark.

Mark and Van der Fate whispered together, and this murmur made all Barcelona players and coaches nervous.

Because Atletico Madrid's Mark and Van der Fate have very strong shooting abilities, they can both score high-quality free kicks and score directly. Even if they are not very good, they cannot be neglected.

Valdes was commanding his teammates' position, and Rijkald was also commanding his disciples on the field to defend well.
Chapter completed!