boyutpedia Chapter 7 Pressure
Chapter 7 Pressure
The game resumed with the kickoff from the center circle.
At this moment, the intensity of the competition on the field suddenly escalated to a new level.
Before Jiang Ming scored, the tackling between the two sides was just a routine intra-team exchange;
At this moment, the first team immediately launched a full-scale physical confrontation to suppress the opponent.
Whenever the ball fell to the feet of a U19 player, the first team players would immediately engage in physical collisions within the rules.
In an instant, the young players in the youth team suffered one after another. Although they did not fall to the ground, most of them could not maintain their balance, and there were very few who could still stand on the field.
This level of intensity avoids the risk of injury caused by malicious actions while also serving as a strong warning to these young players.
Jiang Ming had just received the ball when Fabinho delivered a side impact, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"hiss--"
His whole body ached and felt numb, as if it were about to fall apart. Jiang Ming couldn't help but gasp, and could only silently cry out, "Man!"
"Are you alright?" Fabinho asked with a smile, reaching out to help him up.
Jiang Ming saw through the other party's little scheme at a glance.
It's just that I was tricked by a heel through the groin, is it really necessary to hold a grudge and seek revenge like this!
"Thank you..." Jiang Ming said with a forced smile, letting Fabinho pull him up from the ground.
Fabinho patted Jiang Ming on the shoulder: "Kid, that was pretty good! Keep it up!"
Jiang Ming stood there, rubbing his shoulder where he had just been patted.
When he said to keep up the good work, was he referring to the time when he had just groined him?
Surely you don't mean for me to get hit by him a few more times...
The match has reached the 17th minute.
During this period, the first team completely pinned the U19 team inside the penalty area, making it impossible for them to get the ball out of the box.
Moutinho secretly took a shot from the edge of the penalty area, catching the U19 defenders completely off guard.
The ball flew over everyone's heads and slammed heavily into the center of the goal crossbar.
The goalposts trembled slightly, a testament to the immense power of the shot.
The ball rebounded smoothly, and Mbappe unleashed his full power, clearing the ball out of bounds before El Shaarawy could touch it.
"Nice!"
"Good defense!"
Mbappe gave each of his teammates a high-five.
He was unwilling to drop back into the backfield. As an attacking player, his job is to score goals, and dropping back to defend would only diminish his tactical value!
However, the U19 team can't even get the ball out of the penalty area right now, and he can only wait helplessly in the frontcourt without any solutions, so he has no choice but to retreat and defend.
Bernardo Silva, holding the ball, quickly ran to the corner flag area.
He placed the ball steadily, stood up, raised his right hand to signal, and then prepared to take the corner kick.
The penalty area was packed with people, and even the U19 goalkeeper barely had any room to move or make a run.
"Snap—"
The corner kick was taken, and a swirling inward curve swept across the sky above the field.
The corner kick landed precisely in the center of the six-yard box.
First-team striker Lachina Traoré, standing at 203 centimeters tall, resembles a towering black tower in the U19 team's penalty area.
Traore suddenly exerted force with his feet, leaping high into the air.
A precise header sent the ball flying into the top corner of the goal!
Traore landed steadily, his face expressionless, showing neither celebration nor cheers.
He had scored this kind of header countless times in training and was already used to it.
Monaco's first team defeated Monaco's U19 team 2-1!
The U19 team's desperate pursuit of a draw couldn't be sustained for long against the first team.
After that, Monaco's first team went completely wild and let loose.
26 minutes.
Bernardo Silva delivered a cross from the byline, drawing the attention of the defense.
El Shaarawy made a quick run to the far post and slotted the ball home.
Monaco's first team defeated Monaco's U19 team 3-1!
30 minutes.
Fabinho intercepted the ball and immediately launched a counter-attack.
Moutinho received the ball, adjusted his position, and unleashed a long-range shot.
This time, the ball no longer hit the crossbar; it flew straight into the net, completely piercing the U19 goalkeeper's fingers.
Jiang Ming couldn't help but feel despair for his own goalkeeper as he watched.
Even though his fingertips touched the ball, he was unable to stop Moutinho's terrifying speed from scoring.
At this moment, Jiang Ming supported himself on his knees with both hands, bent over, and gasped for breath.
The match was played on a half-court pitch, which might lead some fans to mistakenly believe that the smaller pitch would result in less running and physical exertion.
The truth is quite the opposite; frequent cross-positioning is required in confined spaces.
It's impossible to walk around and adjust like on a standard court; the overall running intensity is actually much higher.
In addition, Fabinho repeatedly engaged in close physical confrontations, relentlessly ramming into him and knocking him over time.
At this moment, his feet were on the grass, and he felt weak and unsteady.
My heart was pounding violently in my chest, my heart rate soared to 150, and my body was already on the verge of its limit.
He probably understands how Ultraman Tiga felt when the red light was on.
4-1.
Monaco's first team dominated the entire match, giving the U19 team's young players a harsh lesson.
As the game drew to a close, the first team deliberately toned down their intensity, giving the young players some face and avoiding completely crushing their confidence.
After all, they are all our own youth training students, there is no need to kill them all.
Ultimately, the intra-squad training match ended with a score of 5-1, giving the U19 team a "happy labor experience".
This allowed a group of youth team players to personally experience the gap between professional and amateur levels.
Even with outstanding performances from Jiang Ming and Mbappe, it couldn't change the fact that they lost by a large margin.
Football is a team game.
On the sidelines, Jardim was writing notes in his notebook.
"Leon, what are your thoughts after watching this?" Frederick asked.
"Overall, it was acceptable. Apart from the first goal conceded at the start, there were no obvious flaws in the rest of the game," Jardim said thoughtfully.
"Although the score difference is huge, most of the first team's goals are achieved through the individual strength of the star players."
"Besides, your U19 team is not without its own strength; they have produced quite a few highlights on the offensive end," Jardim commented slowly.
After saying that, he handed the notebook to Frederick.
"I plan to transfer two players from your team to the first team to prepare for the upcoming Europa League matches."
"The Europa League?" Frederick frowned. "They've never played in a formal professional competition before. Is it really appropriate for them to participate in this level of competition so rashly?"
"He's just on the reserve list; he might not actually play," Jardine sighed softly. "You know, the first team is short-handed right now."
Lemar, Dilar, Cavaleiro, Bachlouli, North Traore...
Even Bakayoko's injury is questionable, and his availability for the match is unknown.
In a short period of time, Monaco's first team injury list has already included five key players.
There isn't even a single available substitute in midfield.
Does this mean we have to make the current starting lineup play the full 90 minutes every game?
That's simply unrealistic.
If he weren't so short-handed, he wouldn't have specifically arranged this training match for the youth teams; the purpose was precisely to assess the hidden, usable combat power.
In the next round of the Europa League, Monaco will host Belgian powerhouse Anderlecht at the Stade Louis II.
This match is directly related to whether the team can advance from the group stage.
The team is currently in Europa League Group J:
Tottenham have won two, drawn one and lost one of their four matches, accumulating seven points and firmly holding the top spot in their group.
Monaco has one win and three draws, accumulating 6 points and ranking second.
Anderlecht and Qarabag are close behind, both with 4 points.
The key to this match is self-evident; there is no room for error.
Because Monaco will have to play a tough away game against Tottenham in the last round of the group stage.
That was a battle that was widely considered almost impossible to win, the toughest nut to crack.
If they fail to secure crucial points against Anderlecht, the team will essentially be eliminated from the knockout stage.
"Boss, we have the home advantage, so taking down our opponents shouldn't be a problem," Frederick reassured him.
Although Anderlecht is a strong team in the Belgian First Division, the gap in strength between the two leagues is undeniable, with Ligue 1 generally having a clear advantage over the Belgian First Division.
"I hope so."
For some reason, a faint unease lingered in Yaldin's heart.
He walked slowly into the field, his gaze falling on the Chinese boy on the lawn.
Jiang Ming felt the sunlight above his head suddenly blocked by a shadow, and then a calm voice slowly rang out:
"Kid, you played well in this game. Report to the first team training ground early tomorrow."