King Bayern

Chapter 197 Riquelme

"Villarreal's offense is still very good." Helen said.

"After all, it is a team that can compete with Real Madrid and Barcelona."

Cazorla kicked a full moon scimitar outside the penalty area, and Lenz jumped up to make a save and lifted the ball over the crossbar.

Pellegrini pointed to Riquelme, "The current offense is too fast, give the ball to Roman."

Pellegrini knew that this kind of attack would do no good other than increase the stats of one shot.

If you want to tear apart the opponent's defense, you can only rely on the midfield playmaker Riquelme in the end.

Cena ran over, "Give me the ball, you go ahead."

Riquelme nodded. In this way, Senna helped him share most of the pressure, and Riquelme could be freed to attack.

"No."

Hasler noticed that Riquelme has entered the most dangerous area, but 1860 can't help it, because Riquelme runs without the ball, and you can't kick him.

But Hasler still pointed to Yarolim, "Go and stick to him."

Yarolim ran over, with a ruthless look under his simple and honest appearance, "I warn you, be careful of your legs."

Riquelme didn't care about Jarolim. He had seen too many such fierce defensive players, whether in Argentina or Spain.

1860 shrinks the line of defense and allows opponents to control the ball in non-core areas, but once it enters the core area, 1860's defense will be fierce.

Senna looked up, "Do you want to pass the ball to Riquelme?"

"Roman didn't come to the position. Passing the ball at this time is probably going to be kicked."

Senna thought a lot, but he saw a look from Riquelme, so he made up his mind to pass the ball!

The ball was passed to Riquelme over a distance of more than 20 meters, and Jarolim smiled. The ball was tantamount to being kicked.

A good pass is to pass into the space. It is impossible to get rid of this kind of standing and catching the ball, and Riquelme is still holding the ball with his back at this time.

Just as Jarolim grinned and approached Riquelme, waiting for his opponent to turn around, unexpectedly, Riquelme didn't turn around, but tapped his heel instead.

"what?"

"You have eyes behind you."

But Yarolim turned his head and looked dumbfounded, only to see that the ball landed just right at the feet of Jose Mali.

"It really has eyes behind it!"

In fact, this is the result of usual training. As an excellent organizer, Riquelme probably knows the running habits of his teammates.

So even if he didn't look at it, he probably knew where his teammates would appear out of ten.

"Excellent, indeed excellent."

Hassler didn't say anything, but gave Riquelme full marks in his heart. Jose Mari took the ball and pushed the ball wide.

Jose Mari looked up to the sky and sighed, and then gave Riquelme a thumbs up. In fact, Jose Mari was stunned by the ball, and he didn't expect Riquelme to pass it.

Yarolim's face was sullen, the ball was playing tricks on him, the last thing Yarolim could tolerate was being teased by others.

"It seems that I should be more ruthless to you!"

"Riquelme is called a midfield magician. I didn't know why before, but now I know." Helen said.

"Indeed, his passing was like magic."

A good midfielder and a good magician are both surprising.

And most importantly, a good midfielder knows to protect himself. Riquelme has already deeply felt the hostility of the guy behind him. Your eyes look like you want to eat yourself. As long as there is a chance, Jarolim will let Riquelme Kerme paid the price.

And Yarolim actually thought so in his heart at this time, he was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity to kick someone without receiving a red card.

But Riquelme didn't give Jarolim such a chance. Every time he played the ball with one kick, he didn't stop the ball at all.

In this way, although he can protect himself, the accuracy of passing the ball has also declined. The first half is almost over, and Pellegrini does not want to end the first half with a score of 0 to 1, so he waved his hand, Ask players to attack.

Riquelme also wanted to stop the ball and sent a scalpel-precision pass. In the end, he controlled the ball under his feet.

With the ball behind his back, Jarolim dare not kick someone. According to the current rules, kicking someone with his back is a red card. Naturally, Jarolim will not be so stupid, but Riquelme will definitely turn around, when the time comes hehe .

This is Jarolim's wishful thinking. Riquelme is not playing football for the first time, so of course he knows what Jarolim is thinking.

"Turn around and get kicked. If you don't turn around, you can't do anything."

"Turn around, turn around quickly." Yarolim thought to himself.

In the end, Riquelme gritted his teeth, stepped on the sole of his foot, and turned around forcibly. Yarolim swept sideways, and Riquelme fell to the ground on his own initiative.

"No way, let's take a free kick."

The referee ran over, there was no suspense in this plot, a yellow card was given to Jarolim, and a free kick was given to Villarreal.

"It's over, I remember this guy's free kick is also very strong."

Yarolim felt regretful. Looking at the place where the foul was committed, it was just a little before the penalty area, and he could have kicked a beautiful curve ball. Thinking of Hasler's various abusive free kicks in training, Yarolim Rolim shook his head.

Riquelme was holding the ball, with piercing eyes, watching the 1860 players line up the wall, as if the opponent was scum.

Lenz is commanding the human wall, and he also knows how powerful the Argentines are. Lenz lined up a human wall of 6 people.

"Daniel, go to the left, Chen Mu, go to the right, the gap between the two of you should not be so big, don't jump up later."

Lenz felt that the opponent was too thieves, and it would be foolish to prevent Riquelme from kicking a ground ball suddenly.

Commanding the wall, Lenz slapped his big hands, as if he was demonstrating, but it was more of an encouragement to himself.

"I must save this ball!"

The referee signaled that Riquelme could take the penalty. At this time, Riquelme put the ball on the ground, and then stepped back extremely defiantly.

"This guy is really hanging, when we don't exist?"

At this time, Riquelme's eyes were slightly disdainful, he started to run up, and then spun the ball very fast.

The moment the ball flew out, he knew that the ball was there!This is the self-confidence and calmness after hard work.

When the ball crossed the wall, Lenz knew that the ball was out of his reach, and the angle and speed were already unsolvable, but Lenz didn't want to look dumb, so he made a symbolic pounce, no doubt, The ball goes in.

After the goal was scored, Riquelme made his signature celebration again, which was to put his hands next to his ears and make a gesture of protruding ears.

At this moment, Riquelme is like a king on the pitch.