It's hotly debated right now!
— [It's not a level game! A little boring!]
— [Barcelona is still very strong, but the level of the second team is really hard to compliment! Look at Real Madrid's second team, all of them have the strength to play in La Liga!]
— [This is the National Derby of the Segunda División? Are you sure it's not a unilateral crush?]
— [This is still at Real Madrid's home court! Barcelona players are going home crying!]
— [No wonder Barcelona will send Viktor to start! It turns out that the whole team is so rubbish!]
...
On the pitch.
The game has restarted!
After returning to the middle circle to kick off, Viktor knocked the ball back to the midfielder Ilie behind him!
Turned around and ran to the hinterland of Barcelona!
The position of the wings.
Ansu Fati's position was slightly behind, and he responded near the midfield.
Traoré followed in Viktor's footsteps.
Moved forward in time!
The front line of the entire Barcelona B team is also gradually moving forward!
And in contrast.
The Castilla players also started to fight back in the area without hesitation!
"Boom!"
Near the midfield, facing the pressing of Isco and Cheryshev.
Ilie hit the ball fast!
Throwing the ball to Fati on the wing.
Fati's heart tightened, and he didn't dare to neglect.
He also took the ball with one touch and knocked the ball horizontally to the oncoming central midfielder Quintillà!
"To be honest, your little guys don't play like Barcelona's pass and control! It's like our pass and cut!"
In the stadium box, Wenger smiled playfully.
These teenagers' touches obviously don't have the taste of Barcelona!
Some calmness is missing!
"It seems so, but it's actually because they don't have the ability to hold the ball like Xavi and Iniesta!"
Enrique spread his hands helplessly.
Many people think that Barcelona and Arsenal play very similarly.
So they totally fall into one category!
Actually, the difference is...
Barcelona is pass and control, but Arsenal is good at pass and cut!
The difference of one word makes a big difference!
Pass and control pays more attention to 'control'.
More about space and control.
The requirements for players' ability to hold the ball are very high!
And Arsenal's pass and cut are more concerned about zooming and thrusting!
Every pass is basically a dangerous pass forward!
Enrique was right.
These midfielders of the Barcelona B team are average in holding the ball!
"Quintillà's pass was intercepted! It was Isco! Error by the Barcelona midfielder!"
"The ball was knocked back to centre-back Nacho! He is the captain of Castilla!"
"Oh my god, Nacho fell to the ground! The referee didn't say anything! The ball was cut off by the number 99!"
"God, what's with the weird number 99? Who's that guy? Isn't that a foul?"
Northwest corner of the field.
The commentary of the Spanish broadcast station is explaining the game!
In the exclamation of Real Madrid fans at the scene.
Castilla's backcourt.
Viktor made a deft back run a few seconds ago.
He seized the opportunity of Isco's return pass at the right time and stole the ball!
After triggering the Inzaghi template.
His positioning attribute has reached 93!
His movement awareness has reached a very high level!
While stealing the ball.
He also mercilessly gave Nacho, who was fighting for the ball, a shoulder barge!
His goal is the restricted area!
Finish the shot in the penalty area!
Thus triggering the skills of the King of the Restricted Zone!
In the boxes above the stands.
Lopetegui jumped from his chair!
Lied on the window and kept his eyes wide open!
Nacho at 1.78m is an all-rounder in the defense!
Although the height is not high, his center of gravity is very stable!
Central defender, full-back, and even defensive midfielder.
He can play them all perfectly!
Not only the captain of Castilla at this time.
At the same time, he is also the main defender of Spain U21 under Lopetegui!
But when facing the Polish center-forward.
In the confrontation, he was completely at a disadvantage!
He was leaned away abruptly!
"The physical fitness of this player?"
Lopetegui was very surprised, "Is this why he is called a 'genius center'?"
...
"Referee! Referee!"
On the pitch.
Nacho got up from the ground in embarrassment.
He raised his hand to appeal to the referee.
While chasing Viktor who is breaking into the penalty area with the ball!
The physical confrontation just now.
Made him feel like he hit a wall!
Zidane on the sidelines also stood up at this moment!
He spit out the gum in his mouth in one gulp.
Kept his eyes on Viktor on the field!
This is a semi-breakaway ball!
In front of the striker, apart from the goalkeeper, there is only one central defender on the side!
Zidane glanced worriedly in the direction of the goal...
"Fabinho! Don't let him in!"
In front of the goal, Luca Zidane roared!
Yes, he is Zidane's son.
At this time in Castilla as the starting goalkeeper!
In the restricted area.
After receiving the order, Fabinho immediately met Viktor sprinting towards the penalty area!
Fabinho is not a product of Real Madrid's youth academy.
He was on loan to Castilla!
Having practiced in the Portuguese league for a long time, he already has most of the abilities required by a defender!
"That's it, boy!"
With a roar, Fabinho stepped sideways in front of Viktor!
His gesture is about to clear the ball out of the penalty area!
Because he was in a dangerous area like the box, he didn't put the slide tackle in the first place.
Instead, he chose to use his strong body to try to bump Viktor off the ball!
However, the next second.
Viktor was staggered by Fabinho's hip check.
But not seriously out of place!
The football is still at his feet!
He even flicked the ball sideways and forward.
Made a leg swing!
"Fuck! How is it possible?!"
Fabinho was shocked!
At this moment, he can't care so much anymore.
Adjusting his body position, he went in for a sliding tackle!
After the plan to stop Viktor with his body failed.
Even at the risk of a red card, he has to make the instinctive choice of a central defender!
"Yeah!"
The shining studs flashed in front of his eyes!
Viktor clearly felt that his ankle had been hit hard!
But fortunately.
Even if his whole body was tackled and staggered.
His shooting action in the penalty area had also been completed!
The next task is to...
"A confrontation like a beast! This is a hand-to-hand combat in the restricted area!"
"The No. 99 center carried two Real Madrid central defenders one after another! Fabinho became angry! He made a flying tackle in the penalty area!"
"Thank you so much! But No. 99 forcibly shot the ball in the direction of the goal!"
…
In front of the goal.
Luca Zidane broke out in a cold sweat!
As the largest 'nepotism hire' in Castilla.
The head coach's son!
His promotion from the lower echelons to Castilla was as swift as a rocket.
In terms of experience, there is still something lacking!
The moment Viktor shot the goal, he bounced off the goal line!
He didn't take a moment to observe the direction of the shot.
Instead, he subconsciously rushed towards the direction he thought was right!
His goalkeeper coach told him that when strikers are not facing the goal, the vast majority of their shooting choices are towards the near post!
This time he bet right!
The football is coming towards the top corner on the side of the near post!
However, Luca was secretly delighted for a moment.
But it was crushed in an instant!
The speed of this shot far exceeded his imagination!
So much so that even if he jumped in the right direction, he still couldn't touch the football!
The audience is silent!
Immediately afterwards.
Swish!
A clear sound of hitting the net resounded through the stadium!
Real Madrid fans were stunned!
Fabinho and Nacho in the penalty area were also stunned!
Luca's figure that flew out fell heavily on the turf.
Behind him.
The net is lifted!
The football is spinning at high speed in the net!
"Damn it! Goal in! It's an unsolvable goal into the very corner of the net!!"
"Unbelievable! Barcelona B team equalized the score with a burst shot!"
"This is a goal in the 16th minute! The No. 99 center of the Barcelona B team scored the goal! He blasted past Nacho and Fabinho inside and outside the penalty area one after another!"
"Viktor... Viktor! His name is Viktor Gyökeres! Just transferred from La Masia U17 to the second team!"
…
Northwest corner of the field.
The Spanish commentator is passionate.
The stands.
It is the same as the tsunami of Real Madrid fans not long ago.
The Barcelona fans in the away game are also jumping up in the away stands at this moment!
Shouting out!
The disadvantage in numbers has not weakened their momentum!
"Beep!"
At the same time, the referee blew his whistle!
Ran into the restricted area!
Without mercy, he took out a yellow card.
Raised it above his head and showed it to Fabinho!
In terms of words, a certain amount of blame was also given!
This is an additional yellow card!
Used to punish this central defender for the sliding tackle in the penalty area not long ago!
Fabinho touched his bald head angrily, ignoring the yellow card.
Instead, he ran to the side and pulled Viktor up with an embarrassed look on his face.
The teammates of the Barcelona B team also surrounded their goal hero.
Traoré squatted down to check Viktor's ankle.
With a wave of his fist, he was about to rush forward to argue with Fabinho!
Looking at the muscular Traoré, the players of the Barcelona B team immediately stopped him.
"Sorry bro... hope you're not hurt!"
Fabinho is a little cramped!
It stands to reason that he escaped a red card!
Although this is not his original intention!
His original intention was to prevent Viktor from shooting!
Injured?
Viktor grinned in pain!
Fabinho, the old boy, the tackle was solid!
Suddenly thinking of something, Viktor immediately took out a bottle of recovery potion from the system space!
Took it immediately!
All of a sudden, the pain in the ankle eased a lot!
The reward from the cheapest bronze treasure chest has become what he needs most now!
Viktor heaved a sigh of relief.
If he kept his ankle injury, he might end up only playing for a few minutes!
"Damn, you should be glad this is not our home field!"
"Otherwise you could only walk out of the court on your knees!"
Viktor was pulled up by Fabinho, curled his lips and cursed.
As far as Fabinho admits his mistakes, his attitude is obvious.
He still wants to curse!
On the court, he has never been a good stubble!
"Sorry bro..."
Fabinho sighed!
He is also very helpless!
He originally thought that with his strong body, a little confrontation would be able to knock this center-forward out of the penalty area!
But he didn't expect that this guy's center of gravity is so stable!
He didn't take advantage of that confrontation at all!
In the end, it resulted in a conceded goal!
What a blood loss!
"Fabio! You are too reckless! If it weren't for the Di Stéfano Stadium, you must have received a red card!"
Nacho came over and complained.
Fabinho's face hurt.
How dare you talk about me...
If it wasn't because you missed that guy...
…
"That's him! That's him!"
In the stadium box, Lopetegui couldn't hold back anymore!
Dancing in the box!
Ancelotti patted him on the shoulder helplessly: "Julen, calm down! The Barcelona coaches are all next door! Do you want them to know that you are with me?"
Lopetegui's face froze, and he said embarrassingly: "I almost forgot this..."
But in an instant, the expression on his face became wonderful again.
"No wonder the scout report called that little guy a 'genius center'! Carlo, have you seen his movement and confrontation?"
"Morata is nothing compared to him!"
"Look at his shooting skills! In the same position, let Morata shoot a hundred kicks, and he can't hit the dead corner!"
After the words fell, Lopetegui suddenly felt a little awkward in the atmosphere.
Looking at the annoyed expression of Carlo Ancelotti beside him.
Lopetegui smiled helplessly.
"Er... Carlo, I forgot that Morata is from your Real Madrid..."