The referee blows his whistle.
The game starts again!
In sixty minutes, four goals have been scored on the field!
This national derby in the Segunda División is showing exactly how popular it should be!
"Hala, Madrid!"
"Hala, Madrid!"
In the stands, the stadium DJ shouted the classic slogan of Real Madrid!
The wave of people in white behind them responded instantly!
The Di Stéfano Stadium set off a terrifying momentum from the Real Madrid fans!
They seemed to be building a fortress in the stands.
Encouraging their players to defend their home honors!
"Boom!"
Facing the hustle and bustle from the auditorium.
Viktor turned a blind eye and drove the ball in the middle circle!
He turned around and ran across the center line!
Traoré and Fati also followed closely on the two wings!
The overall rhythm of the game is very fast.
Offensive and defensive transitions are particularly frequent.
The attacking side basically presses forward aggressively!
Near midfield.
Quintillà and Ilie hit the wall several times in succession.
After passing Cheryshev, who was left a little helpless.
The ball was distributed to the feet of full-back Juste!
Juste kicked the ball straight in front of him!
The football rolled along the touchline!
It came to the area controlled by Traoré!
The little tank immediately showed his excellence.
Beside him.
Juanfran, one of the cornerstones of Atlético Madrid's future, who had already appeared in Real Madrid's first team for two games.
Was knocked away violently by Traoré!
Explosiveness is his forte!
While holding the ball forward.
On Traoré's flank.
Thanks to the extremely high running attribute blessing.
Viktor broke straight into Real Madrid's defense.
Wandering in an ambiguous position, right on the verge of being offside!
The Barcelona away fans on the sidelines were already shouting!
Traoré made a decisive cross!
The football took a small arc.
It was pushed obliquely in front of Viktor.
Viktor started instantly!
Running towards the ball with him was the Castilla captain, Nacho!
This was a direct duel between center-forward and central defender!
"Viktor is fast! He seems to be an all-around center-forward!"
"But Nacho Fernández is defending him! The main central defender of the Spanish National Youth Team!"
"And the football is on the weak side of the No. 99 center! He seems unable to adjust his body comfortably to hit the goal!"
...
— [The little tank on the wing is too much to handle! Which full-back wouldn't feel numb facing that?]
— [Real Madrid's defensive line was completely disturbed by Viktor! There's something special about his movement!]
— [Is he going to use his body to fight for it again? But this angle is not very good! Can Viktor shoot with his left foot?]
— [If he adjusts to his right foot before hitting the goal, the opportunity will be lost!]
...
On the pitch.
Viktor leaned against Nacho, who was tight on defense!
Catch and push!
Although it is very difficult to fight through the heat of the moment.
But Nacho has a lot of defensive experience!
He has been squeezing Viktor's dribbling space!
Driving him to the left side of the restricted area!
One step...
Two steps...
Viktor broke into the penalty area, and Nacho desperately blocked his space to the right!
Not giving up an inch of land!
He knew that Viktor's dominant foot was the right foot!
Viktor gritted his teeth.
There was no option to cut the ball to the right side of his body and then deal with it.
From the rear, Fabinho had already chased back to defend!
If he tried to adjust his position to open the door again, the opportunity would be fleeting!
There was no other way.
Hit the goal with the left foot!
Viktor's core tightened, and his left foot pumped under the side of the football.
Hitting for the far corner of the goal!
He didn't even glance at the goal!
He made his direction completely by feel!
Standing in the goal was still Luca Zidane!
Zidane looked solemn on the sidelines.
His heartbeat became very fast in an instant!
But after a few seconds, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief...
"Ahhhh...!"
"0.0000...1 mm! The football went off the end line, grazing the far post!"
"Little Luca got a second life! The Goddess of Luck finally took care of him once!"
"It's too thrilling! This is the most threatening shot since the beginning of the second half!"
...
The Spanish commentary was enthusiastic.
The moment Viktor's left-footed shot slid past the far post.
The Real Madrid fans above his head burst out in relief!
The pressure this center-forward put on them was enormous!
Just a little bit away, and the score on the field would have been rewritten again!
"Fuck! Fuck! Is the goal size wrong?!"
Traoré ran to Viktor, holding his head in regret.
Viktor was amused by this kid: "Don't start talking like me!"
He is not a one-footed man like Di María or Robben.
But shooting with his left foot was indeed not his strong point!
In the past at La Masia U17.
In the same position, he would have had the time and space to adjust the ball to his right and hit the goal calmly.
But in today's arena, the level of the defenders is obviously much higher!
They aren't giving him enough room to adjust!
"Balance between left and right feet is very important for a center-forward!"
Viktor was thoughtful.
He found a new training direction!
...
After the danger in front of Real Madrid was resolved.
The game continued.
"Hold the ball firmly! Watch out for the connection!"
On the sidelines, Sacristán looked serious.
Turning his head, his eyes swept over the figures on the bench...
He was very clear.
In ten or twenty minutes, he would have to make a substitution!
Especially the midfielders.
He knew the physical condition of these little guys on the field!
There were very few who could play the whole game!
"Do you want to try that little guy from Japan?"
The assistant coach asked tentatively.
Sacristán shook his head decisively: "We don't need to send on more offensive players! Viktor and Traoré are enough!"
Speaking of this, his face suddenly became solemn, a little serious.
"I haven't read Viktor's fitness report yet! I don't know... whether his physical condition allows him to play the whole game!"
"Right now, he is the anchor of our front line!"
In this game, almost all the opportunities for the Barcelona B team to create dangerous situations were arranged by Viktor!
Sacristán was even more convinced.
This center-forward would become the future of Barcelona!
...
This problem was nothing to worry about.
After taking that bottle of recovery potion not long ago.
Viktor's stamina had also been greatly restored!
Even in the Segunda División, where the intensity is already high.
At least in this game, he had the ability to play the full ninety minutes!
On the pitch.
The ball was constantly switching around the midfield!
Everyone wanted to hit the ball into the opponent's penalty area at once!
But as the game time went on.
Both sets of players had obviously experienced a decline in physical fitness!
The accuracy of passing and catching the ball had dropped significantly!
This was good news for the Barcelona B team players!
During this period of time, the oppression from Real Madrid had slowed down a bit compared to before.
Castilla's counter-pressing in the frontcourt was also getting a bit weak!
On the contrary.
The pass-and-control of the Barcelona teenagers was finally able to be displayed!
"It's time to change..."
Zidane stroked his chin, looking at his bench.
Compared with the bench of the Barcelona B team, he had many more cards to play!
...
Castilla's advance slowed down.
But under Jesé's organization and scheduling.
The attacks still unfolded wave after wave in a decent manner!
At the front of Barcelona's penalty area, there was often jitteriness!
In a blink of an eye.
The game came to the seventy-fifth minute.
Seventy-five minutes is an ambiguous time point in a game!
For a player in a position that consumes a lot of energy.
At this time, their physical energy has been used up to seventy or eighty percent!
On a dead ball chance.
The fourth official on the sidelines raised his substitution card!
Both teams made substitutions one after another!
Seeing a new Real Madrid player.
Viktor was also taken aback for a moment.
Even with the memory of his previous life, he had no impression of this person...
Soon, the big screen above the court solved his doubts!
"Zidane sent on Mosquera! This is a player from Getafe on loan to Castilla!"
"He is recovering from a serious injury! No wonder Zidane didn't arrange for him to start!"
...
Viktor suddenly realized.
Like Fabinho, this was also a player on loan from another club!
But it was different from the Portuguese team where Fabinho came from.
Mosquera belonged to Getafe in La Liga!
His competitive experience should far surpass everyone present!
Mosquera, wearing the No. 11 jersey, wandered the pitch.
His position was central midfielder!
According to Zidane's instructions, he replaced Cheryshev, and formed a midfield combination with Jesé!
After a meniscus removal operation, he hadn't played an official game for a long time.
This was why he was loaned out by Getafe.
But in his opinion.
It was no problem to deal with a Segunda División match!
...
"The last fifteen minutes of this focus battle! Both teams have made their final changes!"
"It can be seen that none of them want to be the target of verbal criticism by the media after the game!"
"Viktor and Jesé are still on the field! This is a battle between the Real Madrid and Barcelona talented teenagers!"
In the northwest corner of the stadium, the Spanish commentator looked excited.
He couldn't wait to fast-forward to the end of the game!
Regardless of the outcome of this game.
It would all become the talk of Spanish fans for the next week!
...
Sacristán stood on the sidelines with his arms folded: "We can only use offense as a last-ditch effort!"
The assistant coach next to him nodded again and again: "Although we can't expect too much from Viktor, after all, this is his first show in the second division... but my fate and your fate are pinned on him at this time!"
After the words fell, Sacristán felt quite a bleak atmosphere.
He couldn't help but smile wryly.
"Yeah! If we lose this derby again, you and I might have to pack our bags tomorrow..."
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