novelhk Chapter 24 My Tactics Board!
Chapter 24 My Tactics Board!
Simeone shouted and waved his arms excitedly, looking even more heartbroken than if he had lost the league title.
Atletico Madrid's chief team doctor, Ortega, carrying a heavy medical kit, sprinted onto the field like a 100-meter dash.
He ran to Li Jing's side, knelt on one knee, and was about to reach out to check the "broken leg" with a look of anxiety on his face.
Li Jing suddenly opened the eye closest to the grass, lowered his voice, and blurted out a few words at lightning speed:
"I'm perfectly fine. Use more pain-relieving spray. Call a stretcher to carry me out. Walk slowly, the slower the better."
Ortega's hand froze in mid-air.
After a moment of stunned silence, he instantly understood.
As a veteran team doctor who has been in the football world for many years, he is all too familiar with this kind of charade.
However, is it really reasonable for such seasoned veterans to use these tactics on a young person like you?!
He immediately adopted a very serious expression and took out a large bottle of cryotherapy spray from the medical kit.
He sprayed a torrent of water down Li Jing's calf.
"Sizzle—"
The white mist instantly enveloped half of the restricted area, creating a stunning visual effect.
After spraying, Ortega stood up with a heavy expression and, facing Simeone and the fourth official on the sidelines, made a very serious crossed-hand gesture indicating that a stretcher was needed.
Mourinho, seeing the gesture on the sidelines, frowned and glanced at his watch. Addition time was about to begin.
Two staff members carried a stretcher and jogged onto the field. But when they reached Li Jing, at Gabi's signal, their movements became extremely slow, as if they were carrying not a player, but an antique porcelain piece that would break at the slightest touch.
The Real Madrid players were so anxious they were jumping up and down on the spot.
Cristiano Ronaldo was originally standing outside the penalty area, but seeing the stretcher moving so slowly, he ran over and tried to help carry it himself.
Gabby shoved him away violently, his eyes wide with anger: "Don't touch my brother! Do you want him to get even worse?!"
Cristiano Ronaldo spread his hands, complaining to the referee with utter helplessness.
Li Jing was carefully lifted onto a stretcher.
The stretcher moved slowly toward the sideline. As it passed Di Maria, Li Jing closed his eyes and deliberately let out an extremely weak groan.
But at the moment the stretchers were crossed, Li Jing suddenly opened his eyes halfway and glanced at Di Maria with a highly provocative and mocking look.
Di Maria clearly saw that provocative look.
That wasn't some serious injury or death; it was clearly contempt as if they were looking at an idiot!
Di Maria was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder. He pointed at the stretcher and yelled furiously at the referee:
"He's faking it! He's definitely faking it! Look, he was looking at me just now!"
The referee ignored him completely and just urged the stretcher to come out quickly.
【Ding! 】
[Successfully manipulated Di Maria's mentality! Multiple target individuals were detected to have suffered complete emotional breakdowns!]
[Violence Points +10000!]
System notifications rang wildly in Li Jing's mind, this extreme maneuver caused his misdeeds value to skyrocket.
The stretcher had just been carried out of bounds when the referee immediately blew his whistle, signaling the start of the match.
Real Madrid players were as anxious as ants on a hot plate. Alonso got the ball and prepared to quickly take a throw-in to launch one last long pass attack.
At this critical moment!
Just moments ago, Li Jing was lying on the stretcher, seemingly on the verge of death, but suddenly, as if he had been given a high-strength spring, he jumped right off the stretcher!
The two stretcher bearers were so startled that their hands trembled, and they almost dropped the empty stretcher on the ground.
Li Jing stood firmly outside the sideline, jumped up and down twice with boundless energy, stomped his feet, then turned to the fourth official, raised his right hand high, and shouted loudly:
"Referee! I feel much better! Request to re-enter the field immediately!"
The fourth official stared at the guy in front of him who had "broken his leg" one second and could run a marathon the next, his facial muscles twitching wildly.
A medical miracle has been born!
Mourinho, who was not far from the sideline, saw the whole thing clearly.
The madman stared at Li Jing in disbelief, his face turning from white to red, and then from red to green.
He suddenly raised the tactical board in his hand and slammed it hard on the ground!
"Snapped!"
The plastic tactical board shattered into pieces, with debris flying everywhere.
Mourinho roared at the fourth official:
"Is this part of football?! Is this the kind of game you allow?!"
"This is just a friendly match, I don't even want to think about what he might dare to do in a league or a cup competition!!"
The fourth official, feeling utterly helpless, spoke briefly with the referee via communicator, then pointed to the field and granted Li Jing permission to enter.
Once given permission, Li Jing charged straight onto the field like a tiger unleashed from its cage.
Just then, Alonso threw the ball in from the sideline, and it fell towards midfield. Li Jing unleashed his full speed, and before Özil could touch the ball, he made an extremely fierce and clean sliding tackle!
The ball was directly knocked out of bounds on the other side.
The referee checked his watch.
The extra time has been completely used up in that farcical "medical miracle" just now.
"Beep—beep—beep!"
The final whistle has blown!
0: 0!
Atletico Madrid, playing away from home, managed to force a draw against a fully-strength Galácticos II team with their iron-willed defense and almost shameless tactics!
……
The moment the final whistle blows.
In the basement of a residential community in China.
Li Laoqi kicked over the old gaming chair. He jumped onto the table and roared wildly at the camera in the live stream, spitting all over the screen.
"Two hundred thousand! I bet Atletico Madrid won't lose!!"
"See that! That's true understanding! That's divine! Medical miracles are amazing! Li Jing is awesome!"
Little Potato stood to the side, looking at the long string of numbers in his phone account showing the money withdrawn, covering his mouth and laughing and crying at the same time.
And in stadiums in the Middle East.
Atletico Madrid's substitutes rushed onto the field as if they had won the Champions League.
They surrounded Li Jingtuan, some frantically ruffling his hair, others forcefully patting his back.
This was just a friendly match, but for a team that had been struggling with losses for half the season, this draw was even more valuable than a victory in an official match.
Gabi even got teary-eyed.
As the captain, he naturally knew what such a draw meant.
Some matches are simply unwinnable.
He was acutely aware of how much a loss could impact the team's morale.
Even if it's just a friendly match.
……
Ten minutes later, in the Atlético Madrid locker room.
The atmosphere completely exploded.
Champagne foam mingled with sweat, filling every corner.
Courtois, a two-meter-tall man, completely lost his composure on the field.
He was shirtless, and somehow pulled out a large bottle of champagne provided by the sponsor. After shaking it wildly, he sprayed it all over everyone.
After spraying champagne, Courtois wasn't satisfied.
He threw Simone's whiteboard, covered with tactical plans, on the ground, stepped on it like a skateboard, and slid wildly across the slippery locker room floor, letting out extremely excited screams.
Courtois's flamboyant style contrasted sharply with the honest and unassuming demeanor on the field, pushing the atmosphere of extreme celebration after the release of pent-up frustration to a climax.
Gabby retrieved an unopened bottle of beer from the ice bucket under the tactical table. He forcefully bit open the metal cap with his teeth and strode over to hand it to Li Jing.
"Dude, that last 'medical timeout' was a stroke of genius!"
Gabi laughed and patted Li Jing on the back.
"I genuinely thought Pepe had broken your leg!"
Li Jing took the beer, tilted his head back, and took a sip.
The cool liquid flowed down my throat and into my stomach, dispelling all my fatigue.
Then, he tapped the tactical table next to him with his finger in a serious manner.
"Captain, this is called outsmarting the enemy."
Li Jing looked at Gabi, his tone extremely professional.
"This is called 'tactically cutting off the continuity of the opponent's high-position pressure'."
Several people in the locker room turned to look at him.
"Real Madrid's formation had already pushed into our defensive third, forming an absolute siege."
Li Jing gestured with his finger on the table.
"If I hadn't gone down, their second attack would have been completed in just five seconds. The two minutes I lay there not only reset our defensive positioning but also completely cooled off their adrenaline."
Li Jing demonstrates clear tactical logic, using highly professional terminology to explain extremely unscrupulous behavior, creating a strong contrast.
The locker room fell silent for a second.
Then, a burst of laughter erupted, almost lifting the roof off.
Falcao pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, walked over, and clinked his electrolyte water bottle against Li Jing's beer bottle.
Simone, wearing a shirt completely soaked in champagne, squeezed into the crowd.
He grabbed Li Jing's neck, vigorously ruffled his hair, and laughed and scolded:
"What kind of monster is in your head, kid? But I like it! Atletico Madrid's defense needs this kind of tough and cunning bastard!"
Simeone suddenly turned around, kicked over an empty bucket of water next to him, and yelled at all the players.
"To celebrate how you prevented that arrogant Mourinho from succeeding today!"
Simone's face was full of fervor.
"The whole team has a day off in the Middle East tomorrow! We'll return to Madrid the day after tomorrow to prepare for the league!"
"Awooo—!"
The locker room erupted into wild cheers once again, with deafening sounds of lockers being smashed.
"Holy crap, who the hell messed up my tactics board like this?!"
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