In this game, Yi Zhe took the advantage of passing and controlling to the extreme. After taking a two-goal lead in the first half, he slowed down and started passing and controlling in the second half. Everyone saw the superb field control ability of him and Modric.
It's just that the process of the game was a bit boring, and even die-hard Real Madrid fans like Medleno frowned.
"Yi and Luka are indeed the ones who know how to control the game best, but what we need to see is not Real Madrid like this! We should have offense! Attack - poke the ball into the opposite goal!"
In the entire second half, Real Madrid had more than 70% of the ball, but for more time, everyone just watched a Real Madrid team passing training.
When the referee blew the final whistle, there were boos at the Bernabeu!
"Although such a victory is indeed a bit boring, our team has won four consecutive victories. Gentlemen, you should stay calm... uh..."
Medleno glanced back and saw angry protests when the team walked to the sidelines to bow out.
"Barcelona football, get out of the Bernabeu!"
"We need an attack! We need a storm!"
Yi Zhe didn't expect this change at all, especially when Zidane pulled him to face the media's criticism after the game.
"Yi, do you think Real Madrid football will become what you want one day?"
Yi Zhe smiled. He knew this was a trap, but he didn't want to tell lies in front of the camera: "As long as we can win, I believe this is the football you want."
This is also true, but Yi Zhe found that the door was blocked before he even walked out of the stadium.
UltraSUR, Real Madrid's extreme fan organization, organized a group of people to pull banners at the door of the locker room. They saw Yi Zhe coming out of the corner and waving their fists at him frantically.
"Chinamen, get out of Madrid!"
"Beware of dangerous infiltration from Catalan elements!"
Yi Zhe stopped. Seeing this scene, he suddenly thought of the phenomenal scene he had encountered in Barcelona.
But before he could do anything, he heard a figure rushing out and shouting at the crowd: "Get out! What's wrong with Yi Zhe? Are you fucking Real Madrid fans?"
Yi Zhe's expression changed. He saw that the man who rushed out had the same yellow skin and dark eyes as him. Not surprisingly... this must be a fellow!
Lin Yuan felt like his blood was rising just now. He couldn't bear others attacking his brother Zhe, but when he saw several strong men around him, his body became excited and he suddenly woke up.
"Let's go!"
But before he could react, someone pulled him directly from behind. After a moment of spinning, he realized that he was far away from the battle group.
"Are you okay?"
Lin Yuan came back to his senses and his eyes widened. Isn't it Yi Zhe standing in front of him?
"Brother Zhe!"
Just as Lin Yuan shouted, he turned around and saw that Yi Zhe had hurriedly handed him a signed jersey and then ran away.
"See you later!"
"Hey! Brother Zhe! Hey! Damn it..."
Lin Yuan turned around and saw a group of people chasing after him, and he ran away. I was still very sorry that the meeting with Yi Zhe was such a hasty one-time encounter.
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The media in the entire Madrid region was in a frenzy. The video of the match between Real Madrid and Espanyol was repeatedly played on major TV programs, and major newspapers rushed to publish columns.
"Does Madrid allow Barcelona football to exist?"
Marca raised such a question.
Zidane talked to Yi Zhe alone after the game.
"Yi, do you still think Barcelona's football philosophy is the best?"
Yi Zhe responded seriously: "I don't think there is a perfect football philosophy, sir. Just controlling the game can reduce our defensive pressure."
Zidane stopped talking and tapped his fingers lightly on the table. He had to admit that what Yi Zhe said was right. The team's defense was definitely not good enough for him to sit back and relax.
To the extent that he looked at Yi Zhe's overly young face and thought about his super strength, Zidane admitted that he was thinking too much at this moment.
"Yi, let me guess, maybe you want to build a team with you as the core."
Yi Zhe shook his head calmly: "I am the midfielder, and I should serve the team's tactical operations, sir. With the strength of our Real Madrid, we should make our opponents despair."
"I know what you are trying to do, Yi, but the value of midfielders needs to be demonstrated by strikers."
Yi Zhe understood, so that night he went directly to find Ronaldo and served as a sparring partner for the Portuguese in the small football field of the mansion.
"Cristiano, I need your support, we can't go on like this."
As soon as Yi Zhe finished speaking his thoughts, Cristiano Ronaldo stopped playing the ball, raised his head and stared directly at him: "Yi, are you so eager to be the master of the Bernabeu?"
Yi Zhe feels that his way of thinking may still be different from that of wealthy families. Why do everyone feel that they want to rush to the top? Would someone with a real agenda be so direct?
However, Yi Zhe was not so polite in front of Ronaldo. He laughed directly: "Haha! Cristiano, have you forgotten how you lost to us last season? Do you still want to experience it again?"
"Hey!"
Ronaldo couldn't help but protest loudly. He thought of something and asked: "It won't be that simple. Real Madrid doesn't have Barcelona's football genes. Even if you can do it, I'm afraid others can't, such as Gareth Bale."
"Can you do it?" Yi Zhe asked him directly.
"Of course I can!" Ronaldo assured, patting his chest.
"That's fine." Yi Zhe nodded: "Change always requires some people to make sacrifices."
Ronaldo was stunned for a moment, confirming that Yi Zhe was not joking, and sighed softly: "That poor Gareth Bale..."
He has already seen that the coach does not attach great importance to Yi Zhe. If the Welshman cannot change himself, I am afraid that Yi Zhe's arrival will be his end.
But the next day, the two of them came to Valdebebas Sports City together. Before they entered the training base, they saw a group of fans surrounding the entrance of the base and confronting the security personnel. Several of them were holding banners in their hands. Yi Zhe The avatar appeared above, with a dart piercing the center of his eyebrow.
The two stopped, and Yi Zhe saw the slogan put up by the fans: UltraSUR
"Real Madrid's extreme fan organization." Ronaldo turned his head and stared at Yi Zhe, half joking and half serious: "It's better to put away your thoughts. In Madrid, football is not just football, man. If you don't want to be in trouble all the time If you stay together."
Yi Zhe smiled and did not respond to Ronaldo, but he did not take the group of barbarians in front of him to heart.
