Late Drama (1)

'Oh- and it's in! What a goal from Teesside. A bit of fancy footwork and a beautifully timed pass from Jack finds Anthony. The striker gets the better of the defender and unselfishly goes out wide, sending a low cross into the box. Omari Hutchingson is beautifully positioned, and there was no way he was going to miss from there. What a goal! And it's one nil to Teesside'

'I think Merseyside Red's defense kind of switched off there and they paid the price. Jack dribbled his way to the centre of the pitch and that pass was nothing short of beautiful. Anthony gets the better of the defender, and Hutchingson couldn't have missed from there. Merseyside Red will be looking to find a way to get themselves back into the match'

'They have to be a bit more creative, all they've done is send crosses into the box. Teesside have dealt with them quite easily, and I think it's fair to them that they got a goal'

While the Teesside players were celebrating, Dylan glared at Omari, then at his keeper. While the rest of the people might not know, his career was still on the line.

He clenched his fists and his teeth as he stared at the goalpost. He had to score, he didn't know how he was going to do it, but he had to score, no matter what!

The referee blew his whistle, and the game continued.

As soon as the referee blew the whistle, majority of Merseyside Red players rushed forward.

Seeing the changes to Merseyside Red's style of play, all he Teesside players dropped back into defense. Even the forwards dropped back into their halves.

From the get go, the playing style of the two group of players were made very clear, while Merseyside Red planed to attack and search for an equalizer, Teesside planned to defend to the very end!

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Standing on the touchline, Jurg massaged his chin while watching his players. He turned to his side and glanced at Steve who was standing beside him.

His expression changed from happiness at the goal Omari scored to displeasure when he saw the defensive approach of his players.

"What the fuck are they playing?!" Jurg screamed at Steve. "Didn't you instruct the two useless Central Midfielders to press the opposition midfield whenever they have the ball?!"

Steve smiled bitterly. "I told them sir, but it seems that because they pulled a goal back, they want to defend their lead"

"That's bullshit!" Jurg threw a fist at the air. "After they score a goal, that's when the opposition's mentality is most disorganized. Instead of retreating to defense they should press forward for the next five minutes or so, that's when the defense can make a mistake if they can't handle the pressure!"

Steve stared at Jurg as he was sharing his philosophies. Even though he agreed with the manager, he didn't think that their squad had the quality compared to Liverpool to do as he said. To him, them falling back to defend was the best option.

Of course, he couldn't voice out his opinions. He could only let out a faint hum of agreement and turn his attention back to the pitch.

When Tylen positioned himself near the touchline, Jurg dragged him over. "Tell the midfielders to press high. And inform everyone, we're changing to a 3-3-1-3 formation! Jack is the sole attacking midfielder. Tell David that he's going to play as a Denfensive Midfielder for the remainder of the game, and of course that means that you're going to move in as a Center Back"

Tylen nodded when he heard the instructions. He ran back to the field and told his teammates the changes to the tactics.

Jurg's tactics worked to an extent. David showed how brilliant he was as a player. He liked to distribute the ball from the back, so he always took the ball from the defenders. He never gave into pressure and sent very accurate passes everyone's way.

Even the Merseyside Red players were impressed with how he was playing.

David's repositioning as a central midfielder also allowed him to drop back into defense, making it seem as if Middlesbrough had four center backs. This made it hard for the Merseyside Red players to initiate any tangible attack.

Now, while Jurg's tactics slowed down Merseyside Red's attacking play, it also made them dominate play in wide areas. This wouldn't have mattered if Merseyside Red stuck to their approach of sending crosses into the box, but they didn't. They decided to be a bit more creative.

77'

Dylan ran to the edge of the box and received a pass. He cut into the box and sent a long range stunner towards the post.

Ayanfe made a dive and saved the shot, pushing it away from the post. A Merseyside Red player met with the rebound and smashed it towards the post.

Somehow, Ayanfe managed to get a leg in the way, making the ball fly into the box once more.

That was All Ayanfe could do to keep the ball out of the post however. Dylan saw the ball bounce beautifully in front of him. He didn't hesitate and blasted the ball one-time to the post.

There was nothing that Ayanfe could do. He was still on the ground when Dylan shot the ball. He could only watch as the net rattled when the ball made contact with it.

"Fucking hell" He muttered.

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