Valverde was making tactical arrangements as well. His tactic had only one rule: get the other players to play around Jiang Siming as much as possible.
"Dad, was it real when you got knocked down just now? Did it hurt?"
Zhao Xiaoxiao was still a little worried.
Jiang Siming smiled and pinched her little cheek. "Of course it was fake. With your dad's physical condition, do you really think they could knock me down? I was just trying to draw a foul."
"Good. Then remember to make it look a little more convincing next time. I think it was still pretty easy to see through." Zhao Xiaoxiao said.
"No problem. If I get the chance, I'll lie on the ground and pretend to be dead." Jiang Siming laughed.
"Then I'll cooperate with you and pretend to cry." Zhao Xiaoxiao made an OK gesture.
That was what they called father and daughter working together. Their combined strength could cut through gold. Heh heh.
The timeout soon ended, and both teams returned to the field.
There were only three minutes of stoppage time.
In other words, if neither side scored within those three minutes, the match would go into extra time.
Basketball added five minutes, but soccer added thirty.
If the score was still tied after thirty minutes, the winner would be decided by a penalty shootout.
If the match really came to that, the number of people collapsing today would probably exceed a hundred.
Possession went to Real Madrid.
The Real Madrid coach had already ordered them to stall. He believed it would be too difficult to finish off Barça, who were brimming with momentum, during stoppage time.
So he decided to have his players run out the three minutes and regroup during extra time.
As soon as they got the