Soccer System: All the Skills, One Player!

Despite the blow of Brighton's second goal, Brentfort was still resilient, calm and organized. The game had two halves, so there was no reason to despair.

The coach, a gray-haired man with a calm countenance, was signaling explicit instructions. Brentford was not a team that crumbled easily and, contrary to what much might think, their strategy was not based solely on fouls or rough play. They were masters of movement, something that quickly became apparent.

Lucas observed the opposition formation, trying to understand how they would react. Brentford's players began exchanging quick passes, but with impressive precision and speed.

The ball passed from the central defender to the left-back, then to the midfielder, who quickly returned it to midfield. Two touches, three at most.

Denis, who had dropped back to help with the marking, sensed this change.

"Close in, Felix!" he shouted, as the nearest opponent moved out of reach.

Lucas tried to expect a pass, but was taken aback by the speed with which the ball changed direction. Brentford was dictating the pace, looking to exploit the flanks with their speedy winger.

Miguel and Raphael returned to help with the marking, but Brentford was patient. They were in no hurry.

"Don't play in their hands!" Eddie shouted from the bench, realizing that Brighton was being pulled into their opponents' web.

In a move down the left, the Brentford winger surged forward, receiving a perfect pass in depth. He controlled the ball with a soft touch and looked into the area, but didn't immediately cross. Instead, he dropped back into midfield, restarting the passing game. They wanted to find a gap, and Brighton was conceding.

"Hold the line! Don't get disorganized!" Lucas was trying to reorganize the team.

In a quick combination, the Brentford No10 received the ball in the middle, dribbled past Denis and found the striker on the edge of the box with a cross.

Luiz ran to close the space, but the striker was skillful. He feinted to the right, deceiving Luiz, before shooting with force. The ball sailed just wide of the post, drawing gasps from the home crowd.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Wake up, lads!" Eddie shouted, visibly frustrated.

The Brighton manager knew Brentford was building something, and Brighton needed to react quickly.

Brentford continued to press, their movement confusing Brighton's marking.

Lucas was constantly on the move, trying to cover the spaces left by his teammates, but it was a Herculean task.

Then, in the 39th minute, the blow came. A quick sequence of passes left the Brentford left-back free. He broke into the area and crossed low behind. One of the opposing strikers, positioned in a space between Daniel and Luiz, got ahead of him and deflected the ball into the back of the net.

"Brentford's goal!" announced the narrator on the online broadcast, as the opposing players ran to retrieve the ball from the back of the net.

[Brighton 2-1 Brentford].

From the studio, the main narrator, Henry Martin, gave his analysis:

"And now Brentford show why they are such a dangerous team. Many thought they were all about physical play, but that's not the case. Brighton, who started the game so well, seems to have been lost on the pitch since the second goal. They seemed to think the match was settled. They couldn't have been more wrong."

Technical commentator Clara Rodrigues added:

"Henry, what's impressive is how Brentford has completely adapted their style of play. They started with that tough approach, full of fouls to undermine Brighton's rhythm. Now they're showing refined soccer, with quick passing and surgical precision. This has destabilized the away team's defensive organization."

Meanwhile, on the pitch, Lucas tried to cheer up his teammates.

"Calm down, guys! We're still ahead! Let's wake up!" he shouted, trying to pump up the team.

From the bench, Eddie looked frustrated. He was pacing back and forth with his arms crossed. Alex, the assistant coach, tried to reassure him.

"They'll react, Eddie. We still have the lead."

Eddie shook his head. "If we keep playing like this, Alex, we won't hold on for long. Brentford have found their rhythm. We need to change something before it's too late."

Meanwhile, the Brentford players were celebrating in moderation. There was no exaggeration, just a brief celebration before returning to their positions.

In the center of the pitch, Lucas was talking to Denis and Felix, trying to reorganize the midfield.

"They're playing behind our full-backs and defenders. We need to close the spaces on the wings and force them to play through the middle. Denis, stay closer to Miguel and Felix. Help Loki when they come in from the right," said Lucas.

Denis nodded, but Felix looked hesitant. "But what if they turn the tables? We can't open ourselves up too much."

"It's a risk, but it's better than leaving those crosses free. We'll rely on our defensive line. Anton is usually pretty secure, too," Lucas replied firmly.

The referee blew his whistle, and the game resumed. Brighton tried to regain control of the game, but Brentford, buoyed by the goal, was well marked and continued to dominate with their passing.

The opposition players were constantly on the move. Quick passes made life difficult for Brighton, who was getting tired.

"Brighton needs to react now. If they keep going backwards, they'll end up conceding another goal." Henry said on the broadcast.

Clara agreed. "Number 7 Tanaka seems to organize the team, but they need a collective attitude. They seem to have lost the aggression they had at the start of the game. And that's dangerous against a team like Brentford." Continue your adventure with empire

On the pitch, Denis received the ball near the halfway line. He looked ahead and saw Lucas breaking clear, but before he could make the pass, he was pressured by two Brentford players. Miguel tried to hold on to the ball, but was tackled and not fouled. Brentford regained possession and quickly advanced down the left flank.

The Brentford left-back crossed into the area, but this time Daniel was alert and headed clear. The ball fell to Raphael, who tried to start a counter-attack. Loki, after receiving a pass, ran down the right but the opposing right-back intercepted him.

"They're winning every second ball," Felix muttered to Denis as he returned to his position. "We can't hold possession for over three passes."

Denis didn't reply. He was focused on marking Brentford's No. 10, who was orchestrating the opposition's moves.

"Come on, Brighton! Keep possession!" shouted Eddie from the bench, but the team seemed stuck in a spiral of insecurity.

In the 43rd minute, Brentford had another dangerous chance. In a quick exchange of passes through the middle, the number 10 found the center forward on the edge of the box. He held on and shot as low as he could, but Anton made a great save, tipping the ball away for a corner.

"What a save from Anton! He's keeping Brighton in the lead!" exclaimed Henry on the broadcast.

"But how long can he hold on? Brentford is getting more and more dangerous," warned Clara.

The corner was taken and the ball, after a scrape in Daniel's auburn hair, fell to the Brentford defender, who headed it into the goal.

Anton, once again, was there to save Brighton, grabbing the ball safely.

"We need to keep the ball longer. They're suffocating us because we can't keep possession."

The message was simple, but the problem was in the execution. Brentford gave Brighton no room to think, and the first half ended with the impression that a draw was only a matter of time.

At half-time, Eddie entered the dressing room with a gloomy expression. The players were panting, some sitting with their heads down, others massaging their legs.

"Is that what you call soccer?" Eddie asked, irritated. "We started the game as the home side, controlling everything. And now? We're letting them rule our field."

Lucas raised his head. "They've completely changed the game, coach. They're pressing a lot."

"That's no excuse. You're in a hurry to clear the game, you're trying passes you don't need and you're trying to dribble. That will not help us!"

There was a murmur of agreement among the players. Miguel, who was sitting near the door, looked down at the floor, clearly disappointed with himself. He had lost several important possessions during the first half.

Eddie took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before continuing. He looked at Alex, the assistant coach, who was already standing by the blackboard with a pen in his hand.

"Let's change the way we're playing. First, Miguel, you're going out."

The young man looked up, surprised, but didn't argue. He just nodded, knowing that he hadn't lived up to expectations in that first half.

"Willian, you're coming on. I want you to play as a winger on the left. Take advantage of the opportunity to launch counter-attacks and open up space for the team. Lucas, you'll need to be more central. You'll help Felix and Denis in the middle, but you'll also be the link between the middle and the attack. If you get the chance, please shoot from outside the area."

"Our biggest problem in the first half was the space on the flanks. We need to close the lines. Loki and Aiden, I want you to be more attentive to the defensive back line. If you don't, Brentford will continue to exploit this weakness. Understood?"

The two players nodded vigorously. Eddie then quickly drew a line on the blackboard.

"And one more thing. We're going to change our passing game. No long, desperate passes. I want you to play short, calmly, but always looking to get forward. Haste is the enemy of perfection. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," the players replied in unison.