
This time the game is slowly starting to go up in intensity. Several times the fouls occurred in the central field.
The ball possession is quite balanced, the experiment of both teams is equally that makes the match this time quite interesting to watch and get an exciting impression from him.
Reza, who is currently in control of the ball, glanced forward with focus. Reza tried to find a gap between the Thai players to give a hull pass to his colleague.
However, the Thai defence was very solid, each of the shortcomings of the team improved gradually to form an unlimited solidity for them.
“Ck! Too solid,” muttered Reza while giving the ball to Iqbal.
He chose a short pass rather than a direct attack, it was because there was a possibility when he catapulted the ball then Thailand could seize possession of the ball.
“Iqbal, do a midfield sweep, you try to move forward! Narendra, go! Get creative again and think of ways!”
Coach Bima continued to give direction from the sidelines even though his voice was barely heard because of the crowd of the stadium.
“Awas, Femas!” shouted Coach Bima.
However, Femas did not ignore it, as a result of the front of a brilliant intercept carried out by Kittibun so that the control of the ball back to Thailand.
Kittibun then continued to run closer to the penalty box, Iqbal and Rizdjar also tried to control him. Some small movements from Kittibun then outwit both.
“Come! Don't let your guard down, watch around!” ketus Reza was so upset.
Reza then when Kittibun had entered the penalty box, he immediately advanced by staying in a position of vigilance ala a goalkeeper. His gaze was very focused towards the ball and also Kittibun's feet were moving wildly.
“Right?” Reza tried to guess the direction of the ball.
“Ah, no!”
Reza immediately jumped to the left as Kittibun kicked in the opposite direction from his guess. Its very slick reflexes make the first touch of the ball with his fingers make the ball shift until it comes out the line of the field right next to the goalpost.
“Wah! Almost!” muttered Reza, who then stared fixedly at his fellow defenders. “Focus, don't let your guard down and lose direction!”
The corner was done, Sirichai who took the corner kick the ball with a low enough and only chest height.
“Ah! I'm missed!” Habil planned to intercept the ball, but the ball tended to move faster.
The ball kept moving, chaos ensued in the penalty box that left Reza narrowly missing focus. He kept trying to move his eyes in the direction he thought the ball was moving.
“From the front of the penalty box!” exciting Reza.
Iqbal looked out of the box, Kittibun as he prepared to throw the ball. Iqbal jumped and turned to block the flow of the ball, fortunately it succeeded and threw the ball towards the left side of the field.
There, Channarong, a winger from Thailand, re-attached the ball.
“Hyaaa!” Arkhan jumps high and performs an aerial duel with one of the Thai players, Ritthirong.
Arkhan managed to head the ball and keep it away from the penalty area.
The attack repeated itself several times in adjacent time intervals, but luckily the Indonesian U-17 defense was as solid as the Thai U-17 defense.
The whole of Indonesia really saw how strong the younger generation of Thai football athletes are.
The current generation of Thai youth has made it difficult for Indonesia, especially if their young generation will fight Indonesia 5 years into the future.
Obviously one thing only they understood, it was a difficult opponent for them when the time had come.
Back on the field, the minutes of the game had touched exactly 40 minutes of walking.
The two teams attack each other, no one dominates each other, many fouls have also been created to make two yellow cards from the referee raised to the Thai player and also Achmad Zidan who committed professional fouls so that Indonesia avoids a Thai counter-attack.
All the things that have happened add to the impression that this match was the best during the last time these two teams met.
Minute by minute until referee Al-Ayubi of Saudi Arabia blew the whistle after half-time.
Both teams entered the stadium hallway and headed for their respective dressing rooms. Some coaching staff and other reserve players also focus on their own activities.
In the dressing room of the Indonesian U-17 team, Coach Bima and also his assistant coach are discussing some tactics that must be maintained 45 minutes ahead in the second half.
This tactic was quite successful, pulling the thai players out until a counter-attack was created. However, it is the effectiveness of a player that speaks, how effective the attack is and how efficient their chances of scoring are.
All of that must be corrected in the near future, Indonesian U-17 players are still not infrequently wasting opportunities, or even too selfish until a great opportunity for other colleagues is even wasted due to individual selfishness.
Maybe that is what makes the Indonesian national team of all ages become less fast forward. They are too immersed in selfishness and temperament.
This attitude must be changed so that the Indonesian national team can compete.
Well, slowly but surely with the new management of the federation, licensed coaches and the right league is the best decision for now to improve Indonesian football.
“Exposure from me is enough, let's determine to how strong you guys work hard!” exclaim Coach Bima.
Then all the players stood up and gathered in a circle, they cheered each other excitedly.
***
On the field, the second round match had already started. Both teams still have nothing to rotate a player, the coach of both teams is still quite comfortable and satisfied with the current squad.
On the right side, Nabil gave a breakthrough bait to Yanuar who was able to read what he was thinking.
Yanuar got the ball through the gap between two Thai players. Yanuar immediately ran, he was getting closer to the penalty box.
Yanuar was originally about to execute faster. However, the corner of his eye got Riski who ran free to squeeze deeper into the penalty box.
“Yes, you have to take advantage of this, Riski!” yanuar shouted and gave a flat bait area to Riski.
Riski who ran quickly immediately kicked the ball following the style of his foot that moved forward.
However, Phassakorn, the Thai goalkeeper was capable and still better from the start of the game. He managed to catch the ball firmly as the round object fell into his arms.
“Jiaah! No goals!” lamented Riski.
After the attack, it was Thailand's turn to counter-attack. However, once again, Reza was still in a very good state.
I don't know how many kicks he won, but one thing is for sure, he was like erecting a wall of red bricks in the mouth of the goal so that no one could penetrate it.
The match continued, cheers from supporters continued to rumble in support of Indonesia and Thailand.
When Indonesia attacked, the roar of Indonesian supporters was very clear, and vice versa when Thailand attacked, the supporters did not want to lose anyway.
However, even though the two teams attacked each other, regardless of the current intensity, no one managed to score.
At the time there was a free kick within a relatively close range, Reza took it, but his luck was bad so that twice his free kick was countered each from the fence of players and goalkeepers.
“Yes! It seemed like the match would end in thirty seconds! There is this match, Indonesia is trying hard to score!”
The commentator, Bung Tubagus, was tired of shouting all throughout the game so that his last few sentences were not so excited.
“Dan ... match ends, Indonesia forced to draw for this time!”
When the whistle from the referee sounded, the entire stadium cheered and clapped. They appreciate both teams playing so intensely that it is too exciting to enjoy.
“Haa .. forced to draw, you anyway, this leg again is unlucky!” Reza kicked the grass and blamed his unlucky leg for executing a free kick.