The football emperor Jiang Yiyan, who looked in this direction, saw that amazing scene. Under the intensive physical training of the iron-blooded coach Wang Chaoxin, he was extremely arrogant about his comprehensive qualities and was also the absolute best in the team in terms of bounce, but he was still shocked when he saw the two guys jumping.

Because the team's soul character controlled by the team stopped and the team's offense slowed down, Chen Ruili looked at the two people in the direction of Jiang Yiyan. Among them, Aredes, the new favorite of Dutch football, Chen Ruili, naturally knew that the two had fierce competition in the Dutch League, while the other young man didn't know.

"How can I compare the law? Since I am the host, of course you will be the one who decides."

Ye Wudao slowly walked to the center of the stadium and touched his nose and said lightly that he had the skills to amazed Jiang Yiyan before three years of special training. Now he has the ability to play football to perfection.

"Since we have to play thoroughly, we shoot from all distances and angles, allowing the same goalkeeper to defend, and the winner is the winner. Of course, I have no objection to the one who chooses one by one."

The proud Dutch football star Aredes raised a football beside him and kicked Ye Wudao next to him. Ye Wudao slightly raised his leg and removed the ball and stopped it on his slightly raised instep. He smiled and said, "Choose the former. Since you are the striker who has the responsibility to score the goal, then try to see who scores the most goals."

Jiang Yiyan ran to Ye Wudao and shocked Ye Wudao who threw the ball to him, saying, "It's really you?"

“Are there any sneakers?”

Ye Wudao said lightly, comparing to a top player like Aredes to shoot. Without special sneakers, you can't win in terms of arc and accuracy. The boy who created a one-on-one opportunity three years ago is already a star figure who stands alone. It seems that the investment back then is indeed very wise.

"Yes, of course!"

In the surprise of those teammates, Jiang Yiyan took off his pair of silver-white combat boots specially designed for him and handed them to Ye Wudao. This respect made the Chinese youth team other than Liu Qihuan feel incomprehensible. Especially Chen Ruili, who is familiar with Jiang Yiyan, stared at this mysterious young man who could make the always proud little football emperor bow his head.

"We will have a friendly match with the Netherlands tomorrow. Have the Sports Department and the Football Association set up a hard target to win you?" Ye Wudao asked casually while sitting on the lawn wearing Jiang Yiyan's silver-white sneakers.

The Chinese Football Association, which is most worthy of face, will definitely let go of this kind of good thing of adding capital to its political career. Chinese football has been cowardly beaten and finally appeared in this real golden lineup. It will not give up until all potential is drained. In fact, when Wang Chaoxin received the invitational notice, the upper level clearly stated that the victory was the local target of this game. Head coach Wang Chaoxin was indescribable. Those senior officials really thought that this Dutch youth team was so easy to play in this class, but they didn't know that this same powerful Dutch national youth team might be the team of the Dutch national team in the 2008 European Championship!

Jiang Yiyan shrugged. He was too lazy to listen to such things, and it seemed that the head coach did not mention this matter. It seemed that everyone was very unhappy about the expectations of the Football Association.

"Jiang Yiyan knows him?" Chen Ruili's question happened to be what all the Chinese Youth Team wanted to ask. Jiang Yiyan was recruited by Wang Chaoxin with Liu Qihuan for systematic practice in the second year of junior high school. It is said that Jiang Yiyan lived abroad very young. He should have few friends here.

"He was the protagonist of the junior and high school match between our Mingzhu College. For the first time, I saw the person who used the grafting principle of billiards snooker to take a free kick, and it was also the first person Jiang Yiyan really admired." Liu Qihuan smiled.

Liu Qihuan and Chen Ruili walked to Ye Wudao and surrounded everyone in a strange atmosphere. Aredes and Chen Ruili are competitors of the league scorer list and their respective clubs. Jiang Yiyan, Liu Qihuan and Ye Wudao are old acquaintances. At this time, Ye Wudao and Aredes were two more challenging people. The relationship was extremely complicated for a while.

"You will be the one who guards the goal in Qihuan. Ye Wudao and that guy shot from all angles and positions. This kind of opportunity is no less than an international competition for you." Jiang Yiyan, who had no shoes, smiled. He knew that Liu Qihuan had long wanted to compete with Ye Wudao. After all, Ye Wudao's magical free kick skills had already felt incredible three years ago.

The excited Liu Qihuan ran to the goal and made a defensive posture. Facing the two masters who might be comparable to Jiang Yiyan's free kick, he regarded it as a challenge, as the world's number one goalkeeper.

Jiang Yiyan threw the ball in front of the blonde Aredes, indicating that he could start at any time. As everyone expected, the super shooter, who was in the Eredivisie, had a strong shot without waiting for the ball to stop. The football instantly narrowed the extremely long distance of 30 meters away and rushed straight to Liu Qihuan's face. The latter was shocked and knocked the fierce football away with his instinct.

The football threw a long arc in the air and slid back towards Ye Wudao and the others. It stopped more than ten meters away from Ye Wudao.

This world-style shot shocked all the Chinese youth team players who despise Aredes. The speed and accuracy of the ball were impeccable, and this ball was just a "polite" entertainment for the blonde young man. So what will the next official shot be?

When Aredes looked at Ye Wudao with contempt and demonstration, he found that the latter had begun to start slowly. Ye Wudao, wearing the silver-white battle boots of Adidas' peak work, suddenly kicked up in front of the slightly rolling football. While carrying a large piece of turf, the football was also forced to be driven away.

There is no tricky angle, there is only the speed and power of the demonstration. The football shot towards Liu Qihuan, who is already facing a great enemy like a meteor. This ball made Liu Qihuan feel a much more terrifying force than Real Madrid Carlos. Although he successfully knocked the ball away, he felt his hands so numb for the first time!

This time, they were just those eye-opening players of the Chinese Youth Team. Even the two talented forwards, Aredes and Chen Ruili, were stunned. Because they both understood that Qingting was strolling but had murderous intent. This was the true style of an excellent forward. Ye Wudao's classical elegance made them feel disappointed.

The striker's only mission is to score goals, which is not wrong. But whether the goal can be pleasing to the eye is the realm. Even if Basten's shooting technique is described as the pinnacle, it can only be unsatisfactory. That kind of stunning feeling is the realm of football.

There was a burst of independent exclamation in the audience. The Dutch youth army did not expect that the young man had such explosive power, especially the beautiful single girl, who covered her mouth nervously. When Ye Wudao squatted down to tidy up her shoelaces leisurely, she found that Ye Wudao's oriental temperament invisibly exuded in her every move made her particularly curious and infatuated. This was a feeling she had never felt before.

"The startup speed is good, the instant burst is extremely strong, and the scary bounce force is combined with the ability to bounce. If you have enough ball sense and control, it will be another Chen Ruili. If you can have enough overall view of the situation and the ability to read the game, you can even become the second Jiang Yiyan!"

The old man exclaimed that after waiting for so many years, he thought he could meet midfielder genius Jiang Yiyan, super forward Chen Ruili, and future goal god Liu Qihuan, which was a huge lucky thing. He did not expect that there would be a newcomer with such huge potential.

"He said that he would not be the savior of Chinese football." Song Liancheng said with a wry smile. A small green city is indeed a small temple that is difficult to tolerate a great Bodhisattva.

The old man shook his head and smiled without saying a word, mourning his misfortune and invincible Chinese football, even if he really wanted to give up completely, it would have to be after the failure of these young guards!

"I think the attention I will receive will definitely not be less than that of the World Cup finals. After all, these two young teams have so many bright stars. How can the showdown between the two young teams with golden lineups be expected!" Song Liancheng sighed. In this way, even Huanglong Sports Center and Greentown Club benefited more or less.

"Who dares to imagine that two youth teams have so many national players and big-name stars? This is the first time that an old man has encountered in decades of coaching. For the Chinese Youth Team, which is a Chinese Youth Team that plays in the World Football Championship, Jiang Yiyan is definitely the youngest captain of the Chinese national team, and the true midfield soul! Chen Ruili's sharp spear must be in Asia when it brings a huge impact to the Dutch League One. As for Liu Qihuan, he is the best choice for the national team goalkeeper, and there are also several good seedlings on the backline. Although they are not as outstanding as the first three, they are also considered a very good player."

The old man said with gratitude that the golden front of this China Youth Team will definitely be the prototype of the Chinese national team at most three years later. What kind of honor is it for a coach to create the entire national team?

"I really can't believe that these young people can shine in the top league so quickly. Although I firmly believe in their strength and potential, I never thought that they would win the main position of their respective clubs in less than a year. You must know that those are Real Madrid and Barcelona are such a wealthy club! Thinking about Yang Chen and Li Tie back then, it was a world of difference. Now China can only rely on these young people to support the dark sky of football."

Song Liancheng was excited and said sadly, maybe Chinese football really has a glimmer of hope.

"Hope is someone who comes out."

The old man smiled and said, no matter how difficult the dilemma was, he would get out of it alone and want to give up on him and give up Chinese football after that incident.

Sometimes, the beauty of waiting is often slowly nurtured in seemingly endless pain and abyss.

Then Ye Wudao and Aredes made the next round shot from the arc coil outside the penalty area. This place is the best point for a free kick, and the arc and strength are easy to grasp.

This time, Ye Wudao kicked first, but he still ran slowly. He suddenly exerted force at the moment of touching the ball. Relying on the shot from his inner instep, the football quickly raised and then drew a rainbow-like arc in the air. Only Liu Qihuan, the person involved, could experience the dizziness.

When Liu Qihuan lifted the ball out of the goal, he felt lucky. The ball with this arc was easy to catch the air. If the angle was tricky and shifted a little, Liu Qihuan knew that no matter how lucky he was, he would not have the power to stop the ball.

Ye Wudao, who had no goal, shrugged indifferently and said to himself: "The next one is the real shot."

In order to pursue the effect, Aredes wiped the banana ball with a curve beyond the usual, which was next to the goal post. This terrifying shot of the foot also scared Liu Qihuan into a cold sweat. The ball that was clearly shot at the left hand could actually slide to the right hand post at such a short distance!

The future Dutch international Aredes, who was not much lost, hooked up a football beside him and turned around and took it to at least 30 meters away from the goal before stopping. The first kick was a "greeting" with no substantial meaning, and the second kick was to try the foot feeling, so this ball was the real spare effort!

Looking at the goalkeeper in front of the goal, who is said to be the future goalkeeper of Real Madrid, Aredes, the king of the Dutch League, has felt a lot of disdain. It has been his pleasure to defeat the powerful goalkeeper since he was a child, especially today!

The football flew towards the goal far away with a speed faster than the first shot. While drawing an amazing trajectory, the football swung straight to the goal guarded by Liu Qihuan while drawing a surprising trajectory!

With his keen intuition, Liu Qihuan made up his mind and jumped high and rushed to a dead corner of his right hand, because that arc made him unable to have too much time to judge the landing point. He could only make such a final resistance, which could make him, a genius goalkeeper, almost helpless, which is enough to prove the strength of any striker!

"Laniya, that person is really strong. I have never seen Aredes so serious." The girl who asked Ye Wudao to be a tour guide said to her companion beside her.

"When the mysterious, implicit and passionate and arrogance of the East are combined together, football will become particularly charming. This is why Chen Ruili is called the 'Tulip Prince', and this 'he' is even more outstanding and brilliant."

The beautiful girl who had paid attention to Ye Wudao from the beginning said lightly, looking at Ye Wudao with a little obsessed look.

This time, the intuition once again helped him block this almost a must-scoring goal just like he had saved Ye Wudao's arc ball. Looking at the ball that seemed to be unwilling to be hit, Liu Qihuan, who was standing in front of the goal, won everyone's respect!

Ignoring the roar and venting his heart, Ye Wudao gently thrust a football and slowly took it to the corner kick area of ​​the baseline. He stood there as arrogantly, as if he was declaring everyone his next shocking blow.

Everyone in the audience was trembling with excitement. Even the old man who had experienced vicissitudes stood up and hoped to witness the ball better. Members of the Dutch and Chinese Youth Army were looking at Ye Wudao, who was standing quietly in the corner kick area of ​​the bottom line.

Zero angle shot?!
Chapter completed!