The football style of a professional player is closely related to his personality, and to a large extent, it is his personality that makes him football.
Rooney will never become Pirlo. No matter whether she has a reasonable beard or Xiaopang shaved her chin and then pulled it to the point, even if she had cramps and skin, he would still be Lu Xiaopang.
When Rooney kicks the back midfielder, you can't learn Pirlo's elegance even if you force him to use a gun. Xiaopang is essentially the King of Green Forest Mountain with a thirteen-ring machete on his back.
Similarly, Pirlo could not learn Rooney's iron blood and ferocity, nor could he even learn Rooney's involuntary sense of responsibility on the court.
Lu Xiaopang has been playing attackers all his life, either a terminator or a organizer, and he does not have the ability to cover the midfielder. Allardys asked him to retreat, and he did not expect him to provide defensive coverage in the midfield. This is Schneider
Lin's life.
The defense is a card position, and provides accurate long passes when counterattacking. If you have the opportunity, you can just rush. Lu Xiaopang is already a fat man, Lao Lu, not Prince Everton or the leader of the Red Devils who was alone back then.
But Rooney is not idle at all. If you ask him to chase anyone in the back and shovel someone, it will be more uncomfortable than killing him. So you can often see the old fat man returning to defense on the court without hesitation and not catching up with the ball.
Chasing people, cutting vegetables and melons is very effective.
Some people criticized Rooney for being alone, some criticized him for making trouble, some said he spitted cakes, said he had skills but no details, but no one criticized Rooney for being lazy.
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The first half of the game reached 2:2, which made the atmosphere of Goodison Park suddenly tense.
Guardiola held his eyebrows and thought about whether to continue playing 4-3-3 or change to the third central defender. How should the third central defender be played?
Walker, Lao Kong, Ota, and Laporte form a defense line. One of the biggest features is that it can change the three central defenders at any time, and any combination of three or three for four people can be done.
It's not a big deal to change the lineup. The biggest problem is how to deal with it in the front? For example, today, Sane played 4-3-3 left winger, and he is Sane. Once it's changed to 3-5-2 left forward or wingback,
He just shed tears.
If it were normal, Lao Gua would take him down and change to Delf, B-seat or even Fore, but Sane was in very good condition today, Lao Gua was a little reluctant to let him go.
After thinking about it, Guardiola decided not to change the formation, and at the beginning of the second half, Derbych replaced Walker with a match against him.
Kyle Walker was affected by the 'fifa virus' and was in a normal state today. He was unable to assist in the first half and was repeatedly broken through and teased by Bolassi in defense.
If Walker is in good shape, he is very suitable for the right wingback who seamlessly connects the 3-5-2 formation. In the English national team, he and Trippier often play interchange with right center/right wingback.
In the second half, Manchester City kicked off first, after three passes and two falls, Derbych assisted, and after getting sidelined with Sterling, he pulled the ball back to the top of the arc.
Zhuo Yang is different from others when riding a bicycle. Others basically have to wait until the defender is forced to the front of him before choosing to break through with bicycle skills. Zhuo Yang often steps on the bicycle without waiting for his opponent to come up.
Schneiderlin was confused by Zhuo Yang's instantaneous driving skills. He automatically braked before he could block it under his nose. Of course, Zhuo Yang pedaled the car without hesitation and went over.
Michael Keane thought Zhuo Yang had to brake suddenly after passing through Schneiderlin, so he deliberately took one step forward to cut off his steps. But unexpectedly, Zhuo Yang jumped out of the car and changed his spring step to the left, with smooth movements.
This time, it turned out to be a missed Keane. He had already stepped on the penalty area line, and only Pickford, with the same bartender as the opposite side was left.
I can't ejaculate you!
‘Bang!’ Suddenly, someone was shoveling over from behind the scissors and his legs almost fell out.
Rooney, who never was lazy, did not choose to watch the show when Zhuo Yang made a series of breakthroughs in the middle lane. He rushed over and kicked it.
Rooney can't control himself in such a return to the defense. As long as he can still run, he is used to it.
Rooney didn't think of fouling Zhuo Yang. He went for the ball, but Zhuo Yang was too fast and his legs were a little shorter.
In trouble. Zhuo Yang fell far away in the penalty area. Although the foul location seemed to be on the penalty area line, it was reasonable to referee to award a penalty. As we all know, Zhuo Yang's penalty = goal.
Before the referee got angry, Zhuo Yang rushed first, and fell very hard.
After slapped his hand on the ground and got up, he realized that Rooney was the one who was causing the bad luck. Zhuo Yang looked at King Kong and rushed towards Rooney with murderous aura.
Oh, Zhuo Yang turned his back. Rooney thought to himself: This guy always flips around, and he really dares to move his fists. Why? I won’t give me any face?
Forget it, just turn your back. You Zhuo Yang is awesome, I, Rooney, aren't a muddy person. You are also me in the world. You can fight, but I can't fight anymore?
Come on. As long as you dare to take action first today, I, Red Flower Tai Sui Rooney, will have a good time to discuss with you with my pair of fists that are big in sandbags. Come on!
Rooney has practiced boxing, and he has really practiced it, not lip service.
"Hao--!" Zhuo Yang shouted in anger: "Xiaopang, I said that your sister-in-law is yours and you are yours. If I don't rob it, why are you still unreasonable and unreasonable?"
Rooney: “…”
Lu Xiaopang was so amused that he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"You guys are not afraid that the lip technician will make these words come out and make things difficult for us at that time."
"Ann~Ann~" Zhuo Yang smiled like a donkey, no, it should be like a penguin. He has been laughing like this since he came back from hitting South Africa.
"Annang~~, I'm not afraid. I just heard that your Colleen really dares to slap you in the face, isn't it true?"
"Gogun." Rooney's expression was very unnatural when he cursed. "I didn't mean it just now, let's go to the penalty kick."
“Annang~~”
However, the referee gave Rooney a yellow card, but only awarded a free kick on the penalty area line.
"Aung~~Hmph--" Rooney imitated Zhuo Yang's smile, but accidentally laughed out the sound of a pig.
Free kicks on the penalty area line have always been difficult to play, but Zhuo Yang is the one who plays, but no one dares to be careless.
The eight-person wall almost blocked the door frame's vision tightly, and the remaining two were also taken to the penalty area to prevent idleness, leaving a 1/4 goal on the right to hand it over to Pickford to guard it, which also facilitates him to observe the ball path.
Zhuo Yang waved his hand and asked Fei Dingxi, who was trying to pretend to be a tiger, to walk away. He measured his steps and retreated seven or eight meters.
This is the stance of a bully.
Zhuo Yang is not known for being a heavy gunner, because he can do more. On the contrary, no one dares to underestimate his heavy firepower and long-range bombing.
Pickford's heart tightened. In the first half, Zhuo Yang's long shots that failed to make his arms numb. He had already planned to go back after the game and soak it in medicinal wine. The Indian prescription.
The whistle sounded, and Zhuo Yang began to run. The small steps quickly turned into a powerful and powerful kick. The bulb seemed to be a drum.
The bulge of his quadriceps on the front of his thighs can be clearly seen.
Pickford at the door said to himself: Can I seal it? Oops, I forgot to spit on my gloves just now, don't take it off...
Rooney in the wall of the human mind said: Will this guy take the opportunity to slap my face and take revenge? He has this trick. If he wants to slap this, it will probably be useless for the skin puller before the New Year...
‘Bang!’
Zhuo Yang's left foot stepped on the back of the football, and his right foot naturally raised his back, still with his quadriceps. His chest was already facing the 1/4th door on the right exposed to the human wall.
He wanted to reduce his strength by ten times and took it.
The fastest in the universe is the speed of light. When you go to the nearest Proxima Centauri, light only needs to run four years. It is human thought that faster than light. Think about Kepler-452b, 1400 light years away.
, that is, a flash of thought.
At this moment, what is faster than the thought is that Zhuo Yang quickly approaches the football's right foot, because he makes you have no time to think about it.
‘Bang!’
The pump suddenly turned into rubbing.
Why did Qin Ming's mace suddenly turn into Dongfang Bubai's embroidery needle?
How come the heavy metal rock "November     rain" of Guns and Roses suddenly became Zhang Yunlei's delicate "Exploring Qingshui River"?
Li Yuanba transformed into a fake girl and made Yuwen Chengdu feel so frittered...
'brush!'
The football dropped the net from the upper left corner of the door frame. Rooney's face didn't need to be scowled again, and Pickford was still staring at the pseudo-woman.
It's not a sling or a slug shot, but in fact he's just a spoon.
Free kick spoon scored, Totti, Pirlo, and Zidane called him an expert.
Chapter completed!