After a short warm-up, the team is ready to start team training and competition.　　Ω 　　　　　
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. As you know, my car broke down. I'm very unlucky." A little fat man ran over in a hurry, and everyone burst into laughter.
Zhuoyang took a look and saw that it was Bastian Schweinsteiger, a German who plays midfielder and is 18 years old this year.
Jurgen Klopp said with a coffin expression: "Go for a run to warm up by yourself, ten laps!"
Bastian Schweinsteiger stuck out his tongue and ran quickly to the side of the court, with another round of laughter coming from behind.
The main purpose of team training and competition is to adjust the team's condition, and also to see Zhuoyang's performance on the court.
Zhuo Yang was assigned to the substitute team. Since the substitute right midfielder Carl Lander was injured in the last game and had to take a break, Zhuo Yang replaced him in the right midfield position.
Klopp blew the whistle and the game started.
Although Zhuoyang has not received professional training, has he never seen a pig running without eating pork? He knows that the right midfielder is the side of the right line, constantly going up and down, but that's all he knows.
Zhuo Yang received the ball in the backcourt and started the familiar abuse mode. First he changed direction and passed one, then faked another one, and then strode straight to the penalty area. When he was approaching the penalty area line, Zhuo Yang
Yang opened his stance, bent his bow and set an arrow, ready to shoot from a long distance.
Suddenly, a hairy leg flew over from beside the ground and shoveled the ball directly out of the sideline. Zhuoyang was unable to recover in time, and the thigh that was slid over fell to the turf with a "pop-".
Zhuoyang fell so hard that it hurt. He grinned and turned around to see that it was captain Per Mertesacker. Zhuoyang muttered in his heart: Isn't this a fucking foul?
Per Mertesacker smiled and pulled Zhuo Yang up: "Are you okay, Zhuo? But your extraordinary performance is really cool."
Zhuo Yang pouted: "Of course it's okay, it was just an accident. Pell, I won't let you shovel so easily next time."
From Xi'an to Hannover, Zhuoyang has played countless wild ball games, but due to the venue and the skills of the field players, he has almost never encountered tackles. Playing tackles on mottled, exposed turf or even hard ground? Unless you don't want to.
The skin of his whole leg was required. Therefore, Zhuo Yang had no experience in dealing with tackles.
However, this is Zhuo Yang, a genius with strong learning ability. Others need repeated practice experience, and sometimes Zhuo Yang only needs it once.
As he slowly ran back to his own half, he spat out grass leaves in his mouth "Bah, bah". Zhuoyang had already gone through the tackle he just made dozens of times in his mind, and understood every step clearly.
Details, when he returned to his position, he had gained the experience equivalent to other people practicing dozens of times.
After receiving the ball again, Zhuoyang strode away from Ricardo Montolivo, passed by Jack Flynn after two bicycle kicks, and came to the penalty area again.
Zhuoyang pushed the football slightly outward, raised his right leg, and took a long shot.
A hairy leg arrived as promised.
"As expected. If it's at this level, it would be too easy." Zhuo Yang thought mentally.
Zhuoyang quickly retracted his right leg, gently pulled the football back with the sole of his shoe, and then knocked to the left with the inside of his foot. The football obediently rolled past his left leg. At the same time, Per Mertesacker's flying
The shovel also roared in, but this time all he could shovel away was a pile of air and grass clippings.
Dodging Per Mertesacker's flying tackle, Zhuo Yang stepped on the ground with his right foot to the left for support, raised his left foot to shoot from a long distance, and the football just rolled to the starting point.
Bent the bow and set an arrow, and pierce the poplar tree with a hundred steps.
Suddenly, a hairy leg flew over against the turf, and shoveled away the football with a "thud" sound. "Plop-", Zhuo Yang fell to the turf again.
"Has this horse seen a ghost?" Zhuo Yang quickly raised his head and looked up, ignoring the bared teeth, and happened to see another center back, Terrence Timothy, smiling at him with his big white teeth exposed.
Is this meeting the legendary assisting defense?
Zhuo Yang spit out the dregs in his mouth as he ran back, and continued to replay it in his mind. He returned to his own half and gained another pile of experience.
Once again receiving a pass from his own right back, Zhuoyang used several consecutive changes of direction to break through and soon came to the edge of the penalty area. This time, Per Mertesacker was very thief and did not rush to tackle.
He bent over and crossed his legs, staring closely at the football at Zhuoyang's feet. Terrence was also not far behind Mertesacker, ready to defend at any time.
Zhuo Yang crossed the football with his foot, and Per Mertesacker did not fake the move. He passed it again, and Per Mertesacker was still not fooled. Suddenly, Zhuo Yang dunked the ball to the left, attracting Per Mertesacker.
Sack's center of gravity shifted, and then he moved to the right with the instep of his outside foot, and again. Nothing could be done. Per Mertesacker subconsciously made a tackle with his legs, but Zhuoyang poked him lightly with his toes in advance.
Crossing the toes of Per Mertesacker's shoes. At this time, he only regretted that his legs were not ten centimeters longer.
Terrence, who was highly focused, took two quick steps, and his 1.90-meter-long body rose into the air, with his left leg on top and his right leg on the bottom, and he flew straight towards the football.
Zhuoyang pulled the ball to an emergency stop, rubbed the bottom of the football with the toes of his right foot, and kicked the turf with his left foot. Both the football and the ball jumped up at the same time, directly over the body of Terrence who was roaring towards him.
At this time, it was already near the penalty spot. Zhuoyang landed with his left foot, bent his right leg backward, and was about to kick the football with his straight foot.
"Which one of you can make the right move now?" Zhuo Yang was a little proud. It was now the first time he scored in a training match in his career. He had already seen the nervous eyes of the opponent's goalkeeper.
If the twice-cooked pork is not in your mouth, it is not yours! - Zhuo Tongtong
Just when Zhuo Yang was sure of everything, there was a huge impact on his shoulder. He was unprepared and was knocked three to four meters away.
"What the hell happened again?" Zhuoyang rolled twice on the turf, and then he saw Duke Motley, the right midfielder of the main team returning to the defense, passing the ball to Billy.
·Ralph.
Duke said to Zhuo Yang who was lying on the ground: "Boy, don't be so crazy, you will suffer sometimes. Rookie!" The tone was extremely annoying and unfriendly.
Zhuoyang rolled over and got up, and replied with a word that he never suffered a loss: "Duke, be careful not to let me break your leg." After saying that, he didn't talk to Duke anymore, and slowly walked towards his own half.
Run away.
Duke was so angry that his butt was smoking. He looked at Zhuo Yang's back and spat hard on the grass.
Zhuo Yang was still spitting out grass clippings while running, playing the replay in his mind, completely absorbing the experience of failure. However, at this time, the main team scored.
Duke just intercepted Zhuo Yang's ball and passed it to Billy. Billy passed it to midfielder Nigel De Jong. De Jong passed a long pass to left midfielder Ricardo Montolivo.
Montolivo took advantage of the substitutes' full line pressure and had no time to return to defense. He went straight in and scored a goal from the far corner of the penalty area.
After the restart, Zhuoyang became more active and kept reaching for the ball. After receiving the kick from the goalkeeper, Zhuoyang first got rid of Ricardo Montolivo's entanglement, and then walked past Nigel De
Yong, once again faced the defensive combination of Per Mertesacker and Terrence.
While slowly moving the ball with his feet, Zhuoyang had already noticed that the full-back was also moving in, intending to double-team him. When the full-back was approaching, Zhuoyang flicked the ball and pretended
To change direction outwards, before Per Mertesacker and Terrence had time to react, they moved the football forward and nimbly passed between the two central defenders. The moment the two were about to close the door,
Zhuo Yang had already squeezed through.
The front was wide open, and the goalkeeper had no choice but to attack. Zhuoyang caught up with the football and adjusted his steps. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Duke rushing over menacingly.
"Still want to use that trick? You idiot!" Zhuo Yang thought to himself. He just suffered a secret loss from Duke, and now he comes at the right time.
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge within ten years. This principle does not make sense to Zhuo Yang, who usually retaliates on the spot if he can.
Zhuoyang made an arc with his right foot, and the football flew around the fingertips of goalkeeper Clark Edmond. When it was about to fly into the goal, Zhuoyang also stood still, rooted under his feet, and clamped his right arm
On the body, elbows are slightly bent back.
The moment the football flew into the goal, Duke's impact also came with a bang.
Zhuoyang stumbled, then regained his balance, while Duke Motley fell to the ground and curled up, howling like a butchering pig.
His ribs hit Zhuo Yang's elbow.
Zhuo Yang stood there with an innocent and baffled look on his face, with all the talent points of the acting emperor fully maxed out.
On the sidelines, Klopp paid no attention to the howling Duke. He said to the assistant coach Wolf beside him: "Edwin, do you understand? Zhuo has never received professional training before, and has never played a regular game.
, It’s really unimaginable. His ball skills and feel are so good, and the combination of man and ball is so wonderful. I have never seen a little guy who is as skilled as him." Klopp looked excited, "And, he
With a strong learning ability, after failing once, you can effectively avoid repeating the failure the second time, which is really amazing.”
"However, he still has many areas that need to be polished, such as not knowing how to cooperate, being unwilling to participate in defense, and not being decisive enough in shooting. But, precisely because of this, Zhuocai is worth cultivating. He is a diamond that has not been polished at all.
, so Zhuo's future has unlimited possibilities." The stubble on Klopp's face was trembling. "In short, I think we have found a treasure this time!"
Klopp didn't notice Zhuoyang's dirty trick against Duke, and he didn't notice it in the entire training ground. Duke only collided with Zhuoyang after Zhuoyang shot. This is a red card action in regular games. It is completely redundant and also...
It takes such a stupid IQ to hurt yourself, so everyone looked at Duke like they were looking at an idiot.
Duke, who felt embarrassed himself, had stopped howling. He was pulled behind the goal by the team doctor. While spraying analgesic aerosol, he kept sucking in cold air and stared at Zhuo Yang fiercely. Duke himself
I don’t know what happened, but why did the Chinese boy suddenly become angry when I bumped into him?
Zhuoyang has no intention of talking to Duke anymore and is celebrating with his teammates on the bench. Zhuoyang is new here and doesn’t want to go too far. How about doing more harm just now and adding more strength to his elbows? Then Duke’s ribs
The bones must be broken.
Klopp called captain Per Mertesacker to the sidelines and said something. Mertesacker kept nodding.
The game continued. Zhuoyang still kept asking for the ball, then passed the ball and broke through. But in the next game, he was obviously different from just now.
As soon as Zhuoyang got the ball, two opposing players rushed to defend him at the same time, sometimes even three. When he tried his best and finally broke through, he was entangled again by two or three defensive players. The defensive strength of professional players
His defensive skills are far beyond what his previous wild ball opponents could compare to.
Although Zhuoyang still played with various skills, arranging flowers and folding willows, which was really beautiful, he was still playing hard and depressed all the way.
Zhuoyang is very magical, but Zhuoyang is not a god!
It can be clearly seen from a distance that most of the main team is besieging Zhuoyang in an extremely sophisticated way. One wave after another, Zhuoyang fell into the vast ocean of the People's War. But
Zhuo Yang was in it, but he didn't know it.
This is what Klopp just told captain Mertesacker. When the substitute team attacks, the main team lets go of the others and surrounds Zhuoyang with all their strength. After stealing the ball, quickly launch a counterattack and hit Zhuoyang behind.
Klopp, who has been a professional player, knows that when dealing with geniuses, you cannot just preach and reprimand, but let the geniuses find problems themselves.
At the end of the first half, Zhuo Yang, who was panting from exhaustion, realized that the score was... 1:6!
"Holy shit, what's going on?" Zhuo Yang became even more depressed.
At this time, the substitute players looked at Zhuo Yang with a bit of resentment and unkindness. Although there was a gap in ability with the main team, conceding six goals in the half was a bit too exaggerated. And these six goals were all because of Zhuo Yang
After the sticky ball is intercepted, let the main team counterattack and lose it.
But no one on the substitute side said anything. First, because the personal skills Zhuo Yang showed just now were like flowers. They really couldn't compare to them, and they had never met them before. Furthermore, Zhuo Yang was a newbie who had just arrived.
, Strange means unfamiliar, unfamiliar means polite. Everyone is still in the polite stage.
Zhuo Yang sat alone in the rest area, breathing heavily while drinking water. The first half of the scene was replayed in his mind like a movie, and he wanted to figure out what happened.
The genius Zhuo Yang encountered a new problem. For him, football should not be like this. Almost all the football Zhuo Yang encountered before was other people watching his performance. They were just closer than the audience.
At most, some unhappy people mutter: That’s enough, kid. But so what if you’re still angry? You can’t kick me in the ball, and you can’t beat me in a fight.
Geniuses love to be more serious, and people who are more serious tend to get into trouble. What you get on paper will always be shallow, but Zhuoyang is interested in bullfighting!
Klopp slowly walked over and sat next to Zhuo Yang, smiling like an old fox wearing glasses.
Chapter completed!