After receiving the ball from Hamsik and taking only two steps forward, Zhuoyang was blocked by Brazilian center back Luison. There are always more Brazilians than Portuguese in the Portuguese team.
Luison is tall and powerful, but what gives Zhuo Yang more headaches is Benfica's Petit, a dry and thin man nicknamed "Fighting Dog". This guy's playing style is not as gentle as his appearance at all, and he even sneaks in when dealing with Zhuo Yang.
He is an extremely tough thief and will not give in any ground. It is said that Sir Alex Ferguson admires him very much and intends to let him go to Manchester United to replace the aging Keane.
Whenever Zhuoyang receives the ball, it will cause Louison to block it from the front, and Pettit will take the opportunity to attack from his side. This combination of strong, thin, tall, short, white and black works perfectly together.
Zhuoyang pulled the ball sideways with his left foot, and then used a movement similar to Cruyff's turn to forcefully get rid of Louison. Seeing that he had staggered his position, the prospect was picturesque at the start. However, he could not run away, Petty
Te concealed his outstretched hand and was tightly grabbing Zhuo Yang's jersey. Just like that, Louison was close to him again.
Seeing that they could not break through, the Musketeers were also blocked by Ricardo Rocha. Zhuoyang did not have the habit of forcing the ball to hit the goal, so he could only give the ball to Zirko after some fake moves.
Husband, let Dionysus transition to Khedira to reorganize.
Yes, this is the Champions League!
The intensity of the Champions League is simply not comparable to that of the league or even the UEFA Cup, even if Benfica is not yet considered the top team in Europe. Perhaps because of the degree of focus, or perhaps the legacy of the Champions Cup, even if the same team competes in the championship
The strength and dignity shown in the Champions League and other competitions are also different. No wonder everyone says that the Champions League is the highest level and the most difficult competition in the world.
Zhuoyang got the ball again, cut across the 25-meter line, and looked for an opportunity to hit the goal hard. Rub the ball lightly, Louison did not hesitate to make a tackle with his legs, and suddenly stopped and ducked to pass the train. Petty
The tackle that followed was even more swift.
Then he turned around and dunked the motorcycle. Louison had already stood up, stretched out his posture and waited for Zhuo Yang. The butterfly step confused Louison's eyes. Zhuoyang's jersey was grabbed by Petit again, but he still did nothing.
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It is common for Zhuoyang to encounter hard and soft attacks from both front and back in the league. Most of the time, he can still choose to go it alone. However, it did not work very well in this game. It is not clear whether it is a matter of different styles or a higher tactical level in the Champions League.
——Is this the Champions League? In this case, I am really looking forward to the game with Manchester United!
At present, Benfica has not yet settled the situation, but he has to worry about others first. It must be said that Zhuo Yang has a big heart. However, God will always take care of people with a big heart.
Zhuo Yang had a headache because of Petit's entanglement, but he didn't know the pain in Petit's heart. The 29-year-old Portuguese "fighting dog" who never gave up was no longer sweating, but oil.
——This kid is too difficult to deal with. No human being is like him. He doesn't even give him a chance to breathe.
The sweat has long since dried up, and the red jersey is covered with circles of salt stains, like growth rings. Pettit suspects that there is no moisture in his body, and what is flowing out now is not oil at all.
It's the cell fluid that's been squeezed out.
Since it is dog fighting, he must be good in physical fitness. However, it depends on who he is competing with. So many tough men in the Bundesliga have been driven crazy by Zhuoyang. No matter how you say it, Petit is still a Portuguese.
players.
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Zhuoyang took the ball and ran to the wing, and Pettit was kicking the dust away. Zhuoyang was bumping into each other while running. No matter how good his defensive skills are, his body is still a flaw of Pettit. However, this guy has a first-class will and quality.
, never gives up, and has no intention of living once he steps on the court. This is exactly the same as Mad Dog Rand of Maddieburg.
When it comes to dirty tricks, Zhuo Yang is by no means a good person. Pettit picked and scratched him, and Zhuo Yang's knee also bumped him so hard that his thighs were bruised. He would definitely be bruised when he got home at night.
The side road braked suddenly, Zhuoyang stopped when he said it, and Pettit, not surprisingly, stopped with a gasp and a pop. Zhuoyang began to perform a cross-flower arrangement with staggered steps back and forth, and Pettit leaned forward and back like a moth flying into a flame.
Suddenly, Pettit's face suddenly turned pale, frightening Zhuo Yang who had been staring at him: "What do you want? Where is your blood!"
Immediately afterwards, Petit opened his mouth wide and stared blankly, as if frozen, his lips gradually turned black, and he fell straight down like a pillar without roots.
Zhuoyang's scalp is numb! Sudden death? Brother, let's just play football, don't play so hard, okay?
Petit was lying on the ground with his eyes fixed like the famous dead fish in England "looking up at the stars". He opened his mouth wide and didn't know whether he wanted to suck in or vomit. He looked like he was about to die.
Zhuoyang's fingernails were so frightened that he even forgot to kick the football out of the field. "You...you...what's wrong?"
"...Click...Click..." A strange sound came from Petit's throat.
The 18-year-old Benfica midfielder Manuel Fernandez was extremely short-sighted. He rushed up and snatched the football away, then twisted around to counterattack. Zhuoyang didn't even look back, stretched out his leg and kicked him on the ankle bone.
——"Fuck you!" Fernandez fell to the ground.
"Brother, brother, can you hear me? Blink when you hear me." Ignoring Fernandez, who didn't know whether to live or die, Zhuoyang knelt down next to Petit. At this time, the referee's whistle behind him had just sounded.
Seeing Pettit blinking his eyes, Zhuo Yang calmed down a little. As long as he didn't lose consciousness, he might be out of breath. He immediately folded his hands and started to perform chest pressure on Pettit. Waiting for Benfica's teammates to follow
When people came around like crazy, Pettit could already moan like a chicken.
"Angry... angry... not enough..."
The team doctors used various methods, and finally Petit was pulled down by a small battery car with an oxygen mask on, and the ambulance drove to the hospital with its lights flashing. Zhuoyang was no less frightened than the Benfica people, and he was really in shock. Because
With his artistic appreciation, Zhuo Yang began to have awe of the universe and life. For him, football is just football and will never be higher than life and death.
Some veterans in the Benfica team gave Zhuoyang a friendly slap, and the referee was also ready to let the two sides fight for the ball for a formality. Unexpectedly, Fernandez, who had no idea, pointed at Zhuoyang and yelled at the referee: "
Referee, he just kicked me, you don’t care."
‘Bang!’ A slap in the face made Fernandez spin around in a circle. Nuno Gomez was a man of few ruthless words, and his inner strength was not at all like his elegant and handsome appearance.
"Get lost!" Nuno Gomez, Figo and Petit have a close relationship in the Portuguese national team.
Chapter completed!