At the same time, in the far east, Chengdu, Sichuan, China, the land of abundance.
In a luxurious Internet cafe on Chunxi Road in Jinjiang District, a fat white man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a round face, and glasses was sitting in front of a computer, constantly refreshing the web page.
What he watches is news about football, both at home and abroad!
After flipping through it for a while, Fatty found it a bit boring, so he wanted to find some live games to watch.
As soon as he thought of it, he did it, and saw that the fat man skillfully downloaded a circumvention software, logged in and paid, then directly opened Google and searched for football live broadcast.
Press search, and rows of English websites will appear.
The fat man didn't understand much, so he picked a live broadcast website with the word Premier League and clicked on it.
The Internet speed is good, the video rotates a few times, and the live broadcast screen appears directly.
The opening match of the first round of the Premier League, a strong dialogue between the Red Devils Manchester United and Bai Baihe Tottenham.
The fat man was watching with great interest when the screen suddenly got stuck. He refreshed the screen several times and couldn't get it to come out, so he had no choice but to fork out.
I went back to the search interface and refreshed it again, and suddenly I found a real-time message about the latest goal in the British Championship pinned to the top!
The fat man glanced at it. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but suddenly he saw that there was an 'a' in the long string of English words.
Out of curiosity, the fat man clicked in directly!
The screen was still loading, but there was a noise from the headphones first, and then he heard a chatter and a very excited commentary.
At this moment, the picture came out. In the camera, a young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and black hair was surrounded by his teammates and was celebrating a goal.
Seeing this face, the fat man suddenly froze, his pupils shrank hard, his fair and rosy fat face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled.
"Oh my God! What the hell!" The next second, the fat man suddenly jumped up from the chair and backed away quickly, and the earphones slammed on the table.
It was already past 4 o'clock in the morning, and the drowsy people in the Internet cafe were frightened to death by the fat man, and curses were heard one after another.
"Brother, are you so excited to watch a live broadcast of the British Championship? Damn it, it's normal! They are all foreign devils!" A guy next to him patted his head and looked at the fat man's computer screen, "Hey, there is actually Asia.
people!"
The fat man also turned around at this time. He leaned close to the screen and stared at it carefully for a long time. Suddenly he pointed at the screen and yelled: "You are such a bastard! This son of a bitch is not dead! I cried like this for nothing."
Years of graves!”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the Internet cafe looked at him with crazy eyes. He turned around and ran outside. His flexible movements stunned everyone.
When passing by the bar, the fat man stopped suddenly, took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, slapped it on the bar, and said hurriedly: "Leave the computer on for me, don't let anyone touch it! I'll be right back!"
The fat man ran out of the Internet cafe and ran wildly along the deserted road.
A few minutes later, the fat man ran into a community with very nice greenery and scenery.
I didn't even bother taking the elevator, I quickly jumped up the stairs to the sixth floor three steps at a time, and knocked on the door of one of the houses while I was out of breath.
"Dong dong dong dong!..."
The fat man knocked on the door and issued the general's order, but after knocking for a while, the door did not open. Instead, the opposite door was knocked open!
"Bai Lele, you obsessive sun-eyed thing, why are you knocking on your godfather's door in the middle of the night? If you dare not go home, you must have gone to the Internet to chat again. I won't give you two today."
Earwax is not your old man!"
A two-meter-tall fat man angrily walked out from the opposite door. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Bai Lele's back collar, and lifted him up with a fierce look.
"What's wrong? Xiaobai is drunk? Knocked on the wrong door?"
At this moment, the door of the house Bai Lele knocked opened, and a middle-aged man with dark skin and a coat wrapped in pajamas came out.
"Daddy, I saw Han Wazi!" Fatty Bai took the opportunity to break away from his biological father and spoke quickly, his face flushed with excitement, "He is still alive!"
As soon as the words came out, the corridor was eerily quiet. The middle-aged man in pajamas was stunned, including a middle-aged woman inside the door who was coaxing a few-year-old girl in her arms. They were all stunned! They were petrified!
…
Under the reminder and urging of the referee, Leeds United had to end their somewhat crazy celebration and returned to the half-court to wait for the kick-off in the center circle.
The live broadcast footage kept switching back and forth between Mo Yang and Bamford.
Leeds United's goal was like a ladle of ice water poured into a rolling frying pan, causing Burnley's arrogant mentality to boil and explode instantly.
Therefore, after the kick-off in the center circle, Burnley acted more aggressively. As long as the ball was not at their feet, they would immediately launch a high-pressure press without any regard for physical strength.
Leeds United's performance was completely opposite to that in the first half, very tough and not giving up an inch of ground!
As long as the ball is lost, nearby teammates will immediately come over to form a small-scale counterattack team on the spot, forcing Burnley to pass back even if they cannot grab the ball.
Gradually, Burnley's players found that the high-pressure press that had been effective in the first half was useless.
Leeds United have changed!
Facing their high-pressure press, Leeds United players became calmer and smarter when handling the ball.
Under the serial dispatch of No. 8, Leeds United appeared to be calm and well-founded whether they were attacking or retreating.
When the game time came to the 62nd minute, Burnley made its first substitution, made tactical adjustments, and officially announced that it would abandon high-pressure tactics.
So in the next scene, the two sides started to fight, and it turned into a crazy confrontation.
The fans at the scene were excited to see it. While they were enjoying themselves, they also couldn't believe that this was an offense played by their own team.
Leeds United's performance in the English Championship has been hovering in the middle of the pack in recent years.
Weak and monotonous offense is a long-standing problem. Unexpectedly, after the new boss took over this season and changed the team, the team's offense has been completely transformed.
The fast-paced attack lasted for nearly ten minutes before the pace of both sides finally slowed down.
The Leeds United players were panting and exhausted.
They executed Bielsa's total attack and defense tactics in the second half meticulously.
As long as they attack, all the players will press hard. If the ball is lost, they will all retreat to the defense, including the two forwards Bamford and Wood.
Burnley was even more unbearable. After the pressing in the first half and the high-intensity offensive battle just now, some of their players had already suffered from cramps due to physical exhaustion.
"Is this kid a monster?!"
Danny Ince's chest rose and fell violently. Looking at Moyang, who was not far away with his hands on his knees and panting like an ox, he felt a faint fear in his heart.
Even when facing top-notch midfielders in the Premier League, he didn't feel this way.
Most of the attacks in the ten minutes just now were launched from the feet of the Chinese. This kind of attack rhythm was wave after wave, which made people feel suffocating.
Those precise passes that penetrated their defense one after another made all Burnley players feel chills in their backs just thinking about it.
From the left half to the right half, from the backcourt to the frontcourt, there is no ball that No. 8 cannot pass!
They couldn't believe there were so many gaps in their backcourt.
How did he discover it? You must know that there are some gaps that even they themselves cannot discover at the first time.
This Chinese midfielder's view of the court is really scary!
If it weren't for their good luck and the poor ability of Leeds United's forwards to seize opportunities, they would have overtaken the score.
"The two sides fought for ten minutes, and finally slowed down!" In the studio, Andy Gray's mouth was dry and he felt like his throat was about to smoke, but he was very happy to watch.
He was dazzled by watching this kind of exciting offensive battle. Sometimes before he could explain the previous ball in detail, the next ball happened again!
Andy Gray picked up the water glass and just wanted to moisten his throat when another danger appeared on the field.
But this time it was Burnley who was unlucky!
In front of the penalty area, Denis wanted to use his passing skills to break into the penalty area, but Cooper and Koch blocked the ball and directly stole the ball.
After Koch stole the ball, the arch of his foot pushed directly towards Phillips who was not far in front of him.
Without saying a word, Phillips turned around and gave it to Mo Yang on the left.
Mo Yang turned around to meet the ball, made a powerful move, and quickly advanced towards the Burnley half, sounding the clarion call for attack again!
At the same time, Bamford, Wood, Hernandez, Harrison and Costa, who had been helping to defend in their own half, started to advance forward almost at the same time.
Seeing Mo Yang's six men attack the Burnley half-field together, the nearly 40,000 fans at Elland Road Stadium instantly became excited and excited!
"Yang's dribbling speed is very fast, and several Bamford players behind him are also joining in at high speed! Leeds United's counterattack is very fast!"
"Trippier followed Yang closely, and there was only half a body gap between him and Yang! He was reaching out to pull and interfere. This is a flagrant foul!"
"The referee did not blow the whistle to indicate that the offense was favorable!"
"Yang has been slowed down by Trippier's interference!"
On the other side, Keane and Kral have returned to defense, but they are not happy.
Because even with Trippier included, they only have three people who are back in place on defense now, and it's too late for the others to come back.
What the three of them are about to face is a six-on-three situation, which is very dangerous!
"Yang is still advancing along the wing, how he handles the ball is the key!"
At this time, Mo Yang was a little irritated by Trippier behind him. This guy made too many little moves. He would pull off his clothes and poke his waist secretly.
Mo Yang couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly stopped and changed direction.
Trippier was caught off guard next to him and was shaken, losing his center of gravity and slipping. But after all, he is a player who has played in the Premier League and his experience is very quick.
The moment Trippier fell to the ground, he reached out and grabbed Mo Yang's pants, holding on tightly, trying to pull Mo Yang down.
If it was Mo Yang a month ago, he might have succeeded, but now Mo Yang has begun to take effect after this month of crazy training. The strength of his waist and abdomen suddenly exploded, and he could barely resist it under the influence of the concentrated burst talent.
!
Then there was a funny scene on the court!
In front of everyone, Mo Yang, whose face turned red, held his pants in one hand and ran forward tenaciously. Trippier was dragged along, and he was shocked.
After running a distance of two or three meters, Mo Yang couldn't hold on any longer. Before he fell to the ground, he stretched out his right foot and hit the ball hard with the outside instep.
Suddenly, the football jumped out, drew a beautiful arc on the lawn, and rolled quickly between the goalkeeper and Keane.
From behind, Bamford stepped in at high speed and pushed the ball into the far corner!
"Whoa!" The white ball net trembled.
“gooooooaaaaal!!!”
"Bamford scored twice. This was his second goal of the game. He fully demonstrated the sense of smell a striker should have!"
"Leeds took the lead, a magical arc! Assist from Yang!" In the studio, Andy Gray jumped up and shouted hoarse while holding the microphone!
"boom!"
But at this moment, all the fans burst into laughter, leaving Andy Gray stunned.
Looking back at the huge screen in the stadium.
They saw Mo Yang covering his face with one hand, holding his pants torn in half with the other hand, holding his crotch between his legs, and running towards the bench with an awkward little step.
Not to mention how ecstatic that posture is!
"Hahaha!……"
After Bamford scored, he ran to the corner kick and knelt down to celebrate, but found that none of his teammates came over. Is his popularity so bad?
When he looked back, he found that his teammates were all bending over in laughter with their stomachs in their arms. Even Bielsa, who was squatting on the sidelines to direct, was so amused that he sat on the ground and grinned with joy.
The fans around him were bursting with laughter, and he even saw the few fans closest to him burst into tears.
Bamford looked at the big screen inexplicably, and then saw a white butt disappearing and appearing under the cover of a white cloth torn in half.
Suddenly, Bamford's eyes widened, and the next second he laughed so hard that he slapped the innocent lawn!
"Leeds United fans, after these ten minutes, I think I can now congratulate you, you have a monster talented midfielder!"
"Precise footwork, huge vision, terrifying offensive coverage, excellent passing skills and tenacious will. Maybe he still has shortcomings, but he already has the excellent qualities to become a top midfielder!
"
"We may be witnessing the rise of a world-class midfielder!" Andy Gray praised Mo Yang lavishly, looking like he was conquered.
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In the Internet cafe, a group of people gathered in front of Bai Lele's computer. They all witnessed the funny scene that just happened, and they all burst into laughter.
"Ha ha!……"
"Grrrrrr!... He's so messy, won't others be able to recognize him if he covers his face?"
"His name is Yang? Chinese or Chinese?"
"Anyway, I'm willing to give in to this brain circuit, it's absolutely amazing!"
"..."
"Wow! You guys are doing this, give in!" Bai Lele returned to the Internet cafe and was shocked to find that her computer was surrounded by people.
Bai Lele relied on her mighty and majestic body to forcefully squeeze in with her old man and Mo Yang's parents. Then she saw a white buttocks and bursts of laughter constantly coming from the earphones.
After a while, the replay ended, and a silly face appeared. It was Mo Yang who had changed his pants and returned to the court to wait for the kick-off.
The camera zoomed in on Mo Yang's face, and Mo Yang's face was as red as if he had been doused in boiling water.
"Silly boy! It's my stupid boy!!"
Seeing this face, Moyang's mother Zheng Lili immediately covered her mouth and choked with tears.
The eyes of Mo Xiangdong next to her suddenly turned red, and the Adam's apple of this tough guy who was once known by the villagers as a man who bleeds and doesn't shed tears kept twitching.