Beckham, the peak of the start, is handsome

Chapter 32 I predicted your prediction

Wen Te's eyes looked as if he wanted to destroy Xiao Wen.

How long had it been since I had been out of breath like this since I started playing in the Bundesliga? The boy opposite looked a bit thinner than me. How could he not show any signs of hypoxia?

Wiping the sweat from his face, Wente stared at the enemy with astonishing physical strength vigilantly.

Yes, my identity has also been upgraded.

He forced himself to calm down and carefully analyzed Xiao Wen's playing style from the beginning to the present. It seemed that there was no template. Perhaps it was because he had been indoctrinated with too many prejudices these days. Wente felt that he really

He defended as a smaller version of Beckham. This was a big mistake!

Seeing Wente's half-bent-down look, which suddenly turned serious, Xiao Wen smiled contemptuously at him.

Aren't you very cool? Why don't you be cool anymore?

To be honest, it feels really good to watch someone who hates me feel unhappy and unable to kill me.

However, after defeating a guy who should be regarded as an ordinary defender in the five major leagues, Xiao Wen was not too excited, but still carefully paid attention to the movements of his teammates around him.

From his current role positioning, assisting and opening up the court for his teammates to carry out offense are his job.

The reason why Wen Te could not be beaten to death with a stick was because his breakthrough ability was far from reaching that level.

Of course, judging from the first goal, it may not be necessary to kill this guy with a knife.

“It’s really a surprise.”

Kravitz, who was called over by Klopp, scratched his beard on his chin and looked at Xiao Wen with amusement. A strange color flashed in his eyes, which soon turned into joy, and continued: "Play football."

Use your brain."

"Do you think he can play on the wing?" Klopp looked at Xiao, who was still running up and down, and asked: "With sufficient physical strength and accurate crosses, he seems to fully meet the standards of a winger and a midfielder in the past."

Klopp still doesn't feel how strong Xiao Wen's forward penetration ability is. Maybe his calmness in the penalty area can be regarded as a strong advantage?

In any case, this young man, who is still thin, has the upper hand against this defensive warrior who has been in the Bundesliga for four or five years. At least for now, it seems that Klopp has the upper hand. In this case, Klopp feels that he can ask Xiao

When it comes to playing a right wing position in the Bundesliga, I naturally have a little more confidence.

Kravitz looked at Klopp, smiled and said: "He can indeed play. However, I always feel that he is missing something. After thinking about it, it is his breakthrough. I don't know that he thinks it is enough to tear him apart without a breakthrough.

Because of the opponent, he still lacks confidence in his dribbling. In short, if he still has countless potentials to be tapped, he can still tap this."

Kravitz's demands are still so high, and there is no expression on Klopp's face. "It's too difficult for him. If he hadn't made his debut in the United States and wasted so much time in the major leagues, maybe other games would be better."

His ability will not be his shortcoming."

"Is it too late?" Kravitz heard Klopp's worries and said: "Yes, no matter whether they are Chinese or British, there are not many people who can dribble. I was thinking too much."

…

U.K.

Stephen Holland, his boss and his agent were staring at the broadcast footage on TV. The two of them remained silent in a tacit understanding. After watching for more than ten minutes, they finally didn't feel that the time was wasted.

Horan had never thought that the young man Mendes mentioned before could actually fight against these fierce and strong men in the Bundesliga. So what if he had special skills? Today's football environment is increasingly testing physical fitness. Now it seems that his

The view is indeed wrong.

"Thank you." Mendes took the coffee handed over by Mourinho's assistant coach, smiled gently, pointed his finger at Xiao Wen who was knocked down by Wente in the camera, and said: "I'm really grateful.

Be optimistic about this young man, of course. This includes his entire career on and off the court."

In Mendes' opinion, having such a face on his head is already worth 20 million. If he becomes a British citizen, his household registration will start at 15 million. This kid can't get it without 35 million.

If he chooses Chinese nationality, then he probably needs to change his money safe.

"Many people say that I don't have the habit of using young people." Mourinho smiled self-deprecatingly. He looked at Mendes and said solemnly: "I need a midfielder, but he is not up to my level.

Require."

This season Manchester City has been the best, and Mourinho has to be disappointed. In fact, he is already looking at the future for next season.

A top forward who can resist, play and act as a bridgehead, a midfielder who can be a card dealer and make the slightly stiff midfielder in front of him soft and creative, are the priority.

Today Mendes happened to come over to talk to him about the summer transfer. The three of them happened to watch the Dortmund game. Seeing that at present, the guy Mendes newly signed does have something, but not a lot.

.

Hearing this, Mendes did not refute. This is no nonsense. At the age of seventeen, the number of players in the world who can meet Mourinho's strictest standards throughout the ages can even be counted on five fingers.

This time he came to London mainly to talk about Mourinho's feelings and interest in Diego Costa and Cesc Fabregas, so he wanted to change the topic back.

At this time, the match between Dortmund and Borussia has reached the 18th minute.

Royce held the ball on the left wing, used a bicycle fake to pass the right back guarding him, took it to the penalty area line, and suddenly took off with his right foot and made a pass.

There are Aubameyang and Gundogan in the penalty area.

Neither of them are good at grabbing headers. The ball was pushed out of the penalty area by Domingos.

At this time, all Dortmund players have passed the halfway line, and the second penalty kick is particularly important.

Hoffman didn't grab the ball. Instead, Rafael headed the ball to Herman.

Hermann stepped on his toes and the football landed firmly on the ground.

Dortmund's Jojic stepped forward and tried to nip the opponent's counterattack in the bud.

It didn't succeed, but Herman passed the ball with a single pass.

Joic took action directly, but was unexpectedly thrown by Herman's arm, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Klopp's face instantly darkened, Borussia's counterattack!

Like a surging tide, three or four Borussia Monchengladbach players rushed towards Dortmund's half, with the middle and the two wings forming a cross-changing situation at any time.

Subotic retreated and blocked the receiving path of the opponent's forward Kruse.

But the opponent's counterattack was too fast, and soon Herman pushed past half-court and passed the ball directly to Rafael on the left.

Rafael received the ball without pausing, and ran forward for more than ten meters. Facing Piszczek, he cut directly inside. Kruse at the far end and Herman in the middle gave Rafael two options.

At the passing point, Kruse suddenly ran towards the penalty spot, while Herman rushed towards the penalty spot and crossed the ball.

Subotic and his teammates followed for a moment. While hesitating, Kruse already had a perfect through line, so he could do it alone!

At the critical moment, a thigh flew out of the diagonal stab and shoveled the ball away with one kick. Raphael yelled in horror and ran forward with inertia. His left foot got caught on the thigh and he fell forward.

This scene shocked everyone in the stadium, especially the coach and substitute players on the Borussia bench. They suddenly stood up and shouted wildly that they must be given a foul and a card!

The Dortmund fans also opened their mouths. After all, they just saw the young man on the right wing chasing him for at least thirty meters, and the final desperate shovel was really shocking to people.

The referee signaled the game to continue!

"The ball was tackled first, there was no problem, the angle was not completely diagonal, it was close to the turf, it was a clean steal!"

Matthäus is very familiar with tackling, his eyes are rulers!

Wen Te, who was following his own formation, looked at Xiao Wen who was chasing after him all the way to the edge of the penalty area and flying to make a tackle. Of course he was shocked, because he found that this kid really didn't seem to take his physical fitness seriously. The opponent dropped him before the game.

The cruel words may be true.

His face turned slightly blue, but there was a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. This time he really encountered a pervert.

"Oh, I don't care what you say, Jose. This kid will definitely do something good. Even if he is fixed in a defensive midfielder position, look at his energy." Mendes took a sip of the coffee in the cup.

After drinking, he said to the man who was still staring at the TV screen.

This sentence hit the mark on Mourinho's psychology. He smiled and nodded at Mendes: "Congratulations, old man, you have indeed done a good business."

Mendes is very happy, he enjoys every moment of being proud in front of Mourinho.

On the court.

Xiao Wen had already gotten up.

The football was shoveled to Friedrich's feet.

Klopp was still excited on the sidelines, but he did not delay his intention to command at all, "Go forward, go forward!"

Friedrich stopped the ball for a moment, glanced at it, and passed it to Kyle.

Kyle had a premonition that someone was pressing behind him, so he turned back to Friedrich. Friedrich could only cast his eyes to both sides.

Royce came back slowly.

Xiao Wen got up and ran out to a certain space.

With a flick of his right foot, the ball flew halfway across the court and in front of Xiao Wen.

Xiao Wen stopped the ball in his chest, removed the ball, pushed it forward a few steps, and passed it to Gundogan who came to meet him. Arango, who originally came to press Xiao Wen, had to move back inside to find Gundogan.

After a one-two, Gundogan passed the ball to Xiao Wen, who rushed up from Arango.

At this time, Xiao Wen was on the right side and was about to cross the center line.

Klopp did not shout to Xiao Wen to tell him what to do, because at this time Xiao Wen was already looking up.

Klopp nodded inconspicuously. In modern football, the most important thing is observation. Offensive players observe the opponent's defensive position and the movement of their teammates, while defensive players do the opposite. They dribble with the ball and have no future.

Unless you are Lao Ma and Xiao Mei.

Xiao Wen saw Royce thrust forward...

Klopp also saw it. If Mkhitaryan and others were holding the ball in this position, Klopp would definitely tell him to be careful and not to make a long pass from 20 meters away, because it may mean another

Loss of possession of the ball.

But Xiao Wen was different. Iron-clad facts proved that this kid's long pass was very reliable.

Wente retreated to his own half. He looked diagonally across the corner. Those following Royce over there had already begun to retreat early. Everyone knew that Xiao Wen was looking for Royce.

As for Aubameyang, the two central defenders almost kidnapped him.

Therefore, standing on the route that Xiao Wen must take to move forward, Wente did not continue to panic. He comforted himself that regaining the position was in this defense.

Falfe also loudly reminded the players under his hands, "Look at the people around you. Xiao Wen's long pass is looking for their forward penetration. Don't stand still and wait for the ball!"

Farf is an old man with a bad temper. After shouting this, he also looked at Xiao Wen. Of course he admired this young man's defensive attitude of never giving up. No head coach didn't like it. Oh, unless

Like now, I am the head coach of the enemy side.

So after he finished shouting, he looked at Xiao Wen who paused for a moment, and a flash of joy flashed in his heart. I predicted your prediction. Yes. Seeing Xiao Wen's slightly confused look, Farf smiled.

, this is what he wants.

"return!"

Klopp saw that Xiao Wen was a little stuck, so he had to play his role at this time.

As soon as he said these words, Xiao Wen immediately took a step forward. Kravitz's expression next to Klopp changed, but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Wen bit his lip and raised his head, which was higher than usual when observing teammates and opponents.

Klopp squinted his eyes and followed Xiao Wen's gaze.

That's damn, that's the direction of the goal!

Ter Stegen stood outside the small penalty area. In fact, everyone else was near the penalty spot.

With the experience and lesson of conceding the ball just now, Ter Stegen felt that he needed to give his teammates enough tips when defending.

"Hey! Look at Aubameyang. Cobb, you are not parallel to the two central defenders, causing offside!"

"Don't worry about Royce, he's offside!"

"Be closer!"

Under such circumstances, it is necessary for him to remind his teammates like this.

"try it?"

Xiao Wen narrowed his eyes and stared at Ter Stegen, who had already reached the penalty spot and waved his right hand. He thought to himself: "Damn Beckham doesn't have this in his genes."

This is a bet. No matter how skilled you are, you will never be able to succeed every time. In fact, if you can hit the ball within the goal range, it is enough to get applause from the fans in the audience.

But if he plays too outrageously, Klopp might replace him during halftime and give him a slap in the face. It's even more inevitable.

After all, no head coach would like any of his players to take a shot in their own back garden!

Wente looked coldly at Xiao Wen, who suddenly frowned. He didn't know why this man was still hesitating when he was clearly ready to pass the ball.

"He is still a bit younger and not decisive in handling the ball."

Mourinho pinched his neck and turned sideways and said.

"Not bad." Mendes certainly wanted to say good things about his players.

Mourinho laughed, but he only laughed halfway and stopped laughing.

What an international joke!

This kid pushed the ball forward two steps, kicked hard to accelerate. Long pass?

This pass was ridiculous. It looked like it was passing back to the opponent's goalkeeper.

Um?

The ball is so fast

Mendes stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, cursed a Portuguese curse, and then shouted: "Is he going to shoot?"

(End of chapter)