Football: God-level striker, all teammates lie down

"This header was so powerful and far away, one step away from the penalty area!

As graceful as a startled swan, as graceful as a swimming dragon!

I'm not talking about football, I'm talking about Zhao Yi himself!"

Zhan Lu watched the replay with a light in her eyes.

With this physical fitness, he is also a good long jumper and high jumper!

Zhao Yi stretched his body in the air, and the moment the football hit his head, he showed the power and violent aesthetics to the fullest.

In an instant, the passion and blood of the entire stadium were ignited.

"Super header!"

"This super teenager... I really hope that this attack is a coincidence. If it is not a coincidence, it proves that he has developed the ability to attack with headers, and it is extremely perfect.

In just one season, he has become a real offensive kaleidoscope.

This is admirable and terrifying."

When Zhao Yi flew up, Huth, who was known for his ferocity, stood there, trembling.

He didn't dare to jump at all.

At that moment, he felt unprecedented fear.

Because last time, he was hit by Zhao Yi and had a psychological trauma.

Moreover, this time, he felt that if he jumped up, he might be hit into a vegetable.

When they met on a narrow road, Huth, the famous dirty man in the Premier League this season, had lost the courage to show his sword.

He watched Zhao Yi take off and headed the football.

When he saw Zhao Yi rushing out to celebrate, Huth regretted it very much. He felt that he was a coward.

He was afraid of the offensive players.

This is not a competent player at all.

But he had to admit that until this time, he was still trembling in his heart.

On the surface, he could be brave and actively seek confrontation.

But that was all an illusion.

Only he knew the real situation. Before this game, he secretly went to see a psychologist.

Zhao Yi's elbow left him with a big psychological trauma.

"Face the fear and overcome the fear."

The psychologist said it well, and it was easy to talk.

Damn, such a big behemoth fell from the sky.

The football was deformed by a head blow.

That elbow was like steel.

Face fear?

No, not at all.

Morgan stood aside, looking at Huth, who looked a little strange.

He ran over to ask about the situation.

"Above Etihad, the Chinese dragon is soaring!

Zhao, as long as it is not in Barcelona with a height limit, I believe Manchester City can go far in the Champions League!"

De Bruyne ran to Zhao Yi and the two hugged each other tightly.

This cooperation was not perfect.

De Bruyne's pass was still a little too big.

It was not that the pass was not in place, but that De Bruyne was a little bit unconvinced about the landing point Zhao Yi said.

So he passed the ball a little closer to the penalty area.

He didn't expect that Zhao Yi could really hit the football in the air in that position.

This was beyond his imagination.

The entire Etihad Stadium was immersed in madness.

This violent and imaginative header made the fans restless for a long time.

"His strength is beyond human imagination. He has an attacking range with no blind spots and almost all offensive means.

In the last game, he even scored a goal with his penis...

It seems that there is no part of his body that cannot score a goal except his left foot!"

In the next game, Manchester City's formation changed a little bit.

The two parallelograms were separated, and Zhao Yi and Aguero were at the front respectively.

The number of offensive players increased from seven to eight.

The four people on both sides had clear division of labor and began to attack the Leicester City penalty area.

Leicester City's defensive area became smaller and smaller, and the space was compressed, making it more difficult to launch a counterattack.

Vardy was isolated and helpless.

"De Bruyne, David Silva!"

Silva kicked a diagonal ball outside the penalty area and hoisted the ball into the penalty area.

Zhao Yi, who partnered with Aguero and became a double center forward, leaned against Huth.

He found that Huth's strength was much worse than before.

This time, Zhao Yi jumped up in the crowd very easily.

"Hey? Huth's defense?"

Only Morgan and Zhao Yi jumped up at the same time.

Huth stood next to Zhao Yi, but did not try to grab the position or interfere with Zhao Yi.

He let Zhao Yi jump up easily in the penalty area.

Bang!

Zhao Yi's head hit the football again, and Morgan hit the side of Zhao Yi's head in the air.

Even though Morgan interfered and attacked like this.

The football was still headed out by Zhao Yi.

It hit the goal heavily.

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, and then fell from the air and fell in the penalty area.

At the same time, the football hit the net along Schmeichel's arm.!

The entire Etihad did not celebrate because of this goal.

The fans took a breath and looked at the court nervously.

Morgan also covered his head and fell to the side in pain.

This time, he used his forehead to hit the side of Zhao Yi's head with all his strength.

He was also in pain.

Aguero was beside him and squatted down hurriedly to check Zhao Yi's injury.

"This time, it hurts to watch!" Zhan Lu watched the replay, Morgan stretched his neck and hit Zhao Yi with his head.

After Zhao Yi headed the ball out, his expression was extremely painful, his body was out of control, and he fell straight into the penalty area.

"If this was a little more off, it would hit the temple..."

The referee first confirmed that the goal was valid, and then ran into the penalty area to check.

Zhao Yi, who fell to the ground, felt dizzy for a while.

He opened his eyes.

It's broken...

Why is there no cheering sound in the whole stadium?

The ball didn't go in?

He raised his head and glanced at the goal.

It went in!

Then why don't you cheer?

Was it called?

Zhao Yi thought of this and jumped up.

The referee who rushed over was shocked.

The one who hit the other fell to the ground and couldn't get up, but the one who was hit on the head was still so energetic? ?

What kind of physical fitness does this guy have?

Zhao Yi glanced at the score display on the big screen and found that Manchester City had overtaken the score.

The ball was not called.

He looked up at the fans in the stands.

The ball was not called, why don't you cheer?

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes and tried to put his left hand to his ear.

The fans who were still worried about Zhao Yi's injury were stunned when they saw Zhao Yi suddenly jump up.

When he put his hand to his ear in confusion, the entire Etihad fans reacted instantly.

With a whoosh.

It was as if Etihad had sounded an air raid alarm.

Goals are worth celebrating, and overtaking is even more worth cheering.

But all these are worthless if Zhao Yi might get injured.

Worthless.

When Zhao Yi got up unscathed, it was the moment most worthy of celebration for the fans!

"No problem, no problem!!!

Zhao!

A body made of iron, a head made of steel, this kind of collision, he... the first thing he did when he got up was to ask for cheers from the fans!

It was Morgan who headbutted him!"

"Two goals! Two goals with headers!

The evolution of a super center forward!

From now on, I am sure that Zhao has truly evolved into the ultimate center forward!

He is already terrifying enough, and he is still making progress!"