Football Kung Fu Player

"Your sister! You don't play by the rules!!" Te Reiss roared directly in his heart.

Seeing Wang Xing's figure crossing over directly, his already excited heart was once again tortured endlessly.

In Wang Xing's interception from the midfield this time, the players of the Mexican Olympic football team seemed helpless, because organizing this attack took a lot of energy and there was an element of luck in it.

Now all these are spent on Wang Xing as a defender. No one can imagine that this defender is completely unreasonable and starts blocking the ball directly from the range of the midfielder.

Te Reiss could only helplessly watch Wang Xing snatch the ball away from his feet, and then in an instant, he dribbled the ball again. The football was like the most obedient pet, and was easily driven by Wang Xing.

The speed was so fast that Reiss could only feel deep despair.

"So strong, is this the man who is known as the king of track and field?" Reiss couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, stopped his trembling body in place, lowered his head, and vented the anger and unwillingness in his heart. Xing rushed into the attack again, with a helpless tone, secretly said: "It really is too strong!"

Mexican football coach on the bench. 887

"It's so fast!" Mosley clapped his hands excitedly, looking at the bright red afterimage on the field, and said in admiration.

"It's not your turn to talk about this kind of thing..." When he heard the praise from his friends around him, as the team leader of the Mexican football Olympic team, Xi Telu said with a somewhat weak tone: "But it's true. His speed is indeed too fast. Maybe only those guys from the national team can restrain him."

"This is not necessarily the case. Every step of his ball control is extremely appropriate, especially in terms of speed. Have you seen it? I can't even feel the slightest pause on him, so smooth, as if he is doing Take a leisurely walk!"

Mosley's eyes were shining, and when he was staring at Wang Xing intently, the excitement in his heart was burning like a flame on a dead tree.

"Hey, I'm a little envious of you praising the Tianchao team so much." Xi Telu protested dissatisfiedly.

"I (cfch) is telling the truth, you can't deny it, old man." Seeing the dissatisfaction of his friends around him, Mosley restrained himself a little, and said with a smile: "But his performance is really great, and I think it won't be long before there will be a lot of people scrambling to win him."

"Isn't he from the Tianchao team?" Sitlu asked suspiciously.

"Of course, at least in this Athens Olympics, he will be the representative of the Chinese team, but if it is in the World Cup, relying on his strength alone, there is absolutely no possibility of winning the championship." Moss Li Dan shook his head with a smile, pointed his index finger at his mouth, and said with a smile: "If he wants the highest honor of the World Cup, then it doesn't matter whether he wants to join the European giants or find another way." He chose to fulfill his wish in the Celestial Dynasty."

"Are you so sure?" Xi Telu asked in disbelief.

"What's unbelievable about this? It's not like we haven't seen the Tianchao football national team. How well do you think they can do with their level? The preliminaries? Or the quarter-finals? Or enter the finals?"

Mosley seemed to be underestimated, and said with a light smile: "Not at all, unless it is a champion, otherwise, for the track and field king of this century, these runner-ups and third-place runners-up seem to be of no value at all.

"Only the champion! It can really set off his brilliance in the sports world." When Mosley said this, a blazing light appeared in his eyes again.

"I hope you're right, my old buddy, but you'd better not have too much hope for this point. Seeing him sign up for so many games at once, apart from proving his own strength , I’m afraid more of it is to win glory for the country, so it’s hard to avoid thinking too much for him to represent other countries in the World Cup.”

At the end of West Road, he couldn't refute this excited friend, so he could only deny it with a smile.

"Indeed, from this point of view, this little guy is still very patriotic." After hearing this, Mosley couldn't help smiling.

Players who value love and righteousness like this are often the ones they like as coaches. If they simply have talent, and after discovering it, kick the person who trained you away, then no matter how talented he is, he will be Not to anyone's liking.

Even if his talent is really frightening to the extreme, for example, the player from China in front of him, Wang Xing

"We can now see that player Wang Xing has approached the penalty area of ​​the Mexican football team step by step. Will he choose to shoot directly, or wait for other teammates around him to attack in a more secure way?"

The football commentator of Tianchao is explaining this game with a comfortable smile at the moment. Whenever there is a football match with Wang Xing, it can be said that any of them who are from Tianchao pay close attention to it, because Wang Xing is there , then the victory will definitely favor them. Wang Xing is already the basic guarantee for the Chinese football to win.

So much so that the current Tianchao football commentators, when they see Wang Xing competing with the Mexican football team, which is neither strong nor weak, will appear a little calm, and use a more wise approach to show the audience in front of the TV. The strength of Tianchao Football, the strength of Wang Xing.

boom!

When the football commentator just introduced Wang Xing, Wang Xing was close to the edge of the penalty area, directly kicked the ball under his feet, without hesitation, his right leg was charged backwards, and then he threw it The moment it touched the football, the football deformed very irregularly at this moment, and in the next second, like a fully charged cannonball, it sprinted out with the sound of tearing air. .

bang!

When the Mexican goalkeeper's pupils dilated slightly and he saw the trajectory of the ball, before he had time to be happy, the next moment, the ball directly pierced out from the gap between his outstretched hands.

3:0!.