Golden Greenery

After a short warm-up, the team is ready to start the team training game.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my car broke down, you know, it's really unlucky." A little fat man hurried over, and everyone laughed.

Zhuoyang saw that it was Bastian Schweinsteiger, a German midfielder who was eighteen years old this year.

Jurgen Klopp hung a coffin face: "Go run and warm up yourself, ten laps!"

Bastian Schweinsteiger stuck out his tongue and ran quickly to the edge of the court, and there was another burst of laughter behind him.

The team training games are mainly to adjust the team's state, and also to see Zhuoyang's performance on the court.

Zhuoyang was assigned to the substitute team. Because the substitute team's right forward Karl Rand was injured in the last game, he took a temporary break. Zhuoyang replaced him and stood at the right forward position.

Klopp blows the whistle and the game begins.

Although Zhuoyang has not received professional training, has he ever seen a pig run if he has never eaten pork? He knows that the right half is the side in the right line, going up and down, but that's all he knows.

Zhuoyang received the ball in the backcourt and started the familiar abuse mode. First, he changed direction and passed one, then swayed away with a feint, and then strode the ball straight to the penalty area. When approaching the restricted area line, Zhuoyang opened his posture, bent his bow and set up an arrow, as if he was about to shoot from a long distance.

Suddenly, a hairy leg flew over next to the ground, and directly shoveled the ball out of the sideline. Zhuoyang couldn't catch up, and fell on the turf with a "plop" around the thigh that was slid over.

Zhuoyang fell so painfully that he grinned and turned his head to see that it was Captain Per Mertesacker. Zhuoyang murmured in his heart: Is this fucking foul?

Per Mertesacker smiled and pulled Zhuoyang up: "Are you okay, Zhuo? But your brilliance is really cool."

Zhuoyang curled his lips: "Of course it's okay, it's just a carelessness. Per, next time I won't let you shovel it so easily."

From Xi'an to Hannover, Zhuoyang has played countless field games, but because of the field and the skills of field players, he has almost never encountered a tackle. Play tackle on mottled turf or even hard ground? Unless you don't want the whole leg of the leg skin anymore. Therefore, Zhuoyang has no experience in dealing with tackles at all.

However, this is Zhuoyang, a genius with super learning ability. Others need to practice repeatedly, and sometimes Zhuoyang only needs it once.

In the process of slowly running back towards his own half, he spat out grass leaves in his mouth "Bah, Bah". Zhuoyang had gone through the tackle just now dozens of times in his mind, and he understood every detail. When he returned to his position, he gained the experience equivalent to other people who had practiced dozens of times.

Once again receiving the ball, Zhuoyang strode away from Ricardo Montolivo, passed Jack Flynn after two cyclists, and he came to the front of the penalty area again.

Zhuoyang flicked the football slightly outwards, swung his right leg, and stretched out his stance for a long-range shot.

A hairy leg arrived as promised.

"Sure enough. If it's at this level, it's too easy." Zhuoyang thought mentally.

Zhuoyang quickly retracted his right leg, gently pulled the football back with the sole of his shoe, and then tapped the inside of his foot to the left. The football obediently rolled over behind his left leg. At the same time, Per Mertesacker's flying The shovel came roaring, but this time all he could shovel away was a pile of air and grass clippings.

Dodging Per Mertesacker's flying shovel, Zhuoyang stepped on the ground with his right foot to the left for support, raised his left foot for a long-range shot, and the football just rolled to the step point.

Bend the bow and set the arrow, and walk through the Yang with a hundred steps.

Suddenly, a hairy leg flew over against the turf, shoveled away the football with a bang, and with a "plop—" Zhuoyang fell on the turf again.

"Have you seen a ghost?" Zhuoyang hurriedly raised his head without grinning, just in time to see another central defender, Terrence Timothy, smiling at him with his big white teeth.

Is this meeting the legendary defense?

Zhuoyang ran back and spat out the grass dregs in his mouth, and continued to replay it repeatedly in his mind, and returned to his own half, gaining another pile of experience.

Once again receiving a pass from his own right back, Zhuoyang broke through with several consecutive changes of direction, and soon came to the front of the penalty area. This time, Per Mertesacker didn't shovel in a hurry, bent over, crossed his legs, and stared at the football under Zhuoyang's feet. Terrance is also not far behind Mertesacker's side, ready to defend at any time.

Zhuoyang swiped over the football with his foot, but Per Mertesacker didn't take a fake move, and swiped again, but Per was still not fooled. Suddenly, Zhuoyang dunked the ball to the left, causing Per Mertesacker's center of gravity to shift, and then swiped the ball to the right with the outside of his foot, and made another pass. No way, Per Mertesacker subconsciously tackled the ball with his legs, but Zhuoyang poked lightly with his toe in advance, passing Per Mertesacker's toe within a few millimeters. At this time, he only hated that his legs hadn't grown another ten centimeters.

Terrence, who was highly focused, kicked two steps, his 1.90-meter body soared into the air, with his left leg up and his right leg down, and he shoveled straight at the football.

Zhuoyang pulled the ball to an emergency stop, rubbed the bottom of the football with the toe of his right foot, and stepped on the turf with his left foot. The man and the football jumped up at the same time, and jumped directly over the body of Terence who was roaring.

At this time, it was near the penalty spot. Zhuoyang landed on his left foot, bent his right leg backwards, and kicked the football hard with his straight feet.

"Which one of you has the same problem now?" Zhuoyang was a little proud. It was the first time in his career that he scored a goal in a training match, and he had already seen the nervous eyes of the opponent's goalkeeper.

If the twice-cooked pork is not in your mouth, it is not yours! —— Zhuo Tongtong

Just when Zhuoyang was sure, there was a huge impact on his shoulder, and he was knocked three or four meters straight out of defense.

"What the hell did you see?" Zhuoyang rolled twice on the turf, and then he saw Duke Motley, the main force returning to the defense, pass the ball to Billy. Ralph.

Duke said to Zhuoyang who was lying on the ground: "Boy, don't be so crazy, you will suffer sometimes. Rookie!" The tone was extremely annoying and unfriendly.

Zhuoyang turned over and got up with a grunt, and replied without any disadvantage: "Duke, be careful not to let me shake your leg." run away.

Duke was so angry that his ass was smoking, and looking at Zhuoyang's back, he spat hard on the grass.

Zhuoyang was still spitting grass clippings while running, playing the playback in his mind, fully absorbing these failed experiences. However, at this time, the main team scored.

Just now Duke cut off Zhuoyang's ball and passed it to Billy, who then passed it to midfielder Nigel De Jong, and De Jong passed a long pass to left midfielder Ricardo Montolivo, Montolivo used the substitute team to push up the whole line and had no time to return to the defense. He went straight and scored a goal from the far corner of the penalty area.

After the re-kick-off, Zhuoyang became more active and kept reaching for the ball. After receiving a kick-off from the goalkeeper, Zhuoyang first got rid of Ricardo Montolivo, then waded through Nigel de Jong, and once again faced Per Mertesacker and Terrance defensive combination.

While slowly flicking the ball with his feet, Zhuoyang had already noticed that the full-backs were also closing in, intending to double-team him together. When the full-back was approaching, Zhuoyang flicked the ball, pretending to change direction outward, and before Per Mertesacker and Terrance had time to react, he swiped the football forward again, deftly He passed between the two central defenders, and at the moment when the two were about to close the door, Zhuo Yang had already squeezed past.

The front is wide open, and the goalkeeper is forced to attack. Zhuoyang caught up with the football and adjusted his pace. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Duke had rushed over aggressively.

"You still want to use that trick? You idiot!" Zhuoyang thought to himself. Just now, Duke suffered a dark loss, and this moment came at the right time.

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. This reasoning doesn't make sense to Zhuoyang, he usually reports it on the spot if he can.

Zhuoyang made an arc with his right foot, and the football flew past goalkeeper Clark Edmund's fingertips. When he was about to fly into the goal, Zhuoyang also stood still, his feet took root, and his right arm was clamped Physically, the elbows are slightly bent back.

The moment the football flew into the goal, Duke's impact also came with a bang.

Zhuoyang staggered, and after staggering, he took root and stood firm, but Duke Motley fell to the ground, curled up and howled like a pig.

His ribs hit Zhuoyang's elbow.

Zhuoyang stood there with an innocent and inexplicable face, all the talent points of the acting emperor were full.

On the sidelines, Klopp paid no attention to the howling Duke. He said to Woolf, the assistant coach next to him: "Edwin, do you understand? Zhuo has never received professional training or played regular games before. It is really unimaginable. His ball and sense of the ball are too good." , The combination of man and ball is so wonderful, I have never seen a little guy as skilled as him." Klopp looked excited, "Moreover, he has a super learning ability, after one failure, the second time It’s amazing how effectively you can avoid repeated failures.”

"However, he still has a lot of areas that need to be polished, such as he doesn't know how to cooperate, he is unwilling to participate in defense, and his shooting is not decisive enough. But, because of this, Zhuo Cai is worthy of our cultivation. He is a diamond that has not been polished at all. , so Zhuo’s future has infinite possibilities.” The stubble on Klopp’s face was trembling. "In short, I think we have found a treasure this time!"

Klopp also didn't notice Zhuoyang's tricks against Duke, neither did the entire training ground. Duke made a collision after Zhuoyang shot. This is a red card action in a regular game. It is completely redundant, and he hurt himself. What a stupid IQ it takes, so everyone sees Duke as a one-off Watch the idiot's eyes.

Duke, who felt ashamed himself, stopped howling. He was dragged behind the goal by the team doctor, and while spraying painkiller aerosol, he kept gasping, staring at Zhuoyang viciously. Duke himself didn't know what happened. Why did he suddenly lose his temper when he bumped into him?

Zhuoyang was not in the mood to talk to Duke at all, and was celebrating with his teammates on the bench. Zhuoyang was new here, and he didn't want to go too far, or if he made a little more trouble just now, and if he put more strength on his elbow, Duke's ribs would definitely be broken.

Klopp called captain Per Mertesacker to the sidelines and said something, Mertesacker kept nodding.

The game continues. Zhuoyang still kept asking for the ball, then caught the ball and made a breakthrough. But he found that the next game was obviously different from just now.

As soon as Zhuoyang took the ball, two opposing players rushed forward to defend at the same time, sometimes even three. When he tried his best to break through with great difficulty, he was once again entangled by two or three defensive players. The defensive strength and defensive skills of professional players are far from what their former wild ball opponents could match.

Although Zhuoyang still played with skills in all kinds of ways, arranging flowers and folding willows, which was really beautiful, but he kicked and kicked all the way, which made him very depressed.

Zhuoyang is amazing, but Zhuoyang is not a god!

It can be clearly seen from a distance that most of the teams on the main side are surrounding Zhuoyang in a very organized manner. After a wave of ups and downs, a wave rose again, and Zhuoyang fell into the vast ocean of the people's war. But Zhuoyang was in it, but he didn't know it.

This is what Klopp told captain Mertesacker just now. When the substitute team attacked, the main team let go of the others and surrounded Zhuoyang with all their strength. After breaking the ball. He quickly counterattacked and hit Zhuoyang behind him.

Klopp, who has been a professional player, knows that when dealing with geniuses, he should not just preach and reprimand, but let the geniuses discover problems by themselves.

At the end of the first half, Zhuoyang, who was so tired and out of breath, realized that the score was... 1:6!

"Fuck, what's going on?" Zhuoyang became even more depressed.

At this time, the substitute players looked at Zhuoyang with resentment and unkindness. Although there is a gap in ability with the main team, conceding six goals in the half is a bit too exaggerated. And these six balls were all lost because Zhuoyang's sticky ball was broken and the main team counterattacked.

But none of the players on the bench said anything. One is because the personal skills that Zhuoyang showed just now are like flowers and brocades, they are really incomparable, and they have never met before. Furthermore, Zhuoyang is a newcomer who has just arrived, unfamiliarity means unfamiliarity, and unfamiliarity means politeness. Everyone is still in the polite stage.

Zhuoyang sat alone in the rest area, panting heavily while drinking water. The scenes of the first half were replaying in his mind like a movie, and he wanted to figure out what happened.

The genius Zhuo Yang encountered a new problem. For him, football shouldn't be like this. The football that Zhuoyang encountered before almost all belonged to other people watching his performance, and they were just closer than the audience. At most, some disgruntled people mutter: It's almost done, kid. But so what if you don't feel angry? You can't beat me with a ball, and you can't beat me in a fight.

Geniuses love to be serious, and serious people are easy to get into a dead end. Zhuoyang is a bullfighter!

Klopp walked over slowly and sat beside Zhuoyang, smiling like an old fox with glasses.

"Zhuo, tell me, what did you think in the first half?"