Golden Greenery

Facing Klopp's question, Zhuoyang was a little depressed.

"Sir, I don't know what to do. There are always endless defenders, and I even feel that there are a hundred people on the other side." Zhuoyang likes to communicate with people, especially when encountering problems. "If I improve my skills and improve my prediction, I should be able to score one or two goals. However, it is a bit unrealistic to catch up to six goals. And I can't guarantee that our side will not lose goals. "

"Zhuo, your personal skills have surpassed most of the professional players. Compared with those top stars, you are not bad at all. In terms of skills, all you need to do is to be familiar with professional football confrontations. However, football is very important. You can't do all the work alone." Klopp's head is shining with a halo of wisdom, and the angel is in the world.

"Even the top players like Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, even Maradona, can't win the game by themselves. They can't even handle even a middle school team by themselves."

"What you are facing now is only the youth players of the German fifth tier league. In the future, you will meet the German Bundesliga teams, and maybe the top teams in Europe. Those giants, those first-class superstars, their defensive ability And the level of defense, as well as the organization of the defense, will be more difficult than you can imagine. Zhuo, football is not a one-person sport!"

"Zhuo, you have to trust your teammates, you have to learn to cooperate with your teammates!"

"Zhuo, you need to pass the ball!"

In folk wildball games, except for monsters like Zhuoyang, everyone's level is not too different. Basically, they all belong to the realm of rushing with the ball and chasing after losing the ball, and they rarely cooperate. If a team can turn the ball upside down a little bit, that's enough to kill the Quartet in the field of baseball. A character like Zhuoyang who stands out from the crowd and has a flagpole stuck in a pile of chopsticks can completely decide the winner or loser of the game based on his personal skills. Therefore, the previous Zhuoyang did not have the necessity and motivation to pass the ball and cooperate.

Zhuoyang sat quietly on a row of chairs, with his hands on his chin, watching the second half of the game on the training ground. Klopp asked him to think aside first, and then play after he figured it out.

With Zhuoyang not on the field, both sides breathed a sigh of relief, and the substitute side no longer worried about making useless moves. In the first half, as long as the ball reaches Zhuoyang's feet, it's like kicking into the vortex of the sea. It will never pass out again, even if you run out of the best open space, he will not see it. Although the main force defended Zhuoyang to death, whoever defended would know, it took a lot of effort, it was like being abused.

On the court, the two sides came and went, the fight was very lively, and the pass and cut cooperated well. Especially the main team, under the command and dispatch of the captain Per Mertesacker and the little fat Bastian Schweinsteiger, completely suppressed the substitute side. In just half an hour, the main team scored two more goals, scored by Nicole de Jong and Bastian Schweinsteiger.

"Sir, I think I can play." Zhuoyang said it as a matter of course, and Klopp's answer was also decisive.

"You go to the main team!" Immediately stopped the game and replaced!

After being tricked by Zhuoyang in the first half, Duke didn't recover. There was a bruise near his ribs, and it still hurts to move around a little. Klopp simply let him rest and was replaced by Marcus Carlisle. Klopp beckoned and Marcus Carlisle was replaced again, but Marcus didn't show any frustration on his face.

Marcus didn't care about putting on and off this kind of almost humiliating substitution. He knew that he was also a marginal figure in the youth team. Marcus Carlisle is a very mediocre player. He is almost twenty years old this year and has no hope of being promoted to the first team. He has three months left on his contract, and if there is no chance to play in a lower league before the contract expires, Marcus Carlisle plans to go home and drive a taxi.

Professional football is an industry with a very high elimination rate.

Many players have received long-term training since they were young, and have no chance to receive formal school education. The only persistence is to become a professional league signing player. However, as the pyramid goes up, the road gets narrower, and along the way, people are constantly being eliminated like falling leaves. Most of these people lost the opportunity to enter school again to receive systematic education, and can only do some blue-collar jobs, and only when they wake up in the middle of the night Only then do I occasionally think of my childhood dreams.

Pull away, pull away.

Just as Zhuoyang was about to run into the field, Klopp grabbed him. "There is only one request." The coach stretched out a finger, looking a bit muttering: "After you go up, you are not allowed to pass people. Zhuo, you can only pass the ball, can you do it?"

"Yes, sir. As you wish." Zhuoyang gave an affirmative answer. When he ran into the arena, he didn't notice that Duke sitting on the sideline behind him had his eyes wide open, staring at him viciously while taking deep breaths. There is no way, the grandson's anger just now is not going well.

"Thank God, I finally don't have to defend you." Captain Per Mertesacker greeted Zhuoyang with a smile, Zhuoyang rolled his eyes, raised his arms high, and pointed at the little fat Basty Ann Schweinsteiger shouted, "Bastian, here here."

Bastian Schweinsteiger turned the football back, dodged the pressing opponent, flicked the outside instep, and the football flew towards Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang stopped the ball with his left foot, picked up the ball with his right foot, and strode towards the frontcourt. Looking at this posture, everyone thought that he had started the heads-up mode again.

Zhuoyang dribbled the ball forward quickly. Just after halftime, two defenders surrounded him. As soon as the general approached, Zhuoyang turned around and passed the ball back to the little fat Bastian Schweinsteiger.

"What does this mean?" The two people who rushed forward were confused. They just learned the tricks that the main team used to deal with Zhuoyang in the first half. They didn't expect that the style of painting would change just after the start?

When Schweinsteiger received Zhuoyang's pass, he was also stunned for a moment, and then immediately distributed the ball to the left, because all the center of gravity of the substitute team was on Zhuoyang's side on the right, making the left road look like an open space Hulun Buir Grassland.

After the left midfielder Ricardo Montolivo got the ball, there were no defenders within ten meters around him. He took the football to the top of the arc in a leisurely manner, and before the defender pressed up, he made a through pass easily and comfortably. The striker Franck Ribery made a diagonal thrust, took advantage of the opportunity to draw a close corner, and the football hit the net.

It's that simple.

After the goal, the players on the substitute team were still wondering, "What's wrong with this?"

The players of the main team had a small celebration together, and Nigel de Jong said to Zhuoyang: "Zhuo, I thought you were going to break through? When you passed to Bastian, he was almost an idiot. "

The little fat Bastian Schweinsteiger nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes!"

Captain Per Mertesacker said: "It's not just Bastian who is an idiot, I think everyone on the other side is an idiot."

The little fat Bastian Schweinsteiger nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes!"

Franck Ribery, who scored the goal, said: "It was as easy as an idiot to score."

The little fat Bastian Schweinsteiger nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes!"

Zhuoyang: "..."

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In the next game, Zhuoyang kept passing and running in the spirit of never surpassing others, and everything was for the passing of the ball. He took two steps to catch the ball, and passed it out when there was a gap. Slowly, his passing became more and more stylish, and the amount of advance he gave the ball became more and more accurate. The teammates are also willing to pass the ball to him non-stop, because Zhuoyang's personal skills ensure that he will never lose the ball easily.

Klopp on the sidelines pursed his lips and sniggered, his ears twitching.

At the end of the training game, after a while of relaxation exercises, Jurgen Klopp summed up a few more words, and today's training is over.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Zhuoyang said goodbye to his teammates, put on his 'Boom' and was about to set off. Someone shouted from behind: "Zhuo, take it with you."

Zhuoyang pondered: I didn't pull anything down? What to bring? Looking again, the little fat Bastian Schweinsteiger came trotting all the way.

"Zhuo, you knew when I came here just now, didn't my car break down? You know, you have a super personality. I've never ridden it before. You know. Take it, take it with me. "Bastian Schweinsteiger is fluent in this long series of words.

i know what i am. Zhuoyang thought to himself: You are quite rude.

"Then let's go. Say yes, help yourself, and I have nothing to do with half a euro if you fall." Zhuoyang actually likes the character of Bastian Schweinsteiger.

"Wow, your stuff is really cool, you know." Bastian Schweinsteiger hopped into the backseat. "Is everyone who makes music this cool?"

Some people are born with a temperament, whether it is really low-key or fake poor, you cannot underestimate it. Even if this kind of person grabs a beggar, no one dares to throw him a penny.

The bicycle jingled and swayed forward, accompanied by Bastian Schweinsteiger's non-stop "you know" and the sound of the canal water gently hitting the river bank.

Fatty Bastian Schweinsteiger is not actually fat, but his face is a bit fat and round, but his body is well-proportioned and standard. Because his surname 'Schweinsteiger' is too long, people call him 'Schwein' for short, and 'Schwein' means little pig in German, plus his round, chubby face , Therefore, teammates like to call him 'Little Pig'.

Zhuoyang threw the piggy Bastian Schweinsteiger at the gate of the Music University, let him call a taxi, and went to the practice room by himself.

After playing all the sectional exercises and a few more difficult etudes, it was completely dark, and Zhuoyang ended today's piano lesson.

In China, there is a snack street at the gate of every university. Not in Germany, where once it gets dark, there are almost no people outside, but there are a few bars on campus, and they are open for a long time. Zhuoyang came to the bar, ordered a steak casually, devoured it thoroughly, then ordered a glass of beer, sat in front of the bar and sipped slowly, and began to replay the training this afternoon in his mind.

"Hi~" Qingrou Manmo, the voice sounds like a beauty.

Zhuoyang pulled out from his contemplation and looked up. Beauty, beauty, absolute beauty!

"Hi, Miss Resakova, good evening."

The beauty tilted her head and smiled curiously: "You know me?"

"I think, at the Hannover University of Music, there are probably not many people who don't know the beautiful Miss Resakova. Obviously, that doesn't include me." Zhuoyang flattered the beauty and learned without a teacher.

"It's not fair." Resakova pouted mischievously: "I don't know your name yet."

"Let me introduce you formally. Zhuoyang, you can call me Zhuo, from China, majoring in piano." Zhuoyang extended his hand friendly.

"Edith Antoinette Rissakova, my friends call me Raisa. Ukrainian, classical music." Hands clasped lightly.

Resakova is a beauty above average. The crooked eyes are clear and clear, and the eyeballs are like a light blue moon. Under the round cheekbones, a shallow smile groove connects the corners of the mouth. The lower lip is moist and playful, and the upper lip is thin and delicate. Her short shoulder-length blonde hair was brushed back, exposing a creamy forehead.

Shrugging the chest and slender waist, raising the buttocks and trimming the legs. A stunner, a natural stunner, the nemesis of men, and the enemy of women.

"I'm curious. There are very few Orientals in Hannover, and even fewer Chinese. Zhuo, can you tell me something about China?" Ying said softly and lazily.

A smart woman always looks very curious, and uses her curiosity to trigger men to show off endlessly, satisfying the man's self-esteem and desire to show off, thus subconsciously producing psychological obedience to curious women.

Only stupid women who think they are smart will compete with men in words, always trying to dominate the rhythm and topic of conversation.

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After returning to the dormitory, Zhuoyang's mood was like a hummingbird flying in the mountains in summer, full of joy and happiness. When we parted at the bar, the kiss that Resakova left on his cheek seemed to still feel the softness.

Resakova is 22 years old and has been studying at the Hannover University of Music for two years. She loves classical music very much. Resakova is full of youthful vigor, her appearance is sexy and hot yet noble and elegant, her figure is tall but she looks coquettish and weak.

Resakova is also full of love for life.

She loves fitness, travel, music, clothes, fashion, and novelty.

I love collecting men!

She is keen to collect men of different nationalities, races, and skin colors. Resakova will try to collect all the different types of men she meets into her bed. Of course, this man must first be young, tall, handsome and full of charm, so that she has the desire to collect and conquer. And the slightly young Chinese, the yellow-skinned Zhuoyang, is her latest prey. In this regard, Resakova has extreme confidence.

And Zhuoyang is not unaware of this, but after all, he has only been in Hannover for a short time, and he has heard from Mark that Resakova has many boyfriends, that's all. Besides, no matter what, chatting with beautiful women is always a pleasure.

This is a world of faces!

The happy Zhuoyang fell into a sweet dream. In the dream, he was chasing a beautiful girl in the form of King Kong on Skull Island.