Golden Greenery

Not only were none of the young players who made big mistakes scolded, but none of them was replaced. They were each entrusted with important tasks by uncle Klopp.

"Salva, in the second half, you boldly push outside and leave the entire penalty area to the goalkeeper. If the forward comes up, you push it out. If the opponent counterattacks, you will be offside. Don't be afraid, there is Clark behind you." Salvatore Boche Ti nodded, and goalkeeper Clark Edmund also nodded. This arrangement was just what he wanted. Edmund's characteristic is his wide range of activities.

"Patrick, you play as a left winger. You decide whether to cut inside or go down. Get the ball and find the captain." Helmers nodded quickly.

"Tudou, in the second half, you play as the right winger, break through the bottom and then break through the bottom. Just do this well." Valbuena is actually not young anymore. He is one year older than Zhuo Yang. It's just that for a player like him who has extremely little experience in top leagues, the more monotonous the work on the field, the better. Doing only one thing can bring out all his strengths.

"Big Eyes, you go to the middle and play as an attacking midfielder, close the distance with Captain Zhuo, and listen to Captain Zhuo's instructions." Ozil nodded desperately with his big eyes bulging, looking a little scary.

"Zhuoyang, please change your position with your big eyes."

"Everyone, in the second half, we attacked the two wings. Our ball did not pass through the midfield. If we had the chance, we would hit Tudou and Patrick. If we didn't have the chance, we would go directly to Captain Zhuo Yang. The offense did not pass through the midfield, and the defense also blocked the opponent. Go to the side road."

"It's just three balls, Zhuo Yang, hit them back!"

"Yes-sir, just take a look!"

Uncle Zha ordered this and Zhuo Yang responded like this. No one felt inappropriate. It was a normal thing and a normal conversation.

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After the decoration was completed and the atmosphere was enlivened, the start time of the second half was approaching, and everyone in Madibao walked out in confusion. As soon as he walked out of the lounge door, Uncle Zha, who had sharp ears, heard someone in the corridor shouting excitedly and eccentrically: "Those idiots didn't expect us to beat 3:0, did they? Those idiots were crying in the locker room. Are you even more stupid?"

Uncle Zha immediately became angry. He also had a bad temper. He took two steps and saw the person. It turned out to be the chairman of Kaiserslautern Club, Jecki, who was talking nonsense. Klopp did not have the self-restraint of Manager Muller. When he saw the real owner, he immediately scolded him: "You are the idiot, go to hell!"

Yeji didn't expect that someone would hear the bad things he said behind his back, so he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but Uncle Zha's scolding made it difficult for such a big chairman to step down, so he said: "I conceded three in half a game, how could I be a fool?" What? Bilibili, Bilibili..." As naughty as Crayon Shin-chan.

"Can you say that again,

Believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart! "Uncle Zha rolled up his sleeves and raised his arms to slap someone.

Other Kaiserslautern staff hurriedly pulled Yeki out. Zhuo Yang and others also persuaded Uncle Zha: "Don't be impulsive, it's up to us."

"Chris, come on, come on." Zhuoyang called Preuss over.

‘Meat~~~pop! ! ’ Half a bottle of mineral water flew out of the crowd and hit Yeji on the back of the head.

"Who is it! Who is it!" Yeji rubbed his head and turned around, glaring at the crowd. The Madibao people collectively spread their hands, shrugged their shoulders, and frowned. Not daring to rush towards a group of rough guys, Yeji could only be pulled out by the staff.

Zhuoyang secretly handed Preuss half a bottle of water.

‘Meat~~~~~~~哐! ! ’ They all walked out of the passage, and Yeji couldn’t escape and got hit again. "Whoa, who?"

The Madibao people laughed collectively, and Uncle Zha also bent over with laughter. Before the age of fourteen, Preuss was a very promising and talented youth baseball pitcher.

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Yeki was so angry in the stands that his nose was on fire, and Madibao launched a counterattack on the court.

Kaiserslautern coach Genk only took over the team in the summer. He is not a very good coach. He is mediocre and can maintain results, but he cannot turn the tide and make great progress. But he knew it was safe, and that was enough.

Any fool will know that Madibao will fight back desperately in the second half, and any fool will know that they should play defensive counterattack. Genk asked Kaiserslautern to retreat and defend. Except for forward Sanogo who was roaming in the frontcourt, even the once great killer Yankel was replaced. Everyone formed a dragnet within the 40-meter area.

After all, it is a first-class team, and Madibao will really not be able to defeat such an opponent who is so determined to defend for a while. But God always favors the brave, and in the end it was Uncle Zha's tactical arrangements that paid off.

The little potato Valbuena is crazy about getting the ball. He is fast and short. He is not like a potato at all, but like a mouse stealing potatoes. He is very lively scurrying around the wing. The first time Dou slipped to the bottom line, his eyes were full of legs, and he was worried that he had no place to throw the ball, when he heard Zhuoyang calling from behind: Come back!

The mouse didn't even raise his head, and directly swiped the potato to the captain who was knocking on the side. Zhuoyang cut through Engelhardt and then knocked it to Ozil. At this time, Ozil's talent in organizing offense was revealed. Instead of pushing it back to Zhuoyang who was advancing into the penalty area, he stuffed the ball back to the little potato on the wing. This treatment made Zhuo Yang secretly say: Wonderful!

Most of the Kaiserslautern team thought that Ozil would pass to Zhuoyang, and the center of gravity of the entire defense line naturally moved. When he gave the ball to the wing, the defenders hurriedly adjusted. When the foothold was not stable, Valbuena's pass returned to the penalty area. This time, it was Zhuo Yang who was looking for him.

Let these two smart guys mobilize repeatedly, and when Zhuo Yang jumps to head the ball towards the top, there is only Wenzel next to him. To be honest, Wenzel was good in the past, but now he is just a second-level defender. Zhuoyang is already in the air, and he is still looking for a place to play football.

At 1:3, Madibao struggled to regain a point. But at this time, coach Genk made a mistake, allowing Madibao to find a chance to clear the clouds and see the sun.

He removed a midfielder and replaced him with a defender, replacing the core midfielder Engelhardt with Brazilian Plechi.

Stability sometimes means conservatism. Genk was a little afraid of Zhuoyang's invincible reputation. He only thought about how to keep these three points, but not how to fight for these three points.

Originally, Madibao had one less player, so no matter how he attacked, he had to take care of his own back. It was inevitable to be entangled in front and back, which resulted in lingering fears in the frontcourt. Although they looked vigorous, they did not create many absolute opportunities. But with Mr. Genk's adjustment, Keizer's midfielders and Madiburg's midfielders have equal numbers. When returning to defense, Madiburg is not afraid of the opponent's counterattack, man-marking. In terms of speed, the young masters are a head above them.

With the addition of a defender, Zhuo Yang didn't care at all. He just kept pressing and hitting hard without any distractions. There is no turtle shell in the world that I can't break open.