I Just Can Score

Reimens flew into the air, and the football, one meter away from his stretched hands, rushed into the goal without hesitation.

At that moment, the surrounding stands became strangely quiet.

The fans in the auditorium all looked at the Spaniard's goal. Most of them had surprise expressions on their faces, and some even opened their mouths in surprise.

They can't believe it!

Scored a goal so quickly? Tied the score so quickly?

I was completely unprepared!

The Spaniard coach Ernesto Valverde stood up suddenly from his position, and the smile on his face turned serious in an instant.

Bergman was standing half turned around, and he was about to return to his seat, but his movements were suddenly frozen in place because of the goal on the field, and then the wrinkles on his face completely stretched out.

The referee's reaction was also very interesting. He was running forward and subconsciously judged that Zhen Shaolong would pass the ball, even if he dribbled the ball himself, there would be other changes. He didn't look at the goal at all.

Then--

"Attention, a goal!" The bottom line referee's reminder came from the headset, and the referee only raised his head, seeing the scene of Reimens making a save.

"Entered?"

"yes."

Under the repeated confirmation of the bottom line referee, the referee looked at it carefully for several times before he was really sure. He immediately blew his whistle to indicate that the goal was valid, and pointed his arm to the center of the field. How did it fly into the goal.

"Is it the number 13?" The referee made an analysis and judgment, "But I seemed to hear him shouting something just now. Didn't that remind the teammates to catch the ball?"

The referee's suspicious professional actions completely ignited the atmosphere of the stadium, and violent cheers erupted from the surrounding stands.

The German commentator shouted frantically, "World wave! World wave! The ball has gone in! Thirty meters! About thirty meters! Zhen Shaolong directly scored the ball!"

"The Spaniard scored a goal. Only one minute later, the game had just restarted, and Zhen Shaolong sent the ball into the goal!"

"This shot is so crisp! So precise! So beautiful!"

"Perfect!"

"That position,

long distance! Ordinary players will not choose to shoot, but Zhen Shaolong has always been special, others can't guess how he scored! "

"1 to 1!"

"It is worth mentioning that this is Zhen Shaolong's first real catch and shot! It is very beautiful! The Spaniards tried to block Zhen Shaolong's point through continuous close defense, but they chose to forget that a Bundesliga goal How terrifying is the shooter who can surpass Muller..."

"This is Zhen Shaolong!"

"If he had the slightest chance, he could put the ball in..."

Amidst the excited shouts of the German commentator, cheers and applause from the fans also came from the stands of the stadium.

St. Pauli fans are naturally going crazy for the goal. They all shouted the loudest possible, and everyone gave the most enthusiastic applause.

The Scottish fans, British fans and neutral fans who occupy the largest number also applauded the wonderful goal. Much higher than ordinary goals, they feel that the blood in their bodies has been activated.

The only downcast in the audience stands were the Spanish fans.

The mood of the Spanish fans has experienced ups and downs. Less than a minute ago, they were still cheering for the team's lead. They never thought that the opponent would be able to tie so soon.

One minute?

too fast?

Just now when the game restarted, the opponent sent the ball directly into the goal after only a few passes. The fans couldn't accept it.

field.

The Espanyol players also felt very upset. They hadn't enjoyed the feeling of leading, and the score was quickly tied, and the opponent scored such a wonderful world wave.

Tamudo hurriedly stood up and told his teammates what to do, "The coach has emphasized many times, we must keep an eye on that number 13!"

"He's too threatening!"

"Be sure to keep an eye on him and don't let him shoot! You can't even touch the ball!"

While shouting slogans, Tamudo also took aim at the midfielder Rufete. Just now Rufete went to mark Zhen Shaolong, but he was accelerated by the opponent and directly broke through. He didn't even have a little interference effect.

He is a little dissatisfied.

Rufet didn't even think about whose fault it was to concede the goal. He was discussing a question with his teammate, "Did you hear what he shouted just now?"

"I heard it!" Riera nodded quickly, "It's very loud."

Pandiani also said, "I heard it too. He seemed to yell twice. I don't know what it was. When he swung his foot to shoot, he also yelled a four-syllable word, but it must not be Spanish, and it shouldn't be." German, I don't know what he said!"

"That should be Chinese!"

"Yes, he is Chinese!" Rufete affirmed, and immediately asked Pandiani strangely, "Do you have the habit of shouting when you shoot?"

Pandiani immediately shook his head, "No way? No one will. You need to concentrate on shooting. It's not like you haven't shot before."

"Besides, shouting so loudly, I can only think of it as a reminder to my teammates, but he is shooting, doesn't it mean to remind the opponent?"

Several people couldn't figure it out.

They couldn't help but all looked at Zhen Shaolong, and some whispered, "What is he calling?"

"have no idea."

"Maybe swearing, but I don't understand. No one understands Chinese."

In the Spaniard's doubts, the game quickly restarted, and the Spaniard took advantage of the kick-off opportunity to launch an offensive towards St. Pauli.

The goal didn't affect their fighting spirit. The game lasted only ten minutes. It can be said that it had just begun. It was a bit depressing to be tied quickly, but they were just surprised. The kind of ball from 30 meters away didn't happen every time. can score.

That depends on impromptu performance, and there is also a lot of luck.

Not to mention that in an official game, even in training, it is very difficult to score an unobstructed shot from a distance of 30 meters.

The main thing is distance!

Thirty meters is too far!

At this distance, it is difficult for ordinary players to hit the goal, and the pursuit of angles mostly depends on luck.

So the goal was just an accident.

The Spaniards thought so from top to bottom. They continued to invest in the offense vigorously, continuously putting pressure on St. Pauli's backcourt, hoping to find an opportunity to lead the score again.

They did not neglect Zhen Shaolong's defense either.

Although the goal just now had a lot of "luck" in it, Zhen Shaolong's threat is worthy of recognition. This guy must defend with the most serious attitude, and he must not be careless.

The Spaniards are doing very well. Their overall skills and strength are much better than those of St. Pauli. Due to the factor of on-the-spot performance on the plane, St. Pauli played very passively for a while, and the backcourt defense has been in the stage of continuous filling for leaks for a long time. The field is not much better, Zhen Shaolong has been in a transparent state for a long time, and it is impossible to get the support of his teammates.

Zhen Shaolong is also a little helpless, football is a sport of eleven, the power of one person is too small, even if the skills are very bug...

I also have a chance!

If you stand in front, there will be nothing at all. Even if you receive the ball, you will be entangled by several opponents immediately, and it is impossible to find a chance.

Judging from the current game situation, it is not very reliable to rely on the support of teammates.

Zhen Shaolong hesitated for a moment, he decided to retreat a certain distance, and took the initiative to look for opportunities, not only looking for opportunities for himself, but also for his teammates.

Normally, he would not do this, but the effect of "Blessing of Glory" is not only reflected in the shooting, the first item of the "blessing" effect description is "to improve the accuracy of the next pass by 100%.

What is this concept?

"Golden Right Foot" is as powerful as it can be, and it is nothing more than that.

Within the reach of his strength, as long as it is a pass to his teammates, he can kick the ball wherever he wants.

After Zhen Shaolong retreated, he immediately confessed to Luz, "Go to the front, the front, I will pass the ball to you! Be careful not to go offside..."

Luz was stunned.

So touched!

Luz was all excited about "farmers living in thatched huts and not getting enough to eat, receiving condolences from the president of the country". The emotion in his heart made his eyes moist. In front of him was Zhen Shaolong who "never passed the ball". As long as he looks for opportunities for Zhen Shaolong, Zhen Shaolong rarely creates opportunities for him, and it is basically a "coincidence" that they appear occasionally, which are caused by some accidental factors, rather than Zhen Shaolong taking the initiative to do so.

Luz nodded with all his strength, and immediately rushed to the front frantically, his enthusiasm became very high.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

"As for?"

Zhen Shaolong shook his head incomprehensibly, and continued to stay in the midfield position.

Although Zhen Shaolong retreated to the midfield, he was not very active in the defense. The main reason was that he participated in the defense too little. He was able to defend occasionally during the game, and he simply stood still. The purpose was to save energy.

Many people's understanding is 'lazy'.

No matter how others understand it, Zhen Shaolong still does his own thing. He cherishes his physical fitness, and it is too wasteful to spend "half the effort" on defense. Let the professional teammates do the defense.

he.

Just wait for the opportunity!

St. Pauli finally controlled the ball and was ready to make a steady wave of advancement.

Only then did the Spaniards realize that Zhen Shaolong had retreated. Zhen Shaolong was standing in the middle of the formation, on the right side. People who didn’t know thought he was a central midfielder. The real central midfielder, Fabian Bol, quickly Run two steps forward to temporarily act as the second striker.

Zhen Shaolong's explanation to Boer was similar, "Go up, I will pass the ball to you."

There was ten thousand mistrust in Bole's eyes.

Zhen Shaolong?

"This guy is going to pass the ball to me?"

Unless it was a normal cooperation, he would definitely come when he found an opportunity. Boer felt that Zhen Shaolong was "shaking" himself, and the purpose was to let himself go forward and attract more attention from the defense.

"It's better to tell the truth!"

When Bor ran to the front, he shook his head helplessly.

The Spaniard's defense was a bit embarrassing. Their defense was mainly aimed at Zhen Shaolong, but Zhen Shaolong retreated too far. When St. Pauli attacked, the opponent's center was about to run into the penalty area, so he only stood in front of the center line.

"How to target this?" The Spaniard has no good solution, but the overall defensive mentality has also become relaxed, and the opponent's retreat may mean success.

Then Zhen Shaolong received the ball.

The position where Zhen Shaolong received the ball was on the right side. David Garcia on the wing gave up marking Kruse and turned to press Zhen Shaolong. When running forward, he also paid attention to Kruse's position to prevent two People play two over one and successfully throw themselves away.

Zhen Shaolong took the ball one step forward, then glanced in the direction of the goal.

"—?"

David Garcia didn't understand, but he also let out a long breath, because the opponent didn't pass to Kruse, he just needed to step forward and press.

Then David Garcia heard that the opponent suddenly shouted two wins at him--

"justice!"

"glory!"

David Garcia was terrified. Before he could react, the third angry shout appeared in his ears again, "I am invincible——"

He reacted a little slower when he was frightened by this sentence.

"Boom!"

Zhen Shaolong swung his right foot high, and directly behind the ball, the football soared into the sky, crossed a high arc, and the falling point was on the left side of the penalty area.

There is Luz!

Luz received Zhen Shaolong's reminder, and he never expected that the football would fly from behind and suddenly appear in the best position in front of him.

His reaction was a little slow.

As a result, the football was cleared out of the sideline by the opposing defender.

"Pity!"

The German commentator regretted this opportunity, "Zhen Shaolong's pass was very precise! A long pass directly found the penalty area, but Luz's reaction was too slow."

"This kind of ball should be matched with those top strikers, Luz..."

When the commentator felt sorry for Zhen Shaolong's exquisite long pass, he almost complained about "Lutz is too stupid".

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David Garcia is telling his teammates about his'new discovery', "Did you hear that? He shouted again! 'Do it, day?', I don't know what he shouted, I was taken aback just now ! But I finally know why!"

"Tell me!"

Several teammates listened energetically.

"He did it on purpose. He yelled in Chinese, so that we couldn't understand. We guessed here and there, and our attention was distracted. He actually used his yelling to attract more attention."

"See? He retreated. I guess he played not to score goals, but to attract more attention and give others a chance!"

"So let's just ignore him and just concentrate on defending. Don't pay attention to what he shouts!"

David Garcia explained seriously, and his tone was a little smug, as if he had seen through the essential mysteries of the universe.

Several other teammates nodded suspiciously.

What Garcia said made sense. The opponent did retreat, a very strange retreat. In their "research and analysis", the opponent was a player who "never retreated" and was always at the top of the formation.

But……

The opponent's pass is also very accurate!

I found the door directly just now, almost posing a direct threat!

How can this be explained?