Fox in the Penalty Area

Latest website: "... In yesterday's match against the Phoenicians at home by the Madrid Pirates 4:2, there was a heart-warming scene: Hu, who opened the scoring for the Pirates in the game, showed Maxi Carey's jersey to the camera after scoring a goal. In an interview after the game, he said that this was to wish Carey a speedy recovery and return to the team... His move also shattered rumors about the discord between him and Carey..."

With the commentary from the news announcer, it was the scene of yesterday's game.

After the goal, Hu Lai rushed to the bench, raised Carey's No. 10 jersey, and showed it to the camera lens. The other pirate ball players crowded around him, yelling at the camera lens together.

The scene was a little chaotic, but words like "come on" and "Maxi" could still be heard.

"What a nice guy..." His wife Sophia smiled and said while looking at the screen on the TV.

The husband next to him snorted.

The wife turned her head and asked, "Isn't it, dear? Have you thought that he would be the first person to give you a blessing?"

Carey continued to snorted: "Who can think of this?"

"So, I think you should treat him a little better? For example, pass the ball appropriately on the court?"

"Do you think I can still play like this?" Carey pointed to his left foot that had just undergone surgery and was still wrapped in plaster. It is being placed on a special rack to ensure that it is adequately protected from a sudden fall. And was hit hard.

"I didn't say now, what I said was after you got better."

"I'm talking about after the injury. Sophia, do you think I can...return to the court?"

"Why not?"

Sophia Carey looked at him and asked.

Maxi Carey met her gaze, but it didn't take long before he took the lead to look away: "Everyone knows that I can't go back to the past..."

"No one can go back to the past, Maxi." His wife's expression became serious. "I can't go back to the past...not to mention the past. I can't even go back yesterday, the last hour, and the last second. But. So what? You can’t play in the way you were used to before, don’t you know what to do?”

Facing his wife's question, Carey bowed his head and said nothing.

But Sophia didn't mean to let her husband go, but continued to ask: "I know you have lost speed, but can't you play football if you lose speed? Football is a sport that runs faster than anyone else. Don’t you still have the skills? Don’t you always say that your skills are the best in the world? Why do you lie to me? Actually, you have no confidence in the skills at your feet?"

She leaned in front of her husband, trying to see his eyes clearly. But Carey looked away from him.

Sophia slapped her husband's cheeks with both hands, straightened his head, and forced him to look at herself: "Look at my eyes, Maxi. The one who said,'The mountain is there', said,'I am Where are people like that?"

Carey didn't look at her, but dropped his eyelids and avoided.

Still silent.

The atmosphere between the husband and wife was a bit awkward for a while.

At this moment, the daughter in pajamas suddenly appeared at the door of the living room, pointing to Mom and Dad and shouting excitedly: "Are you going to kiss you!"

The sudden appearance of the baby broke the awkward atmosphere.

Sophia held her husband's face in her hands and kissed gently.

Then she got up and walked to her daughter, picked her up, and gave her a kiss: "Baby, why haven't you gone to bed?"

"Mom, I can't sleep..."

"Mom is with you."

The wife carried her daughter upstairs.

Maxi Carey sat on the sofa alone, silent.

His wife just asked a series of rhetorical questions, and he still doesn't know what to answer.

Fortunately, his daughter suddenly appeared and liberated him, otherwise he really didn't know how to face his wife's questions and eyes.

He still remembered that when he heard that Hu Lai was going to the team, he rushed to the head coach Parrotti to argue that the club did not trust him and had to spend 120 million to buy a striker.

Looking back now... the club was correct.

Hu Lai scored goals in all four games when he came to the Pirates and set a new record with seven goals in four games.

And if the club didn't buy Hulai at the beginning, then the injury of himself would make it difficult for the team to play this season.

Relying on DiKunzo alone, isn't it the same as last season?

The Italian's dribbling ability is outstanding, but the scoring ability is really average. Of course he scored two goals in this round of the league, which is not bad...but that's because the Phoenicians' defense is really not flattering-they have lost eleven goals in four league rounds!

So in fact, it’s not that the club doesn’t trust itself, but that they are not qualified to make the club trust...

He thought that a knee injury was his bad luck, and it was the lowest point of his career. But looking at it now, that knee injury was only the beginning of all his bad luck, and it was only the beginning of a fall into the deeper abyss.

Look at Hu Lai scoring seven goals in four consecutive games, and look at his left foot wrapped in plaster. What is he going to do to compete with others?

Maxi Carey only felt a deep weakness.

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"Seven goals in four games, Hu is killing him in Spain!"

A young man wearing a Ruhr Rhine sports jacket was lying on the bed, holding his phone directly above his face, and was reading the news headline on the phone.

"This Hu is really powerful, I saw it as early as last summer!"

After reading the title, the young man said with emotion.

Another young man sitting in a chair next to him and playing with his mobile phone said, "What's there to say? The whole world sees it, okay? He is a World Cup golden boot!"

Unexpectedly, the young man lying on the bed snorted and seemed to sneer: "What happened to the World Cup golden boots? Are there fewer short-lived World Cup golden boots? The best scorer in the World Cup is more by luck than strength. .Maybe you run into a big team in the group stage and you can happily check the statistics...I only confirmed that Hu is as good as the legend because of the International Champions Cup between us and Leeds."

"That game? Hu scored a goal in that game, and Leeds lost to us..."

"Yes, they lost to us. But their offensive opportunities in that game are still not many, so he can score."

"That was a mistake made by our own defense..."

"Yes, John. We made a mistake, but isn't it normal? Who can guarantee that a mistake will not be made in the 90 minutes of the game? But most of the mistakes will not be converted into lost goals at all, because the opposing forward is not that way. Strong opportunity to grasp the ability!"

The young people who were playing with mobile phones put down their phones and began to think about this issue seriously.

The young man lying on the bed continued: "Look at him going to the Pirates again. The Pirates midfield does not have a dedicated organizer, but through the two sides, especially the left side, Hu can still score so many goals... …He is amazingly efficient! And he rarely wastes opportunities..."

Having said that, the young man paused and asked, "John, do you think I will be as good as Hu in the future?"

John Setter sitting in a chair said to him: "Of course. And you will be stronger than him, because you are taller, stronger and faster than him. Most importantly, you are only seventeen years old, Yang Nas. I have never seen that seventeen-year-old with your physical fitness, so your achievements will only be higher than him."

Hearing his teammates complimenting himself vigorously, Yannas Edman happily jumped up from the bed, showing his strong and tall figure.

"Then make a promise," said Edman, who was already 1.88 meters tall at the age of seventeen. "As long as I can score a goal in the next game with the pirates, I will go to Hu to exchange jerseys!"

"Why do you have to score a goal before you exchange your jerseys?"

"Because that will make Hu more impressive. And I can introduce myself like this when swapping jerseys..." Edmond coughed, holding his throat, making his voice thicker, "'Hey, Hu, I Was the ball in the game beautiful? If it scared you, I'm sorry...'"

Then he turned his head and asked John Setter: "Do you think that is handsome?"

Seth sighed: "It's silly."

"Tsk!" Edman quickly cheered up again, "I can't wait to make the midweek Champions League game start right away! I heard that the atmosphere at the Pirates Park home court is very enthusiastic, I would like to see it, and our Valley Stadium. Compared to that, where can it be higher?"

There are many devil's home courts in European football, and almost every team will say that their home court is the most terrible.

However, there is a clear reference to the atmosphere of the home court that is known as "crazy", and there are not many stadiums that can stand up to this kind of evaluation.

One of them is the Pirate Park Stadium, the home of the Madrid Pirates, and the other is the Valley Stadium of Ruhr Rhein-knowledge point: The home stadium of the Turkish team cannot be described as "crazy", it has to be "hell". So when people discuss the atmosphere at home, they don't bring the Turkish team to play.

Closer to home, coincidentally, both teams have a large number of working-class fans.

Let alone the Madrid pirates, Dortmund, the city where Ruhr Rhein is located, was originally an important industrial city in the Ruhr Valley, where there are countless industrial workers.

Football is a sport of the working class and it is only natural that it is so popular in the city of Dortmund.

In addition, Ruhr Rhein's team is also like a working class, known for its passion in the Bundesliga. Their games are often very good-looking, but the results... are somewhat ups and downs.

And the rival blue and white Munich's peace and stability are completely two ways.

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"Every time I saw Edman dribbling the ball on the court at high speed, I thought I saw a heavy truck running wild..."

Let Ruhr Rhein assistant coach Moritz Ryden express such emotion~www.readwn.com~ It is Yannas Edman who rushed to the penalty area on the training ground.

Hearing his words, the next coach Leroy Kuhn laughed: "Ha! Very vivid metaphor."

As the two talked, the football was spread from the side.

"let me do it!!"

I heard a loud roar in front of the door, and Yannas Edman, who had finally arrived at full speed just now, leaped high. This is not just a heavy truck running at a high speed, but a heavy truck flying on the broken bridge. .

Then hit the football head-on!

Bang!

The football flew into the goal.

Kuhn slapped his face: "Okay! It looks like Edman is in good shape!"

(End of this chapter)