I Just Can Score

Zhen Shaolong didn't even know how to play.

He fell asleep.

After waking up again, I heard Flor say to let me play, and when my mind was still a little dazed, I met a strange guy.

By now he finally reacted--

That is the legendary chairman of the club, Mr. Littman who has a long history of hobbies!

Zhen Shaolong shook his body in disgust, feeling uncomfortable all over. He does not discriminate against homosexuality, but he also holds the attitude of staying away as much as possible.

When he really stood on the field, Zhen Shaolong calmed down and had already stepped onto the field. Don't think that Bergman will forget himself, or other things, but let go of distracting thoughts and play the game seriously.

As for whether he will be selected for the first team, Zhen Shaolong also has some small expectations.

The so-called greater expectations, the greater the disappointment...

Since he got the golden finger and did many tasks of throwing his face on the street and stepping on his feet hard, Zhen Shaolong is used to thinking of the worst.

So he only thought about the advantages of the youth team: a group of familiar teammates, having time to exercise, gradually improving daily tasks, and seeing the beautiful Lisa occasionally...

cough cough.

The last is not the point.

"Zhen, catch the ball!" When Zhen Shaolong was still immersed in his own world, a shout brought him back to reality, Kruse passed the ball over, and seeing that he didn't seem to be paying attention, he immediately shouted a reminder.

Then, the ball was missed...

It was a very simple pass, the distance between Kruse and Zhen Shaolong was less than ten meters, there was no opposing player in between, and no one beside Zhen Shaolong.

But it was missed.

Seeing this scene, Flor covered his face in pain, as if he didn't want to admit that it was his player who made the mistake, and the others couldn't help laughing.

The same goes for the field.

The first-team midfielder Bruckner easily caught the ball and passed it to his teammates. He said with a smile, "That Asian kid who just played is really interesting. Is he really a youth team player?"

A teammate was running next to him, gossiping, "I know him, please-love Superman!"

"And a nickname?"

"Don't you know? Some time ago, every morning..."

Even on the playing field, gossip spreads very quickly.

Zhen Shaolong's face turned black.

He doesn't care about other people's gossip, but it's normal to miss the ball occasionally, right? Do you need to keep laughing?

"When there is a chance, I will show you what a real striker is!"

Zhen Shaolong galloped towards the front court.

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Zhen Shaolong wanted to use the "Killer" skill to teach the first team a lesson and help himself score a goal, but it was very difficult to do so.

After the main players were replaced by the first team, the suppression effect on the youth team was lost, but it was not easy for the youth team to attack.

The offense of the youth team basically relies on two people--

One is Kruse, who is very active on the wing, fast and flexible.

The other is Freiberg.

Freberg's cooperation is better, and his overall strength is strong. Because his teammates are worse, his performance is not as good as Kruse's.

But whether it is Kruse or Freberg, it is very difficult to send the ball to the penalty area, let alone the small penalty area.

That's delusional!

Zhen Shaolong played more than ten minutes without even touching the ball, completely reduced to a transparent person, without any contribution to offense and defense.

Bergman on the sidelines also noticed.

Zhen Shaolong made a deep impression on Bergman, so he also received attention after he played. Bergman observed for a while, and asked Flor doubtfully, "In youth team games, don't forwards need to participate in defense?" It means , the situation is so passive,

Zhen Shaolong shouldn't just stand in front.

Flor glanced at Litman and whispered, "He just joined the team and only played a few games. I didn't specifically ask him to withdraw."

Bergmann nodded.

This is a young man with little experience.

field.

Zhen Shaolong doesn't care about defending or not, he is very clear about his own strength: Leaving aside the system factors, his technical and physical comprehensive strength are all at the lower level in the youth team, and he cannot compare with the first team players at all.

If you want to perform well, you must rely on the system.

If you retreat to participate in defense, what is the difference from others?

Can you score?

Forwards, don't they exist just to score goals!

When all the players of the youth team, including the center Sakho, were retreating and solidly defending, only Zhen Shaolong stood in front, as if the goals of the youth team were tied to him alone.

He is a hero fighting alone!

Zhen Shaolong thought so, but he was the only one who thought so. The other youth team players were still complaining that he didn't come back to defend.

"Why is he still in front!"

"How passive the game is now! What use is he in the front!"

"I don't know what he's doing, just leave him alone!"

"..."

In an environment where he was not understood, Zhen Shaolong still insisted on his own way.

Finally, he saw an opportunity.

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This is a rare offense for youth teams.

Albrecht's long-range shot from the first team was not powerful enough. The football was hugged by the goalkeeper of the youth team, and then he drove the ball to the side with a big foot. Kruse grabbed the ball and took it forward quickly.

The youth team launched a counterattack!

The youth team had also launched several counterattacks before, all of which ended in failure, not even getting a normal shot.

Kruse learned his lesson and transferred the ball directly after passing the midfield.

Freeberg!

Freiberg successfully received the ball, and he even played tricks with his feet, shaking away the defender in front of him, and then saw Sakho who was unguarded...

He didn't pass the ball!

Sacco was stunned beside him.

"What is he doing!" Flor shouted angrily from the sidelines.

On the contrary, Bergman smiled indifferently, "It's normal for young people to have a desire to express themselves."

Freberg hoped to perform more, and naturally he had to work hard when he had the opportunity, so he continued to take two steps, and an opponent player rushed over.

Double-teaming!

Freberg regretted not passing the ball earlier. He couldn't continue to break forward, so he could only take a symbolic shot on the spot.

Thirty meters is considered a long-distance attack!

Freberg is a semi-technical midfielder, not the type whose thighs are thicker than the waist, and it is impossible to kick powerfully at 30 meters.

The football flew lightly towards the goal.

moment.

Zhen Shaolong activated "Prediction", and immediately judged that the football would be caught by the goalkeeper, and then... the goalkeeper let go!

Chance!

Zhen Shaolong's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the goal immediately.

at this time.

Everyone was paying attention to Freberg, watching the football in the air, and the targets to defend were also Sakho and Kruse. Almost no one noticed Zhen Shaolong who had been "in a state of disappearance for a long time".

The first-team goalkeeper, Henarev, caught the ball with both hands indifferently.

"It's a little slippery..." Henarev couldn't hold on to it, and the football fell in front of him.

He didn't care.

When he was about to bend down to pick up the ball, he realized that there was a dark shadow in front of him.

Before Honarev could react, the football disappeared in front of his eyes, and when he looked up again, he noticed that the youth team players on the opposite side were raising their hands and cheering--

"The ball went in!"

"It's Zhen! 1 to 0! We are ahead!"

"Oh my god! That's great!"

"..."

Henarev froze for a moment, then turned his head to see the football rolling inside the door, and the youth team players standing on one side with a smiling face. His self-esteem was immediately damaged by 9999+ points of critical damage.