I Just Can Score

The players who saw the goal on the field were shocked.

The fans in the surrounding stands were shocked.

Even the baseline referee, who was watching the goal from a close distance, opened his mouth in surprise, and kept holding the flag for a long time before he remembered to remind the referee—

"Goal!"

"God, this ball...goed in!"

The referee hurriedly signaled that the goal was valid, and immediately asked through the headset, "How did you score? I didn't see it clearly."

"The back heel! Just kicked and spun! I saw the football roll towards the goal, and then it just turned into it..."

"No other actions?"

"Sorry!" The bottom line referee was very angry when his professionalism was questioned, "I can see clearly!"

The dialogue of the referee team did not affect the shock of the outside world.

The game commentator couldn't react quickly because from the angle of the camera, the players in the penalty area blocked his view and couldn't see the moment when the football went in. However, the referee's action still made him react, "The ball went in?"

There was surprise in his voice.

It wasn't until it was certain that the football was stuck on the side net that the commentator shouted, "That's right, the goal was scored!"

"This goal..."

He couldn't judge, and he didn't know whether he saw all of them, "Let's take a look at the slow motion."

Slow motion from several angles, you can see clearly, Duff pushes the ball horizontally along the baseline, Zhen Shaolong rushes over immediately, kicks hard with his heel, the football suddenly rotates slightly, and successfully rolls past the goalkeeper At Cech's feet, he almost got into the goal against the goal post.

The fans in front of the TV were stunned.

After watching it three times in a row, the commentator seemed to remember something, and he immediately pretended to be an 'expert', "Oh! It's this goal! Zhen Shaolong's iconic goal, heel spin!"

"This is not the first time. He has scored similar goals in previous games, and there are more than one." He knows something like, "Yeah, the back heel spin, he's good at it, and it's going to surprise the opponent,

I can't react at all! "

"This is a very creative goal, a stunt that only Zhen Shaolong can kick! Maybe we should give it a name, called..."

"Zhen's back heel?"

"Zhen-style arc..."

"Sorry, I'm not very good at picking names, everyone should think about it together..."

The fans in front of the TV are indeed discussing enthusiastically.

Newcastle fans are better. Zhen Shaolong is the leading striker of Newcastle United. There must be many admirers for such a good performance. Many Newcastle fans have carefully watched the collection of Zhen Shaolong's goals. The classic back-heel goal will naturally be included Among them, I have seen similar shots, and I will not be too excited to see them again.

Chelsea fans are different.

Even though Zhen Shaolong scored an astonishing number of goals, most of them only heard the name and didn't know how good Zhen Shaolong was, and most of them didn't study it carefully, and it was the first time they saw the arc completed by the back heel.

They couldn't close their shocked mouths, and their attention immediately turned to Zhen Shaolong in the field.

Zhen Shaolong didn't show too much excitement, he just waved his hand symbolically, then hugged Duff and thanked him for passing the ball.

Then, no more.

Then he slowly walked towards the backcourt, and the celebration ended here, as if it wasn't him who scored the goal at all, and he didn't have any excitement about scoring a classic goal.

The teammates next to him were more excited than him, they walked beside Zhen Shaolong, chattering constantly, obviously very excited too.

Of these Duff is the most excited!

Damien Duff, a veteran star in the Premier League, former Chelsea's main full-back, performed very well when he played under Mourinho. He and Robben formed a "two wings" and rotated left and right. Played the most flexible wing.

Duff considers himself to be experienced and well-informed, but the goal in front of him is like a dream. He decided to cooperate with him because Zhen Shaolong scored many goals and had authority. He didn't understand that kind of cooperation at all, and he didn't feel What effect can it have.

But……

Go in?

Curve with your heel and send the ball straight into the goal!

Duff couldn't believe it, and felt that it was like a dream. He kept saying to others, "When I pass the ball, I don't know what to do! But Zhen asked me to play like this, and I agreed."

"I didn't expect... Zhen! It's so powerful, this move is... sorry, I really can't find an adjective, it's very powerful, very powerful!"

Duff was so excited that he couldn't speak well.

"It's nothing." Zhen Shaolong acted very indifferently, "It's just a goal, an ordinary goal." He was really not very excited, because it was just a goal under the effect of "Must Kill", not because of his own outstanding performance, as if Playing a game, holding a full-level magic sword, and killing a level-1 soldier with one sword, is there any big deal?

The weapon is fine!

Now that his skills are strong, he can't explain the situation, and he just smiles lightly, showing that he doesn't care very much, but it doesn't affect other people's concern.

For example, Pizarro.

After Zhen Shaolong scored the goal, he kept talking to Drogba, "Did you see it? That ball just now! The arc of the heel! I practiced the heel, and I learned it from Zhen, but we (Bayern) played against St. Pauli , His goal was simply amazing!"

"Back heel, kick, the football spins and rushes into the goal!"

"I was stunned!"

"So I made up my mind to learn this trick. Unfortunately, the time is still very short. During the holidays, I went to Shaolin Temple, oh, it's China. I went there to learn Chinese Kungfu..."

Pizarro talked a lot, and Drogba's head hurt a little. He couldn't help but interrupted, "I know you practiced your heels, but I don't care about it, and I didn't see the goal clearly. .”

Standing near the center line, Drogba must not be able to see anything.

He continued, "I am very interested in the Chinese Kung Fu you mentioned, have you learned it yet?"

"Of course!" Pizarro was very confident.

"What kind?"

Pizarro squatted in a standard horse stance, judging from his movements, he knew that he had done hard work.

Drogba watched for a long time, then asked in a daze, "And then?"

"You don't understand this!" Pizarro turned into a master who became unfathomable, "Chinese Kung Fu is ever-changing, there are various schools and various moves, but the horse stance is the most basic among them. I learned it in China. After a month of horse gait, the lower body becomes very stable, try it if you don’t believe me, I promise you won’t be able to drag me.” He was referring to the lower body, which is the legs.

Drogba couldn't understand such a profound meaning, he pointed his big hand at Pizarro's face, and pushed hard from the front.

Pizarro backed up several steps, stumbled and almost fell to the ground, and then said angrily, "I'm talking about the bottom! The bottom! Who told you to push my head."

"..."

Drogba felt a little helpless.

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The game restarted.

Drogba stood in the middle circle for the fourth time, looking at Newcastle United on the opposite side, especially Zhen Shaolong at the front, with a somewhat helpless expression.

In fact, he was the one who didn't feel the most. Even if he participated in the defense, he couldn't defend the last point at all, but the opponent could score two goals in halftime...

No.

three.

According to teammates, the first ball was deliberately given to Gremi.

Ok.

No matter how many goals he scored, he was very good anyway, much better than himself, no wonder he scored so many goals in the league.

But how to play the game?

They fell behind by two goals before halftime. It is hard to say whether the defense can restrain the opponent. If they give the opponent a chance, they will definitely score.

what to do?

Drogba's heart was full of helplessness, and when he saw Pizarro next to him, fawning and asking for advice, he felt even more helpless.

The thoughts of the others were similar to Drogba's. They were a little disappointed and worried about the game, but at home they still cheered up and prepared to continue to fight hard. Many players also looked to the sidelines--

Coach Grant.

Grant has no authority at all. He can be said to be "cross-qualification" in coaching Chelsea. When he first took office, few players cared about him. The merits, such as his understanding of professional football, his grasp of the overall situation, and so on.

What many players care more about is that Grant is not a coach who emphasizes defense so much. He prefers to emphasize offense and win with goals.

If Grant is allowed to build a team, I believe it will be like Arsenal and Tottenham, a team that is extremely focused on offense. It is a pity that he coaches Chelsea. With a large-scale change of blood, it is impossible to change the style, otherwise most players will not adapt.

There is no player who doesn't like to attack. Even defenders want their own offensive to be fierce, because football is a sport that is judged by goals.

Chelsea players like Grant very much, and they also feel that Grant has coached and played the team's offensive ability.

Although most of the key games were lost in the first half of the schedule, there are still many players who support Grant from the bottom of their hearts.

When the team encounters difficulties and falls behind by two goals at halftime, they also hope that Grant can stand up.

certainly.

The first half was impossible.

Chelsea took advantage of the last minute to launch consecutive halftime attacks against Newcastle United, but perhaps due to low morale, the continuous onslaught did not have a good chance. In the offensive and defensive drills like halftime, time was exhausted little by little.

At the end of the first half, the score was still 1-3.

The two sides entered the locker room to rest.

Chelsea are two goals behind and morale is relatively low.

There was hardly anyone in the room talking.

Grant thought about it and pushed open the door. He stood in the middle and looked at each player. He breathed out several times without opening his mouth, as if he had made a very important decision, and finally said loudly, "I believe that our team There is nothing wrong with the law!"

"In the second half, keep playing like this!"

"They can't keep the goal, all we have to do is score more goals than them!"