The Dragon Country's live broadcast room was much quieter than before!
- This is... What did the ball say?
- I don't understand! Ye Lingfeng's physical fitness didn't seem like an Asian at all!
- He actually scored under Nacho's defense? That was the main center back of the Spanish National Youth Team!
- Heh, heh heh…
- I'm starting to suspect that Ye Lingfeng's case might have something to do with it! How could the national football team fire such a player?!
...。
Ma Fanshu covered her mouth in surprise as she stood in the reporters 'booth.
His heart was already in turmoil!
"After the competition, we must give Ye Lingfeng an exclusive interview!”
"It's a disaster for the Dragon Country to lose such a player!”
...
The Barcelona B players returned to their own half.
Cheers and laughter!
After all, it had been a long time since they had enjoyed this feeling…
Although it was an away game, they could feel the praise and cheers from the audience!
Especially since it was the famous Stade di Stefano!
Real Madrid, Castiglia's hometown!
Even if it was just to equalize the score.
But it was enough for the fans to cheer.
They had not won the national derby for two seasons…
There might be hope today!
Ye Lingfeng once again wandered around the center circle.
On the other side of the center line, the gazes that were cast over suddenly changed!
Isco, whose return pass had been intercepted not long ago, stared over with some resentment.
Ye Lingfeng smiled and looked at him calmly.
Isco!
He could be considered a celebrity for Real Madrid and the Spanish national team in the future.
The only flaw was that his body was too thin!
"Alvaro, learn how to shoot.”
Hesse looked at Ye Lingfeng.
Then, he curled his lips sourly and said sarcastically to Morata beside him.
Alvaro Morata rolled his eyes."Isn't it just a goal? I'll bomb Barcelona's penalty area with a header later!”
"As long as you don't shoot with your feet, I'm not surprised if you score with your butt!"”
...
"Beep!"
A moment later.
The referee blew the whistle again!
In less than twenty minutes, two goals had been scored on the field!
The score had also reached a stalemate of 1-1!
"Bang!"
Morata opened the middle circle and knocked the ball to Hesse behind him.
Castiya's attack appeared once again!
Hesse took the ball forward!
Isco and Chelishev protected him on both sides!
Morata's huge body could not wait to dive into the Barcelona B team's rear defensive line!
"Don't be careless! Pay attention to defense!"
On the sidelines, Zakristan shouted at his players.
Ye Lingfeng's goal gave him some reassurance!
The current Sacristan was extremely glad.
It was the wisest choice he had made this year to promote this powerful Asian center forward to Barcelona's B team!
"Hesse dribbles the ball forward again! He was Castiya's stabilizing pillar!”
"As a Spanish player, Quintilla was passed by Hesse in one step!”
"See what Morata is doing? He was raising his hand for the ball. His position was not bad! Will his teammates pass it to him?"
...
On the court.
Hesse displayed his exquisite footwork!
After messing up the Barcelona B team's midfield.
He decisively diverted the ball to the flanks!
The position of the flank.
Lucas Vazquez was running!
He was one of the cornerstone of Real Madrid's future!
A winger who could make a cameo as a fullback!
On the same side, Barcelona's B team fullback, Planas, was clearly unable to keep up with Vazquez's pace and speed!
However, the young players from La Masia were more particular about teamwork!
The defensive midfielder, who had just been sent flying by Hesse, came over in time to help defend!
With the two of them surrounding him, Vazquez did not find any space to break through.
Helplessly, he knocked the ball back to Hesse, who was behind him!
Handing the ball to Hesse was the usual practice of the young Castians when they encountered difficulties!
"Canpins! Get back to your position!"
Zakristan roared from the sidelines!
He saw that damned Campins was in a position of loss again!
Campins was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to retreat.
It was his characteristic to be anxious and rash!
This characteristic also made him suffer a lot!
Serjo Ramos also liked to advance rashly.
However, he did not have Ramos's superb sense of defense!
"Hesse! Look at me!"
Near the penalty area, there was suddenly a sound of someone asking for the ball!
Without Campins 'help to defend him.
Morata easily leaned against the thin defender Sergi with his huge body.
It was creeping towards the Barcelona B team's penalty area!
Hesse's eyes twitched.
To be honest, he did not want to pass the ball…
But this guy's position was indeed very good!
"Sh * t!"
In a split second, Hesse cursed and his foot hit the side of the football!
The outer instep of his foot made an arc and stuffed the ball out!
It was the beginning of the first spring of Hesse Rodriguez's career, and all his skills were impeccable!
This kick was aimed straight at the back of his foot, and it just happened to circle around Campins, who was chasing after him.
He went around to Morata!
The advance of the pass was comfortable!
This was the center forward's favorite pass!
At this moment, Ye Lingfeng, who was in the middle of Real Madrid's backfield, was also stunned.
This year's Hesse was indeed outstanding!
According to his memory, this player was a typical high start and low start. From the highly acclaimed " New C Ronaldo " to the Wanderers Ligue 1, it only took him three seasons!
But no matter what, it could not be denied that this guy was indeed outstanding enough!
- I'm wet from the pass! Was this the power of the new Cristiano Ronaldo?
- This is a game that even grannies can enter the series! Did Morata lose his kick again?
- Hahaha, Morata's shot has unlimited possibilities!
...
Morata didn't disappoint everyone.
Beside him, the short defender Sergi did not have any effect on his receiving the ball.
The 1.73-meter-tall fullback looked especially short in front of the 1.9-meter-tall Morata!
After receiving Hesse's pass without any pressure, Morata dribbled the ball into the penalty area.
It formed a single blade!
In front of the goal, the Barcelona B goalkeeper, Banius, did not choose to attack!
Morata's expression was fiery!
"Bang!"
As soon as he took a step into the penalty area, he chose to shoot furiously!
The football was blasted with a great force!
It didn't draw any arcs!
Bang!
After a dull thud.
Everyone fell silent…
The football hit the crossbar above Banius 'head with great force!
"Mo! Pull! Tower!"
A scream came from the stadium box.
Lobeteji held his head and looked like he had nothing to live for.
"See, this is what I wanted to say! Morata was a double-legged monster! Both feet were balanced, but they were not aimed at the target!”
"If the rule of football was that you can't shoot with your feet, he would definitely be a top player!”
Ancelotti, who was beside him, also sighed."I'll have to arrange for another shooting coach next season..."
On the court.
There was a wail from the Real Madrid fans!
They understood Morata.
But she loved and hated him!
This big guy could always do the feat of carrying the defenders and squeezing into the penalty area.
However, the aim of the shot was ridiculous!
Morata, who realized that he had done something good, subconsciously covered his head with his hands!
He revealed an embarrassed expression.
However, before he could feel regretful.
The football that hit the crossbar was bounced back into the penalty area.
At this moment, Campins finally returned to the penalty area and landed the ball at his feet!
"Charge! Counterattack! Traore, run!"
"Campins, pass that damn ball out!”
On the sidelines, Zakristan roared loudly!
This was a chance to counterattack!
The process of focusing on defense was the easiest time to score goals!
At this moment, Castiya's rear defensive line was very deep!
Nacho even stood near the center line!
Traore received the order to receive the ball and began a long-distance attack from the backfield!
Not only was he a muscular man, but he was also a physical maniac!
As a winger, he often retreated to the center and back.
He often became the player with the longest running distance on the team!
"Save it, you brawny fellow!”
Traore dribbled the ball across the half!
Continue to push forward!
Nacho also came up to him.
The two of them had a well-hidden confrontation!
Nacho's expression changed.
Traore was also surprised!
It could be seen that although Nacho didn't have that many muscles on his body, he was still a little weak.
But the confrontation was very stable!
Even Traore, who was covered in muscles, did not gain an advantage!
"Damn it, how did Ye fight him?!”
Questions arose in Traore's mind, but he had no time to care.
Taking advantage of the fact that the ball had not been lost, he stretched out his leg and stabbed the ball to Illier, who plugged in from behind!
The latter did not dare to hold the ball much. The football was like a hot potato that was hung to the other side!
Anzu Fati was running at high speed on the right side of the road!
Beside him was Vazquez's back defense!
"Barcelona's B team has moved on a large scale! The attack directly shifted from the left to the right!”
"How will their attack be launched? The number 99 center forward went up again!”
"It's the same story! There was also a defender hanging beside him! Oh oh oh... The ball was passed to him! Let's see the quality of his shots compared to Morata's!”
...
On the court.
Fati received the ball one step ahead of Vazquez and made a deep dive!
In terms of speed, he was confident that he would not lose to Vazquez!
Both of them were reserve members of the Spanish National Youth Team.
They knew each other very well!
"Hey! Look at my position!"
In the middle of the stadium.
Ye Lingfeng shouted at Fati, who was running with the ball!
He had the unforgiving Fabio hanging on his body!
However, he was afraid of the yellow card on his back.
Fabio did not dare to make any small moves.
She could only follow Ye Lingfeng closely!
However, this was not easy either!
"Damn it, what do Asians eat when they grow up?!”
In the physical confrontation with Ye Lingfeng, Fabio complained endlessly!
He was 188cm tall, so he wouldn't be pushed away by Ye Lingfeng like Nacho.
However, he was still struggling to hold on!
He heard Ye Lingfeng asking for the ball.
Fati, who was dribbling the ball, did not hesitate.
Gritting his teeth, he suddenly sprinted forward and pulled Vazquez a distance away!
"Bang!"
The instep of his foot directly circled under the football, adding a spin and shoving the ball out!
He was known as the number one genius of this batch of La Masia.
Fati's overall quality was also commendable!
His passing skills were superb!
The football drew a C on the turf and circled in a large semicircle before arriving in front of Ye Lingfeng!
A low and flat ball with a straight arc.
Perhaps it was a fantasy for the Dragon Country's men's football team.
However, as a genius young general who was studying in La Masia, it was still relatively easy to achieve!
"Watfa..."
Zidane, who was on the sidelines, stood up again!
He subconsciously rubbed his bald head, and his expression became a little ugly!
He was worried…
His son would probably suffer again!
On the court.
Ye Lingfeng and Fabio started a PK in the Imperial City!
Ye Lingfeng had been gaining weight crazily in the past few days and had successfully gained three kilograms.
At this moment, he could already load 83% of Drogba's template!
His ability to resist had increased by a small amount!
It was another confrontation without the ball.
Ye Lingfeng tensed up.
Fabio's center of gravity was instantly pushed away by two bodies!
Ye Lingfeng took large strides and rushed into the penalty area!
In front of him.
It was still the son of the Zidane family!
At the same time, he was also Castiya's goalkeeper.
Luca Zidane!
The entire Di Stefano Stadium fell silent at this moment!
Everyone's gaze.
They were all staring at Ye Lingfeng's kick!
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Another 4000-word chapter! I hope my brothers enjoy watching it! (This chapter is suspected to be broken. Brothers, don't scold me. I just want to leave some suspense…)
Why don't I update the chapter in the future? Although the number of chapters would decrease, the actual word count would be much higher! Or maybe, when he wrote a competition chapter, he would write a chapter of 2000 words?
Finally, he begged for a free gift! Fresh Flower evaluation votes, monthly votes! Little author thanks!
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