"This is a true Asian genius…"
In the stands.
Hashimoto Hanna stared blankly at Ye Lingfeng's figure on the court!
Light surged in his eyes!
The members of the girl group beside her were also dumbfounded!
"Hana, I think I've fallen in love with someone else…"
Hashimoto Ranna rolled her eyes."Didn't you just say that Kubo Kenei was your first love?”
The girl smiled awkwardly." I have no choice. I only like strong men!" Not a genius who could only sit on the substitutes 'bench!”
As for the so-called 'Asian genius'
At this moment, he was sitting on the substitutes 'bench behind Zakristan!
His face was filled with shock and annoyance!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! This world has gone crazy!"
Kubo Takehide's heart trembled!
If the training match a few days ago had only dealt a slight blow to his self-confidence, he would have been able to defeat the opponent.
Then Ye Lingfeng's performance today completely shattered his remaining fantasies!
After three years of experience in La Masia, he had tasted all the praises!
But at this moment, Kubo Kenhide suddenly realized!
The gap between him and Ye Lingfeng was so huge!
At the very least.
Those few confrontations with Real Madrid's defenders were not something he could do!
Not to mention scoring a goal in that kind of confrontation!
The halo of Messi from Japan.
It seemed to be quietly collapsing…
"At least keep him in the Barcelona B team for a while! One more day was a bloody profit! He is our treasure!"
In front of the substitutes 'bench.
Vaguely, he heard the voices of Sakristan and the assistant manager discussing Ye Lingfeng.
The assistant manager suddenly thought of something.""There's a problem! There were only two non-European spots in the League Two! But we have three non-European players, including Ye!”
La Liga allowed a team to have three non-European players!
And Xiyi only allowed two!
Sakristan rolled his eyes in annoyance."Have you forgotten? Ye also had Spanish citizenship! He's not a non-European player!"
"Besides! If he demoted that little brat from the Cherry Blossom Country to the echelon, wouldn't he not exceed the quota?”
Listening to their discussion.
Kubo Kenei, who was on the substitutes 'bench, turned green. He was hit again…
......。
In the locker room during the halftime interval.
"Mr. Qi Dan, your youngest son seems to be emotionally unstable…Should Mejas be brought up for the second half?”
At the door of the locker room, the assistant manager asked in a low voice.
Zidane sighed." No, Luca has the ability to become one of Castiya's disciples! This kind of setback was something he should experience!”
Immediately after, the Real Madrid legend turned around and pushed open the door of the locker room.
He stood at the door and looked around at the players in the locker room.
At this moment, the Castiya players were a little dispirited!
Especially the duo of central defenders in the defensive line!
"Fabio, pay attention to your movements in the second half. Don't take any more cards!”
"In addition... If we can't defend against their number 99, we'll find a breakthrough through offense! Their rear defensive line was not that outstanding!”
"Hesse! You want to raise the banner of attack! Morata! Use your brain to play football!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Castiglia's players responded one after another.
Morata shrugged helplessly and looked at Hesse.
"Is the manager hinting at me to use more heads instead of shooting with my feet?”
"It's good that you have this realization!" Hesse laughed in anger.”
......
Fifteen minutes passed by!
The players from both teams walked out of the player tunnel again.
Back to the stadium!
After changing sides, the Castiglia players came to the half where Barcelona's B team had been in the first half.
"What the hell are these three scratches? That guy is a monster, right?"
Isco looked at the grass that Ye Lingfeng slid across and felt his heart skip a beat.
"Even Fabio, that big guy, couldn't withstand his attack! This guy is indeed a pervert."
Vazquez sighed.
"Isco! The second half had to be spirited! This was the Stade di Stefano! Once we lose at home, we can't withstand the anger of the fans!”
"Moreover, this is the national derby! The media will mock us after the game!”
Hesse warned with a straight face.
Isco nodded." Use the offense to completely disintegrate them in the second half!”
...
"Beep!"
The referee checked the time and blew the whistle!
The second half of the game officially began!
Waves of cheers once again rose from the stands!
The national derby of the League Two began once again!
"Bang!"
In the second half, the away team, Barcelona B, kicked off first!
After Ye Lingfeng opened the middle circle, he handed the ball to Illier, who was behind him.
The latter observed for a while and continued to pass it back!
Barcelona's B team's first decision in the second half was to use the pass control to grasp the rhythm!
However, what followed was Castiya's intense counter-snatching!
"As soon as the second half started, the smell of gunpowder on the field was full!”
"Real Madrid Castiglia, who is lagging behind, seems to have a certain determination! They want to defend their dignity!"
"Hesse Rodriguez took the responsibility and rushed to the front!”
"He is Castiglia's number 10 core and the future of Real Madrid!”
On the court.
Faced with Castiya's frenzied pursuit, the two of them had to face each other.
The young players of Barcelona's B team seemed a little uneasy!
Theoretically, the passing and controlling style was not afraid of high-level attacks!
However, the prerequisite was that the players in the passing and control system had a high level of ball handling skills!
Just like Barcelona's Xavi and Andres Nieesta...
Even when faced with Atletos Madrid, who was extremely good at high-pressure snatching under Simone!
He could also control the situation near the midfield with ease!
However, this was the case for the young players of Barcelona's B team at the moment.
He was still far from it!
Castiya's line of defense pressed forward!
As the core of the offense, Hesse also acted as an engineer, constantly looking for opportunities to intercept the ball!
"Don't stick to the ball! A kick! If the space is compressed, it will be transferred appropriately!"
On the sidelines, Sakristan roared.
Castiya's pressure in the second half made him feel uneasy!
Fifty-seventh minute.
Less than twenty minutes after the start of the second half.
After several changes of ownership.
A pass from Barcelona in the middle and back field, and a slightly hesitant pass from Quintiglia, was once again cut off by Chelishev and Isco!
The position of the intercept was in the front field!
Castiya's counterattack in the front field!
"Take the flank! Attack their penalty area!"
Zidane also changed his usual behavior and shouted from the sidelines.
Although he had a soft spot for Ye Lingfeng, as Castia's coach, he certainly did not want the team to lose the derby!
And the instruction he conveyed to the players at this time was to tear apart the flanks of Barcelona's B team!
Then, he would find a high spot in the penalty area!
Their high point was naturally Morata!
In the penalty area, the two short Barcelona defenders could not threaten his air dominance at all!
The winger Vazquez received the order!
He burst out with astonishing speed on the flanks!
He was competent in all the positions of the flank, and he was best at straight line acceleration!
The efficiency of combining the human and the ball was extremely high!
On the same side, the Barcelona B fullback, Hussett, followed closely behind him.
However, he was still about half a body's length away from Vazquez!
"Big guy! Get in!"
In the middle, Hesse shouted at Morata.
Morata also lived up to expectations and relied on Campines and Sergi, the two center backs of Barcelona's B team.
He squeezed into the restricted area!
Campins did not lose his position this time.
However, the effect was still minimal!
Real Madrid's counterattack was really fast! Even the second-string team was so awesome!
- Barcelona's second-string team's passing and control looked a little weak! These players could not hold the ball at all!
- That's normal! Do you think players like Andres Niesta and Xavi are easy to train?
- The ball is going in! But Morata is in the penalty area, so I'm a little unsure!
- You can trust Morata's header!
...
On the court.
Vazquez attacked from the flank!
A good counterattack often benefited from the midfielders pressing and sending the ball out, as well as the forward players getting out of the way in time!
Finally, it was the final blow for the core archer!
This group of Real Madrid young players had done the first two steps almost perfectly!
"God bless us!"
From the flank position, Vazquez seized the opportunity to cross the ball!
The landing point accurately found Morata in the penalty area!
Huste, the full-back beside him, did not stop the implementation of the pass with a sliding tackle!
A precise pass was not difficult for Vazquez, who was about to be appointed to the First Team!
Moreover, Morata was too conspicuous in the penalty area!
He was a head taller than the defender beside him!
Near the restricted area.
"Pay attention to their number ten!"
Ye Lingfeng, who was near the center line, subconsciously shouted at the backfield!
From his perspective, Hesse had already silently bypassed the defense.
He reached the edge of the penalty area!
However, no one seemed to notice!
After all, all the attention of Barcelona's rear defensive line was on Morata!
"Hey!"
At the same time, Morata jumped up in the penalty area!
His eighty-five-kilogram body did not give him much jumping ability.
Fortunately, his advantage in height was huge enough!
The moment Morata jumped up, the football happened to land on his forehead!
He swung his head!
The football was headed in the direction of the goal!
This was a header of decent quality!
"Oh ~~~"
The Real Madrid fans almost wanted to celebrate in advance!
On the line.
Barca's Team B goalkeeper, Banius, leaped into the air!
In a flash.
He actually managed to successfully rub the ball with the edge of his fingertip!
He blocked it out of the range of the goal!
However, in the next second.
A quick and agile figure appeared under the football's landing point.
He kicked.
One hit into the net!
Hesse Rodriguez!
Real Madrid's Castiglia's core number 10!
"Ohoho! Real Madrid evened the score! The goal was still scored by the new Ronaldo, Hesse Rodriguez!”
"He and Ye have also completed the second blooming! This was the national derby! This scene seemed familiar! I seem to see the tit-for-tat between Cristiano and Messi during the La Liga derby!”
"This is the battle between No. 10 Castiglia and No. 99 of Barcelona's B team! What an exciting match!"
...
"Well done this time, blockhead!”
Hesse jumped onto Morata's back again!
The Real Madrid fans were also in a frenzy after the goal!
Although it was only an equalize.
However, with the home advantage, they would not let go of any opportunity to cheer for the home team!
"How did Morata do this time?”
In the stadium box, Ancelotti raised his eyebrows proudly and looked at Lobetegui beside him.
"I still prefer Ye!" Lobetji shrugged. He's the perfect center forward that I've always dreamed of!”
...
"Our rear defensive line is a little too leaky!”
Near the center line, Traore curled his lips and looked helpless.
The other Barcelona B players were also a little annoyed.
He walked back to the half-court in a slightly dejected manner.
Ye Lingfeng took a deep breath.
He did not expect that this match would fall into such a stalemate!
Lead, equalize, overtake.
They were leveled again!
However, one thing was certain.
A new challenge had arrived…
After the score was leveled.
If he wanted to win the game, he had to score another goal!
Football was like that.
Never believe the results on the scoreboard before the final whistle!
"Hey, cheer up! We were only evened out in the away game! The pressure is still on them!"
Ye Lingfeng clapped his hands and paced around the midfield.
Having lived two lives, he was much more mature than his peers!
He also knew how to play the role of a mediator in the match!
"Quintilya, didn't you hear what Ye said? Don't be dejected anymore!"
Traore said unhappily to his defensive midfielder.
The players slowly walked to the half-court.
Ye Lingfeng looked at his teammates behind him.
It had to be said.
This Barcelona B team was indeed lacking some flavor!
They lacked a spiritual leader!
Even though they were in the Second League.
As the second-string team of the La Liga super-powerhouse Barcelona.
The team should also have a ruthless character like Carles Puyol!
As the backbone of the team!
The lineup was also top-heavy.
The strength of the front line was not bad, but the rear defensive line was a little difficult to use!
Perhaps this was the direct result of the decline in the quality of the La Masia youth training camp in recent years!
However, this wasn't all bad…
At the very least, this was one of the few trials he could experience before he was promoted to the First Team in the future!
"Cheer up! There are only thirty minutes left!"
Ye Lingfeng comforted his teammates.
Whether it was to get all the rewards for the side mission.
Or did he simply want to win this national derby?
He was eager to score again!
He wanted to win the game!
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