Chang Sheng gulped down a mouthful of water. Being a goalkeeper was not an easy job, and his attributes were a little lower than professional athletes. Fortunately, he did not have to run around like other players.
Seeing Sandy gesticulating as if she was arranging something, he turned around and asked,""Matthew, is that the real manager?”
"Mm, yes, his name is Sandy. Chang, you don't know how well you performed. He kept staring at you in the later part of the first half.”Matthew nodded excitedly.
"I hope so."
Chang Sheng said calmly. He did not get carried away. This month's training had made him grow a lot. He did not want to encounter something that would cause him to fail miserably. Seeing the players of the two teams enter the field one after another, Chang Sheng also came to his goal.
In just a few minutes, Chang Sheng noticed that something was wrong. In the second half, the first team seemed to have taken medicine. They shot into Chang Sheng's goal as if they were free.
The second player also seemed to have taken medicine, but what he had taken was laxatives. Each of them had become a big colander, and all kinds of passing mistakes were made.
Was he acting too much?
Sandy thought to herself,'Forget it, this is good too. Anyway, this team competition is for that goalkeeper.'
Was this the tenth shot?
It seemed to be fifteen?
Chang Sheng stood in front of the goal and intercepted the balls that flew over one by one. He was still counting the number of shots he had made. If others knew about this, they would probably be shocked again. Under such a strong offensive pressure, he actually had the mood to count the balls.
What do you count as!
Chang Sheng was naturally not nervous, but he had a serious expression on his face.
Sigh, it was another blind spot. Don't you know that jumping is very tiring? Chang Sheng jumped over and slapped the football down again.
As he did not have the habit of taking the ball, although the ball was taken by his own defender after it was taken, he resolutely followed Sandy's instructions and passed it to the feet of a team member with a big kick. The entire second half was carried out under the " realistic " acting of the two teams.
However, the real protagonist of the second half was Chang Sheng. Just like his special performance, he blocked one football after another from different angles and different forces.
Sandy was already stunned by this kind of performance. He kept pacing back and forth on the sidelines, mumbling some words that no one else could understand."Champion, champion, no, Bundesliga, no, Champions League!”
This was simply not human!
Sandy was not the only one. All the players in the Red and White Erford First and Second Teams were as shocked as Sandy, or even more so.
Outsiders could only see Chang Sheng throwing the balls out one by one, but the players on the field could feel the pressure more and more.
The frontline players like Shelley and Phillip began to reveal a lack of confidence in their eyes. Their accuracy in shooting became lower and lower, and the number of times they hit the plane increased.
Chang Sheng had single-handedly destroyed the confidence of Red-White Erfordshire's first team's forward line!
How could anyone believe that a goalkeeper, a goalkeeper of a football team, could make a team's forward line panic just by guarding the goal?
It was another quick attack, but when Phillip saw Chang Sheng staring at him coldly, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Even though he was already in the penalty area, even though the defenders around him had no intention of defending against him, he still felt that this opportunity was not good.
After all, the center back of the second team was quite tall and blocked his view, so he decided to pass it to Shelley.
Sure enough, Chang Sheng's gaze followed the football and shifted to Shelly. Phillip finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Shelly, I'll leave this ball to you.
This brat!
Why did you pass it to me!
He didn't shoot at such a good opportunity!
After Shelley received the ball, although there was no one around him, he looked around and did not kick. He was now outside the penalty area.
I'm not good at long shots!
So he took the opportunity to knock again, and the football quickly ran to the other side.
Long shots were naturally left to Donomi to handle. This was something Sandy had instructed him to do countless times. As a qualified professional player, how could he not strictly implement the manager's tactics?
" F * ck, what are you two doing?" Donomi couldn't help but curse in his heart after receiving the ball.
Today, nearly ten of his long shots had hit the inside of the goal. This was already very good, but was it useful?
There was no threat at all. The goalkeeper who shot at close range had chosen to send the ball flying, but his long shots were firmly in his hands. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell whose shots were more threatening at a glance.
Anyway, whoever had the best chance would shoot.
So Donomi made another straight pass. With the defenders too lazy to stretch their feet, the football circled around the outside and returned to Phillip's feet.
At the same time, Chang Sheng's cold gaze returned to Phillip's body. He actually felt a chill on the back of his neck under the scorching sun.
Chang Sheng did not know what kind of pressure he was putting on them. He only felt that it was strange. Just now, each shot was as fierce as a tiger. Now, they were actually kicking backwards in front of the goal.
Are you going to shoot or not!
As if he had heard Chang Sheng's thoughts, Phillip gritted his teeth and kicked the football out. As expected, the ball still did not break through Chang Sheng's five fingers.
Beep!
After Phillip's shot, Dominica finally blew the whistle to end the game. He could not wait to go to the sidelines to see the data recorded by the recorder.
Sandy was already standing there. However, she had already been in a daze since 20 minutes ago.
54 shots, 33 straight shots, 80% possession rate, 17 corner kicks. What a magnificent set of data. If one did not look at the final score, everyone would only have one impression when they saw this data. This game was probably a massacre, right? 9:0? Or 10:0?
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