green waist king

Chapter 15 Terrifying midfield control

"Leeds now need a player with a vision and a great creativity to open things up for them."

"In the second half Bielsa should have played Yang, who proved himself in the last 45 minutes."

"In the last round of the game, Yang played 45 minutes and his performance was phenomenal. He helped Leeds United end the midfield battle with Burnley, making Leeds United's possession rate soar in the second half, reaching a terrifying 71. %."

"Also, among the 16 attacks launched from Yang's feet, 9 times formed the opportunity to hit the goal, and [-] times directly formed the goal. This is a highly efficient creative midfielder, and Yang also has a very good The technique at the feet can be passed suddenly."

"Such an excellent player, I can't think of a reason for Bielsa to let him sit on the bench to manage the water dispenser!" During the halftime break, Andy Gray read the statistics of the last game happily. Much praise.

"Positive!"

"Positive!"

"..."

The Leeds fans who followed the team to watch the game seemed to have a good understanding with Andy Gray, and they stood up one after another, calling out Mo Yang's name in unison.

There were less than 4000 Leeds fans, but they shouted tens of thousands of momentum.

"This kid is quite popular!" Pere heard the Leeds fans calling Moyang in the south stand of the Madejski Stadium. Hold back.

He was cheated by his idiot assistant, and the ticket seat he bought was actually among the Reading fans. He swore he would drive that cheating bitch when he went back.

In the locker room, after Bielsa came in and announced that Mo Yang had been replaced in the second half, the players immediately burst into laughter and started to play, without any frustration of falling behind. On the contrary, they believed that the team would definitely score in the second half.

"Yang, remember to pass the ball to me later!" Bamford changed his wet jersey, kicked Aylin away with his butt, and sat next to Mo Yang to flatter him.

"Go away, you scored three in the last game, this game is my turn!"

As soon as the words fell, a bigger butt came down from the gap between Moyang and Bamford, and Wood forced Bamford away.

"Hehe!" Mo Yang scratched his head and smiled, looking very naive, no one agreed.

"Honey! I love you!" Wood suddenly hugged Mo Yang's arm, shook it vigorously, blinked and pouted, making an aggrieved look.

If this move is made by a delicate beauty, even a straight man of steel can't hold it, but the problem is that Wood is a 190 rough-faced strong man.

"Pfft!"

Mo Yang's eyes widened in horror, and he slid directly from the chair.

The entire locker room was suddenly silent for several seconds, and then everyone smashed the things in their hands at Wood, causing Wood to run away with his head in his arms, begging for mercy again and again.

"Fack squid, Chris!"

"Ouch, it's really disgusting!"

"Chris, get away from us you fucking fag!"

"..."

After a while, the intermission ended, and the fans left the locker room and returned to the field.

"After half-time, Yang replaced Hernandez!"

"Positive!"

"Positive!"

"..."

Seeing that Mo Yang was replaced, the Leeds fans at the scene suddenly burst into commotion, stood up and cheered, waving white banners in their hands!
The Reading fans at the scene were baffled, didn't they just put on a midfielder, as for being so excited, those who didn't know thought Leeds United scored a goal!
In the crowd of Reading fans, Perey was overjoyed when he saw Mo Yang playing, and took out a pen and notepad from his bag.

"With the whistle of the referee, the second half of the game officially begins!"

"After Leeds United kicked off in the center circle, Bamford pushed the ball directly to Yang."

Mo Yang received the ball, looked up, and then passed the ball to Costa on the right.

Costa advanced a few meters along the sidewalk and was stopped by the Reading players.

"Costa!"

Mo Yang ran over, Costa immediately passed back, Mo Yang received the ball and passed it out again, this time directly passing it to Bamford in front of the penalty area.

"Give it to Dallas!" Seeing that Bamford wanted to cover his head and kick again, Mo Yang shouted.

Bamford pursed his lips and smiled, and immediately passed the ball.

There is no way, the commander's orders must be obeyed and carried out, and the thighs must be hugged tightly, otherwise the goal may be far away.

"Yang doesn't seem to have a good solution. He cooperated with his teammates several times in front of the penalty area and tried to forcibly infiltrate from the middle of Reading, but he couldn't get in at all!" In the studio, Andy Gray looked worried, "Belsa needs to do something. Adjusted, otherwise, if this continues, Leeds United will probably lose this game."

Mo Yang was also speechless, it was the first time he had seen a team with this style of play.

As soon as they were within 30 meters of the front of the box, Reading's players would press immediately, forcing them to divert the ball.

And once the ball leaves the threat area, Reading's players will immediately retract and let them fall back, you can drop as much as you like, it's so wretched.

1 minutes!

2 minutes!
5 minutes!
Time is slowly passing!
The scene became stalemate, and the fans of Leeds United also became a little anxious, secretly cursing that Reading, the team, is simply a turtle!
However, the Reading fans were talking and laughing, and seemed to be quite satisfied with their team's style of play, as if they had long been used to it.

"Marcelo, it seems that Yang has no good solution!" Frank sat next to Bielsa with a calm face, and said with some concern.

After the start of the second half of the game, although Leeds United controlled the ball as firmly as in the first half, whether it was directly kicking the ball to find Wood in the penalty area, or relying on short passes from the middle to penetrate, they could not get into Reading's wretched defensive line.

"If this stalemate continues, we may lose!" Seeing that Bielsa didn't respond and still looked like he was sitting on the Diaoyutai, Frank became anxious.

"The goal is coming!"

With a smile on the corner of Bielsa's mouth, he turned his head to look at Frank, and said, "Didn't you notice that the Reading players have touched the ball very little during this period? And the quick counterattack in the first half also hit the ball." Can't get up?"

"Hiss!" Frank took a sharp breath, but Bielsa didn't mention it, and he really ignored it.

"Don't worry! Yang knows what he should do!" Bielsa patted the dumbfounded Frank.

"Incredible Chinese, how did he see it!"

In the audience stands, Pere's heart was already in a state of turmoil. From his perspective, he could clearly see the various performances of Mo Yang on the field.

In the past 10 minutes, Mo Yang has never stepped into his own half. Whenever the team loses the ball, he will immediately appear on the most dangerous passing route and block Reading with his teammates. rapid counterattack route.

Whether it's offense or defense, Moyang's running position is just right every time, appearing in the position where he should appear most, forming a subtle linkage with his teammates. This efficient off-the-ball running shocked Perret.

In every 10-minute football game, each player only holds the ball for about 3 to 4 minutes on average, so the most important thing is what the players do in the remaining time, which is called running without the ball move.

It is a running position for the purpose of getting rid of defensive players and creating offensive space. Running without the ball can best reflect a player's ball quotient.

"90+ runs off the ball! Very smart!"

"The field of vision is 95+! It belongs to the horror-level vision!"

Pere wrote these lines in his notebook with a trembling right hand.

More than 20 meters from the front of Reading's penalty area, Mo Yang waved for the ball again.

As soon as he received the pass, Reading's midfielder Norwood rushed over immediately.

Mo Yang grinned, his left shoulder sank suddenly, his body tilted slightly, and he made a motion to shoot.

Norwood didn't know whether it was true or not, and he didn't know whether Mo Yang really had the ability to shoot from a distance, so he was fooled and immediately blocked it with his back!

Unexpectedly, after he made the blocking action, he saw Mo Yang raised his right foot and put it down quickly, then flicked the ball to the right with the inside of his left foot, tapped the inside of his right foot forward, and at the same time moved his whole body horizontally A body directly wiped past him.

"boom!"

At the Madejski Stadium, more than 2 fans screamed in unison, Leeds fans got up from their seats one after another, and everyone got goosebumps from Mo Yang's elegant movement.

"Whoa!!!"

"The fake shot is connected to the deep-fried balls. Yang is extraordinary and full of aura, which makes people's blood spurt. The movement connection is flawless. I don't know what words to praise him." Andy Gray's face flushed.

Mo Yang passed Norwood and had already reached the top of the arc, and he could hit the goal.

The Reading players were immediately hooked up by Moyang, two people rushed towards Moyang, one left and one right, trying to close the door to defend.

But before he got there, Mo Yang looked up to the right, grinned, and at the same time raised his foot to flick the ball to the left, splitting the sides.

"After Yang successfully passed Norwood, there was some chaos in the Reading penalty area!"

"Yang is still going in... Ga..."

In the studio, Andy Gray's commentary stopped abruptly, because he saw that Mo Yang suddenly gave the ball to the left after attracting three players.

Andy Gray looked stunned. In the past 10 minutes, Moyang basically didn't score the ball to the side. Moyang has been hitting the middle all the time.

On the court, after Mo Yang suddenly distributed the ball to the side, Dallas instantly stepped in to catch the ball.

Suddenly there was chaos in the Reading penalty area, and the players split in defensive thinking and actions.

This has never happened in the past 10 minutes. Every time they press, Mo Yang directly passes back to reorganize the attack.

After Dallas received the ball, he went straight to the bottom line and advanced along the bottom line.

Suddenly, Dallas saw that there was a gap at the back point, and passed the ball without saying a word, and at the same time admired Mo Yang in his heart.

He knew how difficult it was for this gap to appear.

The football flew over the head of Reading goalkeeper Harbis.

At the last point, Wood, who was unguarded, jumped up high, rubbed his head lightly, and saw the net trembling in Reading's goal.

"GOOOOOAAAAAAAL!!!"

"The ball has been scored!"

"In the 59th minute of the second half, Leeds United equalized the score, and it was Wood who scored the goal!"

"Oh!!! Yang lied to all the players in Reading, I can guarantee he did it on purpose! My God! He is so smart!!"

The Leeds fans cheered loudly and hugged each other to celebrate. Countless Leeds fans in front of the TV also celebrated loudly at home, and some even sang Leeds United's team song Marching On Together with their families.

After Wood scored the goal, he roared up to the sky and ran towards Moyang all the way. Moyang was pressed to the ground with a lunge, and then Phillips and the others followed one after another, all of them pressed up, playing a stack of arhats at the top of Reading's arc.

In the coaching area, Bielsa smiled and applauded calmly, very satisfied with the performance of his disciples.

On the other side, Reading coach McDermott was so angry that he directly smashed the drink in his hand, standing on the sidelines and yelling at his players.

(End of this chapter)