i am beckham

Chapter 26: The Bayesian Arc
Wimbledon's long pass is really powerful, and his teammates may not be able to react at once, but Beckham, who is well versed in this, knows the significance of the first point.

He made up his mind to go up to clear the mines, and rushed towards the landing point.

"David, head the ball!"

very penetrating voice
Roy Keane's sharp voice seemed to be able to absorb the soul and activate all the cells in his body.

Hehe, my judgment is indeed correct, now only I can help the team eliminate the danger.

Beckham's header skills are far behind his feet, but he is also very good at this kind of long-distance passing, and he understands the psychology of his peers very well.

It has to be said that the Wimbledon full-back is a master.

Constantly predicting the landing point in his mind, Beckham had already rushed to the vicinity of the landing point, and he took off with force from his waist and abdomen.

It happened, he jumped into the air and suddenly saw the Wimbledon player running towards him.

It's not fighting for the top, it's hitting yourself!

This is just unreasonable hostility.

Beckham wanted to make a defensive move sideways, but out of defensive responsibility, he decided to head the ball first to clear the siege.

He was already mentally prepared to be knocked down by the opponent and land on his back.

As a result, the Wimbledon player who rushed towards him suddenly changed direction and passed him when he was less than a meter away from him.

This is scaring people, how come there are so many tricks.
Beckham was not persuaded, but he was still interfered by his opponent. This header was a little too high, but at least the demining was successful.

The ball lands just short of the halfway line and the Wimbledon players want to continue with a long pass.

Keane rushed up, and he slammed the football towards the opponent.

The football hit the opponent's head and flew off the touchline.

"You're dead, Irish shit!"

The Wimbledon players walked towards Keane angrily.

"Fuck you! Come here if you have the guts!"

Without waiting for the opponent to make a move, Keane pushed the Wimbledon player back at once.

Keane's shrill voice can make Beckham's whole body tremble every time, but now his voice sounds particularly exciting, even the swear words that spew out are so pleasant.

Beckham rushed to Keane, and if other Wimbledon players rushed to make trouble, he would not let Keane suffer.

At the moment when the two sides were at war, Gary Neville appeared on the sideline with a football. He took two steps back and suddenly threw the ball to Bart's feet in the middle circle.

"Get back on defense, you idiots!"

Wimbledon's manager was furious when two midfielders rushed towards Keane regardless of the defense.

Bart took the ball and rushed directly to the frontcourt, and there was an open field in front of him.

When Wimbledon's central defender was about to make up, Butt suddenly sent a through ball.

At the same time, Scholes broke away from the defenders who entangled him and rushed towards the opponent's penalty area, as long as he touched the ball first, the next was single-handed.

He and Wimbledon's left-back ran towards the ball at the same time, Scholes was a step ahead, and the defender started to tackle him two meters away to prevent him from breaking into the penalty area.

Scholes deftly poked the football forward and charged forward.

It was too late for the Wimbledon player to close his legs, and he tackled Scholes on the edge of the penalty area.

It was a free kick, and Beckham placed the ball at the foul spot, observing the position of the opponent's goalkeeper while waiting for the referee's whistle.

The place of the foul was directly in front of the penalty area, and the strong men of the Wimbledon team neatly arranged a row of human walls.

Bart and Keane squeezed into the wall to interfere with their opponents. In the Wimbledon team's penalty area, players on both sides continued to have violent physical contact.

Beckham glanced at the opponent's goalkeeper. The guy kept Mohigan, and while observing himself, he breathed sweetly at his teammates lining up the wall.

Very vigilant, there is no room for tricks at all, it seems that it can only rely on hard power.

The referee's whistle sounded and Beckham ran to the football, sideways facing the goal.

He raised his left hand high, his right leg suddenly exerted force, and the football flew into the air with a strong internal rotation.

His eyes were fixed on the football, and the defender on the far right in the front of the wall jumped up and headed towards the football hard.

So dedicated!Doesn't it hurt to hit a football on the head?

You get a fixed salary every week, what are you trying to do!
In Beckham's complaints, the football almost flew over the ruthless man's head, but it seemed a bit off.

Turn me back quickly!Beckham muttered silently to himself.

The Wimbledon goalkeeper stood up straight, and the free kick was a bit outrageous.

But when he straightened his knee, the football flew towards the goal like a tracking missile.

"Shit."

This free kick flew into the goal against the goal post, and the Wimbledon goalkeeper stood there in a daze, and could only subconsciously breathe out the fragrance.

When defending a free kick in the middle of the penalty area, as long as the goalkeeper makes a misjudgment for a moment, basically there is no need to move.

Even if you move, it's just to show others that you have a correct attitude.

"yeah!"

There was a tsunami of cheers at Old Trafford.

1 to 0, Beckham waved his arms excitedly and ran aimlessly in one direction.

"Dude, run here!"

Seeing Gary Neville in front of him, Beckham took two quick steps and jumped on the opponent's back excitedly.

Gary Neville ran towards the home team stand with Beckham on his back.

On the coaching bench, Ferguson smiled kindly like an old father: "Our judgment is correct, this kid has unique skills, haha!"

The Manchester United team is celebrating a goal, while the Wimbledon players are fighting fiercely.

"Stanton, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you standing still?"

The midfielder of the Wimbledon team who wanted to block Beckham's free kick with his head just now asked with a hideous face.

Affected by this strong man, several other Wimbledon players who did not see the entire free kick process because of the wall were also reluctant to forgive the goalkeeper.

"Don't blame people, the free kick flew towards the stands after bypassing Hudson, and turned back when it was about to go out of bounds. How the hell did I know that such a thing happened!"

Goalkeeper Stanton drew an exaggerated arc with his hand as he spoke, with an expression that no one could resist.

Hudson paused for a moment, then walked towards the midfielder cursingly: "Who are you scaring? I can watch the video when I go back. If it's not what you said, then don't blame me for being bad!"

"David, good job, they will have to weigh it next time they foul in the backcourt!"

Keane's voice was still harsh, but it sounded like a warm big brother.

But this is just an illusion.

He only appreciates the winners, and only protects the players who can go to victory with him.

If Keane finds that his teammate is useless and hopeless, he will stand up and kill his teammates without waiting for any reaction from the outside world.

Schmeichel had a poor performance in the league last season, which caused the team to lose. As a result, he returned to the locker room. Before Ferguson could speak, Keane scolded the Dane face to face.

At that time, the roar of the two people's mutual conflict shook the entire locker room, but Schmeichel was still wronged because he was really in a bad state in that game.

Keane, who was 8 years younger than himself, was criticized in public, and Schmeichel could only practice hard.

Beckham never believed that Keane was a good man, but he fully trusted the guy to bring the team success.

The game restarted, and Manchester United's main attack direction was Lee Sharpe's side. The left flank formed by him and Irwin was the team's main attack point.

But Lee. Sharpe's performance in the game was not very good. He seemed a little timid in front of the Wimbledon defender's sliding tackle.

He is always afraid to break through because he is worried that the opponent will get black feet behind him. Manchester United cannot break through the opponent's defense with Irwin alone.

Seeing that there was no progress on the left, the team's midfield gradually increased their passes to Beckham's side.

As a result, Beckham's subsequent pass made the Wimbledon players' mentality almost collapse.

(End of this chapter)