World's No.1 Football Manager

Chapter 104 The goalkeeper who knows how to shoot
The second round of penalty kicks began.

Standing on the goal line again, Quancheng Saturday's goalkeeper cast a ray of resentful eyes on Gao Yuan in the distance.

But Gao Yuan's eyes were dull, his face was dull, and he seemed less hopeful than himself.

Damn, should I not believe you, should I not believe you, or should I not believe you?

Damn it, you let me just rely on my feelings, and come up with some ideas if I have nothing to do.Now I feel that the rhythm is completely deviated by you, how can I keep this door?
This time the opponent took the penalty from captain Zhou Tao.According to Gao Yuan's small note, his penalty point is likely to be the upper right of the goal.

The little goalkeeper's mind is in a mess now, should he act according to his plan and jump to the upper right?Or should we do the opposite and jump to the lower left?

Judging from the first ball, if you do it in reverse, you may hope to be bigger.

But what if Gao Yuan got it right this time?

What should I do?

The goalkeeper was in a mess, the referee whistle sounded, and Zhou Tao ran up and shot.

I rely on!

The goalkeeper who couldn't figure it out blurted out a national curse, and his body almost reacted instinctively, flying to the upper right.

But the hands still failed to touch the ball.

"Whoo~~~"

The ball went straight into the net like a flying meteor.

The mesh nest in the upper right corner.

The heavy gunner Zhou Tao shot too much and the ball was too fast. Although the goalkeeper rushed in the right direction, he was a step too late and failed to prevent the ball from flying into the goal.

Cheers resounded through the stands again.

The magic city commentator also shouted excitedly: "Captain Zhou Tao lived up to expectations, and the ball he shot was like a cannonball, and it hit the net directly. Although the opponent's goalkeeper guessed the direction correctly, he could only look at the ball and sigh!"

As he spoke, he did not forget to glance at Han Dazui, who was beside him with a disappointed face, and said provocatively.

"This is the difference between a professional team and an amateur team. Even if you can catch the direction of my shot, so what? My shot is well-trained and full of strength. You can't stop it, and you can't even throw it. This is like fighting landlords. We are two kings and four twos. Even if we play the cards with you, what can you do against me?"

The corner of Han Dazui's mouth twitched slightly in anger, and the other party's point of view was not unreasonable.However, at this time, the donkey will not fall, and he can't vent his confidence first by saying anything.

"Zhou Tao is well-known in domestic football as Zhou Yi kicks, and his powerful shooting is his unique skill. However, it is impossible for the other members of the Shanghai Sanjin team to have his shooting power, otherwise the Shanghai Sanjin team will not be relegated in the Chinese Premier League. If the goalkeeper of the Quancheng Saturday team can predict the right direction next time, perhaps, there will be another result."

The magic city commentator sneered and said: "Mr. Han, it's not easy to get caught once. You don't think that the goalkeeper of the visiting team can get caught in the right direction again, do you?"

"Hehe, who knows what will happen in the next second? Isn't this the charm of football games?"

Gao Yuan at the side of the court was completely confused.

He doesn't know whether he should be happy or sad now.

He was happy because the science of probability finally came to light, and his stats were correct; but at the same time, he found out sadly that there was nothing wrong with being in the right direction, and you couldn't defend against professional players' shots at all!
Where is the reasoning for this TM.

When Gao Yuan was still in a daze, the No.2 free throw player of the Quancheng Saturday team quickly completed the shot.

This time it was not bad. Kuaileg, who ranked third in the evaluation value, lived up to Gao Yuan and shot the ball into the net.

The penalty score was moved to 2:1, and the current total score is 5:4.

Third round.

The little goalkeeper stood on the goal line again.

He was still a little confused.Gao Yuan happened to be right just now, and he really guessed it.

This time, should I follow his instructions and make a save?
But the confusion only lasted for a moment. At this moment, he really didn't have much choice.

Go as Gao Yuan said.

The moment the opponent kicked, he made a save.

"Hiss~" The goalkeeper felt the ball touch his fingertips.

caught? !

But the next moment, cheers sounded again from the stands.

It's just that the cheers this time seemed a little lacking in confidence, as if there was a kind of fear of the rest of the life after a catastrophe.

The goalkeeper judged the right direction again, and even touched the ball with his fingertips. Unfortunately, the goalkeeper's height limited his range of saves, and the angle of the ball was extremely tricky. The touch of his fingertips failed to stop the ball from advancing.

The ball still flew into the goal.

"As I said, even if the goalkeeper of the amateur team can guess the right direction, so what? If you can't stop it, you can't stop it! Professional teams and amateur teams kick penalty kicks, just like adults teasing children. Even if you are told where to shoot the next ball, you can't defend it."

Although the narrator of Shanghai Magic City was also taken aback, he still spoke boldly.

Talking big and bragging is actually a way of cheering up, both for the home team and for yourself.

Han Dazui said coldly: "This is the second time in a row that I have guessed the right direction. As the saying goes, let one give way to the second and not give up the third. Maybe the Shanghai Sanjin team will not be so lucky for the next goal."

Gao Yuan on the side of the court didn't have such a good attitude as Han Dazui, he basically knelt down.

Sure enough, I can't stop it!
All my preparations and calculations, in the face of absolute strength, are as fragile as flowers in a mirror.

Alas, my football dream, goodbye.

What should I do next?Delivery, or...
"Coach, coach..." An eager and excited shout brought Gao Yuan back to reality.

I saw the little goalkeeper running to his side at some point, with a look of excitement on his face.

"You're right, they did what you said!" the little goalkeeper laughed happily.

Gao Yuan doesn't get angry at one place, did you come here to get angry at me on purpose?Unhappily said: "I guessed right, there is a fart, but I can't stop it."

The goalkeeper blushed, scratched his head and said in embarrassment: "Hehe, I was a little hesitant just now, but don't worry, if it's right next time, I will block the ball no matter what."

The two were talking, and over there, Quancheng's third player on Saturday, Dongjiao Baresi had already shot the ball into the opponent's goal.

Only then did Gao Yuan realize that he was actually patronizing and frustrated, and didn't even pay much attention to his own players' free throws.

It stands to reason that at this time, I should be the most nervous, but because I had a preconceived feeling that there was nothing going on, I didn't really care too much.

There is a saying that if you care about it, you will be chaotic, so if you give up, you will not be chaotic.

As the saying goes, there is a kind of love called letting go, giving up forever for love...

Thinking of this, Gao Yuan hummed the song involuntarily.

The team members around him involuntarily moved away from him, looking at him sympathetically: It's over!Under the continuous stimulation, Gao Yuan's condition worsened again, and it was estimated that he was completely hopeless.I don't know if he loses the game later, will he explode completely and take revenge on the society!
Penalty shootout round four.

Spring City's diminutive keeper was on the line on Saturday.

This time, he no longer has any worries in his heart, not because he knows that Gao Yuan must be right, but because he has no more miscellaneous thoughts in his mind.

Since you have listened to Gao Yuan for the first three times, then do the rest as he said. Gao Yuan can jump wherever he tells him to. Anyway, he doesn't know where the other party is going to shoot, so just listen to him.

Just leave it to fate.

For the first time since the penalty shootout, the little goalkeeper, who had put aside his distractions, was highly concentrated.

Now his task is very simple, he does not need to pay attention to the opponent's running rhythm, does not need to observe the opponent's shooting angle, does not need to think about the opponent's penalty point.He only needs to do one thing well, rushing towards Gao Yuan's predicted direction as quickly as possible.

At the moment the opponent kicked, the goalkeeper's legs suddenly exerted force, like a vigilant hunting dog, he flew towards the prey.

The ball flew through the air, exactly in the direction Gao Yuan predicted.

"Crack!" The goalkeeper, who had stretched his body to the limit, slammed the ball with both palms.

Under the joint influence of reaction force and gravity, the ball smashed hard to the turf on the ground.

The ball didn't go in!
The audience was silent.The audience couldn't believe such a result, and even everyone in Quancheng Saturday couldn't believe their eyes.

Magic City commentator: "..."

After a moment of silence, Han Dazui yelled: "It's beautiful! It's come out! There is also spring in the bristlegrass. Who said that there is no chance without an amateur team! What about the professional team, who is better than the professional amateur in Chinese football? Playing is professional, playing is elite!"

He was also very aggrieved, and in surprise, he opened his mouth wide and said nothing.

The narrator of Modu was choked enough, and said angrily, "Accident, it must be an accident."

Han Dazui asked triumphantly: "Is it an accident? Just to remind everyone, this is the third time in a row that the goalkeeper has correctly guessed the direction. Who knows if he will guess correctly next time?"

On the court, everyone in Quancheng Saturday also recovered from the shock and was elated.

This successful save is tantamount to a burst of heart-boosting medicine, which makes everyone's adrenaline surge suddenly.

Gao Yuan was even more excited, and threw a set of combined punches at the void.

Probability, you have finally appeared!I love you, prob!I love you, math!I love you, science!
Gao Yuan at this moment has completely forgotten his previous doubts about probability, science, and life.

The morale-boosting Quancheng Saturday team's fourth penalty shooter played.

As soon as this person came out, the audience was surprised.

The fourth penalty was actually a small goalkeeper!

The magic city commentator said in surprise: "Quancheng Saturday unexpectedly dispatched its own goalkeeper at this time. This arrangement is abnormal. Is there no player in the team with better footwork than the goalkeeper? From this arrangement, it is not difficult to see the nature of Quancheng Saturday's amateur team. The personnel arrangement is arbitrary. To put it bluntly, this arrangement is a bit of a nonsense."

Han Dazui sneered and said: "Hehe, this is a bit rare and strange. You may be too young to watch Chilavert play much."

The magic city commentator blushed, and satirized his opponent, how could he forget the great god Chilavert.

Jose Luis Chilavert, a legendary Paraguayan goalkeeper, has played for Penalore, San Lorenzo, Sarsfield and other giant clubs.The goal is good, but even more powerful is his penalty and free kick.A total of 62 goals have been scored in his career.

Han Dazui did not let go of this topic, and continued: "Of course, Chilavert is not the goalkeeper with the most goals. Sao Paulo goalkeeper Rogelio Cheney has scored 131 goals in his career. In addition, Iguita, Ivankov, Campos, Booker and others have also scored 30 or 40 goals in their careers."

Listening to Han Dazui's familiarity with these football anecdotes and statistics, the commentator of Shanghai Magic City couldn't help being a little ashamed, but at the same time he had to feel admiration from the bottom of his heart.

It turns out that this old guy is not just a fool who runs the train with his mouth full of words. Although he has made a few slips of the tongue, but when it comes to his understanding of football, the interpretation of games, the understanding of football history, and the mastery of data, he is indeed superior, which is unmatched by young commentators like them.

There are various styles of football commentary. Perhaps, Han Dazui's slip of the tongue style is also a genre of commentary.In addition to the fierce competition, it can make the audience smile knowingly. Isn't this also an addition to the competition?

In the heart of the commentator in Shanghai, Han Dazui's image has changed, and he has become "great and upright".

The commentator of Modu felt sorry for his disrespect just now, and at the same time reconsidered Han Dazui's point of view.However, he suddenly discovered that, at some point, he had forgotten his original intention and lost the basic objective and fairness of a commentator, equating his identity with an ordinary fan.

It doesn't matter if Shanghai Sanjin is a local professional team in Shanghai, or Quancheng Saturday is an amateur team from other places.As a professional football commentator, you should interpret the game from a neutral and objective perspective, and you should not presuppose a position and favor one side.

After figuring this out, the commentator of Magic City was a little ashamed. Although he could not apologize publicly in the commentary booth, he still said euphemistically: "Mr. Han is right. No matter who the two sides send to the field, it must be the most suitable candidate in the eyes of the coach at this moment. Maybe this goalkeeper is not only good at saving penalty kicks, but also has a unique skill in taking penalty kicks."

Han Dazui glanced at the other party in surprise, not understanding why this kid suddenly changed his sex.

This turn was a bit too sudden, and he almost flashed his old waist when he was caught off guard.

In fact, they didn't know that the reason why Gao Yuan chose the goalkeeper to play was not because of his special skills in penalty kicks, but because of his high average score.

The commentator of Shanghai Magic City was right before. Quancheng Saturday is indeed a bad amateur team. The average score of the three key attributes of penalty kicks, the goalkeeper can be ranked in the top five, how can this be justified?
In his heart, Gao Yuan didn't want the goalkeeper to make free throws so early, but he couldn't hold back his score.Of course, it's not how high his score is, but that other people's scores are too low, and he can't do without him...

The little goalkeeper has no sense that he should not play. He has just saved a penalty kick, his morale is good, and his form is on the rise.

Standing in front of the penalty kick, I am not nervous at all, my mentality is great, and the food is delicious.

It's no wonder that shooting is easier than saving. If someone else shoots the ball, you can catch it yourself, so there is nothing to be afraid of shooting yourself.

Looking at the opponent's goalkeeper Liu on the opposite goal line, the small goalkeeper suddenly didn't feel how tall the opponent was. It turned out that even if he was 1 meters tall, he was still far behind the goal.

At least I have already thrown one. Although the opponent is professional, didn't he not catch one?
Maybe, I am not that weak, and the other party may not be that strong!
There's nothing to be afraid of, just grit your teeth, close your eyes, kick your feet hard, come on!

The ball is in!
Da Liu misjudged the wrong direction again.

The score of the penalty shootout was 4:4, and the total score of the two sides was 7:7.

The following is the final round of the regular penalty shootout.

(End of this chapter)