number one striker

Chapter 157 Can

"Just hit it directly, don't pass it to me." Sneijder said to Caesar with some regrets, it was originally a chance to score.

Caesar waved his hand, indicating that it was his problem.

He frowned as he walked back.

What happened to me, why did I lose the confidence to hit the door.

No, you have to get back to your status as soon as possible, otherwise it will be completely over.

Caesar now finally knows why so many superstars have plummeted. It's not that they lack strength, but that they have a bad mentality.Once they lack the support of self-confidence in shooting, passing and passing that can be easily completed in the past, they will doubt themselves at that moment, and then lose the best time.

In this way, you will doubt yourself even more, and slowly fall into a vicious circle.

Catania's strength is mediocre. After three consecutive losses at the beginning, there was another three consecutive draws. After 6 rounds, they only accumulated 3 points and hovered near the relegation zone.

Atezori's life is not easy. Although he is facing Inter Milan, the Serie A giant that has won four consecutive championships, he also wants to take a risk to grab points.

So the game was very open, both teams attacked and expressed their determination to win.

Atezori is not foolhardy, he chose to abolish Caesar's way, and then stabilize the defense in the middle, preventing Milito and Eto'o from getting a chance.

However, the gap in player strength is still very obvious. After the first 15 minutes of mutual offense and defense, Catania fell directly into a half-court defense.

In this way, with a large number of people in the backcourt, Caesar is even more uncomfortable.

Although Inter Milan played around their opponents and seemed to be gaining momentum, it was really not a good thing for Caesar.

Catania full-back Botenza and midfielder Carboni shouldered the responsibility of defending Caesar.

One of them blocked Caesar's bottom passage, and the other blocked Caesar's inward cut route. If Caesar wanted to squeeze into the penalty area, the central defender would help defend him.

"The denser the crowd, the more useful your explosive power will be. Think carefully, the game is not just 1v1, your ability has not been fully developed yet."

Matthaeus' words were still echoing in his ears, and Caesar didn't understand what it meant.

"Inter got a free kick in a good position!"

"Sneijder hit the goal directly! The ball was saved by Campagnolo! Catania's counterattack!"

As a result, he was stopped by Cordoba just after halftime, and he gave the ball to Chivu, who handed it to Caesar.

"Is it still necessary to fight Caesar? Why is Mourinho so stubborn, is it difficult to admit that he is unfavorable in signings like a man?" Pjanic said carelessly.

Botenza and Carboni quickly settled down. Caesar looked up and saw a strong man in the penalty area staring at him.

Lothar (Mateus), what do you mean by that?

Caesar looked a little distracted, and Carboni decided to take a risk and grab it.

Sneijder said anxiously: "Pass it! You have held the ball for too long!"

Caesar woke up like a dream, and subconsciously bounced the ball to Sneijder. Carboni lost his position, and Caesar's vision suddenly became clear.

Yup!

The game is not 1 on 1, but 11 on 11!

Isn't it better to use teammates' passes to pass people sometimes?

Why do I have to stick to heads-up?
Caesar immediately rushed to the penalty area and yelled at Sneijder: "Pass it!"

Sneijder quickly kicked a pass, and the ball landed right in front of Caesar.

"Wonderful two-pass and N cooperation! Caesar made a direct pass and crossed diagonally! He rushed into the penalty area!" Elisa poked her head out, but it was a pity that Caesar's volley was slightly higher than the crossbar.

"Good shot!" Milito patted Caesar on the head, "Just hold it down next time."

Kaiser was as comfortable as if he had been constipated for three days and finally unblocked. He said: "In fact, it is much easier to cooperate with teammates than to surpass others. I shouldn't have been thinking about how to single-handedly, and wasted two games."

Sneijder was a little speechless: "Isn't this a matter of course? It turns out that you have not been in good form in these two games. Didn't you think about it?"

Caesar was dumbfounded, and that expression made Snyder sigh hard.

He rolled his eyes and continued: "Idiot, this is the most basic football common sense! Pass the ball when you can't get past someone, and then run to catch up! Do you need me to teach you?! Damn, I thought you were unwell or angry, but it turns out that you are just stupid!!!"

Milito also said with a smile: "This way I feel relieved. I thought you had a fight with your girlfriend, and your brain was blocked for a while. It seems that I was worrying too much."

Caesar watched his teammates walking back and looked at him like idiots, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Then tell me!"

"Then you are asking!" The teammates turned around and said in unison.

"Although the goal was missed, Caesar made the right choice." Elisa nodded.

As a result, Pjanic said in a strange way: "Rather than 'avoiding the edge', it is better to say 'deserter'. Although he got the chance to shoot, his fans probably will not be happy."

"Fart!" The fans in front of the TV almost smashed the TV, "Will this idiot know how to comment?!"

Catania's offensive error, the ball has been transferred to the right, Eto'o took the initiative to cut inside and Caesar to seek cooperation.

"Aren't they pampering Caesar too much?" Mourinho frowned, "Even if it's feeding the ball, we have to wait until the victory is confirmed!"

Faria laughed and said, "Who made Caesar, who is in a bad state, appear on the stage against all odds? Are you ashamed to say that others dote on him?"

Mourinho snorted and stopped talking.

Caesar received the ball, this time he still chose to cross Sneijder and insert himself into the baseline.

When Caesar was about to be offside, Sneijder's through pass was passed accurately.

"Caesar's left-footed cross!"

"Milito in the middle is fighting for the top! He and Spoli collided!"

"Goalkeeper Capagnolo didn't react! He was shaken by Milito and his teammates!"

"This ball. This ball flew directly into the goal? Caesar's cross flew into the net! The ball is scored! Inter Milan opened the scoring!"

Eliza stuck out her little tongue, and she almost swears.

Caesar's pass was erratic, obviously he didn't play well.As a result, Milito and Spoli collided like this, fooling the goalkeeper, and the ball flew into the goal just like that.

"Damn it! Are you lucky kid?" Sneijder rushed up, followed by Chivu: "I can score this goal too? Why can't I kick this kind of ball?"

Eto'o said meanly: "Only a guy like Caesar with a crippled left foot can play this kind of ball. Your footwork is too good, you have no chance."

Chivu nodded: "Yes."

Caesar let out a long breath, no matter how the goal was scored, it was scored anyway.

Finally, it seems that this state has recovered a little bit.

In the stands, Margaret made up her mind, got up and left.

　Today's third

　　
　
(End of this chapter)