number one striker

Chapter 23 Deterrent weapons

Go in?
I rely on!Actually entered!
Caesar himself did not expect that this kick was so perfect. Maybe it was because of his two days of accelerated training that played a role, or maybe Caesar's body is very suitable for playing football.No matter what, my hard work finally paid off.

After scoring, he seemed a little surprised, but not particularly excited.

As he thought, this is just a Bundesliga game, so what if it is the first goal of his career.

I will score more exciting and crucial goals in the future, now is not the time to celebrate.

Caesar broke free from the embrace of veteran Lars Toberg, rushed to the goal and hugged the ball: "There is still time! Let's win this game!"

Toberg stared at him in a daze, shit, just now you were so tense that you couldn't breathe, you must have adapted too quickly.

After Caesar's goal, Kugel's bar erupted into cheers enough to make the neighbors call the police. The bearded and stout man drank the dark beer in his glass: "Achim! Have another glass!"

The boss nodded cheerfully. His favorite moment is scoring a goal, and he can sell him a few more beers.

"Sarah! Did you see that! Let me tell you that this kid has a future!" Kugel blinked at his daughter, and Sarah curled her lips: "Have you ever said that?"

Uke just clenched his fist and waved vigorously after Caesar's goal. As Caesar said, it's not time to celebrate yet.

Their goal is not just one game, but the whole season.There are too many points down ahead and a draw is not enough.

"Damn, where did this Caesar come from!" St. Pauli coach Hogel couldn't help scratching his hair. He had never heard that Red and White Allen had such a heavenly soldier.

Assistant coach Andre Trulsen is hiding behind and dare not speak. He is not to blame for this. After all, who will pay attention to a little guy who has just been promoted from U19.

The fans of St. Pauli seemed to have received a heavy punch. On the contrary, the white and fat Hamitt were much more excited.They jumped, sang, and celebrated wantonly as if they were in their own home stadium.

Soon, the home fans were making a huge noise, not only directed at the away fans, but also at the home team players.

You must win!The opponent is nothing but Red and White Allen!

"The opponent will only become more and more anxious in the future. This is our good opportunity, Luther!"

After a successful defense, Royce found Caesar and whispered to him.

"Okay, just give me the ball!" Caesar hammered his chest hard. Now he is full of strength, and he can't wait to smash the opponent with speed again.

"Keep an eye on your position and be careful not to go offside."

"it is good!"

St. Pauli's offensive is based on the fact that Red and White Allen is difficult to attack their defense. The Grand Cross does not have the lightning impact of Caesar's tearing space. Royce is also restricted to the midfield, so their defense dares to attack.

But now, with Caesar, Red and White Allen's offense has become much easier.

As long as there is a chance, look for Caesar on the left. The strong body of the opponent's defender is simply not enough for the flexible Caesar.

Whenever the full-back tried his best to get close to Caesar, he always used his speed to bring him to the sideline and then accelerated to get rid of it.

As a result, St. Pauli became more and more uncomfortable.

"It's him again!" Hammett waved the flag. At this moment, Caesar was like a wild horse running wild, desperately attacking the opponent's defense.

This time he used his speed to dodge the defense and pass the ball to the middle. Unfortunately, the veteran Toberg was a step slower and failed to catch up.

"Keep an eye on him! Don't let him speed up!!"

St. Pauli coach Holger was frightened from the sidelines. He deliberately wanted the players to control the rhythm, but Red and White Allen did not give them a chance to easily control the ball.

Except for Caesar and Toberg, everyone else entered a state of scrambling, and Tion led his teammates to use their body and speed to fight against St. Pauli's technology.

Jens Bammer and Royce cut off the opponent's ball together, and a long pass directly found Lars.

The seasoned Toberg leaned on his opponent and swung the ball back.

Caesar, who was plugged in at high speed, overtook unreasonably and directly. Unfortunately, the opponent's defender interfered with the final shot and failed to hit the target.

Fat white man Hamit shook his head regretfully, and the St. Pauli fans gasped even more.They stood up nervously. Could it be that they couldn't even get a single point in this game that was sure to win before the game?
Holger began to hesitate whether he should retreat to defend. Now the red and white Allen seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and the crazy pressing made them very uncomfortable.

In addition, Caesar, a super sports car that no one can stop, will only make the defense more and more loopholes.

While hesitating, the thing that worried him finally happened.

Caesar was cruising on the court, and the quick counterattack during this period made him have a good time running.But the score is still 2:2, he needs to help the team score another goal.

The tall full-back posed no threat to him at all, but other St. Pauli defenders had already deployed nearby. As long as Caesar broke in from the wing, they would tighten their pockets and wait for the rabbit.

In this way, others will naturally have a chance.

Royce spent most of the game assisting the midfielder in defense. Over time, the St. Pauli players gradually forgot how terrible he was on the offensive end.

But soon, Royce personally helped them recall their abilities.

Tion intercepted the ball, faced St. Pauli's pressure and rushed out, but it happened to land in the middle of Royce and the opponent's midfielder.

"Marco!" Jens Bammer also ran towards the ball. After all, Royce had just recovered from his injury, and this kind of 1/2 ball would probably be missed.

However, just as Bamer came up with this idea, he saw Royce kicking his legs and poking the ball away before the opposing player.Then he jumped up lightly, dodging the lighted spikes.

"Marco!!!" Sara almost threw out the juice in her hand. This time, it was just the annoying Caesar's performance, and that handsome face was not seen in the camera at all.

But now, Caesar, you can retire, and my Marco will take over!
"Don't let him pass the ball!" The St. Pauli players made the most wrong judgments. They wishful thinking that Royce would pass the ball to Caesar, and all rushed to the right.

"Hey, hey, hey! The ball is not with me, what are you doing here? I don't want to be gay!"

Seeing the other party's aggressive look, Caesar thought they were plotting against him, so he immediately protected his butt.

"You idiots! Watch Royce!!!" Holger jumped angrily on the sidelines. What are these grandchildren doing? !

Only then did the St. Pauli players react, but Royce, who was not too blocked, had already rushed into the penalty area.

"You TM!!!" Before the St. Pauli goalkeeper could curse out a word, Royce lightly pushed the bottom corner into the net, rewriting the score again.

(End of this chapter)