number one striker

Chapter 49 Caesar's Triumph

"What will happen to Luther?" Jimmy Kohler stretched out his head, the ball was stopped by Caesar, and there were still three people behind the opponent. It was not easy to break through the defense of three people in such a narrow space on the wing.

Soon, Caesar gave his own answer.

Daniel Schwab did not participate in the attack just now. He stayed behind and happened to meet Kaiser.

"Come on, let me see how much you weigh." Before Schwab could finish his provocative words, Caesar kicked the ball out, and then accelerated to sprint towards the opponent's half court.

With a sprint distance of 50 meters, I don't believe I can't kill you!

"Oh?" Hrubesh poked his head out, this little guy has something.

If Kaiser's choice was enough to interest Hrubesch, it was his speed that really surprised the German legend.

step.

It took only one step for Caesar to completely shake off Schwab.Then he hit his stride, and the opposition centre-back didn't even grab his shirt.

How about it!
Leave me behind and eat ashes!

The terrifying double-speed of Caesar 95 completely exploded, and the sprint distance of half a field has excellent visual effects.Hrubesch watched Caesar rushing past like a supercar, and the roar of the engine when he was running still lingered in his ears.

"My God! Did this guy come from the track and field team?!" Pezzaioli even stood up from his seat. Ronaldo was reborn as a German player? ?
Every time he runs, Caesar enjoys that feeling very much.It's a pity that the good times are always short-lived, and he has to face the opponent's goalkeeper.

This time, Freiburg's goalkeeper abandoned the goal very decisively, which also gave Caesar a chance.

He has lobbed, volleyed, pocketed shots, but he has never missed the goalkeeper.

Facing the attacking goalkeeper, Caesar made a rogue right-angle fake and spared the past.The poor goalkeeper couldn't catch up with the galloping Caesar with both hands and feet, and the latter easily pushed and shot against the empty goal.

"Toooooooooooor!!!!"

Boss Kugel roared happily, and all the fans present erupted into a huge noise.

After scoring the goal, Caesar did not stop, and rushed to the corner flag area, kneeling and slipping.

The inertia led him to slide all the way, and then he was knocked to the ground by the swarming teammates.

Afterwards, the big cross who was pressed down with Caesar was a little puzzled: "When celebrating the goal, there was a person who kept yelling that his knee hurts, did you hear that?"

"No."

"Who?"

"did not hear it."

Sarah had long forgotten her bet with Caesar, and shouted excitedly.This moment made her very aggrieved, and the score was finally equalized again.

"Hey, Dad, why are there three bars there?" Sara suddenly noticed something, and asked, pointing to the trace where Caesar slipped and knelt just now.

Boss Kugel looked at Caesar with some jealousy, stroked his daughter's hair and said, "You will know this when you grow up."

It wasn't until Freiburg kicked the ball that Pezzaioli came back to his senses, and said to Hrubesch, who was also a little confused about the situation: "Don't talk about your youth team, is there such a fast guy in the national team?"

Hrubesch shook his head: "Not to mention the national team, there are not many speed forwards in the entire history of Germany. Luther Kaiser. Look again, look again."

Caesar's goal made Daniel Schwab feel very humiliated. He was so easily passed by his opponent, and it was still on the premise of knowing the characteristics of Caesar.

In his opinion, among all the methods of passing people, speed is the least technical, and it depends entirely on talent.So before the game started, Schwab was determined to make Kaiser suffer.

In the end, he was eaten raw by Caesar instead.

I want you to return this humiliation a hundredfold!
Five minutes later, Caesar wanted to repeat the same trick. This time the ball passed, but he was knocked to the ground heavily by Schwab.

"Damn! What do you mean by this movement?!" Grand Cross clearly saw the movement of the guy pushing Caesar with his hands. During high-speed travel, it is difficult to grasp the balance of a person, and even a little external force will deviate from the center, which is more likely to cause injury.

That's why the Grand Cross is so excited.

Schwab walks away, looking like he doesn't want to talk to you.

"It's okay, Luther." Marcus was closer to the scene of the incident, and ran over to check on his friend's injuries.

"It's okay, that dead bull." Caesar cursed in a low voice, and was pulled up by Marcus.

"There is still time, come on and attack, we will definitely win." Marcus whispered to Caesar, who looked up at him: "You also think we can win?"

"Of course, otherwise, what are we doing so desperately?"

"Very good, the young man has a future." Caesar patted him on the shoulder, then covered his mouth and said, "Do you still remember when we practiced one-on-one?"

Marcus nodded.

"what do you think?"

"It's okay, if you can break through me, you can naturally break through them too. Your explosive power is very strong, and sometimes I will be thrown away by you with just one step."

"Really, then you just stay behind and see how I break through them." Caesar said confidently.

After all, Schwab is still a second-tier player. After playing against him for so long, Caesar has gradually found his rhythm.

Speed, his own advantage is speed, but his shortcoming is also speed.

In a narrow range, the characteristics of fast speed under his feet will be brought into full play.

It didn't take long for Caesar to get his chance.

Slowly, Red and White Allen brought the situation back on the court, and the situation became [-]-[-].

The big cross got a few chances, but the shots all missed the baseline.

"Here!" Caesar pulled out of the restricted area and received the ball in Schwab's defense area.

Then he smashed the ball and turned around, directly facing his defense.

"I won't let you pass!"

"Exactly, I didn't think about it." Caesar smiled slightly and kicked the ball sideways.

not good!This guy wants to hit the door straight!

Schwab quickly stretched out his leg to block, but Kaiser raised his right leg and put it down again, and continued to dial the ball.

Schwab was beaten by him, his rhythm was a bit out of order, he gritted his teeth and continued to follow.

Caesar's continuous feints shook Schwab enough, his speed was too slow, so he could barely stretch his legs to reach it.

In this way, Caesar took the initiative.

After two or three strokes, Schwab finally couldn't keep up, and Kaiser also came to the most comfortable position during his training.

"Look at me!"

Caesar directly kicked the goal, Schwab staggered twice, trying to block it with his head.

Even so, he was still a beat behind.

Kaiser's continuous dribbling at the front of the penalty area made Freiburg helpless, just like his kick on the goal.

The ball bypassed everyone's defense, including the goalkeeper's ten fingers, and flew into the dead corner.

(End of this chapter)