number one striker

Chapter 97
"How do I feel that England is not as strong as the media say." Caesar said to Ozil in the locker room.

Team doctor Anne Walter was massaging Caesar's waist, and he complained that he was in pain as soon as he entered the locker room.Although Anne Walter thinks that Caesar is just pretending to be sick, the purpose is to make herself skin-to-skin with him.But everyone saw Caesar's performance, and Annie couldn't say it even if she thought so.

"You know the British media. Even if it's a piece of shit, they can blow it up as the number one in the world." Ozil said disdainfully.

Hrubesch slapped his hands: "Continue to maintain in the second half, the opponent will definitely speed up the offensive rhythm, as long as we can withstand their offensive, after 60 minutes, it will be our world."

Then, he emphasized again: "Caesar! Pay attention to your position and maintain a counterattack posture at any time."

"No problem!" Caesar raised his fist, only to be squeezed severely by Anne Walter.

"I knew you were faking it!" The team doctor rolled his eyes at Caesar, and Caesar said aggrievedly, "It might have been faking just now, but now it's real."

The 15-minute break passed quickly, and when Caesar walked out of the locker room, he found light rain in the air.Playing football in this kind of weather is the most prone to accidents.

Caesar suddenly thought that England's goalkeepers have always belonged to a very famous "butter selling group", and everyone has butter on their hands.In addition, it is raining a little now, which may stimulate their "butter hands" attribute.

"Mesut." Caesar patted Ozil on the shoulder, "Shoot as long as you have a chance, I guess the opponent's goalkeeper will definitely miss it."

Ozil glanced at Caesar: "First, don't hold grudges because he saved your one-handed goal, and slander the strength of the opponent's goalkeeper. He is still very strong. Second, I have average feet and it is difficult to score long shots."

Caesar pretended not to hear Ozil's first words, and said, "How will you know if you don't try it? I think you are in a good state today."

"Which game am I in a bad state?"

As expected of a little daughter-in-law, she's coquettish enough!
At the beginning of the second half, as Hrubesch said, England's offense was even faster than in the first half.

But the German players, their fans, and the media don't panic because they have Neuer.

Of course, not everyone counts on the goalkeeper in front of the goal. At least the defenders feel that the less times Neuer appears in front of the camera, the better.After all, the more limelight he gets, doesn't it mean that the defenders are more dereliction of duty?

"Milner holds the ball from the wing! He performed well in the first half, and the German team should focus on him."

Milner came to the left, he faced Baker's defense.

Milner thought in his mind that even if they broke through, they would not have a high point in the middle.Instead of wasting energy, it is better to cut inside and get close to the penalty area.

Just do it, Milner made a fake breakthrough, then with a flick of his ankle, he dribbled the ball horizontally to the top of the penalty area.

However, Khedira and Hummels had already prepared their burdens here, waiting for Milner to rush in by himself.Milner, who hit the south wall with his head, had to pass back and reorganize the attack.

Walcott didn't believe in evil. He asked Adam Johnson for the ball and prepared to break through by himself.

Walcott is faster than Bojan, but not as good with his feet.

This is a common problem of English players. Their breakthrough is basically a change of direction and acceleration, and their small skills are very rough.

Caesar has the same problem, so his advantage can only be manifested when he fights a counterattack. In positional warfare, Caesar usually has to be pulled to the side to take advantage of his speed.

The German defenders who have experienced Bojan's torture are also much more comfortable dealing with Walcott than in the first half.

"Walcott cuts inside! He's looking for Milner! Cross Milner! The latter picks the ball in! Walcott catches the ball! Good ball! He's stuck in position by Höwedes! A successful defense by the German team!"

"England U21 comeback! It's Walcott again! He overwhelmed Bernish on the wing with speed! Cut to the baseline! Watch out for his shot from a small angle! No shot! Inverted triangle return pass! Adam Johnson! Jr. Boateng desperately blocked his shot!"

"Hey, Jr. Boateng has been lying on the ground. The slow motion shows that the ball hit him in the face. The team doctor has already entered the field. Let us pray that Boateng is safe."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the German team players quickly replenished water.

The rain tended to get heavier, and Hewedes wiped his hair depressingly. He has a particularly big worry recently, which is hair loss.

Especially after coming to Sweden, every time I take a shower, the bathroom is full of hair.Now that it's raining, his carefully combed hairstyle can't hide the baldness on the top of his head.

Fortunately, he is tall, and everyone can't see it.

"Empty, yes, very empty."

Hewedes was shocked, the voice belonged to Caesar, he couldn't be talking about himself, could he?
"Yeah, it's really empty."

how!

Even Mesut saw it?
"In order to strengthen their offense, the defense line is empty. We must seize this opportunity." Caesar's voice.

call.

It turned out to be talking about the opponent's defense.

"Are you right, Bene (Benedict Hewedes)." Caesar said to Hewedes, this smile seemed extremely evil to the latter.

"I'm a defender, why do you ask me?" Hewedes complained and walked away quickly.

Caesar didn't know that Höwedes is a little bald now, but anyone who has watched the 14 World Cup knows that his hair volume is really horrible.

Boateng had some blood from his nose and went off to the field for treatment.

Joking aside, Caesar must now get serious.The opponent has been attacking for a while, and it is estimated that there is still some lack of stamina.If he can score a goal at this moment, the opponent's momentum will probably drop by a thousand miles.

"Pay attention to my position, pass it if you have the opportunity." Caesar nodded to Ozil and ran up.

England wanted to take advantage of the fact that the German team had one less player to launch a surprise attack, but Walcott slipped on his own foot and gave the ball directly to the German team.

The England fans at the scene let out a huge sigh, and Walcott was a little embarrassed, and rushed to Bernish to steal the ball.

"Mesut!"

Bernisch, a tall man, pushed Walcott away with a squeeze of his rear.

Ozil catches the ball, turns around, and moves in one go.

then.

"Take it!"

The pass came as expected, and Caesar ran diagonally from the side again and rushed to the center.

He caught the ball in front of Micah Richards, and after poking the ball away, he had to speed up his breakthrough.

Richards had no choice but to pull down Caesar and was awarded a yellow card.

Caesar raised his hand helplessly: "I won't be given a red card for this ball, I'm going to go it alone."

The referee glanced at Caesar. There was still 35 meters away from the goal, and there was a defender in front of him. You told me to go it alone?
Ozil put the ball on the ground and kicked Caesar who was still rambunctious: "Okay, let's go in and grab some points."

　Exactly 50 chapter tickets yesterday, 3 more today.

　　
　
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