green mercenary

Chapter 286 Angry Dewey

"Xiaotian, don't be angry." On the court, some players who were close to Bai Xiaotian were still persuading Bai Xiaotian.

For Bai Xiaotian, he is not very angry at the moment.

He knew that it must be wrong for him to take the initiative to attack the opponent.

The most famous head hammer in history is Qi Zu's final battle.At that moment, France directly defeated the Hercules Cup.

But this is the World Youth Championship, not the World Cup.For young people's games, the referee's scale is still very large.

What's more, the referee knew that Bai Xiaotian was the core of the national youth team. If he was sent off, the national youth would basically be hopeless.Then this World Youth Championship has been completely reduced to a game between South Americans. This is obviously not what the referees and some European fans want to see.

So under various relationships, Bai Xiaotian still stayed on the field.

"It's okay, I'm not angry, just kick it well!" Bai Xiaotian waved his hands, not looking at who was behind him who cared about him.

It can be said that the first time I didn't control my emotions, but the second time was definitely intentional.While Bai Xiaotian has a steelyard in his heart, he is also walking a tightrope on the edge of the cliff.

The game was too stalemate, and there was nothing they could do about the opponent.

But the Brazilian team led by one goal to achieve the purpose of defense, and they persisted until the end of the game to advance.And what about Guoqing?

The national youth players can persist until now, relying on their unyielding energy.

Now nearly an hour has passed since the game, and many players have reached the end of their battles.

In many cases, no matter how hard you work, you are limited by your physical fitness.

Looking at the players on the national youth field, some have yellow cards, some are injured, and some are physically weak.Bai Xiaotian has no idea how long his teammates can hold on, and whether Guoqing can tie the score.

The strength gap between the Brazilian team and the national youth team is simply too big, so big that it can be seen at a glance.Being able to persevere until now is entirely due to the energy held back by the National Youth League.

So Bai Xiaotian directed and staged a good show in order to let his teammates maintain their hard work so that they could compete with each other for a longer period of time.

Sure enough, the referee did not send himself off, but gave a yellow card without pain, allowing the game to continue.

After this incident, the pent-up energy of the national youth team was carried on by Bai Xiaotian.It has been more than an hour since the game, looking at his teammates who are still running and stealing, Bai Xiaotian sighed, wondering how long they can last.

Milu put down the small camera on his neck at this time, looked at the national youth players on the field and shook his head.

There is no need to doubt Bai Xiaotian's strength, but his teammates still need to be strengthened.

Qu Bo's speed is fast, but his body is too thin.It not only affects the reception and breakthrough, but also affects the final kick pass.

Buzz Guangyan and Xu Liang are both good in physical fitness, good in speed, and can also pass a good kick.But after comparing the two of them with each other's blackness, they were completely suppressed sadly.Even the skin color is not as dark as the opponent's, how can this be played?
Others such as Yu Tao, Gao Ming and others couldn't help Bai Xiaotian on offense.

Bai Xiaotian has always been isolated and helpless in the frontcourt. He can earn a header and ferry the ball to his teammates;

But the reality is that it is very difficult for the national youth players to grab the second spot; and their passes cannot be passed over Bai Xiaotian's head at all.

Panting heavily, Bai Xiaotian quietly came to Qu Bo's side with an opponent's goal kick.

"Get out of him, and then just pass the ball to the middle of the penalty area!" He pointed and said nothing.

Qu Bo was too tired right now, his body was thin and weak, after running back and forth four or five times, he was out of breath.

Following Bai Xiaotian's finger, Qu Bo saw Andre Zinho, that guy who was darker than Xu Liang and Bas Guangyan combined.

"Don't worry, I've been observing him for a long time." Bai Xiaotian comforted him again, "I have the confidence to attack him, you can definitely do it!"

Hearing this, Qu Bo's eyes, which were already exhausted, ejaculated again.

Bai Xiaotian's words were very learned, "I can beat him, and you can!" Qu Bo felt much more at ease when he said such words.Although he knew that this was Bai Xiaotian's self-effacing words, but Qu Bo still felt a boundless motivation welling up from his heart.

"Okay, just wait, the task will definitely be completed!" Qu Bo patted his chest and promised confidently.

"Don't go too far, play hard to get." Bai Xiaotian finished his final confession, and distanced himself from Qu Bo.

"Playing hard to get?" Qu Bo smacked, seeming to understand.

In the next ten minutes or so, under Bai Xiaotian's intentional shift, the national youth team's offense was all on the right.

After Qu Bo received Bai Xiaotian's through ball, he would often step forward with his right foot and stride forward.

Andrezinho posted it immediately, while Qu Bo stopped after being chased by the opponent, handed the ball to his teammates behind him, and reorganized the attack.

After several unsuccessful attacks by the National Youth League, seeing their teammates defending successfully, the Brazil midfielder gradually distanced itself from the winger and put the focus of defense on Bai Xiaotian.

In the 76th minute of the game, the national youth players who had run for most of the time began to experience cramps one after another.

Cramps are not something that you can persist by gritting your teeth and persevering.

Seeing Zhang Yaokun fell to the ground again, Dewey hastily lifted the opponent's legs, put them on his lower abdomen, and broke the soles of the opponent's feet.

Shen Xiangfu directly called Sun Ji who had been warming up for a few minutes to his side, and whispered something.

"Woo, it hurts! It hurts, Brother Wei!" Zhang Yaokun said coquettishly while lying flat on the ground while watching Dewey wrestle his feet.

"Yaokun, bear with it, straighten your legs and turn your toes up."

"Ah! Ah!" Zhang Yaokun hummed in pain, and moved his feet down slowly by the way.

It was only a few inches away. When Zhang Yaokun's heel touched Dewey's sensitive place, Dewey said angrily, "What the hell are you doing? If you want to enjoy it, let's go back and enjoy it. I'll let you come here a few times! But do you know where this is? This is the stadium! This is the battlefield! We are still lagging behind! Everyone is still fighting, how can you do this?"

"Wei, Brother Wei, I, I just want my teammates to rest for a while!" Zhang Yaokun obviously didn't expect Dewey to get so angry, and he was so wronged that he almost burst into tears.

"Take a break? You need to take a short break? It's not that you haven't played football before, and your teammates are relying on this strength to support you. Do you know how many people are discouraged because of this?" Dewey still refused to let go, growling at Zhang Yaokun.

Looking at the angry Dewey, Zhang Yaokun's tears were swaying in his eyes.

"Brother Wei, is Yaokun okay?" Zhou Lin asked carefully from the side.

"He's fine! Nothing at all!" Dewey pressed Zhang Yaokun hard a few more times, and put his right leg down. "Get up for me, don't pretend so much!"

Dewey looked back at Sun Ji who was getting ready on the sidelines, bent down and put Zhang Yaokun's arm on his neck. "Get up quickly, your teammates are waiting to replace you!"

"Woooooooo, I don't! Brother Wei, you are so aggressive with me, I hurt, I can't get up, woooooo!" At this critical moment, Zhang Yaokun, who was sitting on the turf, couldn't get up, and acted arrogantly.

(End of this chapter)