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Chapter 82 Why should I say something else?

Then it was Cazorla's turn to attack.

He also wanted to follow Fan Bizhuang's example and "return him with the same way", but this little trick was mercilessly exposed by Fan Bizhuang, and he could only use his own ability to break through Fan Bizhuang Bi Zhuang's defense.

Fan Bizhuang's defense was indeed sloppy. Cazorla dribbled the ball forward steadily, and a fake move around the straddle caused Fan Bizhuang to stretch his feet. The other side of Bi Zhuang's body broke through.

"Hmph, scumbag!"

The moment he passed Fan Bizhuang's body, Cazorla spat out two mocking words.

After taking a few steps forward with the ball, Cazorla was still a long way from the penalty area, and Cazorla felt a slight panting sound behind him. Sure enough, Fan Bizhuang quickly caught up with him using his extremely fast speed.

Cazorla was a little depressed, but there was nothing he could do. Facing Fan Bizhuang's defense, he made another move with his left foot around the span.

This time, Fan Bizhuang was not fooled.

But immediately after, Cazorla's right heel followed, which was also a movement around the span.

Fan Bizhuang's eyes froze, the left foot circling was a fake move, the right foot should be real, right?He immediately raised his foot and stepped forward, but naturally he missed again.

"idiot!"

This kind of passing is not too easy, Cazorla taunted again, successfully broke through lightly, and continued to dribble forward.

Fan Bizhuang was not discouraged, and turned around to catch up quickly.

Cazorla continued to show delicate and dexterous little skills, and once again passed his opponent.

Fan Bizhuang chased after him, was thrown away again, chased again, and was thrown away again...

The two of them were chasing after each other in the half-court space, and tirelessly staged a good show of chasing and counter-chasing for the melon-eaters onlookers.

"San Diego's breakthrough ability is really good. It's a little flowery, but it's practical."

"I can't bear to watch it. Fan Bei has been through a miserable life, time and time again, it's too horrible to look at!"

"I really admire this kid. If I had been through so many times, I would have given up long ago, not to mention breaking down. He has great perseverance, has been chasing after him, and has never been discouraged! Good job!"

Amidst the discussions of his teammates, Fan Bizhuang failed to snatch the football in the end. Cazorla broke through all the way into the penalty area, and shot a low shot through Nihat's ten fingers.

Nihat made a flying save, but in the end it was a temporary cameo, far worse than the real goalkeeper, so naturally he didn't save anything.However, his saving action is quite different from Fan Bizhuang's previous shot. This is obviously treated differently. Fan Bizhuang's shot is suspected of letting go, while Cazorla's shot is going all out.

"One is scum, the other is shameless! No wonder these two shameless guys can become friends, they really are a nest of snakes and rats!"

Cazorla thought resentfully in her heart, but her mouth kept panting.

Although he won this sentence, it was definitely not easy.Fan Bizhuang is like a koala, constantly entangled with him, one time he can deal with it easily, two times he can not change his face, three times, four times, five times... Well, he is very patient , and almost got entangled into a rage, this consumption of physical energy is not light!
"It's you. This time, I will never let you score easily!"

Cazorla kicked the ball to Fan Bizhuang, with an unyielding provocation on his face.

Fan Bizhuang chuckled and put on a posture without saying much.

Cazorla is serious, he will not give the opponent another chance to sneak attack.

However, the space in the half court is really too big. For Fan Bizhuang, the large open space allows him to gallop freely without the slightest scruples—except for Cazorla, there is no other The defensive player is now, he can run however he wants, speed up however he wants!
Cazorla was once again in tragedy. This time, Fan Bizhuang fiddled with the football cautiously first, and then kicked the football from the opponent's right side with a big kick, while his body quickly passed from the card. Sola's left crossed, and a simple man's ball was passed!

But no matter how simple it is, coupled with Fan Bizhuang's unparalleled speed, Cazorla can only look up to the sky and sigh, in vain.

Fan Bizhuang easily caught up with the football, drove straight in, and scored again!

2:1!Fan Bizhuang makes another success!
Cazorla suddenly felt that it was a very stupid thing for him to fight Fan Bizhuang in this way, because the opponent could almost use his speed to eat all kinds of tricks and suppress him to death. The opponent's relaxed appearance, compared to the fact that I have to be exhausted if I want to score a goal, this damn, it's just stupid!

"Come again!"

Depressed and depressed, Cazorla still wouldn't give up, took over the football, and started his tiresome "breakthrough journey".

Not surprisingly, Fan Bizhuang once again turned into a dog skin plaster, sticking it tightly over and over again.

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"Where are you going, Monsieur Manuel?"

In the distance, Ruben, who was watching the duel between the two with relish, suddenly noticed that the head coach next to him turned around and raised his feet. He asked a question a little suspiciously.

"Don't watch it, it's not interesting, the result is already doomed."

Pellegrini glanced at the training ground in the distance and shook his head.

"The result is doomed?" Ruben was a little confused, and he said, "I think it's very suspenseful. You see, Fan's speed is very fast. He scored twice in two chances, so he might not lose. ?”

"..." Pellegrini gave the assistant a sanitary ball speechlessly, "I mean San Diego is doomed!"

"Ah, can't it? San Diego's breakthrough ability is so good, and the rhythm is also very good. Fan can't steal the ball from him at all. How could he lose?"

"..."

Pellegrini was speechless again, and waved his hand: "Such a large space is completely a chance for Fan to sprint at will. San Diego can't stop him, and Fan can easily score goals again and again. As for San Diego, It is not so easy for him to score goals, Fan entangles him very tightly, he can do it once or twice, but if there are too many times, he will not be able to hold on."

"Is that so?"

Ruben didn't believe it. In his opinion, Cazorla's breakthrough was still as sharp as ever, and Fan Bizhuang couldn't stop it at all. Although Fan Bizhuang's entanglement was urgent, it was only a little troublesome, as long as he continued to break through all the way Going down, scoring is still very simple.

"Fan can always score goals without making mistakes, but San Diego can't. This is determined by the football style of the two. It is foolish to make this bet with Fan!" Pellegrini said very firmly, He turned around and walked while saying, "Don't believe me? Then you can stay and have a look."

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"How could this be?"

At the end of the duel, Cazorla propped his hands on his knees, gasping for breath while whispering to himself in disbelief.

The final result was 5:3. Fan Bizhuang scored all five goals, but he only scored three goals. That is to say, he lost this matchup.

This made him a little unacceptable, and at the same time unwilling to accept it.The rookie he had always looked down upon, actually... beat him?
Although in the duel, he also felt the tremendous pressure brought by Fan Bizhuang's repeated entanglement, but it was just pressure. He was still able to shake off the opponent over and over again, and then kept moving forward.

He's tried his best, but it turns out...

Cazorla's face was full of frustration, looking at Fan Bizhuang who was laughing shoulder to shoulder with Nihat, his heart was full of unwillingness and...frustration.

"Do you know why you lost?"

The "referee" Josico came to his side.

Cazorla raised his head suspiciously, was stunned for a long time, and thought for a long time before nodding bitterly.

"You are a very talented player. I don't need to tell you the reason, but you can understand it." Hosico shook his head and sighed. More than that. But everyone has their own advantages, and Fan also has his own advantages, so you can’t look down on him, what you have, he doesn’t have, and what he has, you may not be able to match. You are teammates, yes As a family, you can be proud, but you cannot deny him! Do you understand?"

Cazorla hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

"Don't be discouraged. Although you lost this time, Fan's skills and breakthroughs still have a long way to go. Again, you have something you are good at, and he can't compare to you in this regard."

The old captain's words brought back all the confidence in Cazorla's heart, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and just as he was about to say something, Nihat and Fan Bizhuang walked over shaking with arms folded.

"Remember our bet, as I said, I am looking forward to such a scene!"

Fan Bizhuang left with a smirk, and walked away again.

Nihat was not afraid of big things when watching the excitement, and shouted excitedly: "Shout 'I'm an idiot' at the camera, San Diego! Ha, Villarreal needs another idiot, another laughingstock Oh... Hey, why did I say 'again'? Looks like I'm calling myself an idiot, damn it..."

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, the mood just got better because of Hosico's comfort, and sank again, thinking that in the near future, he would point to the egg and shout "I am Stupid", that picture is simply too beautiful to look at.

"Damn bastards! Two bastards!"

Cazorla gritted his teeth angrily.

Hosico shook his head, but couldn't hold back, and laughed lowly.

With him, there were other players, a group of people, all of whom laughed unscrupulously.

(End of this chapter)