atypical center forward

Chapter 14 A good striker never looks back at a goal
"What's going on? The Chinese stood up from the bench, as if arguing with Gressel? Could it be that he is dissatisfied with the decision-making of the head coach? This is not a good sign." Milk's tone changed from doubt to seriousness. Although the head coach of the Spanish team is not as powerful as those in the Premier League, it is not something that players can casually question in public. No one likes such a player in any league.

"No, no, no," Ugo suddenly laughed heartily, "He wants to play, it must be, hahaha, I knew this kid is the same kind of person as me, well, I have decided, as long as he scores nine goals this season, I will be his fan."

The audience who were watching the live broadcast couldn't help but burst out laughing as they thought of all kinds of crazy things about Ugo.

This guy is not just lawless. Not one or two of Valencia's head coaches were fired because they didn't agree with him. He was on the entertainment news more than on the sports news. Asking the coach to replace him is simply too childish.

"Xiaoyu, what is Ah Yang doing? Openly falling out with the head coach? Don't want a career?" Mei Yun is a high-level intellectual, and she doesn't help relatives under any circumstances. "Is that how I taught him?"

"Mom, don't worry, you don't know what kind of character Ah Yang is. When he is not sure, he is very low-key, and he is more cowardly than anyone else. When he is sure, he is more arrogant than anyone else. He is so arrogant. He must be very confident if he dares to do this." Chu Yu snickered, "This brat is going to make trouble again."

Mei Yun sighed secretly, and said: "Forget it, let him make trouble. It's better not to play football. It's tiring and dangerous. Why don't you go back to learn music with me obediently."

"That's right, mom is right," Chu Yu nodded, and her words were more ruthless than Mei Yun's, "If he doesn't score a goal, he will be arrested, and if he dares to touch a football again, his legs will be broken."

Gressel's rationality overcame his emotions, and Chu Yang played as he wished, with only 10 minutes left for him.

He replaced Adrian, who had been doing nothing throughout the game.

"Chu," Mo Ya lightly ran over to meet Chu Yang, "Did you see their two central defenders?"

"Number 6 and Number 4?" God knows what they are called.

"That's right, No. 6 is defending Adrian. He should be defending you later. No. 4 has already received a yellow card and dare not make big moves in the penalty area. I am very sure of breaking through him, so I will focus on dealing with him in the next time." Moya spoke quickly, but his thinking was very clear.

He didn't say that you were responsible for distracting No. 6 or paying attention to my pass and other nonsense, because he knew that Chu Yang understood these things better than him.

Chu Yang made an OK gesture with his left hand, patted Mo Ya's shoulder with his right hand, and said, "Don't worry, Cesc, there are still twenty minutes."

"Okay," Moya looked at Chu Yang, nodded, and said seriously, "Chu, it's up to you. Let's go to La Liga together and let those who look down on us see."

"Your imagination is faster than mine, and you want to go to La Liga," Chu Yang said, "Let's talk about it after winning this game."

The sideline kick had already been taken, and they didn't have time to communicate any more. Chu Yang ran to the frontcourt directly, and the opponent's No. 6 really posted it immediately.

"Hey, Chinese boy, I heard you are from La Liga?"

Nima, I'm 20 years old, and I'm still a boy. Is he sick?
Chu Yang complained secretly, and replied, "Who did you listen to?"

"Um, they all said that." No. 6 actually wanted to tease him about Chu Yang being sold to a lower league. It would be even better if he could let Chu Yang hit someone.

"Oh, brother, you were deceived," Chu Yang approached him, and said in a low voice, "Actually, I play table tennis, table tennis, you know?"

"Oh, of course I know, my grandma is a fan of table tennis, and your Chinese table tennis is very good," No. 6 is also a careless person, "but football is not good, listen to me, brother, you should go back to play table tennis."

"No, you don't understand. There is a saying in China that no one can win football in China, and no one can win table tennis in China. I changed my career because I couldn't win anyone. There are too many big devils in Chinese table tennis."

"What? Great Demon King?"

"You don't even know about the Great Demon King? You must have heard of Satan, right?"

Others are competing nervously, but the two strange ones look like they have a good time chatting and hate seeing each other late.

"What are the two of them doing? Trash talking? Psychological tactics?"

"It must be. The mentality of young players is not good. Chinese boys have to be careful, and they can't let the cunning Ibaka succeed."

"They won't fight. I heard that Chinese boys know Chinese Kung Fu, and Ibaka's leg will be broken."

Ibaka, who was "sputtering trash talk" with Chu Yang, was about to ask in detail what a big devil is, but found that Chu Yang suddenly turned around and ran into the restricted area.

Moya received a pass from the left midfielder Banderas, and after completing a one-two with another midfielder Lucio, he rushed towards the penalty area. Chu Yang had already come to the goal to respond.

"Hey, ping-pong boy, you can't escape, I'm here." Ibaka followed Chu Yang like a shadow.

Moya looked up and observed, and made a passing movement. The opponent's deep midfielder quickly stretched out his foot to block. Moya evaded his interception with a light dunk, and sent the ball into the penalty area. Ameyari's No. 4 quickly blocked in front of him.

"It's a beautiful fake fax. Cesc's skills are getting more and more proficient. I heard that many La Liga teams have offered him offers. I don't know if it's true, but I want to say that Cesc should go to a higher level league. He shouldn't waste time in La Liga. Well, what I mean is that he should take Valencia to La Liga. That's his stage."

"Now there is a No. 9 striker from China in the penalty area. Lucio is behind Cesc and is ready to meet him at any time. Banderas and Garcia are also entering the penalty area from both sides. Cesc is making fake moves with beautiful feet. But the defensive player is very experienced. He didn't go up to grab it rashly, but retreated slowly..." Milk spoke quickly, and each word came out like a machine gun.

Moya, who was riding a bicycle, saw that he couldn't shake No. 4, so he stopped suddenly. No. 4 was waiting for this moment, and he stepped out quickly at the moment he stopped.

The referee was not far away. No. 4, who already had a yellow card on his body, did not dare to make other dangerous moves.

It's just that his clean kick missed the air, and the ball was rolled out by Mo Yawai's instep.

After passing the ball, Moya passed by No. 4, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that Chu Yang had already stepped forward to catch the ball.

pretty!Man, pass the ball back now.Moya screamed in his heart.

"Cesc didn't try to be brave. He passed the ball and Chu received the ball. They wanted to have a two-for-one."

"Cooperate against the wall! Ibaka, stop him!" Ameyari's goalkeeper shouted, pointing at Moya.

Moya has completely thrown away No. 4 and faced the goalkeeper. In front of him on the left is Chu Yang who is facing the goal and receiving the ball.

There was an Ibaka between Chu Yang and the goalkeeper. Everyone knew that Chu Yang would knock the ball across the goal in the next step. What Moya had to do was to find a shooting angle and shoot the ball into the goal from where the goalkeeper could not reach.

Chu Yang seemed to be planning to do the same. He looked up at Moya, as if a simple and comfortable sticking to the earth would come out in the next second.

Milk thinks so, Hugo thinks so, Gressel thinks so, Brady thinks so, Moya thinks so, everyone thinks so.

This owner naturally included Ibaka, so he rushed out as soon as Chu Yang's foot moved, and slid across the passing path between Chu Yang and Moya.

Then shoveled empty.

"Chu Yang's biography... Oh! Clever Ibaka, his prediction is right... Wait! Where's the ball?"

The ball is lying quietly in the goal.

Chu Yang didn't pass the ball. He just stood there without moving. With a flick of his ankle, he turned sideways and pushed the ball into the goal.
The only defensive player, Ibaka, was deceived by his movement of looking up at Moya, and made a clean and neat sliding tackle, while others were attracted by Ibaka's standard sliding tackle, even the goalkeeper also focused on Moya.

"In ancient times, there was Ronaldinho who didn't look at people passing the ball, and now there is Chu Yang who doesn't look at the goal and shoots. Pooh, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!"

The moment Chu Yang kicked the ball, he rushed towards the stand where his mother and sister were. He never looked at the goal from the beginning to the end, even after the shot.

A real man never looks back at the explosion, and a good striker never looks back at the goal.

(End of this chapter)