atypical center forward

Chapter 16 The Great Demon King

There was no defensive player in front of him, so Chu Yang didn't need to pay attention to any dribbling skills, he just pushed the ball and chased after him.

After two more steps, they entered the restricted area, and all the audience stood up, and exclamations suddenly sounded.

No. 4 suddenly shoveled from behind, without any intention of stopping.

It's a tackle directed at people.

Instinctively, Chu Yang felt something was wrong, so he quickly jumped up. Although he avoided the spikes of No. 4 shoe, he still tripped over him and fell to the ground.

"Foul! Foul! This is a flagrant foul! Chu has no ball under his feet, this is an action that should be suspended!"

The fans on the sidelines were also excited.

"Damn Ameyari! You don't deserve to play football!"

"Poor Chu, hope he's okay."

"The butcher, he should play ugly English or Italian football."

Mei Yun and Chu Yu's hearts tightened, the mother and daughter held hands together unknowingly, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Chu Yang stand up, as if nothing serious happened.

"Beep!" The urgent whistle sounded, and the referee ran over, reached into his pocket, and held up a red card.

No. 4 gave Chu Yang a hard look, cursed something, ignored the referee, and walked out.

Other Ameyari players wanted to plead with the referee, but when they saw No. 4, they resigned to their fate.

"Chu, are you okay?" Mo Ya arrived first, looking at Chu Yang's feet worriedly.

"It's okay, I just tripped over it." Chu Yang said, shaking his feet.

"That's good."

"Chu looks okay, thank God," Milk said. "Valencia won a free kick at the front of the penalty area. Let's see Cesc."

"Damn it!" Brady kicked the water bottle on the sidelines, attracting the fourth official's malicious gaze. He hurriedly looked at the field, pretending not to know anything, but the Valencia fans would not let him go, and directly booed him.

"Go to the left, stand alone here," Ameyari's goalkeeper directed his teammates to put on the wall, "Ibaka, you don't need it, you follow the Chinese No. 9, and be careful of his follow-up shot."

Ibaka, who was about to be a human wall, walked towards Chu Yang dejectedly. To be honest, he felt a little embarrassed by Chu Yang.

But Chu Yang welcomed him very much.

"Hey buddy, see you again."

"Okay, ping-pong boy, don't talk to me, or I can't guarantee that I won't punch your handsome face."

"Oh, although you are praising me for being handsome, it still makes me sad. I hit it off with you and want to make friends with you."

Ibaka believed that he was a ghost, and stared directly at Moya who was about to make a free throw, ignoring Chu Yang, but he disappeared as soon as he ignored Chu Yang, and Ibaka could only chase after Chu Yang who couldn't change his position with a headache.

Moya set the ball up, took a few steps back, panted slightly and waited for the referee's whistle.

This is his best position. Normally, he would be at least [-]% sure to score directly, but now it is different.

He is too tired.

Valencia's offensive was almost entirely dependent on him, and the explosion just now in the penalty area greatly consumed his energy.

"I can only try to pass the ball," Moya thought to himself, "Chu should be fine, right?"

He has always taken the team's free kicks, and he has never specially practiced any free kick tactics. If you want to play cooperation, you can only rely on the tacit understanding between teammates or the forward's personal ability.

There was no such thing as a tacit understanding between Chu Yang and Mo Ya, but Chu Yang should be trustworthy in terms of ability.

Moya ran up and kicked a curveball.

The ball flew over the wall, it seemed that the quality was not very good, and it fell limply a few meters away from the goal.

All the players in Ameyari breathed a sigh of relief, only Ibaka suddenly gave a sharp zero, turned his head and saw that the ping-pong kid had already ran two steps away.

"Cesc's free kick was terrible, wait! Chu! He's chasing the ball! It's not a shot, it's a pass!"

The football was falling towards the front left side of the small penalty area, and Chu Yang was chasing from the right side of the small penalty area, while the goalkeeper rushed towards the ball. Judging by the speed, Chu Yang should have hit the ball first.

Everyone else ran towards the football half a second slower, but it was obviously too late.

When the football fell, Chu Yang jumped up, turned around, swung his legs, and lightly touched the middle and lower part of the ball with his heels. The football bounced again and fell over the goalkeeper's head into the goal.

Da Fengxian's scorpion tail flickered for the first time at the Mestalla Stadium, and the whole stadium seemed to be eerily quiet for two seconds before suddenly erupting.

Chu Yang opened his arms, raised his head slightly, and imitated Da Feng's goal and walked towards the stands with an expression of "I'm just like that".

It was Moya who flew there first, and jumped onto Chu Yang's back without saying a word.

"Damn it, Cesc, get off now, I don't like men."

Moya laughed loudly, jumped down, grabbed Chu Yang's neck from behind and shook violently, shouting, "Damn Chu, are you God? Only God can shoot like this."

"God damn it, I want to be the Great Demon King," Chu Yang shook off his clutches, "How about the Great Demon King who dominates the world's football world, doesn't it sound interesting?"

"Sentimental? No, it's very childish! Only elementary school students would think this kind of title is cool. I have to say, Chu, you have a childlike innocence."

"Cut! You don't understand!"

"A magical goal. Chu kicked the ball into Ameyari's goal with a roundabout kick. Let's see how chic his movements are. Oh, he is the same as before. He doesn't even look at the goal. Is this a popular way to celebrate this year? Or is it a special hobby of the Chinese? Dias, what do you think of this goal?"

"Very good, as good as my goal in the European Cup."

"Hahaha, you mean that bad heel goal of yours? Did I tell you that your celebration was so ugly, ok, ok, I know you want to say that times are different, let's talk about this goal. I guess the audience wants to know how it will be judged by professionals like you?"

"Evaluation? Well, the evaluation is his nine goals. I declare that I am already a fan of Yang Chu."

"No, no, no, it should be called Chu Yang. Chu is the surname, and Yang is the first name. Chinese names are different from ours. Hey, Dias, don't look at me with such admiring eyes. I have no research on Chinese culture. I just did my homework. I knew that Chu would become a big man. According to the Chinese, it is called a must become a great weapon. You see, I am not as good as you in playing football, but you are far worse than me in terms of vision."

(End of this chapter)