atypical center forward

Chapter 21 Red Card
On January 21, in the third round of No.20 in the league, Valencia faced Wesken in an away game.

This team has been popular for relegation in recent seasons, but in the end they survived firmly in West Division A, relying on their outstanding performance at home and the increase in bonuses, so the Valencia players are full of fighting spirit.

"Poor Chu, you're going to be a substitute again, but you don't have a chance to be a hero this time. I'll settle the fight in the first half. It must be garbage time when you play." Cesc patted Chu Yang on the shoulder, full of confidence.

"I'll score twice as many goals as you score." Chu Yang gave him a disdainful look.

"Hey, the way I solve the battle is assists. Whoever compares with you in scoring, I score zero goals, even if you are a hundred times mine, you will still be zero."

"Hey, young man, you are good at math. It seems that you took little red flowers when you were in school."

"Of course, I got an A in math, but what the hell is Little Red Flower?"

"Chinese characteristics, you won't understand."

"Well, I really don't understand the mysterious ancient oriental country."

The game was approaching while the two chattered, the main players went into the locker room to receive the coach's instructions, while the substitute players warmed up outside.

Because there is not much playing time, this is the best opportunity for most of the substitute players and fans to face each other. Everyone performed very hard, and all kinds of difficult moves were like labor without money.

It's a pity that Chu Yang's ball control is only 11, which is barely above the middle among professional players. Of course, the deviation is very small, and it is still possible for him to bounce dozens or hundreds of balls in a row, but it is a bit difficult to play the ball well.

In fact, most of these guys are worse at handling the ball than Chu Yang, and many of their seemingly brilliant skills are actually just that.

"Hey, why is this brat so honest?" Mei Yun and Chu Yu had already decided to spend the Spring Festival with Chu Yang before going back to China, so this game also went out with the team.

"You want to toss something out again, don't you?" Mei Yun could not know what she was thinking.

"How could it be? I'm such a lady."

"A lady doesn't call herself a lady."

"Uh, what would a lady say about herself?"

"I can't answer your question. If you have the ability to ask Ah Yang, he will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Chu Yu stuck out her tongue and said, "Forget it, Ah Yang can't spit ivory out of his mouth, so it must be winning or losing."

Compared with Mestalla, the Arcolas stadium in Wescon is much shabby, with only more than 5000 seats, but all the seats are full, and the momentum is not small.

"Okay, the game has started," Valencia TV still broadcast the game live, and the old pair of Milk and Ugo were the commentators. "Valencia has set up the 451 formation we are familiar with. It needs to be pointed out that Chu Yang, who saved the team in the last game, is still sitting on the bench. Adrian is the lone striker. In addition, we can see that Mr. Xiao Luo, the owner of Valencia, appeared on the scene. He did not enter the VIP box, but sat in the stands."

"Lin left, and Xiao came. It seems that Valencia's oriental label can't be erased. I hope this is not a bad thing." Ugo expressed a bit worried.

He still has a vain position as an honorary chairman in Valencia. Xiao Luo and Chen Ping visited him at the beginning of his tenure. His impression of Xiao Luo is not bad, but impressions are impressions. No one knows how the club will develop in the future.

Wesken served first, and they also knew how heavy they were, so they played a defensive counterattack firmly. Valencia didn't get any good chances in the first few minutes.

Wesken's defensive counterattack is not the kind that some third-rate teams have defended or not, but the kind that can make the away fans jump with surprise attacks from time to time. Therefore, Valencia did not dare to play too aggressively.

Moya is still the most dazzling one. Valencia's most threatening attack came from his long-range shot. Unfortunately, the ball was a bit ridiculously high. His free kicks and sports shots have always been Valencia's unsolved mysteries.

The other Valencia players were not much better. The new boss was watching from the sidelines. They all performed extremely hard, but unfortunately, haste made waste. The more they wanted to score goals, the more they couldn't score.

The referee's control in this game is so-so, but he whistled a few obvious fouls in place, which temporarily quieted the excited Valencia players.

But it is temporary after all, and it was finally over 5 minutes before halftime.

The opponent's striker and midfielder made a two-for-one cooperation and were about to enter the penalty area. After being caught by Antonio, his mind became hot, and he rushed up with a fierce tackle. As a result, the opponent's striker was shoveled away with the ball.

The voice of the home commentator immediately became excited.

"It should have been a penalty. Batra was in the box and he could have shot. It was a rough foul. Valencia's No. 4 should be red and suspended."

"Penalty kick! Red card! Penalty kick! Red card!" The home fans shouted crazily as if they were going to overturn the Arcolas Stadium, and the away team fans shrunk in the corner seemed so powerless.

Milk said: "This is indeed a malicious foul. Antonio should get a card, but it is not a red card that needs to be considered. Penalties are impossible. The place where he fouled was outside the penalty area."

The referee came over and put his hand into his pocket. Moya, who was also rushing up, hurried forward, secretly grabbed the referee's hand to take out the card, and said anxiously: "Mr. Referee, he didn't mean it. He went for the ball. This is just an ordinary foul."

He didn't dare to say against his conscience that the ball was fine.

"Okay, Cesc, if you don't want to get a card too, take your hands away."

Moya still wanted to fight for it again, but Wesken's players had surrounded him and put pressure on the referee.

"Be quiet now, leave my side, or you will bear the consequences." The referee gave a warning, took out a card and held it up high.

red.

(End of this chapter)