atypical center forward

Chapter 22 How did you win before?
Game No. 40 minutes, red card plus a free kick.

Antonio walked off the field annoyed, Gressel patted him on the shoulder, and Heike handed him a towel.

"I'm sorry, boss."

"It's okay, calm down next time and go to rest."

Antonio went to the bench and sat down, covering his face with a towel.

Gressel took a deep breath and replaced the central midfielder Lucio with a backup defender.

Naturally, Lucio's complexion couldn't be better.

"Sorry, Lucio." Gressel didn't explain much, he believed that Lucio could understand his difficulties.

Lucio is a professional player, so he still has this knowledge, but it is impossible for him to happily accept being substituted in the first half. He just nodded and walked to the bench to sit down.

On the other side, Batra, who was carried off the field after rolling on the ground for three and a half laps, entered the field alive and kicking. Naturally, the Valencia fans would not let him go, and booed him directly. Unfortunately, it was in his territory, and the voices of the Wesken fans quickly overshadowed him.

"Batra personally took the free kick, Cayo was setting up the wall, all Valencia players participated in the defense, and even Moya entered the penalty area, leaving only Adrian waiting for the opportunity."

"Di!"

The whistle sounded, and Bartra lightly rubbed a curve ball.

The human wall jumped high, but failed to block the football. Fortunately, Kayo had quick eyesight and quick hands, judged the right direction, and jumped to save the ball.

"The ball went around the wall and was saved. Well done, Fernand... um, the ball went in, and it was... Cesc."

Wesken's players froze for a moment, then shouted wildly, and ran to the sidelines to celebrate wildly.

Moya's face turned black, and the ball saved by Kayo fell into the penalty area, causing a scuffle, and then hit his foot inexplicably, and then flew into the goal even more inexplicably.

"Goal! Thank you Cesc. Prince Mestalla's own goal helped us lead Valencia. Now it's only the first half. Wesken has already led by one goal. You heard me right. Wesken, who is ranked 3th, is ahead of No.[-] Valencia."

Valencia's stands were silent, but Wesken's was overly lively.

Moya walked back to his own half with a sullen face. Others came up to comfort him twice, but the young captain's face was still frighteningly cold.

When the game restarted, Moya went crazy as expected. He didn't even pass the ball, and he was single-minded. He even passed two or three players at every turn. He defended quickly and ruthlessly. Unfortunately, the opponent was well prepared and dug a hole lightly to get him a yellow card.

The first half of the game ended with laughter from Wesken, the main defender was sent off, the captain and offensive core received a yellow card, and the score fell behind. The situation was extremely unfavorable for Valencia.

"The first half is over. Cesc must adjust as soon as possible. The own goal was purely accidental, but his performance after scoring an own goal is not worthy of the armband on his arm. The new owner of Valencia witnessed the team's poor performance in the stands. Perhaps it was because of his appearance that the players lost their composure. It's hard."

"Of course, we have to emphasize that the Chinese in Valencia are not only the one sitting in the stands, but also the one on the bench. That's right, I'm talking about Chu Yang. His performance in the last game is obvious to all. If I were Marco, I would definitely send him on the field immediately. Adrian's condition is really terrible."

Close-ups of Xiao Luo frequently appeared on the big screen of the stadium, but the Chinese boss did not show any expression of frustration, but waved his hand at the camera naturally.

The main players entered the locker room one after another, and Gressel suddenly stopped Heike and said, "Let Chu warm up."

"know."

Chu Yang, who was walking at the end of the line, was about to walk into the passage when he was suddenly stopped by Hekla.

"What's the matter, Onnes?"

"You don't need to go in, go warm up."

"clear."

Chu Yang stopped in his tracks, and was about to go back, when Heike stopped him suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yang asked.

"We're going to win, aren't we?"

"Of course," Chu Yang smiled confidently at him, "As long as I'm here."

Even without Rejoice, Chu Yang would still be so confident, because Wesken's strength is just like their rankings. They are really good. Valencia's guys are purely because Xiao Luo sat on the sidelines, and their desire to perform is too strong. In addition, they were really unlucky, so they got so miserable in the first half. I believe the situation will definitely be different after the halftime adjustment.

The facts were exactly as Chu Yang imagined. After the start of the second half, the Valencia team played steadily like a different team. Even though one offensive player was missing, the offensive line composed of Moya, Adrian, Banderas and Garcia still posed many threats to Wesken, and this threat was quickly converted into goals.

In the 60th minute of the game, Banderas took the ball on the left side and quickly took the ball to the center in the face of the opponent's full-back. Moya quickly changed positions with him, and then caught the ball passed by him.

"Cesc took the ball from the left, broke through the baseline, the defender came up, Adrian had already entered the penalty area, could this be a cross? Beautiful! Cesc tricked the defender, cut into the penalty area from the left, he passed the ball to Adrian, Adrian got the ball with his back, Wesken's defense was in place, Adrian didn't have a chance, he passed the ball back to Cesc, what would Cesc do?"

Moya made a gesture to shoot, and the opponent's defender immediately blocked him. Moya passed him cleanly with a light dunk. After that, things were simple. He swung his legs, shot hard, and the football went straight into the goal.

"Goal! Cesc Moya! He rushed from the left, made a match with Adrian, and then passed the defender and sent the ball into the net. The captain of Valencia completed his self-salvation with a goal from sports that he is not good at."

After scoring the goal, Moya rushed to the sidelines, kicked the corner flag hard, and then roared fiercely, and his teammates rushed up to surround him.

Game No. 60 minutes, the score was 1:1. Although one player was missing, Valencia was full of momentum, full of fighting spirit from top to bottom.

Except for Adrian, because he was replaced, Chu Yang was naturally on the field.

"Cesc kicked the corner flag fiercely and roared. Cesc like this is rare. It seems that our captain is under a lot of pressure. Oh, Chu Yang has finally played, and there are still [-] minutes left for him. Will the Chinese create another miracle? Let us wait and see."

"Oh, dear Chu, you are finally playing."

"Cesc, didn't you say that the battle was resolved in the first half? Didn't you say that it was already garbage time when I came on the court? What's the situation now?"

"Okay, there was a little accident, but I have corrected it, we have a lot of time, three and ten minutes, it is enough for you, isn't it?"

"Okay, dear Moya, let me score the goal, but you have to answer me a question first, I couldn't figure it out just now off the court," Chu Yang said, "How the hell did you win so many games without me?"

(End of this chapter)