atypical center forward

Chapter 29
The place of the foul was a bit far from the goal, and even if he wanted to shoot directly, he was barely able to do so. It was a waste of opportunity to gamble on luck.

Valencia's other midfielder, Garcia, is a heavy shooter. Unfortunately, this guy's set ball is as bad as Moya's open shot, so Leonesa's wall is a bit careless.

Both Chu Yang and Moya came to the penalty spot. Everyone thought they were discussing tactics. Leonesa's head coach even called his full-backs to the sidelines and solemnly told him, "Let Sanz and Isaac watch the number 9 together. I don't want him to touch the ball, not even for a second."

"Understood, coach." The full-back was a little disapproving. The guy who was blown up like a god was actually the same thing. If he became a striker himself, he would not be much worse than him. However, Mr. Coach is so serious, so he can only run over to convey the coach's instructions more seriously.

"Cesc, did you do it on purpose? You sinister fellow."

"Hey man, I'm helping you, and that guy did foul, you're so heartless."

"Okay, I owe you this once." It was the first time Chu Yang encountered such a targeted defense. It seemed that it was difficult to break the stalemate with conventional methods in this game. This free kick was indeed the best opportunity.

"Hey, what are you two discussing, do you need my cooperation?" Garcia approached Moya and Chu Yang curiously.

"Cooperate?" Moya showed a strange expression and nodded, "It seems to be really necessary."

"Oh? What do I need to do? To divert the guards or serve as a feint point?" He wanted to take the penalty, but he still knew himself. One of them is the captain and the number one star, and the other is the owner's fellow and the team's top knife. This kind of thing is not up to him.

"Uh, no need." Mo Ya said embarrassedly that he was thinking too much, "It will be of great help if you dodge a little when Chu shoots."

"Well, okay, huh?" Garcia didn't turn his head, "Chu? Shoot?"

"Correct."

"Oh, I see." Garcia thought Moya was talking about free kick cooperation, Moya passed the ball, Chu Yang caught the ball and shot.

Mo Ya smiled maliciously, secretly thinking that your hearing is still good.

The referee saw that the crowd was almost lined up, but Chu Yang still had no intention of leaving, so he quickly reminded: "Are you ready?"

Chu Yang and Mo Ya looked at each other and nodded like underground party joints. Then Mo Ya stepped aside, and Chu Yang backed away.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Milk, who was broadcasting live, expressed the doubts of the fans. "Chu didn't leave, but stood on both sides of the ball with Cesc. Oh, that's not right. It should be said that Cesc stood on the side of the ball, just like when he was preparing for free throws, while Chu retreated behind the ball and was far away, which made him look more like a defensive player. What happened?"

"You don't understand?" Wu Ge, who was sitting next to him, said, "Chu wants to make a free throw."

"Chu?" Milk's business suddenly improved, "Penalty kick? Free kick? Are you kidding Dias?"

The audience at the scene and watching the live broadcast were also in an uproar. Even Valencia's bench rang out a series of "what are they going to do"?
The camera was fixed on Valencia's head coach, Mr. Marco Gressel. He looked very calm, with a look of "everything is under the control of the old man". God knows that he also scolded the two guys who didn't play cards according to common sense to death.

Everyone was puzzled and thought that Chu Yang was standing there playing tricks and Moya was the one who took the penalty. Garcia, who had discussed with them just now, was the one who actually took the shot.

Chu Yang took a deep breath. In fact, he was not very sure.

He learned from Roberto Carlos' free kick, and now he is taking the penalty at this distance. He naturally thought of the super arc that Carlos scored in the Four Nations Invitational Tournament that shocked the world.

It’s just that there should be a lot of luck to be able to score that free kick. The state and mentality of the free kicker, the wind speed and direction on the pitch, the position of the opponent’s wall, the position of the goalkeeper, etc., all of which are indispensable. I am afraid that if Carlos kicks a hundred kicks by himself, he will not be able to score many. Even if he scores, he may not be able to kick such an exaggerated trajectory.

Even if there is a system to help cheat, Chu Yang can perfectly present Carlos' best technical skills when kicking free kicks almost every time, but in practice, he can only kick out that terrifying arc when he is lucky.

When the whistle sounded, Moya stayed still, Chu Yang ran up, and there were exclamations from the stands.

"Oh my god, it's really Chu who wants to make a free throw. There are more than [-] meters away from the goal. Oh, his approach distance is also very far, and the way of approach is very strange. Could this be a fake move, and Cesc is the one who actually made the free throw?"

Although Milk's speech was fast, Chu Yang's movements were even faster.

Just like what Milk said, his run-up method has never been seen before. Of course, this is for people in this world. Fans in Chu Yang's previous life talked about this method of run-up. Many people in amateur golf courses have learned this kind of run-up that looks full of style.

He first took small steps quickly on the spot, and suddenly rushed towards the football when the frequency of his steps reached the limit. When the speed reached its peak, he just came to the front of the football, and then slammed his left foot on the football.

Chu Yang knew that his speed was not very fast, but now he felt that he was flying. All the cells in his body seemed to be cheering, and every muscle in his body gave out explosive power, as if he could kick through a mountain even if it was blocking him.

Well, these are all nonsense. In fact, Chu Yang just exerted all his strength and kicked the ball hard with his left foot when the speed reached the limit. Moya next to him could even clearly hear the loud noise when his foot hit the football. Chu Yang's whole body was driven by the power of his left foot, jumped up dozens of centimeters, turned half of his body before landing on the ground.

The football flew up suddenly, like a lightning that could bend, cut through the void, bypassed the human wall, and flew into the left side of the goal under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone.

The net was raised high, and the goalkeeper looked confused.

(End of this chapter)