atypical center forward

Chapter 5

The Sevilla players are in a hurry.

2:0到2:2，还是二10分钟都不到的时间里发生的，换了谁都受不了。

"Halter, keep an eye on that kid, don't let him touch the ball again!"

"Don't worry, he won't have a chance."

"Hey Chu," Rodriguez stepped up, "nice job."

"Good luck," Chu Yang said, "Continue?"

"Of course, wait for my pass."

The two clapped their hands, and the other teammates also patted their shoulders and backs, looking happy.

Everyone has the same idea. No one wants to lose if they can win. A teammate who can help the team win is a good teammate. Although it is a bit embarrassing to be robbed of all the limelight by a soy sauce party.

Whistle, kick-off.

The Sevilla players were about to continue pressing forward, but Deportivo had already rushed up fiercely.

The group of young people on the opposite side seemed to be different.

The number of substitutions on both sides has been exhausted, and the coaches are limited in what they can do. Now all that remains is to see who is more persistent and who has better luck.

"Deportivo started to press forward, Sevilla's advance was not smooth, beautiful tackle! Oh, how could this be a foul? It is obviously clean..."

Hart approached Chu Yang again, but Chu Yang's running without the ball suddenly became more frequent, moving here and there, leading Hart around in circles.

Players on both sides began to open and close without any hesitation, and the pace of the game suddenly accelerated, making people a little breathless.

The offense and defense switched twice, the ball kept spinning in the midfield, and various small actions began to increase. The referee showed two yellow cards in just 3 minutes to control the situation, but the smell of gunpowder on the field suddenly became stronger.

Sevilla's shot was blocked, and Deportivo's defender and midfielder pushed the ball into Sevilla's territory with several consecutive kicks. The fans and coaches on the sidelines stood up nervously.

Chu Yang took the initiative to retreat and made a movement of catching the ball with his back. How could Halter let him catch the ball so comfortably, so he quickly put it on.

"Chu!"

Rodriguez's voice came from behind, Chu Yang understood it, and suddenly raised his right foot to catch the ball, and the ball slipped past his feet.

Chu Yang turned around quickly, Hart behind him was caught off guard, and hurried to catch up, but Chu Yang had already thrown half his body away.

The ball missed by Chu Yang rolled to Rodriguez's feet, and Rodriguez didn't make any adjustments. Before the defensive players blocked him, he slapped the ball lightly with his toes. The football crossed a high parabola and successfully tore through Sevilla's defense and flew into the penalty area.

A figure shuttled out like a sharp arrow and caught up with the falling ball. The numbers and letters on the back of the jersey severely hurt the eyes of all Sevilla people.

11, cy.

The weird way of spelling made everyone involuntarily slow down their breathing.

It was single-handedly again, without offside, Chu Yang drove towards the goal with full power.

His stopping skills were not very good, and his movements were not very coherent, allowing Hart to catch up with him. But unless he tackled the ball from behind, Hart's attempt to block Chu Yang would be nothing but a dream.

The Sevilla goalkeeper opened his hands and chose to attack.

Gritting his teeth, Hart reached out and grabbed Chu Yang's shoulder.

His calculation was very simple. Even if it was a foul at this time, as long as Chu Yang didn't fall to the ground, the referee would probably choose not to blow the whistle because of the principle of offensive advantage, and if Chu Yang was disturbed, he might lose the duel with the goalkeeper.

There was no problem with his thinking, the problem was that he miscalculated Chu Yang's strength.

Chu Yang just sped up his speed, and at the same time swung his shoulders forward fiercely. Hart was staggered and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, Chu Yang was like a magical beast that had just escaped from its cage, devastated.

He slowed down, and just as he was about to shoot from the far corner, the opponent's goalkeeper rushed forward. Chu Yang tripped over his feet, rolled over the goalkeeper's head, and fell hard to the ground.

The ball was held in the arms of the goalkeeper. Instead of rolling around on the ground a few times to show his acting talent, Chu Yang stood up, rubbed his feet, and spread his hands to the referee.

"Poor Halter, he's behind Chu like a jilted wives, Chu shoots, oh, what did I see, it's a foul! It's murder!"

"Foul! Red card! Red card!"

"Penalty! Penalty!"

"Dive! The yellow-skinned monkey flops!"

The sharp whistle sounded, and a yellow card was raised high by the referee, pointing to the penalty spot at the same time.

Yellow card and penalty kick.

What followed was cheers from the home fans and boos from the away fans.

The Sevilla players surrounded the referee, and the goalkeeper begged for mercy, hoping that he could change the penalty, but it was obviously useless.

Rodriguez rushed up first and hugged Chu Yang.

"Hey man, I've said it many times today, but I'll say it, well done."

Other Deportivo players also swarmed up and celebrated directly in the penalty area of ​​Sevilla, and they reluctantly left until the referee chased them away.

Rodriguez stood in front of the penalty spot, and the Sevilla fans continued to boo and yell in an attempt to influence him.

The opponent's goalkeeper clapped his hands, let out a strange roar, and bent down to stare at the football.

The referee whistled, Rodriguez ran up and volleyed vigorously.

Chu Yang frowned. He could tell that Rodriguez was nervous.

The football flew to the upper left corner of the goal like a fired shell, and the goalkeeper jumped up and rushed towards the ball like an agile leopard.

The save was directed in the right direction and the movement was beautiful, but it was a pity that they missed the ball, and the hearts of the Sevilla people were half-cooled, but the cheers of the Deportivo fans were also swallowed by a "bang".

Rodriguez, the unlucky kid, hit the crossbar again.

The football bounced out, Hart subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled it forward, but all he caught was air.

A figure has already jumped high into the flying football, and before the ball hits the ground, it kicks it cleanly into the goal with a difficult frontal kick.

The movement is stretched and pleasing to the eye.

Everyone subconsciously looked behind him, a striking "11".

Sure enough, it was him again.

Such thoughts flashed through their minds.

"Goal!goao!goal! It's Chinese again! It's Chu again! Rodriguez forgot to bring his shooting boots, but the Chinese striker told him that it doesn't matter, because the Chinese Chu has become a good partner with the cross beam.

The audience stood up and applauded, and the harsh words such as "yellow monkey" could no longer be heard. Perhaps in their eyes, it only takes three goals to evolve from a monkey to an adult.

The notification sound of the superstar system suddenly sounded, making Chu Yang feel that life is full of hope.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the achievement 'A Journey of a Thousand Miles, Begins with a Hat', which rewards 1 free attribute point."

Chu Yang ran to the sidelines and came to a kneeling glider nearly ten meters away, then lay back on the turf and opened his arms, as if to embrace the sky.

This feeling is so fucking cool.

(End of this chapter)