legendary midfielder

Chapter 3 An Unexpected Chance

On the second day, as usual, Zhang Xu came to the club's training ground early and started warm-up activities before training.

Today there was a group match within the team. Zhang Xu knew that this was his last chance. If he performed a little better in this match, he might still have a chance to stay. Otherwise, he would have to go to other countries to find opportunities.

Soon, it's time for the group competition.

Zhang Xu knows that his strength is that his body is strong enough, and he has a certain physical advantage over his teammates in the confrontation. As long as he can reasonably use his physical advantage and block the opponent's attacking stone, he has achieved his expected goal.

Therefore, after obtaining Philip's consent, he deliberately stood in the position of the midfielder.

"Beep!" A whistle sounded, and the competition officially started.

Zhang Xu and the substitute team are mainly defensive.attack?Forget it, if you can really score halftime, it can be regarded as a victory in this group confrontation match.

But in fact
"Zhang, stop him, stop that damned guy!"

"Damn it, Zhang, why didn't you keep an eye on this cunning guy Jill? Damn it, damn it!"

"Oh, my God, Zhang, didn't you see Dries running into that damn open space? That's your area of ​​defense, oh, forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Under Zhang Xu's exhausting defense, the first half of the group match ended quickly, and the score was that the main team temporarily led the substitute team 3:0.

During the intermission, Zhang Xu, who was sweating profusely, lowered his head in frustration, walked slowly to the sidelines, and sat down on the ground, full of disappointment and annoyance towards himself.

The three goals scored by the main team today have a lot to do with him.

The score of 3:0 is not terrible. What is terrible is that he was not able to play the role of a defensive midfielder at all.In the first half of the game, he was like a headless fly, running around, stealing and intercepting, but he couldn't see the slightest effect. Instead, he disrupted his own defensive formation, and the result was naturally obvious.

The score of 3:0 was the result of the players being merciful because they had a good relationship with Zhang Xu.

"Hi, Zhang," the captain of the first team Dries sat down next to Zhang Xu, and greeted with a smile: "Your performance today has improved a lot compared to yesterday. Don't be discouraged. Come on, I believe you will be successful!"

"Well," Zhang Xu reluctantly smiled at Driss: "I will, captain!"

"Hi, Zhang, come on!"

"Goodboy! Zhang!"

"You can do it! Zhang!"

"Zhang, I think you should do this.
"If it really doesn't work, I suggest you just block the opponent's shooting line full-time, anyway, you are physically strong enough."

The team members gathered around, cheering for Zhang Xu or giving some helpful suggestions to Zhang Xu.

The corners of Zhang Xu's eyes were moist. Although these teammates had only known each other for a few days, everyone showed the most sincere concern for him, which made him feel both warm and ashamed.

"Come on! Be sure to come on! I'm sure I can do it!" Zhang Xu cheered himself up silently, his eyes firm and persistent.

"Zhang, come here." Philip called Zhang Xu to him, picked up the tactical board, sighed softly, and said, "In the first half of the game, you had nine problems. First of all, I feel that you don't know enough about the defensive midfielder. What is a defensive midfielder? A defensive midfielder is a defensive midfielder standing in front of the central defender. Generally, it is in the middle and moves flexibly according to tactical requirements."

"The defensive midfielder has four major tasks: defense, marking, mobile defense, and offensive organization. Today we play a double midfielder tactic. The tasks of mobile defense and offensive organization are performed by Sander. You only need to perform defense and marking. gone."

"But, obviously, you didn't execute well." Philip briefly drew the formation diagram of the two sides on the tactical board, and pointed to Zhang Xu's position: "Let's analyze your 9 questions in detail. First, your position. Second, your running position."

Seeing Philip's dedication to teaching, the head coach of the first team Matsu smiled and said to another assistant coach of the team, Ji Rui Geli: "I have never seen the old Philip know so seriously about a young player. Chinese boys are really lucky!"

"Yeah," Jerry Gerry smiled wryly: "It's a pity that this Chinese kid is a stubborn rock who doesn't understand. I heard that he is still a top student at the University of Paris VI. How can he have such a football IQ? It's puzzling!"

"Oh, that's called talent!" Mazu sighed, remembering that when he was a player, his achievements were limited because of his lack of talent, so he had to switch careers and become a football coach.

"Beep!" The short 15 minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and the second half of the game began.

His teammates and Philip taught him patiently. In fact, Zhang Xu knew how to play the midfielder. As a super academic, he had already understood thoroughly.

Unfortunately, he understood it in his heart, but when he got on the field, he felt like he was blind. Perhaps this is really a problem of football talent.

No matter, fight!

Zhang Xu looked at the main team members on the opposite side and made up his mind.

So in the next game, Zhang Xu became a desperate Saburo. As long as the football reached his defensive area, he would pounce on it like a hungry wolf, and no matter what method he used, he would make it difficult for the opponent to pass, catch and shoot comfortably.

It has to be said that at the beginning, Zhang Xu's stalking did play a certain role. At the beginning of the second half, the main team's offensive organization was frequently blocked because of Zhang Xu's steals.

But the good times didn't last long. Soon, the captain of the main team, Dries, adjusted his tactics, speeding up the pace of passing and receiving the ball, reducing the time of dribbling, and running more aggressively. As a result, Zhang Xu's stalking lost its due effect, and the situation was once again in the hands of the main team. If it wasn't for bad luck, the score would have been 4:0, or even 5:0.

Henry is the forward of the main team. In the first half, he passed and shot, showing a good competitive state.

At this time, after receiving the pass from Jill, he was about to turn around and drive the ball towards the opposite penalty area, and Sander posted it in time.

Since the turn failed, Henry didn't care. He pushed the arch of his foot and passed the ball to Dries on the right, then turned around Sander and ran to the next open space.

As soon as he was in place, Dries came to his side with a comfortable pass. He stopped easily with his right foot, and found that no one was marking him around, and he was already standing on the edge of the penalty area.

shoot!As a striker, it is impossible to let go of such a good opportunity. Henry raised his right leg and shot the goal vigorously.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

After two consecutive bangs, the court suddenly fell silent.

Let's play it back and forth: when Henry raises his foot to shoot, Zhang Xu is less than three meters away from Henry's front right. If there is no accident, Henry's shot will pass about one meter away from him and go straight to the goal.

At this time, Zhang Xu had no time to use his legs to block Henry's shot. Generally speaking, facing such a strong shot, players have a sense of self-protection. Turning their heads and body to protect their crotch is a common action.

But what everyone didn't expect was that Zhang Xu, who couldn't stop Henry's shot, was so hard-hearted that he suddenly put his body on the path of Henry's shot!
Therefore, the first "bang" was the sound of Henry's shot, and the second sound was the loud sound of the football hitting Zhang Xu's head hard!

Such a powerful shot from close range, coupled with Henry's strong body and full strength, even a cow may have to be concussed by football!
Zhang Xu was hit on the front of the head. When the football hit him on the head, he felt severe pain, and immediately felt dizzy and passed out completely.

Before he passed out, his only thought was: I blocked Henry's shot!I blocked it!
After a brief silence, everyone nervously ran towards the place where Zhang Xu fell to the ground.

"Oh my God!"

"Damn it, how did this happen?"

"Damn! Team doctor! Mr. Luo Rente!" Philip threw away the tactical board, shouted loudly for the team doctor, and hurried to Zhang Xu's side to check Zhang Xu's situation.

Team doctor Luo Rente carried Zhang Xu to the sidelines and checked it carefully. He found that Zhang Xu's breathing and heartbeat were relatively stable, and his pupils were normal. He turned around and spread his hands to Mazu and the anxious Philip who came over.

Philip breathed a sigh of relief. It is the best news that he is fine for the time being. He knelt down and patted Zhang Xu's face, "Hey, Zhang, wake up, wake up!"

After a while, Zhang Xu woke up leisurely, and immediately saw a group of people surrounding him, asking in a hurry:
"Ah, I woke up!"

"Zhang, you finally woke up!"

"I am so surprised!"

"Zhang, I thought I had become a murderer! Fortunately you woke up!"

"That ball. Blocked it?" Zhang Xu was still a little dizzy, he looked at Henry stupidly, and asked a question that no one had thought of.

"Uh uh, blocked it! Really, you really blocked it! Damn it, why did you block that damned ball with your head? It's too dangerous, you know? You can't do such a dangerous thing next time." Henry froze for a moment, and immediately began to twitter to persuade.

"Yes, yes!" The surrounding team members also agreed.

"Okay." Seeing that Zhang Xu was fine, Philip finally felt relieved: "You guys continue the game!"

Then he turned his head and said to the team doctor Luo Rente: "In order to ensure that Zhang's body is safe and sound, let's go to the nearby Woluwe Royal Hospital for a thorough examination!"

"No, Mr. Phillip," Zhang Xu, who heard that he had to go to the hospital for an examination and was waiting to play for the second half, became anxious immediately: "I have nothing wrong with my health, I can do it, let me continue to play this game!"

"Okay, don't talk about it, I have the final say here, you," Philip said sternly to Zhang Xu with a straight face, "follow Mr. Luo Rente to the hospital for an examination immediately, right away! Understand? Otherwise, you immediately take your luggage and go back to your Paris Sixth University!"

Hearing Philip's words, Zhang Xu suddenly became sluggish, and followed Luo Rente to the outside of the training ground listlessly.

"Ma Zu, look at Zhang's problem." After Zhang Xu left the training ground, Philip immediately went to the head coach of the first team, Ma Zu, and after sorting out his thoughts, he said.

Before he could start speaking, Matsu interrupted him: "I know, Philip, Zhang's shortcomings are very prominent, and he really doesn't meet the requirements of our team. However, his strengths are also very prominent. From the ball just now, it can be seen that he is the kind of player who will do nothing for the team's victory. Such a player and this spirit are exactly what our team needs. Look, can we give him a chance to stay?"

"You mean, keep him?" Philip froze for a moment and asked in disbelief.

"Yes! Stay! Since his technical and tactical level is not up to the standard of a professional player, then I will hand him over to you! Philip, you must train him well, maybe he will be the greatest asset of our team in the future!" After speaking, Mazu patted Philip on the shoulder, turned and walked to the side of the court, and continued to watch the second half of the game.

Philip stood where he was, muttering, "I was going to suggest to you to keep him!"

At this time, Zhang Xu, who was going to the hospital for an examination, never thought that his fate would finally change completely. He sat in a daze on the medical ambulance, his eyes glazed over.

This is only because when I boarded the medical ambulance, a mechanized cold voice suddenly echoed in my mind:
"The super midfield training system is activated."

(End of this chapter)