Ultimate Demon Sword

Chapter 6 Seven Seconds Blitz
After receiving Nouri's instructions, Ferry came to the bench with a smile on his face, patted Wen Zhihao who was thinking with his head down, and said excitedly: "Oh, boy, go warm up, the coach is going to let you play."

Wen Zhihao was pleasantly surprised for a moment, sat on the bench for most of the game, and finally got a chance to play.But only for a moment, the look of surprise faded, and a deep sense of loss hung on his face.

Nima, let me go at this time, why did you go early?It's only a few minutes, am I just a soy saucer when I go up?
In fact, it is not surprising that Xiao Zhihao thinks this way, people who have been in the domestic football circle for a long time have this kind of thinking more or less.According to the habits of domestic coaches, substitutions in the final period of the game usually have only two purposes: delaying the game time in the lead.Falling behind and no hope of equalizing will allow some bench players who have no chance to play to feel the rhythm of the game.

Wen Zhihao took the initiative to attribute his own number to the latter.

Alas, I am the No. [-] monster star of Genbao, and I only come here as a substitute to feel the rhythm of the game. What a fucking dog!Damn Chinese football!
Wen Zhihao is ashamed of being a Chinese football player.

Father Wen outside the court was always watching his son's every move. When he saw his son put on his game uniform and went to the sidelines to warm up, he immediately realized that his son might be going to the court soon. He immediately smiled and pulled the parent next to him and kept saying, "My son! My son is going to play! He is going to play! Look, that, that jogging one is..."

The local parents who had been paying attention to the field glanced at Papa Wen, and then at Wen Zhihao who was warming up. It seemed that they had just noticed that there was a yellow-skinned player on the side of Inter Milan (North Korean player Kim Kwang-sang was too poor and was directly ignored). A male parent with a thick back asked curiously: "Why are there Asians? Which country? Japan? South Korea?"

Father Wen couldn't understand the Italian that the man spoke, but he roughly guessed what the other person was asking and where he came from, so he replied in English: "We are from China, China!"

The parent's expression froze for a moment, and he smiled politely at Papa Wen, then turned his head away, and never gave him any more attention.Papa Wen also noticed that he was talking to others from time to time, and his eyes still glanced in this direction intentionally or unintentionally. There was ridicule and sarcasm that could not be concealed, as if he was saying, what are the Chinese doing here, to promote Kung Fu football?hehe!

Papa Wen felt aggrieved.As the saying goes, a man lives with a face, a tree lives with a skin.If it weren't for the negative image that Chinese football left to the world, how could I have received such supercilious looks and birdishness in a foreign country?
Brat, you have to fight for your breath!
Papa Wen clenched his fists and shouted in his heart.There has never been a moment when he expected his son to play a big role in Europe and justify the name of Chinese football.

Not long after, Inter Milan once again cleared the opponent's offense out of the sideline, and the ball was dead on the sidelines, and substitutions can be adjusted.

Nuri came to the sidelines and whispered a few words in Wen Zhihao's ear. Careful people would notice that Wen Zhihao's originally disappointed face disappeared suddenly, and his eyes were radiant with high fighting spirit.Nuri smiled and clapped Wen Zhihao's hands: "Son, go, I'm optimistic about you."

Wen Zhihao nodded heavily, and as the fourth official on the sideline held up the substitution card, Wen Zhihao wore the No. 11 jersey and came off the bench to replace the mediocre midfielder Korondo.

In this case, the position on the Inter Milan field will change.The overall formation of 4-3-3 remained unchanged. Jin Guangxiang, who had been useless at the right winger position throughout the game, was pulled to the defensive midfielder position to defend, and the right winger position he vacated was of course filled by Wen Zhihao who had just played.

Perhaps it was due to the approaching end of the game, Inter Milan was passively beaten throughout the second half, with almost no offensive.After an attack was firmly embraced by Inter Milan goalkeeper Atonari, the opponent did not quickly recover its own half, but hoarded it in the frontcourt as a whole, trying to implement a high-pressure press in Inter Milan's half, forcing Inter Milan to mess up their own positions.

Originally, this style of play is also in line with the trend of modern football, but football games are like this. It seems that the opportunity is close at hand, but there is a murderous intention behind it.

Wen Zhihao, who had just played, had a keen insight into the opponent's tactical intentions, but he did not take back his own half to participate in the kick. Instead, he activated the moment the goalkeeper Atonari had just hugged the ball, and quickly slashed towards the opponent's side and center ribs. At the same time, he raised his right hand high, signaling Atonari to pass the ball to himself.

Atonari immediately observed Wen Zhihao's quick oblique thrust, his eyes were bright.Without hesitation, he directly threw the ball over the opponent's two lines of defense with a long swing, and directly and accurately found Wen Zhihao in the frontcourt.

The opponent players didn't understand Atonari's long swing, but when they turned their heads, they suddenly found a blue and black figure in their half court forcibly overtaking from the middle of the two red figures, trying to catch the ball.

But how can a person run faster than the ball? Most of the chasing players had just crossed the arc of the center circle, and Wen Zhihao had already accurately stopped the ball. At this time, there was an opponent's central defender in front of him who was concentrating on it, and behind him was an opponent's full-back.

But Wen Zhihao gave a ghostly smile, not messing around at all. He took small steps to observe his opponent, and suddenly his feet stumbled, his body obviously leaned forward, and he left the ball on his heels.

opportunity!

The eyes of the two opposing defenders behind them lit up, and they immediately fell to the ground to tackle the ball, but just when their long legs were about to tackle the ball, another leg pulled the ball forward faster than them, and the two long legs shoveled into a cloud of air and stirred together.The parents at the scene suddenly exclaimed.

However, Wen Zhihao's performance was not over yet. Looking at the tall central defender in front of him, Wen Zhihao made a gesture to lightly touch the lower part of the ball with his toes. The opponent's central defender was in a state of high tension, thinking that Wen Zhihao was going to pass through the crotch, so he subconsciously moved his legs together and wanted to keep the ball between them. This was exactly what Wen Zhihao wanted.Wen Zhihao's feet stumbled for a few tenths of a second, and then he raised his toes along the bottom of the ball. The ball drew a beautiful arc and passed over the head of the opponent's central defender. At almost the same time, Wen Zhihao had restarted, bypassing the central defender in front of him and chasing the ball.

"Oh! Pick the ball!"

"My God, this is God's masterpiece!"

"God! It's that Chinese! Who said that Chinese football is not good? The person standing in front of me is clearly a talented genius!"

The local people who had just sneered at Wen Zhihao turned their backs one after another, and all kinds of praises flooded the sky.

Father Wen was so excited that he didn't know what to say. Holding the iron net with both hands, his eyes almost popped out, for fear of missing every movement of his son.

After passing the opponent's central defender, Wen Zhihao already had a flat open area in front of him. The opponent's central defender was tall and slow to turn around and chase back. Under such circumstances, it was obviously impossible to catch up to Wen Zhihao, who was known as the "Cheetah" for his speed.

On the coach's bench, Nuri and Fei Lai stood up one after another, watching with anticipation how Wen Zhihao would handle the one-handed goal.

Wen Zhihao strode the ball to the front of the penalty area, but the opponent's goalkeeper didn't dare to be careless and decisively abandoned the goal. He chose to block the far corner with the largest shooting angle.

Looking at the opponent's goalkeeper's choice, Wen Zhihao's mouth curled up, and he lifted the ball up slightly, as if he was going to hang the goal.Seeing that the situation was not good, the opponent's goalkeeper gritted his teeth and stretched his waist and abdomen upwards, stretching his body to the maximum in the air, trying to touch the ball in the air.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no ball flying by, but I felt a cold in the crotch.Looking down, he found that Wen Zhihao had stopped the ball under his feet at some point, and when his center of gravity was up, he pushed lightly on the outer instep of his right foot. The ball passed between his legs and hit the snow-white net behind him.

False hanging and real push, single-handedly pierced the wicket and scored!
Nouri raised his arms and looked at the timer.As a result, he couldn't help but speak loudly.From goalkeeper Atonari throwing the ball in his hand to launch a counterattack, to Wen Zhihao sending the ball into the opponent's goal, the whole time was only - seven seconds!
A textbook-style seven-second blitz!
(End of this chapter)