Football: I can save 100% of penalties

The Hua Guo reporter's camera snapped at Zhou Bai.

After all, the relevant person in charge of the Chinese Football Association said hello when he came, and wanted to take more photos and videos, and then put them on the Internet to blow a wave.

Although I know the level of Huaguo players in this kind of youth training, I have to work hard to shoot for the remuneration.

only.

After Zhou Bai kicked off the ball in the middle circle, the ball didn't touch much.

The mistrust of his teammates, coupled with his poor running awareness.

Garbage dribbling.

One-touch confrontation.

For a full 15 minutes, he scurry around the penalty area like a headless chicken.

Although, he worked very hard, but the value is there, either he moved too early or was intercepted.

Off the court, the head coach symbolically signaled several times for the players to pass the ball to him.

However, Huaguo's inheritance of stopping the ball 8 meters away has completely reduced the air on the court.

The Chinese journalists also made trouble.

This can be called a catastrophic performance.

After shooting it, I thought it was a collection for others.

In the 18th minute of the game, the defender of team b steals Zhou Bai and quickly transfers with one kick.

The ball accurately found Thomas who had just started up the frontcourt.

Thomas jerked his right foot while running, stopped the ball without stopping, and shot straight into the penalty area with a burst shot, which pierced Team A's goal.

Team b 1:0 team a.

The reporters coincidentally pointed the camera at the Juventus genius Thomas who scored a beautiful goal.

Thomas walked past Zhou Bai provocatively, and said in a low voice,

"Go back if you don't know how to play football, you are not welcome here!"

Burning with anger, Zhou Bai looked at Thomas fiercely, but held back when he wanted to make a move.

This is the court, and the best way to respond to taunts is strength.

As the game continued, the teammates seemed to have given up on Zhou Bai and began to bypass him to organize an attack.

The defensive midfielder of Team B who was marking him originally gave up on him and ran to Team A's half to organize an attack.

Zhou Bai was just a tourist walking on the field, so he didn't fit in.

In the 45th minute of the game, near the end, a sudden change occurred. (Trial games only play halftime)

During the competition for the offensive corner kick of team B, the goalkeeper of team A made too much defensive action and directly knocked Thomas down.

Originally, there was no whistleblowing in the training match.

But it may be because of the presence of many reporters, the assistant coach who played the guest referee actually whistled the foul in a serious manner.

The goalkeeper of team a is sent off with a red card.

penalty.

The game was coming to an end, and Gilardino didn't bother to make a substitution, so he asked Maier to put on gloves to replace him.

Seeing this, Zhou Bai suddenly thought of the attribute points he had just filled up.

He even took the initiative to run in front of Gilardino and made a decision that was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Coach, I want to be a guest goalkeeper!"

"You?" Gilardino looked disdainful.

"Yes." Zhou Bai was sure, "If I can't make it out, I'll just pack up and leave."

Gilardino had a black line on his face, you were going to leave.

But I still agreed, since you still want to make a fool of yourself, then follow your mind.

"Row."

Just like that, under the surprised gazes of the Chinese reporters.

He, Zhou Bai, a striker, actually put on his gloves and stood in front of the door.

Thomas looked at the clown-like Zhou Bai with a sneer.

Originally, he wanted to give up the opportunity to his teammates. Since Zhou Bai was so embarrassing, he didn't mind humiliating him again.

"beep"

With the penalty whistle sounded.

Thomas backed away slowly, preparing for a run-up.

Zhou Bai, standing in front of the goal, followed the whistle.

Suddenly, a burst of electricity spread throughout the body.

this moment.

As if possessed by the door god.

Very confident and calm.

This made Thomas startled.

This kind of momentum, I had a training match on my own level, and I only saw it in Gianluigi Buffon (Italy national goalkeeper, Juventus goalkeeper).

An illusion, an illusion for sure.

Thomas comforted himself, and the technical movements of running up and kicking out unconsciously showed extremely slight deformation.

This was quickly caught by Zhou Bai.

that moment.

A strange picture appeared before Zhou Bai's eyes.

Numerous red lines flew out of the ball towards the goal.

Each red line is accompanied by a percent sign number, which is constantly changing.

is the possible flight trajectory of the penalty kick.

And the number represents the success rate of this save.

Zhou Bai was deeply shocked.

That's the magic of the system.

Following Thomas, he ran up, touched the ball, and volleyed vigorously from the outside instep.

At that moment, all the red lines in front of my eyes converged into one.

The number becomes unique, "100%"

"Bottom right corner."

Like instinct.

Zhou Bai fell to the right and threw himself on the ground.

Then, with a huge impact, the ball was blocked by his arms.

"Penalty kick...it was saved"

For a moment, the Huaguo reporters were stunned, and then excited.

"Bull b."

"I wipe, beautiful save..."

The reporters who had held back for so long began to frantically film Zhou Bai.

Thomas stared blankly at the ball rolling into the distance, confused.

what's the situation?This kid saved my penalty?

I'm a reporter, have you figured it out?Sinking to a dead end?

Unless it is predicted in advance, but this week, Bai, who doesn't even have a sense of striker, can he predict it?

Buffon?Thompson shook his head, impossible, absolutely impossible.

This Hua country kid is absolutely dumbfounded.

"and many more.."

Thomps raised his hand, he was not reconciled

"When I shot just now, my shoelace was loose, and I asked for a penalty kick..."

"This.."

It's hard for the assistant referee to judge. Although he is a fellow from his hometown, he obviously can't afford to lose, and it's really hard for him to help him openly.

"Yes, one more penalty." Gilardino was silent for a moment, and agreed.

The save just now was really amazing, but in his eyes, there was a high probability that it was Zhou Baimeng's.

Therefore, he also wanted to take another look at the situation.

Zhou Bai frowned, but did not object.

Since it is going to happen again, I have to pay back twice the humiliation just now.

Standing on the penalty spot again, Thomps no longer looked at Zhou Bai.

He told himself repeatedly that it was just luck just now, and he must have caught Zhou Bai's eyes when he looked to the right.

I will never give such a chance again this time.

Run-up, feints, outside instep of right foot, vigorous volley.

Still on the right, but in the upper right corner.

Thompson's shot was powerful and flew towards the dead corner of the goal.

But. .

A figure stretched out, its arms were like an iron wall of sympathy, and it grabbed the ball firmly.

caught. . .

Grasp. . .

"..."

The whole place was silent.

What kind of judgment and strength is this.

A shot from such an angle, so much power.

The other goalkeepers could only punch with both hands, but Zhou Bai was able to catch the ball steadily.

It can only be described as incredible.

Under the frenzied shooting of the reporters, Toms' face turned blue and white.

It was luck just now, what about this time?

Or luck.

Maybe.

This kid may only pounce on the right side.

If I had known it earlier, I would have done it myself. . .

Thompson looked at Zhou Bai dissatisfied.

The latter, still standing there, holding the ball, like a goalkeeper.

One sentence made Thomps furious.

"With a second-rate striker like you, you want to shoot a penalty kick through my goal?"

"I just asked, do you have the key?"

"How many pairs?"

On the sidelines, Gilardino's eyes flashed with wonder and even doubt.

When did this kid actually save a penalty?

luck?

still?

. .