[football] walk side by side

"I believe you should already know this—yes, this year's European Youth Championship will officially start in two weeks." Wen Haisi said to his disciples standing on the training ground : "In order to ensure that the final representative of Portugal in the competition is a united and strong group, I will select the final entry list in this last group confrontation."

This sensitive topic lifted everyone's spirits, and they listened intently to the head coach's speech.

Wen Haisi didn't say anything more, he opened the notebook in his hand: "Let me read the list of the two teams that will fight against each other. The first is the red team."

"Cristiano Ronaldo."

"Ricardo Quaresma."

"Pexel Fell."

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"The above is the list of players for the red team. The jerseys are ready in the locker room. You can change them yourself." Wen Haisi scanned all the players, and continued: "Next is the yellow team."

"Ricardo Costa."

"Cyril Slade."

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"Fortunately, I didn't have a team with Peksey this time," Costa sighed in a low voice when the two returned to the locker room to change their jerseys, "otherwise he will hold you back again."

"I don't think it matters," Cyril didn't care much: "Just play to your own level. The head coach is not blind."

"..." Costa smiled wryly and shook his head: "Sometimes I really feel that I don't understand you at all..." Sometimes I tolerate it as if I have no temper, and sometimes I am terribly resolute.

When they stepped back onto the court, everyone had already put on new jerseys, standing on both sides of the court conspicuously in red and yellow. Cyril trotted to his position, jumped a few times on the spot, and moved a little A bit of the body.

The referee blew his whistle, and the team match officially started.

Cormier kicked off in the middle circle and passed the football back to Cyril.At the same time, the striker of the red team immediately rushed forward to fight for it. While paying attention to the positions of opponents and teammates, Cyril strode forward with the ball. At this moment, he is not in a hurry to pass the ball. The team training allowed him to understand the characteristics of other people to a great extent, so he clearly understood that the only players in the entire team who could catch up with him were Cristiano Ronaldo and Ricardo Quaresma .

But the speed of these red team wingers in front of him can only be played by him - Cyril speeds up in disguise to pass the red team forward who is trying to steal the ball, and passes back behind Quaresma when Quaresma meets him Cormier, when Quaresma brushed against him and chased Cormier, the latter passed a high ball, the ball bounced high over Quaresma's body, and fell in front of Cyril .

Cyril chested the ball and the ball fell in front of him.

He calmly glanced at the situation in front of him—the forwards of the yellow team were all guarded to death, and there was not much room to maneuver, so...he adjusted the angle, raised his foot and shot!

The ball hit the net hard and fell heavily on the grass.

In the opening 3 minutes, the yellow team took the lead.

This smooth goal made the players of the yellow team relax a lot. After the opening, they thought that the yellow team belonged to the substitute camp. After all, everyone knows that Quaresma and Cristiano are in the head coach lineup. Indispensable position in the team, but this goal gave them hope.

But soon, they couldn't relax.

In the 206th minute of the game, Cristiano got the ball 20 meters away from the goal.

Costa greeted him cautiously.

It is not the first time that the two have faced each other in the game, but every time they meet again after that, Costa will be more careful. He is very aware of this Portugal's weird and tricky way of surpassing others, even if he is not careful, other The consequences can also be unbearable.

But Cristiano didn't shoot this time.

He sent the ball forward gently, and the chubby football passed directly through Costa's crotch. Quaresma received the pass accurately, and hit the ball with a heavy bombardment!

1: 1 flat!

Costa patted his head regretfully. In his opinion, the main reason for the red team to score was his mistake.

"You were too careless just now." Cyril shook his head when passing by Costa, and said briefly: "He is indeed very independent, but that is when he feels that those forwards are not as reliable as himself."

Cristiano may not trust other strikers, but it is impossible not to trust Quaresma.

There is nothing wrong with Cristiano's unique style of play, but when the time is right, he will also pass the football to his trusted team-mates.

It is true that Cyril is good at assists, but if he feels that his forwards are not even comparable to himself, then it is not impossible to go up.

"These two goals are quite interesting." Wen Haisi smiled and said to his assistant coach: "People who like assists score goals, but those who like goals assist."

"You know, Mr. Wen Haisi, this is actually not the point," assistant coach Ward said while watching the situation on the court intently: "Cristiano and Quaresma must have, they will be important to us." Now the problem is Cyril Slade." Speaking of this, he frowned slightly, "Peksey's defensive action against Cyril is a bit big, and the problem between the two must be resolved quickly. gone."

Talking about this headache, Wen Haisi was also helpless: "Let me take a look."

Until the end of the first half, the score remained 1:1.

Wen Haisi called all the players during the intermission: "Now, the red team and the yellow team will exchange some players." After saying this, he ignored the surprised looks of the players and announced on his own Start the substitution list.

"Cyril Slade goes to Red Team."

"Cristiano Ronaldo goes to the yellow team."

"..."

This unexpected change caught everyone by surprise, including Cyril - he looked at Pexel who was staring at him with a bad expression, and sighed with a headache.

If the first half of the match was unexpected and wonderful, then the second half seemed a bit chaotic.

Without Cyril's tandem, the yellow team's advancement seemed a bit stumbling, and it was more of Cristiano relying on his personal ability to forcibly tear through the red team's defense and advance with the ball.The red team's midfield is even worse-just as Costa worried, once the football falls to Peksai's feet, it means that the next passing cooperation has nothing to do with Cyril.

At first glance, it seems that there is not much difference from the first half. Both sides have wonderful shots, but in the eyes of Wen Haisi, both teams are a little messed up.

It may be difficult for a layman to tell the reason for something like rhythm, but it is an inseparable part of Wen Haisi's tactical philosophy.

Looking at the performance of everyone on the court, Wen Haisi recalled the cooperation of the players in the first half, and had a faint decision in his heart.

In terms of the result of the game, the score of 1:1 was finally maintained to the end.

Both sides are not very satisfied with this result-although they themselves clearly understand that even if they win the other team, they may not be able to represent Portugal in the U21 European Youth Championship, but the victory is still a good weight, right? ?

When the players stood in a row in front of Wen Hayes again, the head coach was whispering something to the assistant coach. Seeing that everyone was here, he waved his hand: "I'm still talking to Mr. Ward about the specific results." During the discussion, you go back to the locker room and change into clean clothes, this is the end of today's training."

Everyone returned to the locker room as promised.

Costa, who was full of anticipation for the final list, quickly changed his clothes. He sat in his seat, watching other people's movements in boredom. It was at this time that he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Cyril, how did you get the injury on your foot?"

Costa's voice was a little loud. Although Cyril often disliked him when getting along with him on weekdays, there was nothing to say about the relationship between the two. Now that his friend was injured, the anger in Costa's heart stopped. Can't help: "It's just a team match, do you want to play such a big ruthless hand?"

As soon as Costa said this, everyone's expressions became a little complicated.

It has to be said that in this locker room, many people dislike Cyril.

Some people are in the same position as Cyril, and they are worried that they will be robbed of the main position by Cyril.Some people think that Cyril is too strong to compete with themselves in the same position, so they secretly hope that the other party will make mistakes.There are also people like Pexel who are purely jealous of Cyril's age and talent.

But it's one thing to dislike it, it's another to do it badly.

For players, the importance of the body is self-evident. Sometimes an excessive collision on the court may ruin a player's football career. To complicate things—if teammates can be ruthless in the usual confrontation training in the team, how can I be confident in cooperating with the opponent in the official game?

The silence in the middle was not long, because someone soon admitted his behavior.

"I did it." Pecksey sat on his seat, with an apologetic smile on his face: "It's all because Slade's skills are too good, so I have to foul and defend. I didn't expect to I'm sorry for hurting you."