[Football] Crown of Thorns

In the second half, they switched sides and fought again. In the first 10 minutes, the two sides switched offense and defense quite quickly. In the No. 15 minute, the players on both sides slowed down again.

After observing this, German coach Hrubesch asked the assistant coach next to him, "Is the No. 8 of the Portuguese team a rookie?"

The assistant coach next to him flipped over the board in his hand, "Yes, No. 8 Gama, just turned 20 years old in May this year, this is his first time to be selected for the National Youth Team, and he has never been selected for the National Youth Team before. , not at any level."

"so……"

With his left arm resting on his right hand, Hrubesh groped for his chin with his left hand, and the slightly prickly stubble tickled his fingertips.

"Where does he play?"

"Gama?" The assistant coach glanced at the coach, "Boavista Club of the Portuguese Super League."

And in their whispered conversation, another attack of the German team on the field has ended.

Gama bent over and supported his knees, panting heavily, and looked sideways at the German players standing not far from him.

Spotting Gama's line of sight, the handsome young man with blond hair looked over with a serious face. This young man who looked a little thin was the midfielder of the German team in this game. Although he mainly defended, he was also good at attacking. Quite positive, in terms of style of play, Lars Bender seems to be more elegant and more aggressive than his twin brother Sven Bender from the VW King.

Gama recovered his breath and stood up straight, looking at No. 5 Lars on the opposite side. He remembered the information given by the coaching staff saying that the Bender brothers transferred from Munich to Leverkusen and Dortmund respectively this season. Although Rathbender was also signed up by the National Youth Team, but because Dortmund did not let anyone go, Sbender did not come to Egypt.

The Bender brothers are the same age as Gama, and they are now the main players in their respective clubs, and they are comparable in strength.

However, Jia Ma still felt that he would definitely be stronger than Brother Bender.

The ball flew over, Gama jumped in front of Lars Bender, jumped high, stopped the ball with his chest, bounced the ball with his right thigh and landed on his left leg, and the moment the ball bounced with his left leg, his right foot The football has been ruthlessly drawn out.

At the same time, Lard, who stepped forward to grab the ball, was blocked by him with his body, and he did not reach the shadow of the football at all.

As soon as the football came out, Gama ran towards the German team's penalty area.

Lars followed closely behind, running wildly on the court like a race.

"Lars is still a little thin."

Hrubesh and the teaching assistant beside him said.

The assistant coach shook his head, "It just looks thin. He is 1.84 meters tall and weighs 77 kilograms. If he adds too much weight, it will not be conducive to his performance."

The Bender brothers can be regarded as more technical players in the German team, or if they only focus on gaining weight, it will reduce their technical flexibility.

Speaking of this, Hrubesh nodded, "That's right, but he was knocked away by the opponent just now, right?"

"I think the body of the opponent, Gama, doesn't look particularly thick. He is also a technical player, and he won't be too thick."

"From the perspective of body shape, he is still relatively muscular..."

The two coaches talked, and they both felt deeply about the physical requirements of the players.

The reason why the two coaches of the German team can talk so easily is naturally that from the current overall situation on the court, the German team has the upper hand. , A goal is a matter of time.

The time entered the 25th minute, and the score on the field was still zero to zero.

Gama, who managed to get the ball, noticed that in the past 10 minutes, their defense line has been slackened, their back line has been crumbling, and they have been relying on consecutive fouls to block the German's footsteps.

Even if he has great abilities, 1VS10 is impossible.

Gama walked slowly with the ball, observing his surroundings as he walked.

The teammates in the middle and front courts have shown obvious signs of decline, and their physical fitness has declined rapidly. If possible, Gama hopes that the coach will change quickly.

Taking a breath, Gama decided to dribble the ball himself.

His eyes glanced to his right side, his body also moved slightly sideways, his feet swayed, and he rushed to the left at the moment he seemed to break through to the right.

Coplin, who was standing in front of him, was shaken by his movement but stabilized after just a shake. His body also moved while adding horses.

But at this time, Jia Ma, who seemed to be breaking through to the left, swayed and stopped his body, forcibly changed direction and rushed to the right.

Prince, who couldn't catch his feet, barely stopped and turned his feet to one side, reaching out to try to grab the corner of Gama's clothes, but he couldn't.

Gama, who broke through the barrier, ran away.

And his teammates also worked together to rush forward together with him.

The defense line of the German team is ready, and there are several German players chasing after them in unison.

The red fire is moving forward, and the white water waves are spraying, impacting, hitting, and flying into the air.

Sweat slipped down, cheeks flushed, people's eyes jumped up and down with the flying football, chasing and sighing.

The players who slammed together fell heavily to the ground, and the whistle sounded.

Jia Ma lay on his back on the ground and saw the clouds above, "It's so beautiful!"

The game took place during the day, under a dry and hot sky, and here he was, tired, anxious, thirsty, and even a little discouraged, but he was still happy—thankful that he could feel all of this, because he was alive.

"It's okay!"

Gama, who was pulled up by his teammates, shook his head, "No problem."

On the sidelines, the Portuguese team began to make substitutions.

No. 2 Monteiro and No. 15 Mela off, No. 13 Ricardo and No. 17 Ines on.

The Portuguese team changed two people at one time, but at this time the German team has no plans to change.

"I lost physically!"

Gama muttered softly.

At this time, his teammate No. 7 Joao patted him, "The rhythm below should not be too fast, we can't compete with speed and physical fitness, we can only rely on technology."

Gamario looked at him in surprise at what he said. João from Sporting Lisbon is a typical Portuguese winger.

João and Gama seldom talked before, but as a midfielder, Gama always had to pass the ball for the striker. He cooperated a lot and he knew that João was not a particularly arrogant person. Just a little bad at words.

But what he said this time is more reasonable. They are indeed inferior to the German team in terms of physical fitness. If they speed up the pace, they will drag themselves first.

"I see."

Gama nodded.

Now they have got a free kick in the frontcourt, and this distance can only be matched.

Gamara repeatedly made gestures of tactical cooperation. Seeing that his teammates had received his hint, Gamara wiped his sweat from the corner of his clothes and stood behind the ball.

After the whistle blew, Gama trotted for two steps and raised his thigh. What looked like a long pass was actually just a ground ball.

On the 11th, Veloso ran to catch up with the football, and then he shot furiously without stopping.

German goalkeeper Ziller flew to block the shot.

There was a cry of regret in the stadium.

Portuguese fans waved flags and cheered hard for their players.

The fans of the German team were not to be outdone at this time, they played the trumpet and beat the drums, and those beautiful beauties who wore jerseys but rolled up the hem of the jerseys to their chests like bikinis, attracted many people on the scene. Fewer broadcast shots.

No man would miss such a beautiful scenery, and Jia Ma is no exception. He is also a normal young man, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw this scene on the big screen.

"Tsk, beauty!"

Furtado put his arms around his shoulders from behind, which made Gama turn his head and give him a sideways glance in annoyance.

"Poverty is particular, what's wrong."

After getting acquainted with Jia Ma, he was keenly aware of Jia Ma's habit of not being close to people and not smelling bad smells. Furtado, who felt that he was the captain, must not get used to Jia Ma's poor problem, took the opportunity to go to Jia Ma He was so angry that Jia Ma really wanted to put him in a sack.

In the 77th minute of the second half, the German team had a good chance. Lars Bender took the ball and broke through the Portuguese team's defense. He passed the ball to his teammate Sahin with a beautiful pass. The team's goalkeeper, Mika, hit the post and popped out of the baseline.

Shaheen waved his hand angrily, and turned around to give Lars a 'beautiful pass' thumb.

The goal of the German team frightened the Portuguese defense. Furtado yelled at the teammate who was out of position. Ma couldn't help turning his head and snickering.

But the German team is really too arrogant.

After laughing, Jia Ma clenched his fists, "Master, I don't want to show off, you guys treat me as a hello K-cat!"

Gama, who licked his lower lip, reached out for the ball.

Mika served the goal kick, and when he saw Gama's request, he ran a few steps and threw the ball high.

Squeezing away the German who was trying to grab the ball with him, Gama, who received the ball, spread his legs and ran at a faster speed.

While running while protecting the ball, he soon saw the person he expected. Gama stopped the ball suddenly, turned around, and the football under his feet flew straight out in an arc in mid-air.

His teammate Canela broke through the opponent's defense from the center and was not offside.

shoot!

German defender Jon Werth flies to block the ball.

The football hit bounced off his leg.

Gama grabbed the point, jumped high and volleyed.

The football flew into the goal and hit the rear net. It took a few spins before it fell, and it bounced a few times before it stopped moving.

After two seconds of silence, the crowd clapped their hands.

The Portuguese fans celebrated crazily. They put their arms around each other and formed a crowd one after another.

Jia Ma, who stretched out his arms and was about to make a 'pretend B' gesture to celebrate, was knocked down from behind and fell to the ground, and then he felt the weight on his body suddenly increase...Damn it!

Unable to bear the pressure, Gama's face was stuck to the ground, and he could still see the legs wearing a pair of black socks, which should be the referee's legs.

Soon even this scene will be gone, Gama struggles to breathe, will the goddamn goal hero being crushed to suffocation make him more famous - rely on it is enough, I already have several black pieces It's history, so don't add such a thing, okay!

In the 86th minute of the second half, the score on the field became one to zero, and the Portuguese team took the lead.

When the crowd above Jia Ma dispersed, Jia Ma, who was almost out of breath, stood up tremblingly under Furtado's embrace.

"Good job!"

Furtado also patted his back hard.

This strength is really sour and powerful enough!

Jia Ma coughed twice, and shook him off angrily, "It stinks, get out of here."

"You haven't cured your problem. If you find a girlfriend, you will think that she wears too much perfume."

Furtado snorted, despising Gama.

"Can't I find someone who doesn't wear perfume!"

Gama was upset.

"Hehe~"

"Oh your sister!"

"Speaking of which, I do have a younger sister, should I introduce it to you?"

"roll!"