National Treasure Striker [Football]

The scene was quiet for two full seconds before boiling again.

—Who scored the goal?

—It's the new No. 88!

Julian scored the goal, and everyone was stunned.

He himself was not excited, he was extremely calm.

#Routine operation, all sit down.

Everyone stared at the ball in the goal, their eyeballs almost fell out, and then they all went to look at the person who had just scored a goal just after entering the field——

The young man didn't have the consciousness of scoring a goal at all. He squinted his eyes and turned his head towards the coach's bench over there.

What does it mean?

Only Wenger understood that Julian's action was to squeeze the cigarette, so that he should not forget the promise.

Van Persie also guessed Julian's movements from a distance, and Comrade Captain didn't say fuck for a moment.

Others didn't understand what he meant. When the camera passed, the Manchester City fans thought Julian was telling them to shut up.

God!what happened? !Manchester City fans couldn't believe their eyes, the newcomer, they scored before they could boo him? !

Didn't this fucking come from Meng Jin? !

definitely is!How dare you shut them up?Too arrogant!

After the Arsenal fans were stunned, they broke into tears and laughed, who cares how the goal was scored, and they should celebrate if they pulled back a goal!

That's right!It's time to shut up those bastards!

Joe Hart stared in bewilderment at the ball that was still bouncing dishonestly in his goal, then turned his head and looked in disbelief at the person who made this flying fairy goal——

Julian was overwhelmed by his reacting teammates.

Joe Hart felt that he had touched his nose. He also burst into England's national curse, and then went to the net to pick up the ball.

The commentator who laughed at Julian for not being able to tell the two sides of the goal just now felt that his face hurt, but they still had to forcefully come back: "God! This must be a coincidence, absolutely, how could it be possible to score from such a far away with his back to the goal?" Ball? This distance has to be 50 meters! Let's take a look at the replay..."

In slow motion, Julian passed Hargreaves twice as fast as Hargreaves, kicked the ball backwards before him.

Because of the long distance, it cannot be called a barb. After hooking the ball, Julian did not lose his balance and land on his back.

It seems that he just kicked back casually, with the idea of ​​kicking the ball back into the penalty area. He probably didn't know the direction... But who would have thought?Who would have thought of riding a horse?The ball went in? !

How low is the probability? !

"Arsenal's No. 88, Julian Felix, directly broke the record for the longest goal in the Premier League! And he still scored with his back to the goal!"

The commentator thought it was a coincidence, but he still had to say: "Oh, of course, it doesn't rule out that there is strength in it, but at this distance, luck still plays a large part in being able to score goals..."

The Arsenal commentator was very happy: "No matter what the result is, this is definitely the best goal of the game. This new boy must have a high score after the game."

Wenger on the sidelines couldn't help raising his arms and cheering, and then hugged the assistant coach.Switching to Julian immediately scored a goal, which made him happier than winning.

The old man can't wait to have his hands on his hips.

Arsenal's bench was even more confused, they began to suspect, the boss said that Julian was a substitute goalkeeper, didn't he lie to them?

Having said that, everyone still thinks that Julian's goal was luck, let alone with his back to the goal, even if most people face the goal, they may not be able to score.

Of course, this did not prevent them from being happy. Van Persie and Walcott thought the ball was gone, and they were about to receive the whistle at the end of the first half, but Julian scored with a kick?

The teammates surrounded him at the same time, and each of them patted Julian's hair, feeling happy.

Tsk, it feels really good, next time Julian wants to score, they will come again.

They ignored Julian's protest. Speaking of which, the few days since Julian joined the team, they haven't had time to hold a routine welcome ceremony and bully this newcomer!

The boss in his previous life, Julian, was very confused, what the hell?Touch his head?How dare someone touch his head? !

For the first time in two lifetimes!

"Who made you the youngest in the first team?" Walcott said, finally came a younger than them, lick your hair, no discussion!

Julian didn't like to hear it anymore: "Speak well, be young when you are young, don't swallow words, what do you mean by 'the youngest in the first team'? Believe it or not, it is bigger than you?"

"Hahaha shit!" The people around were all amused, they didn't even hear the referee whistle.

Under the urging of the referee, they still walked back. If they scored a goal, they had to take a kick-off in the center circle, even if the time was up.

The first half of the game ended quickly, and the outside world was still ignorant of Julian's shocking kick, and the players had already started to leave the field one after another.

The tension of the Arsenal players falling behind was temporarily dispelled by Julian. As they left, they said: "It's a grandson who just talks and doesn't do it. Can you show it to everyone?"

Julian squinted at them, and took out as soon as he said, wouldn't he be very embarrassing?

He chuckled, with an inexplicable air of a master: "Well, if I can't score another one in the second half, I'll show you."

Anyway, everyone will be in the same locker room in the future, and we will meet each other sincerely sooner or later, and we still don't have to be responsible.

Everyone: Damn, the little kid is not too young and his tone is not too small.

Even the Manchester City players heard it. They thought they had heard it wrong and kept looking this way.

Nasri looked at this from a distance, with no expression on his face. Last season, he was still one of the brawlers. This season, he would no longer be able to stand among them and joke with them.

In Bai Yueguang's old club, whoever meets is embarrassed.

Of course Julian is not that easy to talk to, he added: "However, if we can win this game, how about you standing in a row and taking off your pants in front of the boss?"

Everyone: "..."

Walcott expressed dissatisfaction: "Winning is everyone's credit, how can we take it off, and you don't?"

Julian looked confident: "If my personal goals in this game are less than three, I will take off my pants to the boss alone, and you can witness it."

Crowd:! ! !

Van Persie: "..."

He rubbed Julian's head, uselessly: "Nonsense."

Julian was a little unhappy to be rubbed on the head by him like a child. He opened the opponent's hand: "Just take off your pants, and you can still keep the fat times."

He lived to be 25 years old at least in his last life, not a few years younger than Van Persie, who just turned 28 this year, they are of the same generation!

However, Van Persie didn't pay attention to his protest. Julian is 18 years old, 10 years younger than him. That is a generation gap in football. In his opinion, Julian is a junior, or a child, who needs to be worried kind of.

He likes to be handsome and smokes, but he can't think about it at a young age. What is a child who doesn't want people to worry about?

Everyone was still laughing before entering the locker room, and the moment they entered the locker room, it was as quiet as a chicken——

Fuck, I'm so excited, I forgot the boss is here too!

They were too flustered just now, as if they were about to win, they almost believed it!

Sure enough, after closing the door, Wenger's expression was not very good.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they were silent.

Although the boss has a good temper and doesn't get angry easily, a soft nail is still a nail, and it hurts to pierce someone!

Wenger glanced at everyone, and finally his eyes stopped on Julian:

"Gentlemen, I know you were very excited about that last goal."

Julian didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't have any awareness of "he is a newcomer, he should be a man with his tail tucked in".

Wenger tapped on the blackboard: "But don't forget, this is Manchester City's home court, and you are still 1-3 behind. Looking at your appearance just now, I thought it was you who scored three goals."

"I would have liked to have seen you guys celebrate like this after the game, not now."

"You should also know what the outside media said about us. Are the Gunners really as they said, and this season is completely hopeless?"

"Your performance at the end of the first half let everyone see how brilliant Arsenal is, but just a little improvement, you are proud."

The faces of the players collapsed. No one understood the reason. They also suppressed it for a while. Finally, with Julian, a different pistachio, they couldn't hold back and indulged for a while.

Wenger is an old man, why can't he see the smallness in the hearts of these young people, he sighed and looked at the captain Van Persie.

Julian was still fearless, and he didn't feel any guilt at all. If Wenger hadn't seen that he was a good boy, he might have thought him a rebellious thorn.

Julian did have the confidence to be fearless. Everyone thought his kick was lucky, but it was not, his kick was not fooled.

He paid attention to the opponent's position after Joe Hart kicked the ball out-it was relatively forward, and he couldn't go back to the goal in a short time, so he had the idea of ​​seizing the space and grabbing the ball.

Julian does not do useless work, he must have his own considerations in chasing the ball.What he hit was the idea of ​​taking advantage of the goalkeeper to attack and succeed with a long shot.

Even if you can score in the end, it is not luck, but the sense of the ball!

Julian has never had such a thing as luck. His skin looks fair, but in fact he has to. Even if there is only one "Thank you for your patronage" out of ten cards, he will definitely be able to get it.

It can be said that he is the chosen one in another sense.

He doesn't hit a high percentage of penalty kicks. A goalkeeper once saved his ball with his eyes closed. However, it is said that the goalkeeper was too nervous to face Julian, so he closed his eyes altogether. Out of the boss's ball.

...Let everyone misunderstand that he is the Emperor Ou, that's fine.

"Robin," Wenger said, "you didn't do enough in the first half, do you know your problem?"

Van Persie nodded: "I know, boss, I didn't take the lead, and I didn't appease everyone at the first time."

He looked directly at his mentor, without seeing much reproach in the kindly old man's wise eyes, and then he heard Wenger continue: "No, it's not just that."

Wenger took a few steps in place: "In the second half, I need you to be more aggressive and aggressive. You have to do your best to tear apart the opponent's defense, even if you can't score a goal."

Van Persie nodded, unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, remembered something, and glanced at Julian again.

Wenger then briefly talked about the shortcomings of other players, arranged the tactical arrangements for the second half, and let them rest.

Julian blinked, and when everyone was silently wiping sweat, changing clothes and drinking water, he suddenly asked Wenger, "Boss, what's your plan for me?"

In the quiet locker room, his voice alone echoed.

"My arrangement for you, you have already said it yourself." Wenger said.

"One more, or two more, a hat-trick."

Wenger didn't seem to have the consciousness of telling a bad joke. He looked at the others: "I'm waiting for you to come and take off your pants."

Everyone drinking water: "..."

What the hell!

They almost choked themselves to death, and after calming down their shock, they looked at each other and reached a consensus.

If they can really turn defeat into victory and score three goals in a row, let alone take off their pants, they will be fine if they take off all their clothes!

Anyway, everyone is acquaintances, who hasn't seen who?

Chamberlain happened to be sitting next to Julian. The irritable old man would not be irritable now. He smiled at Julian: "It's up to you, brother, whether you can play hooligans on the boss."