[Football] The beast is coming

Dylan's kick was strong and heavy, and when it passed Ferrero's ear, he even felt that his cheek was hurt by the wind brought by the football.

The teenagers on the opposite side were even more "violent volley" and "Rivellino's stunt", and they exclaimed for a while.

But that didn't help.

A powerful heavy artillery shot, but it failed to hit the "goal" even a little bit.

The football flew high and hit the tree trunks outside the field directly.

Dylan heard the sound of a branch snapping.

Fortunately, he sealed the acupoints in advance. Although this kick is full of strength, it is also the strength that ordinary people can achieve——

If you can’t reach it, it can only mean: either your own potential is lower than the average level of ordinary people, or the exercise intensity is not enough, and your potential has not been well developed.

——Dylan can also hear it, the branch that was broken at this moment is only a small one that does not exceed the thickness of the average baby's wrist.

As for football, although football was hit hard, there was no fatal trauma.

So he has no self at all. In a sense, he has become the self-consciousness of a little monster in the eyes of teenagers.

Dylan understood the surprised, amazed, frightened, and even frightened gazes of the teenagers as surprise and admiration after being slapped in the face.

So when Mr. Driver voluntarily and consciously ran to help pick up the football, Dylan smiled at the teenagers very kindly and showed a mouthful of baby teeth:

"What I said before, it counts at any time. You can switch camps and go to their side at any time, even if you suddenly turn back in the middle of the game, it doesn't matter!"

After all, an old man who is hundreds of years old, even if he is not a baby in his own vegetable garden, as long as he is a well-behaved child, he is still somewhat happy.

Dylan smiled kindly, but in the eyes of the teenagers, it was like a great white shark baring its teeth.

Only then did the fool switch to the opposite side!

Didn't see the little fat man regret why he chose the opposite side?

Seeing that Mr. Driver had come back with the football in his arms, the little fat man was about to shake out wavy lines of fat all over his body, but he didn't have the courage to speak.

In the end, "Horseshoe" helped him and said:

"Can you switch from this side to the opposite side?"

Dylan shook his head decisively:

"No. Originally, the strengths of the two sides are not equal. If you have to replace them, that would be too much of a disadvantage."

He is a person with a particularly competitive spirit, so don't bully children.

The little fat man is about to cry, and it's not a regular game, so why don't you just play around?So what are you doing seriously?

but……

Huh?Simply Playing?

The little fat man was blessed to the heart, and said tremblingly:

"I, I don't want to play anymore! It's uncomfortable to sweat too much...

Yes, it is uncomfortable to sweat too much!After all, I am fat, you know, sweating a little bit makes me uncomfortable!You guys keep playing!me……"

The little fat man took a quick look at the sidelines, probably feeling that no matter where he was, he still couldn't completely escape the danger of being accidentally injured by violent shots, so he had an idea again,

"Marty, didn't you say that Leo liked the cookies you brought back last time? I, my mother seems to have made some more today, and I went back to get them right away. After everyone kicked it, it was ready to eat. Marty, when the time comes Bring some back with you!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't dare to see Dylan's reaction, and ran away with his fat body shaking.

The teenagers who were abandoned by him on the court were stunned:

"...This guy can run so fast."

The only boy left on the opposite side, "Horseshoe", was not as trembling as the little fat man. He just coaxed Dylan patiently:

"My kid will definitely be a heavy artillery player like Rivelino in the future! But our stadium is too small, and the football will fly out with a little effort...

You see, how about this, the kid will shoot with less strength next time, okay? "

Dylan's nerves have always been thick, especially the one related to emotional perception. At this time, he didn't realize that he was being feared as a little monster.

"Horseshoe"'s attitude of coaxing a four-year-old baby is very obvious, and Dylan still has the kindness and tolerance of a centuries-old senior (death to face):

"No problem. I originally thought that for a heavy artillery like this, it would be enough to let you experience it."

The teenagers followed the "horseshoe" and said in a row:

"Yes, yes, just one kick from the heavy artillery just now is enough for us to see how powerful you are!"

Then they winked at each other.

It wasn't a bad idea, but after confirming that the danger of accidental injury from the heavy artillery was removed, the teenagers who had seen Dylan's power were all ready to realize what they (casually) said to Dylan before the game.

Caught off guard and suddenly turned against the water, from a partner covering teammates to an enemy who suddenly steals the ball...

Hehe, if he can break through smoothly and get a single kick, then he will be a perfect undercover agent like a textbook!

The teenagers have beautiful ideas, but it is a pity that beautiful things are never realized by thinking.

After a half-hour game was agreed upon, the driver, who was watching the part-time referee on the sidelines, reminded that there were only 5 minutes left in the game. They didn't even have a chance to turn back, let alone form an effective single-handed fight!

On the other hand, the real enemy on the opposite side, basically as long as they are willing to face down, if two people surround them together, one time out of three times they can successfully steal the ball from Dylan's feet; if they are even more shameless, Ferrero directly dribbles through , the remaining three surrounded and defended Dylan...

Well, the opponent has already used this method to score three goals, which can barely be regarded as their own victory, but it has nothing to do with the undercover agents.

Now the score is 0:3 on the field, with Dylan, who has a particularly loud tone, in front.

...That is to say, Dylan didn't even have an effective shot.

Although in fact Dylan shot much more times than Ferrero, after all, although his dribbling ability is not good, but his speed is fast enough, and his ability to steal the ball is absolutely better than the opponent.

Sometimes you can take the ball and run to the opponent's feet, and you can quickly grab it back.

In just 25 minutes, including the violent volley at the beginning, Dylan had a total of [-] shots.

An average kick can be achieved in less than 2 minutes, even if the opponents are all bad, it is an amazing result.

…However, inversely proportional to the number of shots he takes is the number of shots he takes.

Thirteen shots, none of them were on target!

Even if the first landing point is within the court at any rate, there are only three feet!

What kind of toe shot, what kind of instep volley, what kind of inside-foot curveball, what kind of outside-foot curveball...

Anyway, except for the violent volley, which is too lethal, Dylan simply demonstrated the basic shooting movements to the teenagers.

Standard movements, no hesitation in kicking, absolute textbook-level demonstration.

...The premise is that if you don't look at the results...

All thirteen shots went flying, and ten of them didn't even land on the court...

Anyway, no matter what other people are like, Bardock couldn't stop laughing when Ferrero scored twice, but Dylan, who was so loud before the game, saw nothing but harvest.

For this reason, a goal was missed, otherwise the score would have been 0:4 long ago.

...But when the final whistle (the whistle blown by Mr. Driver) sounded, the score was indeed not 0;4...

It's actually 0:5 directly!

In addition to Ferrero scoring another goal less than 2 minutes from the end of the game, there is another goal from Dylan.

Yes, you read that right, Dylan worked very hard and finally scored a goal at the buzzer.

Unfortunately, the score did not become 1;4, but 0;5.

...because it was an own goal.

The author has something to say:

Will those who have been looking forward to watching Dylan play football be disappointed?The little beast doesn't have the golden finger to kill all directions... However, the little beast only loves football now. Although it also wants to chase the victory, it is not fun to crush with the golden finger fully open!He wants to enjoy football without getting too hung up on winning.So I completely sealed my ability after body training, and even because of the seal, I couldn't precisely control the subtle movements of my body to pass and shoot... Dylan's football is so willful. When he was playing with youngsters on the pitch , far from letting go when kicking small stones on the bottom of the sea, but they are all enjoyable