The dribbling pace of the poison dart frog was something that Pierre envied. He knew that the average person with short legs and short legs would be faster on his feet, and Bruno was only 168 tall, so he naturally had this advantage. But whenever he saw that Mr. Amber, who was a little taller than himself, could also make such a quick foot movement, it was not envy that could be described, only admiration and admiration.

Pierre grinned. Then, immediately look around, for fear of being seen by your teammates. Mr. Amber is so fast, maybe his nickname should be "Alien"? Which one sounds cooler, "Aliens" or "King of Spades"?

Everton were 1-0 down and the ball was back out.

When they visited the new Queen's Park at the start of the season, it took Mr Amber just 19 minutes to score a hat-trick.

This game should be Pierre's last game at Everton.

Now that the two teams are only three points apart, Pierre wants Everton to win.

Football is a fun game for Pierre, and he would rather not want to win. But he hastened to remove the thought from his mind, for Mr. Flores seemed to know everyone's thoughts, even from such a distance. And Mr. Flores definitely doesn't like his own ideas.

After all, any game is only as fun as it is when you win.

Pierre received the ball from a distance from the box and his team-mates looked scattered. There's an obstacle here, and I can't bring it myself, his brain told him. But his body made the opposite decision. He brushed away a strand of black curls wet with the snow, and then stroked the ball with the soles of his feet. The force was not light or heavy, just right, he rolled the ball diagonally forward, and then leaned over.

Opposite is the QPR midfielder named Benjamin Hamilton. Pierre knew that the other party had something similar to him, but he didn't care. As long as I want to win this game, I can win.

He never deliberately goes to the training ground to practice some particular skills in advance, although he knows some people do. That's the equivalent of playing zuo bi in the game, and Pierre Junchet prefers to play as he pleases.

Hamilton was completely on his side, his left foot quickly outstretched, and Pierre knew it was an illusion. Who's stupid enough to turn their body completely sideways to me? At least not this guy. Pierre pulls the ball back slightly. He was trying to force me to go to the side. I don't.

Pierre made a feint to the left and then slammed the ball with his left foot in the opposite direction, in the middle.

The person on the other side was passed, but there was another person who followed! It was the captain of the QPR, who came to make up for the defense at a very fast speed, but Pierre was caught off guard, and as a result, he fell to the ground and the ball was kicked away.

It's not so interesting now.

He glanced up at Hamilton next to him. I know, he deliberately restricts me to the wing if I go to the left, and if I go to the middle, the red-haired guy comes and breaks my dribble.

This smart bad guy!

"No!" cried the French boy. The QPR captain passed the ball forward, and Pierre struggled to push it forward, shoveling hard in the direction of the pass, splashing a cloud of mud and putting the ball from his opponent's feet.

The ball jumped at the feet of the poison dart frog.

Then, Benjamin saw Bruno shoot straight with his right foot. A smile unconsciously flowed from the corner of his mouth. He thinks that most of his teammates, most of the QPR fans, and she have this expression in his heart. It seems that Hans-Bachmeier really has no weight in the heart of this poison dart frog.

The goal was 40 meters from goal.

But this ball ......

Bruno's shot whizzed past Hans Bachmeier's fingertips......

Smashed on the beam.

After that, Pierre saw that the QPR centre-back on the opposite side was busy clearing the ball, but did not kick far - probably because the ball was too slippery with snow and water - and ended up falling in front of the penalty area again. Bruno Ergas pounced.

This time, the poison dart frog changed one foot and shot vigorously from the top of the penalty area! This second bombardment to the goal made Hans, who had already fallen to the ground, completely unable to save.

1:1! Pierre jumped up from the snowy meadow.

And the smile on the corner of Benjamin's mouth froze in the small snow in the sky.

****

In the locker room, the atmosphere was solemn.

Patrick opened the scoring on a counter-attack. After that goal, many players and fans in the stands seemed to think that things would be like the game at the beginning of the season. But the truth was that Everton equalised right away.

The rest of the game, very bad. On the muddy field, Everton switched to a defensive focus, and now everyone is black and wet.

In addition, Genk, who was in good form in this game, pulled the cross to the back of his right thigh in the last minute of stoppage time in the first half. Alice said that maybe it wasn't too serious, and that hamstring injuries are common in consecutive fights.

It's just that this caused Lu Ling to have to make a substitution at the beginning of the second half. Moreover, in this way, not only Leon and Glenn will continue to be absent, but Genk will also be absent in the following games.

It's not that the medical and physical departments of QPR are doing badly. The impact of the European Championship and Copa America could in fact last all season, and this season's QPR schedule is indeed harsh. In fact, if you compare all the things, QPR has had the fewest injuries in the Premier League in the past three seasons.

Lu Ling had already asked Jacob to warm up in advance, and this was her choice to replace Henk. As she is unhappy and worried about her defence, she needs to improve her running ability in midfield. Everton will certainly still play in the second half and they will be looking to level the points. But it will be how much threat we create up front.

She looked at Ben.

Benjamin probably had the least mud on either team.

He was observing, everybody's movements, everybody's demeanor, and trying to understand everybody's thoughts. As in the last match, he still believes that despite Everton's overall strength, the core focus is on those three attacking players.

Felipe Delgado is a tall striker with incredible power like an iron tower. He has the typical enthusiasm of a Mexican player, but the agility and running ability of his feet are much higher than that of a player of his height. I don't know who will win if Phil and Delgado fight, he even thinks so. These two people are very similar. However, Phil was not so impressive today, and Benjamin knew it was because of a flawed defender on his team's side.

Bruno Ergas's eyes were tinged with gloomy anger. Benjamin knew that the anger was coming from his family and his upbringing. As a child, he wandered around, experiencing poverty, crime, and even death. That may have brought the South Americans, nicknamed the poison dart frog, a ruthless feeling of no mercy. Bruno tackled his own ankle hard in the first half and was unapologetic afterwards. The referee didn't see it, but luckily he wasn't injured. Bruno's every movement was like a hurricane that could blow in place, and it was hard to imagine that such energy could burst out of that short body.

Pierre Junche is very talented. This eighteen-year-old French boy is so skilled that he can do whatever he wants. He also has a childlike innocence, which makes him unconsciously burst out with countless whimsical ideas, and can see lines and possibilities that others simply can't see. Pierre could be a natural attacking midfielder who could become a super number 10 over time if he was nurtured properly. He'll be more of a real striker than he is.

She has said that whenever she has the opportunity, she will make herself play higher. There have been times in previous games. Although Benjamin, like her, thinks the central midfield position is the best fit for her. But he was hungry to get closer to goal......

She was looking at him when he looked up.

****

In the second half, Benjamin Hamilton came in behind Phil Beasley. Patrick-Amber shifted slightly to the right.

QPR has an unbalanced formation on both sides, 4231 on offense, and Joey on the left when defending back, which becomes a 4321-like position. Benjamin or Patrick, if they go back, it's 4411.

This is not a pre-trained program. But she's clearly confident in her mastery of the game. Benjamin thought of this, lowered his head and smiled.

The snow was still falling, and it seemed to be a little heavier.

Phil was sandwiched between four tall players today. Two centre-backs, plus two midfielders, blocked the space for him to receive the ball. Although Patrick's first-half goal was instrumental, Everton haven't given QPR such an easy chance since then.

Phil glanced behind him. Damn, now Benjamin's t running behind my ass to direct me to run?!

Everton, a cowardly team, have been huddled back for a few minutes ready to play our counter-attack, Phil thought so, Benjamin had already sent the ball. The ball was given comfortably and seemed to encourage him to turn. So Phil lowered his center of gravity, followed the ball to the opposing defender Jose Jimenez, and turned directly to the penalty area. Phil then fired a shot at goal, but it was saved by the goalkeeper.

Benjamin ran to take a corner, passed by Phil and said, "That ball shouldn't have been shot." ”

Phil immediately grabbed him, "You don't want me to turn around?"

"Yes, but the angle of the shot is not good. Jimenez is their strongest defensive player. Your best bet is to give the ball to Pat. ”

"I didn't even see Pat. Having said that, Phil wasn't so sure. As if he was in a hurry to shoot, he seemed to catch a glimpse of someone coming up from behind him, and someone seemed to be calling his name in the snow.

You should see: But Benjamin didn't argue anymore, he just smiled.

That was Phil Beasley's most disgusting expression. Then, the hateful guy ran to the corner flag area.

****

Lu Ling watched the progress on the field. Marco Silva didn't launch the onslaught in the second half as she had expected. Instead, Everton has adopted a somewhat conservative strategy.

She had a hypothesis in her head that it was because Marco learned about her half-time substitution (because Jacob had gone to the court to warm up at halftime), guessed that Benjamin would be pushed forward, and then responded now.

Ben rarely plays in the midfield position. He used to play as a right wing-back at Fulham and has been transformed into a central midfielder under her, similar to Xavi or Toni Kroos. In fact, the requirements for playing in the front midfield are very demanding, and this Everton is a double midfield combination, even Patrick, who was pinned down for a while.

During this time, she could see that Ben had been trying to figure out a way on the court, but it seemed that he didn't have a good way to crack it for the time being.

She clapped her hands on the pitch and motioned for the players to recycle a little.

It was Everton's goal kick.

She saw Ben looking at her, and she immediately pointed to a certain Everton player.

Ben will understand. He shouted something to Patrick and didn't choose to retreat with his teammates.

Lu Ling curled the corners of his mouth on the sidelines. The boy who had talked to her about football stats in the Harrington video room flashed to her. It's always easy to communicate with him.

The player she was pointing to was Everton's midfielder Willian Carvalho. The Portugal international is strong and a bit overweight, which makes him look a bit bulky, but the man has a good foot and technique, and is the heart of Everton's back-to-back playmaking, somewhat similar to a mix of Ian and Ben's usual responsibilities.

Give the ball to Everton but don't let William Carvalho get it. Everton's attack will be hampered.

In this way, whether it is poison dart frog or Pierre, there will always be one who will be impatient to return to half court to get the ball. According to this line of thinking, there will be more opportunities for QPR in the future.

She saw Ben very smart in defending Carvalho. He doesn't follow his opponent closely, but he adjusts his position and angle to follow the opponent's likely receiving route.

Alone, by moving and observing, he formed a fan around Carvalho – he chose the most economical way, choosing the most likely line and discarding the less likely directions, thus cutting off the lines that the Everton defenders might pass to Carvalho.

Is this why you love puzzles?

When she solves mathematical reasoning problems, she also likes the process of finding the optimal solution. What she longed for most was never just a proper daan.

Within minutes, Everton were unable to organise a decent attack, despite a lot more time on the ball.

If this continues, there will always be people who have to start in a hurry.

****

Sure enough, Pierre ran back to ask for the ball while waving his hand.

Benjamin seemed to have a long eye behind him, and he took the initiative to give up Pierre's side, but still resolutely blocked Carvalho's side.

Moments before the ball reached Pierre's feet, Patrick popped up from the side and slammed into it.

In Pierre's opinion, Mr. Amber, despite his talent, has never been a very good defensive player. Pierre was ready to turn around directly, wanting to touch the ball and wipe his idol.

But Patrick gave him a push with his left hand on the back.

The french brat stumbled. What is this...... Do you use the rules wisely? That push and shove won't make him fall - it would be too embarrassing if he fell, but it would be enough to disturb his balance.

However, God gave Pierre excellent balance and coordination, and he stabilized his body in a fraction of a second, and continued to strengthen his side with a force on his waist.

Oh, and it would be even more fun if the game included a direct one-on-one with Mr. Amber!

Patrick didn't give in. Pierre has room to break through, and this kid will definitely choose to go it alone, or even hope to play himself. For a moment, Patrick saw Pierre's eyes—or, perhaps, the boy, was playing soccer as a fun game.

Naive boy.

Patrick's mouth twitched.

Afterwards, Patrick didn't know what had driven him to make that move. Maybe he's an arrogant bastard who has played with too many players, including his national team teammates, or maybe he just thinks that's the best way to go.

At that moment, Pierre's right foot made two extremely delicate touches in a row within a second, trying to lure Patrick out of the way. Patrick thinks it's better to move the ball out of the way at times like this, but Pierre clearly finds that too boring.

Patrick stepped out and hit the ball hard, and the ball made heavy contact with Pierre's right foot at the same time, causing the Frenchman to fall.

After this fierce foot fight, Patrick's speed didn't suffer much. In the afterglow, Benjamin had quickly thrown away William Carvalho and followed up forward, with Phil's running in front of him.

Patrick played the ball to the left with the outside of his instep and Benjamin received it from outside the box.

Fast straight plug. Phil was timing his run perfectly, Patrick thought.

Benjamin, however, opted for a direct shot on goal. Patrick frowned. It wasn't the best option, but Ben's shot was precise and powerful, sticking to the ground and rolling up snow, just like Ben's maiden shot.

However, Everton's world-class goalkeeper Renato cleared the ball with his fingertips.

Patrick looked at Benjamin, and he suddenly realized why Ben had chosen to shoot himself. That's probably why Ben didn't even know about it. Patrick looked back at the sideline, and in the midst of the snowflakes, the dark-colored girl looked over and hugged her head.

Benjamin stared in that direction, disappointment flashing in his eyes. At this time, Phil walked past him, raised his eyebrows and said, "That ball shouldn't have been shot." ”

"Maybe you're right. I'm so sorry. ”

Patrick overhears the conversation.

The corner is taken by Benjamin.

Patrick saw Renato attack, and quickly retreated outside the box.

The ball is knocked out by the goalkeeper's fists and falls to the perimeter, where Patrick motions for John to give him the ball quickly.

The ball came over and Joao Mario pressed it on, but Patrick got close to him, rubbed the ball away, and then turned and volleyed hard - the curve flew over the crowd in the box and into the top corner!

After the goal, Patrick's fingers moved slightly. Snowflakes blew on his handsome face. 166 Reading Network