Chapter 470: Zhuo Yang is a Thief (Page 1/1)

Anatoly Timoshchuk, a 29-year-old Ukrainian, had been playing for his home giants Shakhtar Donetsk before coming to Zenit. Timoshchuk is now the captain of Zenit, a midfield pivot that is both offensive and defensive.

Timoshchuk has won the Ukrainian Footballer of the Year three times, which is not an obvious honor in the whole world football, but let's not forget that Ukraine has a Shevchenko. Tymoshchuk was able to steal the limelight from Shevchenko in three seasons, and his football ability and status in Ukraine can be seen.

Tymoshchuk's interception role in defending in midfield is important to the team, and there is no shortage of cleverness in his tough defensive style. Before the game, head coach Advocaat gave him the task of containing Kaka, and clearly said that if he could do it, it would be the best effect.

In the absence of Zhuo Yang, Kaka's depth ability is the key point that threatens the opponent the most, and if it can be successfully contained, AC Milan's attack will lose more than 50% of its power.

As a result, it took only 9 minutes for the cunning Tymoshchuk to sneak up on Kaka's knee from the side, forcing Kaka to limp and be substituted.

Kaka, a first-class figure in football, would not be able to stand on such a high step if he could easily be attacked by others, and there was a great competitive risk in sneaking up on him, which was not an ordinary task. But it has to be said that Tymoshchuk was very lucky, because he was a person who loved to laugh, and people who love to laugh will always have good luck.

Timoshchuk couldn't laugh right away, because Zhuoyang loved to laugh more than him, and he was more cunning than him.

Timoshchuk took the ball and prepared to transition, but Zhuo Yang pounced on it to launch a high press counter-attack. But he pounced too violently, the movement was old, and he left a very large gap on his side. Timoshchuk took advantage of Zhuoyang's inertia to wipe the ball in the opposite direction and staggered and easily got rid of it. Just as he was about to sprint away, a long leg suddenly appeared under his nose and stole the football abruptly.

The vacancy in the opposite direction was naturally deliberately left by Zhuo Yang, Timoshchukno is old, because of the relationship between level and vision, he has never suffered such a loss in football.

Timoshchuk is not a person to admit easily, he turned over and chased after him, stretching out his left hand to pick Zhuo Yang's shoulder. Zhuo Yang bowed his head to the right and walked diagonally, Timoshchuk's paw was pulling on his face, and Zhuo Yang blindfolded him with a 'whoosh' and fell into a king's eight.

Zhuo Yang was a brave man, he didn't roll on the ground at all, but sat on the turf with a grunt, rubbing his right eye vigorously with one hand, and his face was full of wry smiles.

"Dude, isn't it? You're trying to rip my eyeballs out? ”

He shouted in such a loud voice, and it was still in German, he didn't say it to Timoshchuk, who was close at hand, but to let Merck, a famous German sentinel who was rushing over, listen carefully and clearly.

Looking at Merck's yellow card, Timoshchuk didn't know where he had caught Zhuo Yang in a hurry just now, but he was just strange why things were so inch, obviously he was rushing over his shoulder, but Zhuo Yang's head happened to be short and tilted his head. Timoshchuk was somewhat at a loss, he felt his index and middle fingers wet.

Seeing that the plan was successful, Zhuo Yang stood up and secretly spat on the ground twice, and Timoshchuk's fingers were salty, like unwashed fragrant braised phoenix claws.

Zhuo Yang's free-kick has already shocked the world, although the location is a little farther and more away, 34 meters from the goal and 6 meters from the touchline, but the Zenit people dare not be careless. The five-person wall is indeed an exaggeration at this distance, and usually three or even two people are already very face-saving for the opponent. But facing Zhuo Yang today, it is a safe move.

Goalkeeper Malafeev is also very careful in commanding the human wall position, and he is the replacement for CSKA goalkeeper Akinfeev in the Russian national team, and Akinfeev is one of the toughest goalkeepers Zhuoyang has ever faced.

The horse team and Neimei led a group of headers to gather near the corner of the big penalty area, Zhuo Yang and Pirlo, Seedorf got together and muttered a few words, and then the three separated, Pirlo stood on the side of the ball two meters to cover, Seedorf went to the edge of the wall to wreak havoc, Zhuo Yang stepped back seven or eight meters, and knocked on the ground with his right toe back.

Mr. Merck whistled, and Zhuo Yang ran with a big stride after a small step, his long hair fluttering back again.

In the final step, with his left foot at a distance of 72 cm ∠ 30 degrees from the football, the Zenit player's eardrums seemed to hear a heavy drum. The muscles in Zhuo Yang's right leg no longer trembled with running, they were all tense and condensed together like solid rocks.

The Zenit wall widened its eyes as it watched Zhuo Yang's right foot smash into the sky, they protected their chests with their left hand and their crotch with their right hand, and their legs were slightly bent and ready to jump.

Here it comes! Jump~

The human wall was surprised to find Zhuo Yangnu sweeping directly from the left side of the football with his right leg, shooting like an arrow to the inside of the wall. Meanwhile, Pirlo's run-up was complete.

Fuck, fake!

Fuck me! Andrea Pirlo is also a top free-kicker, and he is more adept at falling from distance.

The one who landed fast quickly jumped for the second time, and the one who landed slowly bared his teeth to see Pirlo, five people, five expressions, five postures, and the ugly end of the life.

Pirlo wasn't fake, but he still had a false shot. Pi Shao didn't let the fallen leaves drift, but pushed the ball straight with the arch of his foot to the side of the wall, not in the direction where Zhuo Yang inserted it. On this side, Seedorf had been waiting sideways for a long time.

The long-range shooting of the tomahawk from 40 meters away, and the imagination of the gods and ghosts with short passes between people within 10 meters, these are the two great skills of Seedorf in the football world at his peak.

With his right foot rubbing the outside of his left foot, Seedorf flicked the ball against their toes to Zhuo Yang on the other side under the hasty attack of the two dispersants.

Now there is no need to play any more minds, Zhuo Yang raised his right leg again outside the top of the arc, and the vice captain of the Russian national team, Anyukov, let himself go to block the gun's eye, but saw that Zhuo Yang's right leg had an obvious rhythm delay. Not to mention this, just looking at it felt very twisted, and in an instant, Anyukov, who flew by, remembered the feeling of competing with his friends when he was a child, who could stop the pee with an order.

Goalkeeper Malafeev remembered that when he was in middle school, he stood up to answer the teacher's questions and was taken away by the classmates behind him.

Zhuo Yang stepped with his right foot in the air, taking advantage of the rhythm difference to shake off Anyukov's flying block, followed by a sudden surge of the instep of his left foot, anti-Newton and anti-Chopin's scissor two kicks.

Anti-sportsmanship fakes, unconventional free kick coordination, anti-science and anti-human shooting, Zhuo Yang is an anti-thief.

The football dragon is shocking, showing two arcs from the bottom up and from the outside to the inside at a low altitude, and when the corners are hung in, Malafeyev does not even react.

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