The striker complains about the midfielder, the midfielder complains about the defender, the defender blames himself, and the goalkeeper complains about the turf.

After Ou Chuliang spoke, the teammates who complained about others closed their mouths one by one and lowered their heads.

When a goalkeeper is on the turf, he has put all the blame on his shoulders.

"Captain, that's not what we meant..."

"Okay, don't care if you mean it, just kick it well. Where is this? ”

Ou Chuliang's smile and generosity infected the whole team, "Yes, the game has just begun, what is there to be afraid of?" ”

"Just concede a goal and make it back!"

The players yelled and ran out of the penalty area and got back into their positions.

Seeing his teammates regain confidence, Ou Chuliang's brows furrowed.

Marcelo's single knife just now is definitely not an accident!

Whether the opponent is stealing, dribbling, breaking, splitting, or passing the goalkeeper, all the actions are just right and come naturally. And the most critical part of it is not that he broke the ball from Zhang Xiaorui's feet, but...

Just as Achuria was thinking, Gremio's attack arrived again.

It was also Marcelo who carried the ball, and the ball seemed to be stuck to his feet, and he couldn't shake it off.

"With... Bring... Suddenly... It's time to pass! ”

Ou Chuliang read his steps in his heart, and sure enough, after the word "pass" lit up in Ou Chuliang's mind, Marcelo pushed with his right foot and handed the ball to his teammates.

"Run, intersperse, pass, receive..."

The next series of steps quickly generated in Ouchulian's mind, and he instantly judged Gremio's next "itinerary".

It's not a special feature, it's just a combination of the experience of the game and the interpretation of the situation on the pitch.

As a goalkeeper, Ou Chuliang has the best vision. But unfortunately, he is only a goalkeeper and cannot control his teammates like the mother worm in Star Wars.

He could see Gremio's offensive line, but he could only shout his judgment at key points.

When he shouts, it is often the most critical moment.

This time, however, he didn't shout or even instruct his teammates what to do.

Because he knows that even if he shouts out, it will be in vain.

Tian Ji horse racing, with his own strength, attack the enemy's short, a hundred tests.

Lucian, who is nearly two meters tall, stands on the edge of the penalty area and doesn't even have to jump to complete the task of "transit station".

The situation that Ou Chulian hated the most arose was born.

The opposing tall striker is not used to win the ball in the box, but to be used as a bridgehead.

In this way, Ou Chuliang, the only one who could compete with Lucian for air supremacy, would have no use.

In the face of the opponent's header ferry, Jianlibao temporarily lost all means of coping.

Because no matter how you jump, the Jianlibao players on the field have no way to restrict Lucian's header.

With deliberate practice, Lucian's header was very accurate.

Zhang Ran didn't pay attention, and was killed out of the crowd by Marcelo again and ran to the ball.

Is it going to be a scene of the striker single-handedly playing the goalkeeper again?

Looking at Marcelo's ball in almost the same position, Zhang Ran's face was like ashes, and he was anxious.

He was one step behind and desperately chased Marcelo, but the opponent had already rushed into the penalty area, and it was too late for him to start or kick down.

"Left protrusion? Right protrusion? Left shot? Right shot? ”

Ou Chuliang quickly thought and judged in his heart, but not only was he not familiar with Marcelo, but Marcelo's ball control skills were extremely skillful. In a short period of time, Ou Chuliang denied at least five outcomes, but he just couldn't get an answer.

"Incision."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Ou Chuliang's ears.

"Shift the center of gravity, swing the legs, buckle lightly..."

Guided by the voice, Marcelo's next movements were played out in Ouchulian's mind like a slideshow. Just for a moment, Ou Chuliang judged that this was most likely to be Marcelo's next move.

Time on the court was fleeting, Ou Chuliang did not hesitate anymore, his legs were like arrows off the string, and he suddenly abandoned the door.

At this time, Marcelo really did as Ou Chuliang expected, dangling a false shot and deceiving Zhang Ran with a feint.

But by the time Zhang Ran completely rushed out of Marcelo's sight, Ou Chuliang had already rushed to the ball.

Fell to the ground, stretched out his hand, and glided, Ou Chuliang did it in one go.

Marcelo's other foot didn't have time to touch the ball when it was confiscated by Acchulian.

Seeing that the shot was hopeless, Marcelo decisively withdrew his leg to avoid losing both.

"Oh !!"

Regret on the pitch overshadowed the cries.

It looks like fans want to see another great goal.

As Acchulian held the ball, the Gremio players receded like a tide. After handing the ball to a team-mate on the left wing, Ou Chuliang looked back at the left.

Behind the goal, apart from a few teammates who acted as ball boys, there were just a few scattered fans. In this kind of stadium, fans are more likely to occupy positions on both sides of the stadium to watch the game, and rarely stand behind the goal to watch the game.

"Am I having auditory hallucinations?" Ou Chuliang frowned, "Or God's voice?" ”

In Brazil for a year and a half, before every game, the Brazilian team will hold the Bible, read it aloud, and pray to God to bless them, which shows that they are also frightened at the beginning of the game.

Ou Chuliang was not religious, but the voice just now did echo in his ears, as if it were real.

No, it can't be!

Ou Chuliang smiled, even if there is really a God, he should help Gremio who prayed to him, how can he help me?

Since you can't figure it out, don't think about it again!

Ou Chuliang shook his head violently, and vigorously chewed the chewing gum that had long been tasteless in his mouth, so that his spirit was concentrated.

Gremio and Jianlibao have each other's offense and defense, but unfortunately, Jianlibao's attack mostly ended in failure, while Gremio's attack is more of a threat to the goal behind Ou Chuliang.

"Bottom to the left..."

"Shoot to the right..."

"Fake shot..."

"Passing..."

Gremio's attacks came like a tidal wave, and these chimes kept ringing in Acchulian's ears. Sometimes Ou Chuliang didn't even have time to make a judgment on the information, and his body subconsciously made corresponding movements.

And then it turned out that the voice was not deceiving.

Who is it?

Who the hell is it?

After another effort to keep Marcelo's far-corner shot out of bounds, Acchulian quickly got up from the ground and looked behind goal.

"Team Ou, it's beautiful!" Bao Wenjie, who has a yin and yang head behind the goal, praised.

Each team will have at least one pick-up player behind two gates per game. For example, when Jianlibao opened the goal, it was Bao Wenjie who picked up the ball, and when Jianlibao kicked a corner, it was the Jianlibao player behind the Gremio goal who picked up the ball.

"Team Ou, what are you looking at?"

"Abalone, did you just speak?"

Abalone is the nickname given to Bao Wenjie by teammates, symbolizing the players' expectations for a better future.

"Talk? I've been talking! Bao Wenjie's head was full of question marks, "Team Ou, your ball is too extreme." I kept staring at it, and it was almost a little bit like the ball went in! ”

Ou Chuliang shook his head, ignored Bao Wenjie's praise, and turned around to command his teammates to make up the defense.

Gremio's players picked up the ball and threw it directly to their teammates waiting in the corner.

At the referee's whistle, Gremio took the first corner of the first half.

Looking at the ball spinning in the air towards the goal, Ou Chuliang quickly calculated the trajectory of the ball in his mind. There is no need to determine where the ball will land, as the ball is often earned by the player when it is in the air.

"Front!"

Ou Chuliang's eyes lit up, and he was extremely keen on the path of the high-altitude ball. After the opponent kicked up, Ou Chuliang quickly judged the result.

As the result was generated in his mind, Ou Chuliang did not hesitate, and directly took a step forward and ran towards the ball.

At this moment, a voice sounded in my ears again.

"Front."

"That's right, it's not auditory hallucinations!" Ou Chu's conscience was overjoyed.

"However, Lao Tzu doesn't have time to deal with you now!"

Ou Chuliang, who was competing for the high-altitude ball, only ran two steps before jumping high, raising his arms high like a straight eagle taking off.

At this time, Gremio's big tall Lucian also broke free from Sui Dongliang's restraints and rushed towards the ball from outside the penalty area.

The two of them ran to the ball with their feet one after the other, jumping almost at the same time.

Sui Dongliang only felt that there was a mountain rising from the ground on both sides of his body, and it was still climbing.

Soon, Sui Dongliang's line of sight saw a pair of big roc soaring into the air, spreading their wings and soaring, they belonged to Lu Xian.

And in the next second, a pair of fiery red phoenixes came from behind, and they continued to rise after quickly surpassing Lucian's roc. In the end, Sui Dongliang had to raise his neck so that he could put the pair of bloody phoenixes in the center of his sight.

At this moment, in Lu Xian's two pupils, Ou Chuliang's resolute face biting his lips actually appeared. The black native from Rio de Janeiro closed his eyes at the last minute, voluntarily gave up, and surrendered.

With his hands like pincers, he grabbed the ball above Lucian's head with precision, as if he had removed the crown of a crowned king.

It's a pity that in front of Ou Chuliang, Lucian's high-altitude ball will always be the uncrowned king.

Trample!

Lucian landed on both feet, and his figure subconsciously took a step back.

Rise!

Half a second later, Ou Chuliang also fell to the ground, stepping on a puff of smoke next to his feet.

"Counsel, run for me!"

After Ou Chuliang shouted, he directly threw the ball in his hand into the air. Supplemented by a sweeping leg, the ball went straight to the front like a cannonball.

After launching the fast attack, Ou Chuliang did not look at his teammates in the front court, but turned his head as fast as he could, looking at the sound source just now.

In sight, a little boy in a black and dark training uniform wearing a Gremio training uniform was putting his hand on his forehead, his feet crossed, and looking directly at the ball that was kicked away by Ou Chuliang.

"It's him!?"