After a short warm-up, the team is ready to start training for the game. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my car broke down, you know, it's unlucky." A little fat man hurried over, and everyone laughed.

Zhuo Yang saw that it was Bastian Schweinsteiger, a German who played in midfield, and was 18 years old this year.

Jurgen Klopp hung a coffin face: "Go run and warm up by yourself, ten laps!" ”

Bastian Schweinsteiger stuck out his tongue and ran sharply to the side of the court, and there was another laugh behind him.

The main purpose of the team training game is to adjust the state of the team, and also to see Zhuo Yang's performance on the court.

Zhuo Yang was assigned to the substitute team, and due to the injury of the substitute right midfielder Karl Rand in the last game, Zhuo Yang took a temporary break from cooking, and Zhuo Yang replaced him in the right midfield position.

Jurgen Klopp blew the whistle and the game began.

Although Zhuo Yang has not undergone professional training, he has never eaten pork, can he have never seen a pig run? He knew that the right midfielder was the one in the right line, going up and down, but that's all he knew.

Zhuo Yang received the ball in the backcourt and started the familiar abusive mode. First change direction to pass one, then feint to shake one away, and then stride the ball straight to the penalty area. When he was about to reach the penalty area, Zhuo Yang opened his stance, bent his bow and arrows, and was about to shoot from a distance.

Suddenly, a hairy leg flew next to the ground and shoveled the ball directly out of the sideline. Zhuo Yang couldn't catch up, and the thigh area that was slid over, "poof-" fell on the turf.

Zhuo Yang fell so painfully, grinned and turned his head to see that it was the captain Per Mertesacker. Zhuo Yang muttered in his heart: Is this a foul?

Per Mertesacker smiled and pulled Zhuo Yang up: "Are you okay, Zhuo? But you're really cool. ”

Zhuo Yang pouted: "Of course it's okay, it's just careless." Pell, next time it won't be so easy for you to shovel. ”

From Xi'an to Hannover, Zhuo Yang has played countless wild ball games, but because of the field and the skill of the wild golfers, he has hardly encountered tackles. Playing tackle on mottled turf, bare or even hard ground? Unless you don't want the skin of the whole leg anymore. Therefore, Zhuo Yang has no experience in tackling tackles at all.

However, this is Zhuo Yang, a genius with super learning ability, and others need to practice repeatedly, and sometimes Zhuo Yang only needs it once.

In the process of slowly running back to his own half, he spat out blades of grass in his mouth. Zhuo Yang had already gone through the tackle in his mind dozens of times, knowing every detail, and when he returned to his position, he gained the same experience as others had practiced dozens of times.

After receiving the ball again, Zhuo Yang shook off Ricardo Montolivo in stride, and after two cycles, he flashed past Jack Flynn and he was in front of the penalty area again.

Zhuo Yang flicked the football slightly outward, picked up his right leg, and pulled away to shoot from a distance.

A hairy leg came as promised.

"Sure enough. At that point, it's too easy. Zhuo Yang thought mentally and stinkingly.

Zhuo Yang quickly retracted his right leg, gently pulled the football back with the sole of his shoe, and then slammed it to the left with the inside of his foot, and the football obediently rolled behind his left leg, and at the same time, Per Mertesacker's flying shovel also roared, but this time all he could shovel away was a pile of air and grass clippings.

Dodging Per Mertesacker's flying tackle, Zhuo Yang stepped on the ground with his right foot to the left, raised his left foot to shoot from a distance, and the football just rolled to the step point.

Bend the bow and arrows, and take a hundred steps through the yang.

Suddenly, a hairy leg flew over against the turf, shoveled away the football with a "tom", and Zhuo Yang fell on the turf again.

"What the hell is this stepping horse?" Ignoring the grinning teeth, Zhuo Yang hurriedly raised his head to look, just in time to see another central defender, Terence Timothy, smiling at him with big white teeth.

Is this the encounter with the legendary assistant defense?

Zhuo Yang spat out the grass residue in his mouth while running back, and continued to replay it repeatedly in his mind, returning to his own half, and another pile of experience in hand.

Once again, receiving a pass from his own right-back, Zhuo Yang used several successive changes of direction to break through, and soon came to the front of the penalty area. This time, Pell. Mertesacker was very thief and did not rush to get off the shovel, bent over, crossed his legs, and stared at the football at Zhuo Yang's feet. Terence is also not far behind Mertesacker's flank, ready to make up for it.

Zhuo Yang swiped his foot over the top of the football. Mertesacker didn't take the feint, and once again swiped through, but Pell was still not fooled. Suddenly, Zhuo Yang slammed the ball to the left, causing Per Mertesacker's center of gravity to shift, and then flicked the outside of his foot to the right for another trip. There was no way, and Per Mertesacker subconsciously made a tackle with his legs, but Zhuo Yang poked lightly with his toe in advance, and it crossed the tip of Per Mertesacker's shoe in a millimeter. At this time, he only hated that his legs had not grown ten centimeters longer.

Terence, who was highly focused, kicked two steps, and his one-meter-ninety body soared into the air, with his left leg on top and his right leg down, heading straight for the football shovel.

Zhuo Yang pulled the ball and stopped suddenly, rubbed the bottom of the football with the tip of his right foot, kicked the turf with his left foot, and the man and the football jumped up at the same time, jumping directly above the body of the roaring Terrance.

At this time, it was already near the penalty spot. Zhuo Yang landed with his left foot, bent his right leg backwards, and kicked the ball towards the ball with his straight foot.

"Which of you is in a rut now?" Zhuo Yang was a little proud, the first training match in his career was now, and he had already seen the nervous eyes of the opposing goalkeeper.

If you don't eat the meat in your mouth, then it's not yours yet! - Zhuo Tongtong

Just when Zhuo Yang was holding on to nine out of ten, there was a huge impact from his shoulder, and he was unsuspecting and was knocked out three or four meters.

"What the are you seeing again?" Zhuo Yang rolled twice on the turf before turning to the air when Duke Mottley, the main right midfielder, passed the ball to Billy Ralph.

Duke said to Zhuo Yang, who was lying on the ground, "Boy, don't be so crazy, there will be a time when you will suffer." Rookie! The tone was extremely nasty and unfriendly.

Zhuo Yang rolled over and got up, and replied with a sentence that never suffered a loss: "Duke, be careful not to let me break your legs." After saying that, he didn't bother with Duke again, and ran slowly towards his own half.

Duke's angry ass smoked, looked at Zhuo Yang's back, and spat fiercely on the grass.

Zhuo Yang was still spitting grass clippings while running, and he was broadcasting replays in his head, completely absorbing these failed experiences. However, at this time, the main team scored.

Just now, Duke cut off Zhuo Yang's ball and passed it to Billy, who in turn passed to midfielder Nigel de Jong, who handed a long pass to left midfielder Ricardo Montolivo, who took advantage of the substitutes to press back and go straight into the far corner of the penalty area to score a goal.

After the restart, Zhuo Yang became more active and kept reaching for the ball. After receiving the goalkeeper's kick-off, Zhuo Yang first broke away from Ricardo Montolivo, then past Nigel de Jong, and once again faced the defensive combination of Per Mertesacker and Terence.

When he slowly flicked the ball with his feet, Zhuo Yang had already noticed that the fullbacks were also collecting in, and planned to wrap himself together. When the full-backs were about to get in front of him, Zhuo Yang slammed the ball and pretended to change direction, and before Per Mertesacker and Terence could react, he swiped the ball forward, deftly passing between the two central defenders, and at the moment when the two were about to close the door, Zhuo Yang had already squeezed through.

The front was open, and the goalkeeper had no choice but to attack. Zhuo Yang caught up with the football and adjusted his pace. At this moment, he saw that Duke had rushed towards him in a menacing manner.

"Do you want to use that trick? Idiot! Zhuo Yang thought to himself. I just ate a dark loss from Duke, and this is the right time.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. This reason doesn't make sense in Zhuo Yang, he can usually report it on the spot.

Zhuo Yang made an arc with his right foot, and the ball flew around the fingertips of goalkeeper Clark Edmund, and when he was about to fly into the goal, Zhuo Yang also stood still, his feet rooted, his right arm clamped on his body, and his elbow slightly bent back.

The moment the ball flew into the goal, Duke's impact also came with a bang.

Zhuo Yang stumbled, staggered, and then took root and stood firm, but Duke Motley fell to the ground and curled up like a pig.

His ribs hit Zhuo Yang's elbow.

Zhuo Yang stood there with an innocent and inexplicable expression, and the talent value of the performance emperor was all full.

On the sidelines, Klopp paid no attention to the howling Duke. He said to Woolf, the assistant coach next to him, "Edwin, do you understand?" It's hard to imagine that Zhuo had no professional training before and had never played regular games. His ball and sense of the ball are so good, the combination of man and ball is so beautiful, I have never seen a little guy as skilled as him. Klopp's face was excited, "Moreover, he has a super learning ability, and after one failure, he can effectively avoid repeating failures the second time, which is amazing." ”

"However, he still has a lot to polish, such as not knowing how to cooperate, not wanting to participate in defense, and not shooting decisively enough. However, because of this, Zhuo is worthy of our training. He is a completely unpolished diamond, so the future of Zhuo has infinite possibilities. The stubble on Klopp's face was shaking. Anyway, I think we've found a treasure this time! ”

Klopp also did not find out about Zhuo Yang's trick against Duke, and the entire training ground did not find it. Duke only charged after Zhuo Yang shot the goal, which is a red card action in a regular game, which is completely redundant, and he also injured himself, which requires a stupid IQ, so everyone looks at Duke with a stupid look.

Duke, who felt embarrassed by himself, no longer howled, he was pulled behind the goal by the team doctor, spraying painkiller aerosols, his mouth kept gasping, and his eyes glared at Zhuo Yang viciously. Duke himself didn't know what was going on, how could he bump into it, that Chinese kid didn't have anything to do, but he suddenly got angry?

Zhuo Yang didn't have the heart to take care of Duke anymore, and was celebrating with his teammates on the bench. Zhuo Yang is a newcomer, and he doesn't want to go too far, or if he just makes more damage and adds more strength to his elbow, then Duke's ribs will have to be broken.

Jurgen Klopp called captain Per Mertesacker to the sidelines and nodded his head as he said something.

The game continues. Zhuo Yang still kept asking for the ball, and then received the ball and broke through. But the next game he found that it was noticeably different from what he had just done.

As soon as Zhuo Yang got the ball, two opposing players immediately pounced on the defense at the same time, sometimes even three. When he used all his strength, he finally broke through, but he was entangled by two or three defenders again. The defensive strength and defensive skills of professional players are far from being comparable to those of previous field ball opponents.

Although Zhuo Yang still played all kinds of techniques, arranging flowers and folding willows, which was very good-looking, he kicked all the way, which made him depressed.

Zhuo Yang is very magical, but Zhuo Yang is not a god!

From a distance, it can be seen clearly that most of the teams on the main side are besieging Zhuo Yang at a very high level. Wave after wave, wave after wave, Zhuo Yang fell into the vast sea of people's war. But Zhuo Yang was in it, and he didn't know it.

That's what Klopp just told captain Mertesacker. When the substitute side attacked, the main side let go of the others and tried their best to contain Zhuo Yang. After the ball is broken. Quickly pulled away and counterattacked, hitting Zhuo Yang's back.

Klopp, who has been a professional player, knows that when dealing with geniuses, you can't just preach and reprimand, but let geniuses find problems on their own.

At the end of the first half, Zhuo Yang, who was tired and out of breath, found that the score was ...... 1:6！

"Holy shit, what's going on?" Zhuo Yang was even more depressed.

At this time, the substitute players looked at Zhuo Yang with a little resentment and unkindness. Although there is a gap in ability with the main team, conceding six goals in the half is also a bit exaggerated. And these six balls were all lost because after Zhuo Yang's sticky ball was broken, the main side played a counterattack.

But none of the players on the bench said anything. First, because the personal skills that Zhuo Yang showed just now are like flowers, they really can't compare, and they have never met each other. Moreover, Zhuo Yang is a newcomer to the new arrival, strange means unfamiliar, and unfamiliar means polite. Everyone is still in the stage of being polite.

Zhuo Yang sat alone in the rest area, gasping for breath while drinking water. With the first half replaying in his head like a movie, he had to figure out what was going on.

Genius Zhuo Yang encountered a new problem. For him, football shouldn't be like this. Almost all of the football that Zhuo Yang encountered before belonged to other people watching his performances, and they were just closer to the audience. At most, some of the disgruntled people muttered, "That's pretty much it, boy." But what if you don't get angry? You can't kick me in a ball, and you can't beat me in a fight.

Geniuses love to be more real, and people who are more serious are easy to drill the horns. On paper, it is shallow, Zhuo Yang drills bullfighting!

Klopp walked over slowly and sat beside Zhuo Yang, smiling, like an old fox with glasses.

"Zhuo, tell me, what do you think in the first half?"