Zhen Shaolong didn't know how to play.

He slept for a while.

When I woke up again, I heard Flor say that he wanted to play, and when his mind was still a little foggy, he ran into a strange guy.

And now he's finally reacting--

That is the legendary president of the club, Mr. Ritman, whose interests have been crooked!

Zhen Shaolong's body shook in disgust, feeling uncomfortable all over his body, he did not discriminate against homosexuality, but he also held the attitude of staying away if he could.

When he really stood on the playing field, Zhen Shaolong calmed down, he had already stepped onto the playing field, and he didn't want Bergman to forget himself, or anything else, or to get rid of distractions and play seriously.

As for whether to be selected for the first team, Zhen Shaolong also has some small expectations.

As the saying goes, the greater the expectation, the higher the disappointment......

Ever since he got the golden finger and did a lot of tasks of throwing his face on the street and stepping on a few feet, Zhen Shaolong has been used to thinking about things in the worst way.

So he only thinks about the advantages of the youth team: a group of familiar teammates, time to work out, and the occasional beautiful Lisa as he slowly improves through his daily tasks......

Ahem.

The last is not the point.

"Zhen, catch the ball!" When Zhen Shaolong was still immersed in his own world, a shout called him back to reality, Kreuzer passed the ball over, and seeing that he didn't seem to be paying attention, he immediately shouted a reminder.

Then, the ball was missed......

It was a very simple pass, Kreuzer and Zhen Shaolong were less than ten meters apart, there was no opposing player in the middle, and there was no Zhen Shaolong by his side.

But it just missed.

Seeing this scene, Flor covered his face directly in pain, as if it was his player who didn't want to admit the mistake, and the others couldn't help but laugh.

It's the same on the field.

First-team midfielder Brückner easily caught up with the ball, passed it to his team-mates, and said with a smile, "That Asian kid who just came on the pitch is really interesting, is he really a youth team player?" ”

A teammate next to him ran and gossiped, "I know him, please love Superman!" ”

"And a nickname?"

"Don't you know? Some time ago, every morning ......"

Even on the playing field, gossip spreads very quickly.

Zhen Shaolong's face turned dark.

He doesn't care about other people's gossip, but it's normal to get distracted occasionally and not catch the ball, right? Do you need to laugh at it constantly?

"When I have the opportunity, Lao Tzu will let you see what a real striker is!"

Zhen Shaolong rushed towards the front.

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Zhen Shaolong wanted to use the "Nirvana" skill to teach the first team a lesson, and help himself score a goal by the way, but it was very difficult to do it.

After the first team replaced the main players, the suppression effect on the youth team did not have the intensity of the opening, but it was not easy for the youth team to attack.

The youth team's offense basically relies on only two people.

One is Kreuzer, who is active on the wing, fast and technically flexible.

The other is Freiberg.

Freiberg did a better job of cooperation, and his overall strength was strong, because his teammates were worse, and his performance was not as good as Kreuzer.

But it was very difficult for either Kreuzer or Freiberg to get the ball into the box, let alone the small box.

That's delusional!

Zhen Shaolong played for more than ten minutes, did not even touch the ball once, and was completely reduced to a transparent person, without any contribution to offense and defense.

Bergmann, who was on the sidelines, also noticed.

Zhen Shaolong made a deep impression on Bergman, so he also attracted attention after playing, Bergman observed for a while, and asked Flor suspiciously, "In the youth team game, don't the strikers have to participate in defense?" "It means that the situation is so passive, Zhen Shaolong shouldn't just stand in front.

Flor glanced at Terman and whispered, "He just joined the team and has only played a few games, so I didn't specifically ask him to pull back." ”

Bergman nodded.

This is a young man with little experience.

on the field.

Zhen Shaolong doesn't care what he doesn't defend or not, he is very clear about his strength: aside from the factors of the system, his technical and physical comprehensive strength are at the downstream level in the youth team, and he can't be compared with the first-team players at all.

If you want to perform, you must rely on the system.

If you retreat to participate in defense, what is the difference between it and others?

Can you score goals?

Strikers don't exist to score goals!

When all the players of the youth team, including center forward Sako, were retreating to defend solidly, only Zhen Shaolong was in front, as if the goals of the youth team were tied to him alone.

He's a lone hero!

Zhen Shaolong thinks so, but he is the only one who thinks so, and other youth team players are still complaining that he doesn't come back to defend, even if his defensive ability is poor, coming back is a personal meat pillar, which can also have a little effect.

"Why is he still ahead!"

"How passive the game is now! What the hell is he doing in front! ”

"I don't know what he's doing, leave him alone!"

“……”

In an environment where he was not understood, Zhen Shaolong still insisted on his own approach.

Finally, he saw an opportunity.

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This is a rare attack in the youth team.

Albrecht's long-range shot from the first team was missed, and the ball was held in the arms of the youth goalkeeper, and then a big foot drove the ball to the wing, and Kreuzer grabbed the ball and quickly drove forward.

The youth team launched a counterattack!

The youth team has also launched several counter-attacks before, all of which ended in failure, and they couldn't even get a normal shot on goal.

Kreuzer learned his lesson and dribbled past midfield and moved straight away.

Freiberg!

Freiberg managed to receive the ball, and he played a trick at his feet, shaking off the defenders in front of him, before seeing an unguarded Sacko......

He didn't pass the ball!

Sacco was stunned.

"What is he doing!" Flor shouted angrily from the sidelines.

Bergman didn't care and smiled, "It's normal for young people to be expressive. ”

Freiberg wanted to do more, and when he had the chance, he had to work his own, so he continued to take two steps before an opposing player rushed over.

Front and back bag clips!

Freiberg regretted not passing the ball early, and he couldn't continue to break forward, so he had to take a symbolic shot from the spot.

Thirty meters, it's also a long-distance goal!

Freiberg is a semi-technical midfielder, but he is not the type with thicker thighs than his waist, and it is impossible to kick 30 meters with power.

The soccer ball flew lightly towards the goal.

Moment.

Zhen Shaolong launched "Foreknowledge", and immediately judged that the football would be caught by the goalkeeper, and then ...... The goalkeeper is out of his hands!

Opportunity!

Zhen Shaolong's eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed towards the goal.

At this time.

Everyone paid attention to Freiberg, paid attention to the football in the air, and the objects to be defended were also Sacco and Kreuzer, and almost no one noticed Zhen Shaolong, who had been missing for a long time.

First-team goalkeeper Honarev received the ball with both hands that didn't care at all.

"It's a little slippery," Honarev couldn't hold onto, and the ball fell in front ......of him.

He didn't care.

When he was about to bend down to pick up the ball, he realized that there was an extra black shadow in front of him.

Before Honarev could react, the football disappeared in front of his eyes, and when he looked up again, he noticed that the youth team players opposite were raising their hands and cheering--

"The ball is in!"

"It's Zhen! 1 to 0! We're ahead! ”

"Oh my God! That's great! ”

“……”

Honarev was stunned, turned his head and saw the football rolling inside the door, and the youth team players standing on the side, smiling faces, and his self-esteem suddenly received 9999+ critical damage.