Place the ball at the top of the arc of the penalty area.

Take a few steps back.

Chu Ge glanced at the prop wall.

Run up.

One kick at the ball.

"Smack!" Sneakers and soccer balls applaud for love.

With this crisp sound, the football flew in a brilliant arc, flew over the human wall, and crashed into the net.

The ball went in.

"It's okay." Chu Ge nodded.

Just as he expected.

When taking a free kick, the system will correct the power and angle of Chu Ge's free kick according to a series of parameters such as the current wind speed, turf condition, football weight, shoe friction coefficient, etc.

It's like a super brain, or an alpha dog.

"Could it be that Ke Jie will be defeated?"

"You can't beat a dog."

Chu Ge recalled the three-way station between Alpha Dog and Ke Jie not long ago,

Thinking of the tears that fell from the genius boy after the defeat in the face of artificial intelligence,

Ke Jie was full of confidence before the game......

"Oh, human wisdom."

……

"Hey, Chu. You say, if De Bruyne had chosen to foul and give you a free-kick, would you have scored that free-kick at that time? Seeing Chu Ge send the ball directly into the net three times in a row, Rashford was stunned.

He'd never seen anyone take a free-kick so precisely.

It's like taking a penalty.

Even the penalty kick is not as perfect as Chu Ge, it is simply where to hit and where to hit.

It's horrible!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Rashford wouldn't have believed his eyes.

Although the penalty position has not been moved, it is the easiest position to score a free kick in the statistics; Although this is just a training ground and not a real battle, there is no goalkeeper in front of the goal, and the human wall is also a prop that will not take the initiative to defend, but seeing Chu Ge so stable three free throws and three hits, the arc and landing point of the three free kicks are exactly the same, as if perfectly copied, Rashford feels very shocked.

He couldn't help but think of the scene from the last game.

After the game, many pundits almost unanimously mentioned a common point when commenting on Chu Ge's third goal: if De Bruyne had decisively chosen to foul at the time, the outcome could have been completely different.

They explained it very clearly.

If De Bruyne had committed a foul, the classic goal from Chu Ge would have been replaced by a direct free-kick from the edge of the box.

If that free-kick hadn't been scored, the score would have been 2-1 and the home side were just one goal behind.

If De Bruyne's goal at the end of the game is counted, the final score of the Manchester derby this time is likely to be fixed at 2-2, a draw.

Manchester United and Manchester City have a point each, with Chelsea still top of the league and Manchester City still third in the league.

A lot of people think so.

Even a number of Manchester United players have similar thoughts.

Marcus Rashford once believed their views. However, after seeing Chu Ge's performance in training today, he began to have doubts. If De Bruyne had really chosen to foul at that point, would it have really ended differently? Will Chu Ge's hat-trick really end because of this?

Chu Ge set up the football and glanced back at Rashford.

"Of course."

Crisp and clean.

"Really? That's pretty cool! But ......"

"Nothing."

Chu Ge turned around and kicked it, and the football once again obediently responded to the net.

"You see, it's very simple. Isn't it? Pointing to the football that fell into the net and was still bouncing, Chu Ge smiled calmly.

He's getting more and more proficient.

"Every time you can follow almost the same trajectory, every time you score. That's amazing! Rashford's eyes lit up. He looked at the football as if he had seen a miracle.

"But the intensity of training is different from the competition. It's not like this, there's no real human wall, there's no goalkeeper. Rooney walked by. He happened to hear the conversation between Rashford and Chu Ge, and couldn't help but interject.

Rashford was a little confused.

"It shouldn't make a difference." Chu Ge thought for a moment and said.

In fact, he also wanted to try it out in the game, but unfortunately De Bruyne didn't give him that chance. In this regard, Chu Ge had some regrets.

"No difference? How can there be no difference? What a difference! Rooney clearly didn't believe it.

"This ...... Why don't we simulate the situation of the competition? Rashford looked at Rooney, then at Chu Ge, and cautiously proposed.

"That's a good idea." Chu Ge agreed.

"That's it." Rooney was quick to make a decision. He began to greet his teammates, simulate the actual combat situation, line up the wall, and organize the free-kick defence.

De Gea wore gloves and stood in front of goal.

"Chu, I won't release water." He greeted Chu Ge with a smile.

"Hmm." Chu Ge nodded, "Just do your best." ”

Soon, the human wall was lined up. Fellaini, Herrera and several other tall defenders stood in the middle of the wall.

Everything went according to the specifications of a normal game.

It's just that the players are not as nervous as they are in official matches.

They looked at Chu Ge with a smile.

"Chu, I know you have a lot of free kick ability. However, if you can enter every time, I don't believe this. Fellaini winked at Chu Ge.

The teammates laughed lightly.

Mike Phelan stands on the edge of the training ground. He stood with his chest crossed and smiling.

Obviously, he's happy to see what happens on the pitch.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone walk in.

Phelan looked sideways.

Ferguson walked over to his side.

"The players are joking, and they actually alarmed the big guys!" Phelan was shocked.

Noticing Ferran's eyes, Ferguson smiled slightly, and nodded in the direction of Chu Ge, signaling to take a look at Chu Ge's free kick first.

Watching Chu Ge seriously place the football, somehow, he didn't think it was just a joke.

……

Chu Ge looked at the highest point in the human wall, Fellaini at 194cm; I looked at De Gea in the goal again, probably the best goalkeeper in the Premier League.

These high-level teammates have now become his opponents.

But so what?

Chu Ge began to run.

Boom!

The ball expertly slipped over Fellaini's head and plunged into the net in the eyes of De Gea.

Ball.

in.

"It's okay." Chu Ge nodded.

The trajectory of the free-kick was almost exactly what he imagined.

It hasn't been affected too much because of the changes in the human wall and the goalkeeper.

"So handsome!" Looking at this wonderful and deadly arc, Rashford couldn't help but sigh.

"What Chu said is indeed right. Even if that goal becomes a free kick, Chu can send it into the goal. It's really worthy of being my idol, this strength is simply too strong. He looked at Chu Ge with a relaxed face, and his heart was full of admiration.

"That's good. At this age, with such excellent free kick footwork, Chu is really very good. Fei Lan looked at Chu Ge with a smile.

Ferguson on the side did not speak, and his eyes were also full of appreciation when he looked at Chu Ge. At the same time, Ferguson was still thinking about something.

"How did the goal go in?"

Fellaini, who was in the wall, looked back at the football in the net and was amazed.

All he saw was the ball jumping high, then he jumped without touching the ball, and then the ball went in.

"This ...... This doesn't count! I'm not ready yet! ”

De Gea was a little embarrassed.

Conceding the goal in such inaction was a blow to the proud goalkeeper's confidence.

He was not convinced.

Just like Xiao Kejie.

It's not just De Gea who is not convinced, but the other defenders are also a little unconvinced. They all said that they had lost the ball because Chu Ge was too fast and didn't react, and they strongly asked to do it all over again.

"If it's a game, you've already conceded a goal." Rashford reminded.

Rashford's words made the players blush a little. They looked at each other, knowing in their hearts that Rashford was right.

But.

Chu Ge didn't bother with them about this.

He also hopes to try a few more times to brush up on his proficiency and confirm the skills of the system.

"Then do it again." Chu Ge beckoned his teammates to kick a football. He patiently placed the ball at the top of the box and prepared to take the free-kick again.

This time, the expressions of the teammates were obviously much more focused than before.

Chu Ge's last goal seemed to alert them and make them dare not be careless.

De Gea stood in front of the door, leaning against the pillar, and kept commanding loudly to the wall to stand. The players in the wall remind each other of their positions, and the defense is tight and airtight.

"It's kind of interesting. Now, it's pretty much the same as defending a free-kick in the game. Can Chu still score? Seeing this scene, Phelan laughed.

"It can be a little hard. The best free-kick player can't hit 100 per cent, even at the top of the box. Giggs also walked over and stood on the other side of Ferguson, smiling.

He looked at Chu Ge and thought to himself, even if he didn't score this time, Chu Ge's free kick talent was one of the best talents he had ever seen in his career.

Ferguson remained silent.

He looked at Chu Ge seriously.

The football was soon set up again.

Initiate.

Run up.

Hitting.

The ball flies, over the human wall, and into the net.

It's as smooth as flowing water.

From the process to the result, it was almost exactly the same as the last free kick.

The only difference was that De Gea made a save this time. He took a quick step towards the football, jumped on the ground, flew and jumped, and the movements were very stretched, graceful, and very well completed, very ornamental, like a goalkeeper saving textbook.

However, it is of no avail.

The ball flew past his zone at breakneck speed and flew straight to the goal.

It doesn't make sense at all.

Martial arts in the world are unbreakable.

Even De Gea's quick reaction could not resist a faster ball than he saved.

"Wow!"

The teammates were amazed.

Marcus Rashford jumped even more excitedly.

Ryan Giggs and Ferran looked at each other, while Ferguson smiled.

"Come again! I'm not convinced! ”

De Gea blushed.

“OK。”

Chu Ge beckoned, and the football was placed again.

Run up.

Hitting.

A glittering arc crossed the wall, past De Gea's futile hands, and fell into the net again.

Mortal saves.

Chu Ge looked down at the area under his feet, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe one day, people will name this area after me."

"It's called ...... Chu Ge field. ”