Swish!

The ball grazed the net crisply, making a crisp cheer.

Looking back at the football that fell into the net, the goalkeeper of the Henan Zhengzhou team was stunned.

The face was full of disbelief.

Conceded a goal?

Are we lagging behind?

“B——”

The referee blows the whistle and points his hands to the center circle.

The goal is valid.

1:0.

Hubei Jiangcheng team leads!

There are also defenders in the Henan Zhengzhou team who are complaining to the referee, saying that Chu Ge has been offside before the goal, and the goal should be invalid.

And the Jiangcheng team in northern Hubei has already begun to celebrate.

The players of the Jiangcheng team flocked to Chu Ge and cheered loudly for Chu Ge's goal.

They were excited.

Before the game, almost everyone, from the coach to the players, thought the game was lost.

However, it is they who are leading now.

Looking at the excited teammates, Chu Ge smiled faintly.

If Pei Xiaowei was here, he would definitely have to say "sit down, sit down, regular operation" at this time.

Chu Ge looked at the stands.

His friends were in the stands.

Seeing Chu Ge looking over, Su Qingqing waved his hand at him, then reached out and grabbed the lower edge of his shirt and made a gesture of lifting it up.

Chu Ge knew that this was what it meant to let him strip and celebrate.

He turned his head sideways, pretending not to see.

In the stands, Su Qingqing stomped his feet and pouted, looking a little depressed.

Chu Ge smiled.

The referee dismissed the protests of the players of the Henan Zhengzhou team and signaled for the kick-off in the center circle.

Soon, the game resumed.

Taking advantage of the fact that the football was flying around in the half of the area, Chu Ge found an opportunity and took the time to glance at the system.

"You get the praise from the superstar Zidane, the superstar appreciation points +1!"

"Congratulations on acquiring your skills, Flying Immortals."

What?

Chu Ge was surprised.

The Wheel of Fortune that was just opened yesterday drew a useless skill system, but I didn't expect it to have a little effect today?

Flying Immortals?

Zidane?

Flying immortals outside the sky, Chu Ge knows.

It was in the 2002 Champions League final that Zinedine Zidane scored a stunning left-footed volley to give the Blancos a victory over their then-rivals Bayer Leverkusen.

With this goal, Real Madrid was crowned champion of the European Cup.

This goal was also voted the best goal in the Champions League that season.

The media described that goal as a flying fairy out of the sky.

But what's going on with Zidane?

Zidane is a superstar, there's no doubt about that.

Chu Ge is curious, where did this Zidane's superstar appreciation point come about?

He quickly ruled out the possibility that Zidane had seen his football video.

Although Su Qingqing is also trying to circumvent the wall and upload Chu Ge's football video to Twitter, but, first of all, Chu Ge does not know whether it has been successfully transmitted; Secondly, even if it is really passed on, the chance of being seen by Zidane is too small.

Chu Ge is not famous abroad at all, and he is still Chinese.

If it's table tennis, or badminton, then maybe someone will pay attention to it.

No foreigner would be interested in a football video of an unknown Chinese.

So, is Zidane on the scene?

Chu Ge was taken aback.

He was a little excited.

Zidane, in the minds of fans, is like a superstar.

How did he end up here?

Did he come to see me play?

Where is he?

Chu Ge looked at the stands, the judges' bench, and the bench, but found no trace of Zidane.

With Zidane's popularity, if he comes to watch the game, the organizing committee will definitely take the opportunity to publicize it and let Zidane sit in a very eye-catching position.

This is a perfect opportunity to rub off on the popularity of celebrities, and the organizing committee can't be stupid enough to miss it.

However, Chu Ge looked around and didn't find where Zidane was.

If Zidane really came, how could he not find it?

Chu Ge was a little strange.

He didn't think about it for long, though.

It's still in the middle of the game, and he's occasionally distracted, so it's not a big problem. Prolonged distractions can lead to problems.

He needs to stay focused on the game.

Actually, Chu Ge's guess was good.

Zidane was indeed in the stands.

He wore a hat to cover his shiny head, and a large magic mirror to block his charming eyes, and he took only one assistant with him.

The Jiangcheng Sports Center is a stadium that can accommodate 50,000 people, and the stands are sparsely packed with spectators of only a few thousand.

Zidane sat in a remote corner, unobtrusive.

Chu Ge didn't find him, it's normal.

In fact, Zidane's visit to the game was completely accidental.

The assistant bought him a ticket from Madrid to River City.

After arriving in Jiangcheng, Zidane slept for the night.

However, due to the jet lag, he didn't sleep well and wanted to go out for a walk.

It just so happens that today is the finals of the Central China Division.

Zidane saw the propaganda poster hanging in the sports center in the car, and saw his chic and handsome posture (self-righteousness) in the poster, so he casually asked the assistant.

From the mouth of the assistant, he learned the news of this game.

With the mentality of "I have nothing to do anyway, just come in and have a look", Zidane entered the stadium.

After watching it for a while, Zidane felt bored.

The level of this game is not as good as that of the lads in Castia.

However, considering that he had finally received money from the organizers of the event, maybe some of these young men would accept his guidance in the future, so Zidane was patient and continued to watch for a while.

It was at this time that the counterattack of the Jiangcheng team in northern Hubei appeared.

In Zidane's eyes, Chu Ge's performance was somewhat interesting.

The team counterattacked, and the center was the fulcrum to get the ball, but he was looking left and right while running sideways.

Others may not understand what mystery is hidden in this, but Zida is like Spiegel in his heart.

Every time Chu Ge moved, Zidane could know what he was thinking.

The ball passed from the feet of the BLU centre-forward, and the red-clad centre-back took a few steps forward.

And the blue team No. 9 is even faster than the centre-back.

Before the defender could start running, the BLU No. 9 had already run back almost a metre or two.

Immediately afterward, the number 9 made a sharp turn, shook off everyone's defenses, and accelerated towards the football landing point.

All this fell into the eyes of Zidane.

The rest is a logical one.

The number 9 dribbled the ball very quickly, and the red-clad player chased back with all his might, but no one could catch up with him.

Soon, he dribbled into the box and formed a one-on-one shot.

Facing the attacking goalkeeper, the number 9 calmly pushed the far corner of the goal.

The ball goes over the goalkeeper's fingertips and into the net.

"Nice counterattack."

Zida thought to himself.

He glanced at the number 9 player who had scored the goal with some interest.

He started comparing the players from Castilla to the number nine.

The figure is okay, just a little thin, but the leg strength is strong, the starting speed and the running speed with the ball are very fast, basically reaching the level of those lads in Castia.

The shot is also very calm, the quality is quite high, similar to the players of Castilla.

However, in Zidane's eyes, the most important thing is not that.

Keep an eye on the position of the opposing defender and move sideways. Moments before a teammate passes the ball, he suddenly runs in the opposite direction to get out of the offside trap of the defender.

These few times, it's kind of interesting.

"This player has good basic qualities and can play with his brain."

"It's a bit of a talent."

"See again?"