"Walter, why do you ......" Paul. Stringara asked, puzzled.

'As he said, give him a chance, even if the trial is still bad, we have nothing to lose. Walter. Bonacia said.

"It's okay, let him die." Sterlingara nodded, he saw very clearly that this Chinese is really bad now, and no team will want him again.

Walter. Bonacia didn't speak, he stared into the arena.

Jiang Chenxi's firm and eager eyes touched him just now.

Boy, I gave you a chance.

Let's see what kind of performance you'll have!

……

Paul. Stringgara shook her head.

"It's a waste of time." He said to Bonacia.

The intra-team match has been going on for about ten minutes.

Jiang Chenxi appeared in the forward position of the substitute side.

In Stringara's view, Jiang Chenxi was running around in the front court like a headless fly.

In the past ten minutes, he only had two touches of the ball, one of which was cut off as soon as he turned around, and the other time, he retreated to the outside of the box to get the ball, as if he wanted to force his feet to shoot outside the box, but was squeezed by the tall black defender Frederick and put the anti-aircraft gun.

"Look again." Bonakia frowned slightly and said.

……

Jiang Chenxi also frowned.

Some hazy eyes glanced at his temporary teammates.

Maybe it was because he had been so bad in training, he was constantly running in the box, looking for open opportunities, but no one passed the ball to him.

In desperation, he could only retreat and reach for the ball.

Those two chances to get the ball were passed to him when his teammates were surrounded by the ball and fell into the opponent's circle.

Jiang Chenxi gritted his teeth, turned around again and ran into the forbidden area.

He tried to shoot from outside the box just now, but failed, and the familiar feeling of feet was obviously away from him for the time being, as the system said.

Cake Edge!

him, grandma!

Jiang Chenxi gritted her teeth, her expression a little hideous.

He's going to shoot now, he's going to score!

A pie striker - no one passes the ball to him, no one feeds him bread!

That's the biggest dilemma he's facing right now.

……

Gronier. Dreyfort saw the Chinese running back into the restricted area like a headless fly, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

'Good-for-nothing fool! ’

That Chinese even took the initiative to play the center, it's really funny, can anyone play the center?

Dreyfort is determined to score, and to score beautifully, to teach that Chinese a good lesson!

Grey was the striker on the bench side.

Obviously, his team-mates believe in the Parma Academy goalscorer, so they frequently pass the ball to him and feed him the ball.

It's just that Dreyfuor's form today is really average, he completed four shots, one was too right, one was off, and the other two shots were weak, and he didn't pose any threat to the goalkeeper Bodisna on the main side.

With disdain and ridicule in his heart, Dreyfull himself was a little anxious.

"Guys, pass me the ball!" Drevor raised his hand to his teammate, the young man who had been drawn from the youth team to the first team. Mariano shouted.

Mariano flattened his mouth, nodded, and said nothing.

He had already given Dreyfort two dangerous balls today, which was a good performance for a seventeen-year-old, but unfortunately both chances were wasted by Dreyfuor.

……

"Dreyvoll is a little out of the ordinary today." Bonacia said, "Did he have any holiday with this Chinese?" ”

Paul. Stringer also noticed that Dreyvoll had targeted Jiang Chenxi everywhere before, and now after the start of the confrontation, he seemed a little too impatient, which is not a good thing for a striker shooter: the shooter needs to be calm the most!

"I don't know." Stringgara shook her head. Greinier. Dreyfuor, who is 20 years old and on loan from Parma's reserve team, has only joined the club in the summer, so he is naturally not too clear about the youngster's past.

Right now.

on the field.

The main side scored.

Ricardo. Pepetuini broke the ball in midfield and sent a through ball.

Goalscorer Dario, who is on loan from Juventus. After receiving the ball, Vinitucci broke through with the ball, attracted the attention of two substitute players, and sent a through ball.

Nigerian shooter Kola Walle. Agdilin fired a low shot past substitute goalkeeper Paul. Ten fingers off in Ginestra.

"Hell!" Gronier. Freddell scolded.

His plan was to lead the substitute side to win the game and teach the Chinese a good lesson, but now he was scored by the main side, which made him very unhappy.

……

After the main team scored, they didn't celebrate much, after all, the main team scored the goal of the substitute lineup, which is a normal thing.

The game continues.

The substitute after conceding the goal strengthened the attack.

After all, the difference between the main team and the substitute side is not absolute, if they can play well and perform well, they can win the approval of the manager, they can get more playing time, and then win the main position.

However, the strength of the substitute side is obviously weaker than the main side, although the attack seems to be fierce, but for a while, it can not pose any threat to the goal guarded by Bodisna.

"Still running around. There is not the slightest performance. "Paul. Sterlingara shook his head, he had been paying attention to Jiang Chenxi, and found that the opponent was still running in and out of the penalty area like a headless fly, but in this time, there was no chance to even touch the ball, let alone shoot on goal.

Walter. Bonakia looked a little absorbed with his chin in his hands, as if there was something on the field that attracted him, and did not respond to his assistant's words.

……

"Pass!" Freddell shouted.

A black player took the ball, looked up at the front, and opted for a long pass.

Freddell jumped to the top.

The ball was pushed out by the defender.

Karimi. Mariano chested the ball and picked the ball straight into the box.

Fredel burst into the box to grab the point.

He sliding.

Didn't get to touch the football.

Goalkeeper Bodisna subconsciously stretched out his leg to block the football.

The old goalkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt a shadow appear in front of him!

He looked up!

I saw Jiang Chenxi!

What kind of eyes is this!

……

Jiang Chenxi was like a beast that had escaped from the cage, his expression was hideous, and his eyes flashed with fierce light!

Football!

It's just a shot shot!

He was so hard!

So hard!

He seems to be concentrating all his strength on his right foot!

After the football was kicked, it even deflated slightly, making a muffled bang, and then, suddenly!

Bodisna subconsciously reached out to block it!

However, the ball speed is too fast!

The ball slammed into the net from the top of his left hand!

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