Some young internationals such as Zhang Linfan, Du Wei, and Feng Xiaozhu just heard how fierce and popular the small table used to be, but in reality, they have not been taught, and they don't believe it.

Who is Ronaldo now, he has become the first brother and second brother in world football, echoing Messi from afar, the sun and the moon are shining, the peerless pride of modern football, and he must be a figure who will be famous in the history of football.

But today's outbreak of the small table seems to make him see a shadow, according to his dribbling speed, if he follows him, he only needs an accelerated burst to advance, and he can pass himself in minutes.

Fuck, it turns out that he can be so awesome, as if the small universe has exploded, and the Super Saiyan has transformed? Zhang Fanlin, who likes anime, is even more amazed from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that this dead fat man's ancestor was indeed rich.

has reached the final line, then turned around and looked at Yang Biao, who was still struggling to catch up, there was no pride and ridicule on his face, but a little more silence.

Perhaps thanks to this enemy, it was he who made him feel like the wind again.

Yang Biao, who ran to the finish line, didn't care, "You just took shit luck, do you understand?" You can't outrun Brother Biao's. Brother Biao is not convinced! ”

"I'll let you ten meters!" The small table is unfazed.

Feeling the strong confidence in his tone, Zhu Guanghu's eyes stared, in recent years, the domestic football world has said that the small table has been abolished, in fact, it is indeed a fee, although he can still play the main force in Guoan, but he is also an ordinary starter, and he does not play much role.

But he always had a little expectation in his heart, he didn't believe it, because he had seen the strength of the small table at his peak, and he didn't believe that a talented player would sink like this, he was still young, so every time he was betting, every time the national team called up would have his name, but every time he was waiting for him was disappointment, what he saw was a waste striker who had no fighting spirit, lack of self-confidence, chaotic and chaotic days, and didn't even dare to pass the basic and rush to the top.

I was fortunate enough to be in the same era as the small table. The older generation, who had experienced his demeanor, felt his suddenly changed aura, and they all glanced at each other. The deep meaning of it is not clear.

"Fuck, you still dare to compete with Brother Biao." Regarding the changes in the small table, Yang Biao was like a fly smelling rotten eggs, as if he had been injected with hormones.

That's a good thing! The semi-finals can't be done on your own! If the potential of the small table is brought to the fore, the forward position will not be worried.

As long as this kid's confidence is raised, he still has the strength, at least he is a Brazilian cheetah Muric-level striker. It's a big reinforcement in this semi-finals!

"Ready, rush!" Zhu Guanghu waved his big hand excitedly.

As free as the wind, the combination of man and ball is becoming more and more skillful in running, even if Yang Biao is ten meters, Yang Biao is also looking forward to sighing and unable to do anything.

"Yang Biao's level doesn't seem to be so bad?" Suddenly, he saw a sly light shooting out of Yang Biao's eyes, as if he had grasped something.

"I can't see that your kid is a little level, the time is almost up, eat first, and then do it in the afternoon, I don't believe I can't do you." Yang Biao scolded.

Today has been abused a lot, Yang Biao has a sense of powerlessness for his ability, the road ahead is long, the mountain road is rugged, and there is a long way to go!

Zhu Guanghu raised his hand and looked at his watch, but he didn't expect the time to come to half past eleven, so he announced that he would disband the training, go to dinner, and gather at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

The training ground at the Xianghe base. After some warm-up drills, in order to further familiarize the players with each other and increase the integration of the team, there was a half-hour passing to each other.

Then there's free training time.

"Brother Biao, we are all strikers, I want to compare with you to score from a free kick outside the box, and if anyone loses, they have to run around the big playground in their underwear.

The small table that abused Yang Biao's addiction came up with the idea of a competition at the right time.

Yang Biao suddenly had stars on his head, this kid is really addicted, but running around in underwear does damage Brother Biao's face. I was trying to get off the hook.

"Brother Biao, you are wise and martial, invincible in the world, you won't be afraid." The small table used the agitation.

The rest of the players also coaxed at the right time, and for Yang Biao, most of the national football team still wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Yang Biao's eyes rolled, and he thought of a way, "Compare and compare, I really thought that Brother Biao was afraid of you." "It seems that there are some very good free-kick players in the C category. After these days of reputation fermentation, Yang Biao's cyan reputation has soared to 750, and then used 300 to directly force the purchase of a Japanese star he doesn't like, but his free kick ability is indeed leveraged. After all, the lottery is not safe, and if you draw an interception-type defender, it will be a big loss.

"If I don't treat you, I don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has." Looking at the small table with a fixed face, Yang Biao looked extremely proud, wait for you to cry.

Since it is a free kick, it needs a goalkeeper to reflect the difficulty, or it will be interesting not to shoot an empty goal, Guan Zhen volunteered to be the goalkeeper. Or Director Zhu is the referee, and a group of players are onlookers, and they are the people who eat melons.

For some reason, the small table was extremely excited, which was completely different from the previous state of laziness and physical function. Little did he know that hatred was the most motivating stimulant.

"Bang" didn't see how he adjusted, standing in front of the ball, pulling out his feet and shooting.

The ball slammed into the top right corner of the goal like a precision-guided Russian Scud.

Guan Zhen didn't expect the small table to be so casual, and he didn't have time to make a save, and the ball had already entered the net.

Terrifying ball sense, incomparably skilled shooting skills.

Bang bang, every kick is powerful, the angle is tricky, all of them are running towards the dead corner of the goal, although Guan Zhen is trying to save, but the small table 10 kicks actually scored 7, and the high hit rate is terrible.

Being able to come here, no matter what the attitude of the game is, there are still two brushes, and you can see the terrifying strength of the small table. There is no vanity under the fame! All he lacks now is confidence and motivation to move forward.

Now he is like a sleeping lion, as long as he awakens, he will definitely shock the world, but can he still awaken?

"This kid isn't taking drugs, why is he so fierce, this level is not far from his peak." The older generation of players muttered to themselves in their hearts, the light in Director Zhu's eyes was even stronger, that was the light of hope, if the small table really broke out again in his hands, there might be unexpected surprises in this four-nation tournament.

"Brother Biao, come one!

"Brother Biao, come one"

"Brother Biao, come one!"

Everyone is frantically calling for Yang Biao, calling Huan, but only they know the true thoughts in their hearts, you kid is so arrogant, wait a minute, don't you want to wear Xiao Nei to run on the playground, let you be in the limelight, some people are full of malice.

Yang Biao lost, and no one thought he would win, after all, the performance of the small table was really good.

Hehehe, who is this free kick master, you can guess it, hehehe, guess right!