Ten thousand knife mountains, thousands of feet of fire, I walk leisurely.

There is only one word to describe Yang Biao's process of passing An Yingxue, that is, it is leisurely and without difficulty.

"Niu Break, worthy of Brother Biao, this passing action is really too sassy."

"Look at the 14th who fell to the ground, ah! No, he's already up. "The fans rushed to make fun of An Yingxue, who had become the emperor of the background, but found that he had already climbed up, and chased Yang Biao back with his head down, and he did not lament there because he had been over."

The fans were deeply moved by his tenacity and his seemingly unbeatable perseverance, which is the North Korean team they know, you can beat him, but you can never break their will.

Most of the fans at the scene also applauded and cheered for An Yingxue.

Hong Ying, who was sweeping near the penalty area, and Wen Renguo couldn't imagine that Yang Biao's skills were so good, and they passed An Yingxue by dividing three or two to five, so they hurriedly ran out of the forbidden area, forming a posture of double ghosts closing the door and blocking Yang Biao's offensive line.

The rest of the North Korean team's defenders did not dare to slack off, and divided their troops to station in various positions to form a straight chain defense to prevent Yang Biao from breaking through and distributing the ball to Feng Renliang and others on the same line.

Jin Nanzheng was staring at the small table tightly at this time, because Yang Biao's finger to the left just now had become a demon in his heart, and he must figure out Yang Biao's tactical intentions.

The small table is also desperately drilling in and out, not hesitating to expend physical strength, constantly interspersed with running positions in the front court, and fighting wits and courage with the North Korean defender Lee Kwang-chuan who defended him, like an engine on perpetual power, constantly rotating, trying to destroy the integrity of the North Korean team's defense, so as to create a killing machine.

The small table was like a loach, slippery, which brought great trouble to the North Korean team's defense and effectively distracted them from concentrating on Yang Biao.

Huang Jianxiang and all the fans saw a different small table, he was like a pig's body, the big drops of sweat on his forehead were like tap water, the drop of money, and the ups and downs of his chest caused by panting proved that his physical strength was being consumed sharply, but he was still running, still running, and there was a feeling of running faster and faster.

"The small table seems to be really different, his tenacity, his concentration, and the previous laziness is completely different, work hard, boy, as long as you are willing to work hard, there will be a place for you in the future." Huang Jianxiang expressed his inner expectations.

The four midfielders of the Chinese team, as a response, also ran to the North Korean team's penalty area, fighting hand-to-hand with the North Korean players, especially several veteran players were fighting for powerful positions with the North Korean players as if they were playing with their lives.

roared again and again, running at all costs, trying to mess up the formation of the North Korean team.

"Why do I look at it, the playing style of this national pig is similar to that of the North Korean team and the South Korean team! Everyone is fighting bravely, instead of procrastinating, daring to show their swords with the enemy, instead of cowering, which really boosts my Chinese ambition. ”

The efforts of the national pigs are intuitively presented in front of the eyes of domestic fans through the lens, and the kind of hard work that dares to see the red with bayonets makes the fans addicted.

It seems that in their impression, the national pig has never been so brave.

At this moment, they admit that this group of national pigs behaves like a man, a real pure man.

The efforts of the Chinese team distracted the defensive concentration of the North Korean team, but Hong Yingzao and Wen Renguo were unmoved, they believed that the teammates behind them were enough to deal with the Chinese, their opinions remained unchanged, and the belief in the direction of Yang Biao became more and more firm, as long as Yang Biao was forced to pass, then the other players had a chance to grab the ball, so as to carry out a big foot rush, creating opportunities for Zheng Dashi and them.

Winning in danger and striving to equalize the score in the shortest possible time is their unanimous idea now, and it is also the tactical arrangement of Coach Kim Nam-jong.

Yang Biao quickly rushed forward, and then led the ball to the middle of the penalty area with an inside cut, and now the North Korean team's backfield looks a little chaotic, although the overall structure is still there, because of the small table they are rolling there like a group of wild boars, it is already a ravine, and their empty energy is greatly reduced.

Now only a dozen meters away from the penalty area, has entered the range of Lao Pu, Lao Pu's midfield cold shot is a must, can do like a pass like a shot, the angle is tricky and fluttering, so that the goalkeeper can not figure out whether he wants to shoot, or want to pass, with great confusion, in the Serie A field, many top goalkeepers have suffered a big loss under his trick.

But his move, there is a premise to improve the goal rate, that is, the opponent's penalty area air defense ability must be extremely low, because if you want to shoot a pass that seems to be a pass, the choice of angle must be very important, angle and strength can not coexist to a certain extent, if you want to pursue the angle, the strength can not be too large, too big is not easy to control the angle.

Lao Pu's grasp of timing is first-class, he is a king hidden in the night, so Yang Biao decided to give it a try.

To make this pass more realistic, at the moment of shooting, roar, "Small table, left!" ”

Yang Biao roared like thunder, and it clearly reached the ears of Jin Nanzheng, who was engrossed on the sidelines, his eyes lit up, and the fox finally showed its tail.

The small table heard Yang Biao's roar, and subconsciously ran to the left, his height was no more than 180 players in the North Korean team, and he still had a huge header advantage, and the defenders of the North Korean team were also desperately blocking the line of the small table to the left at this time.

Hong Yingzao and Wen Renguo were also stunned, feeling that Yang Biao was about to pass the ball, so the pace of rushing forward also slowed down, and in this moment, Yang Biao moved.

The body is half-pouring, and the kicking side of the ball is a sharp rub with moderate strength, and the ball is like a spinning top, with a sharp twist towards the right goal.

Inoue Haruta had already stood up at the moment Yang Biao shot, as a loyal fan of Lao Pu, he knew that Yang Biao's position was his specialty, if Yang Biao was really the same as he deduced, a loyal seeker of Platini's style of play, he would definitely create the illusion of passing the ball and then shoot.

Sure enough, when Yang Biao shouted to the left, he knew that Yang Biao would shoot in the direction of the right post next, which was Platini's usual trick, but Lao Pu's age has been decades away from now, too far away, and everyone is about to forget.

After all, his cold and erratic style of play is indeed a must, and it would be a pity if there was no inheritance.