"Okay, good guy to the end, I'll tell you again this time, I'm still going to shoot the left near corner."

"Come on!" Guan Zhen roared wildly and got up from the ground. Be prepared to lunge sideways to the left near corner.

"Pinches!" I saw Yang Biao kicking the ball with his left foot, but he only shook a shot and did not kick.

Guan Zhen has entered the tense moment of hundreds of millions of cells burning, and when he saw Yang Biao raising his foot to kick, it seemed that there was a million cash thrown there in the near corner of the left, and he couldn't wait to take it into his arms, but unfortunately, it was in the air.

Yang Biao saw that Guan Zhen had been deceived, and when he was floating in the air and couldn't make any changes, he picked up his foot and shot a high-shot ball, which went into the net in response.

"Hey!" Yang Biao sighed again, the surrounding onlookers looked at each other, the same mistake will not be made a second time, the same river will not be crossed a second time, but our Guan Zhen failed to seize the opportunity, and Yang Biao's big sigh is even more hateful.

But I have to admit that his grasp of the goalkeeper's psychology and the timing of his kick are all first-class, and the most important thing to shoot free kicks and penalties is to compete with the goalkeeper's psychology.

Yang Biao's overwhelming victory, although the shooting technique of the small table just now is also good, but compared to Yang Biao's weightlifting, playing with the opponent in the applause at will, there is a bit of a gap.

"Ahh Guan Zhen roared violently, and a carp stood up straight, containing boundless resentment, like a flash flood overwhelmingly pressing towards Yang Biao.

"Yo, compared to the eyes, my brother really hasn't been afraid of anyone." So he stared back fiercely, with a look of what can you bear with me, Guan Zhen had the urge to press Yang Biao to the ground and beat him hard, but thinking of his powerful combat power, such an idea can only be an idea.

"You have to suppress his majesty, you have to save the ball." Guan Zhen was secretly cheering himself up.

Everyone looked at Yang Biao, wanting to know if he dared to say the direction he wanted to shoot again, after all, once, you can pass the test twice, but if you can pass the test the third time, then Guan Zhen really wants to dig a pit and jump into it, and bury himself himself.

'I shot at the left near post this time. Yang Biao's face didn't matter.

"Holy shit, I really dare to say it."

Director Zhu glanced at Yang Biao deeply, no matter what, Yang Biao has already gained the upper hand in this round of mental competition, the kind of spirit that lifts weights lightly and will disappear between talking and laughing is indeed fascinating, but he keenly feels that the smell of obscenity on Yang Biao's body is even stronger now.

"If you can't pounce yet, then don't blame me." After speaking, with a pinch of his left foot, Guan Zhen stared at the ball deadly, and at the moment when Yang Biao's foot touched the football, he roared, "Die!" "Moving the gold mountain towards the suburbs on the left, the jade pillar pounced.

"I should be able to pounce this time." Most of the national pigs on the spotter secretly breathed a sigh of relief, after all, Yang Biao has already performed too dazzlingly, if it continues like this for a long time, then the national team still has a place for them to stand.

Suddenly, the small table staring at Yang Biao's eyes shouted, "Not good! "As someone who has been in the Manchester United team and a promising future star, he has dabbled in some of the stunts of some of the biggest names in the team, especially free-kick techniques, and he has consulted David Beckham on free-kick techniques, and knows that the best way to judge the angle of a free-kick shooter is to look at him in the eye and watch his eyes drift there.

Unfortunately, Brother Biao's eyes drifted to the far corner on the right.

Sure enough, I saw Yang Biao change from rubbing to pushing at the moment when his foot touched the football, and the football rolled towards the right goal. Then he crossed the goal line and rolled into the goal.

"Didn't you say shoot the left near corner?" Guan Zhen, who was repeatedly teased, couldn't hold back any longer, so he slammed the ground on the ground and vented while shouting angrily and questioning.

"This psychological quality is also the country's gate, no wonder the country is often beaten into a sieve." An excellent goalkeeper can be roughly divided into two types, either to be as calm as water, moody and invisible, and to have a sense of heaviness like Mount Tai. Buffon, for example, is either wild enough to explode, like a wild lion, giving the enemy a sense of oppression that wants to tear them apart at any time, such as the German door god Kahn.

"Please, Brother Zhen, what is the relationship between me and you now, is it both friend and foe?" Yang Biao spread his hands.

"You believe even the words of the enemy, don't you think you are naïve? Don't you think you're an idiot? ”

Guan Zhen didn't know how to answer, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"If you are on the field, your performance makes your teammates feel at ease to hand over the door to you." Yang Biao didn't give Guan Zhen face at all.

Yang Biao said this is simply pulling hatred, in a group of harmony, hello, hello, everyone's good national pig team, everyone is a bad person, you earn your name, I take my money, the well water does not violate the river water, and now Yang Biao's-stirring stick appears, what he does is to challenge the old order, and those who have always dared to do this will become benevolent if they don't succeed.

Most of the national football team has a sense of crisis. We must not allow this neuropathy and-stirring stick to continue like this.

When Guan Zhen heard Yang Biao's ruthless words, his face rose like a pig's liver, and his heart was even more manic and angry.

"Didn't you say you're awesome? Then you can in and show me. ”

Guan Zhen was engrossed, risking his body, and kept jumping left and right in the center of the door, trying to cause psychological pressure on Yang Biao. This move is also the usual move of the goalkeeper, so that the shooter can't figure out which side he wants to pounce.

"Well, this time I want to shoot in the middle, as long as you stand still, you should be able to save the ball."

"Is it true?"

"I bet it must be fake this time, this time it's too obvious, Yang Biao won't be so stupid."

The onlookers were all discussing, in anticipation of giving the most reasonable explanation, killing Yang Biao's majesty, after all, his performance was too outstanding. If you let it go, it's okay.

The other two goalkeepers were also analyzing loudly.

For a while, there were many discussions, but they just couldn't come up with a unified opinion, Guan Zhen was obviously influenced by the outside world, after all, he also wanted to listen, the so-called bystanders were clear, they could see more clearly than they might see, and they thought more thoughtfully, but they didn't know that when a goalkeeper doubted his judgment, it was his biggest failure.

"Pounce to the left!"

"Pounce to the right!"

"Don't stand still, if you stand still, you'll lose!"

Dozens of voices were like mosquitoes entwining around his ears at night, like the buzzing of a bomber, making him dizzy and losing his judgment.

Yang Biao shook his head, with this quality in his heart, he can also be a countryman, which is simply ridiculous and generous.

"Listen, I'm going to shoot." Then lift your foot and shoot a big shot at the goal.

"Bang"

At this time, Guan Zhen, who was already in chaos, couldn't remember what Yang Biao had just said, so he chose to rely on luck to be blind, and then flew into the air in a big shape to the left, like a big fat pig flying in the sky, with an elegant body, but it could only be the background.

Everyone looked at the trajectory of the football and shot straight into the goal, and couldn't help but look at each other again. The first time to mourn for Guan Zhen.

Yang Zhi, who was selected this time, Zeng Long secretly rejoiced, fortunately he didn't volunteer, and wanted to be in the limelight to be a goalkeeper, or if he was played by Yang Biao like this, he would definitely leave an indelible wound in his heart, maybe he would be locked up in a small room by this experience for the rest of his life, and he would never be able to get out, and his little heart was beating wildly.

"Holy shit, what kind of operation is this, just to tell you where I'm going to shoot, but you just can't touch it, you can't pounce, is there anything more striking than this?" All the national pigs are empathetic, if it were me, would it be possible? It doesn't seem to work.

"Ahh Guan Zhen, who was hit hard, let out another venting roar, his eyes had become red, like a boar in heat, more precisely, it should be an injured puppy.

"Come again! Again! I don't fucking believe it. Guan Zhen, who was obviously in a state of rage, slapped himself directly on the cheek.

"Smack!" With a bang, a five-fingered mountain suddenly rose on his face, and it seems that this subordinate is not light.

The pain made Guan Zhen's attention pull back a little, and he stared at Yang Biao deadly, as if he had killed his father and enemy, and wanted to cut Yang Biao with a thousand knives.

In fact, Yang Biao's heart is also terrifying, now he is possessed by Shunsuke Nakamura, he is Shunsuke Nakamura, Shunsuke Nakamura is him, although his consciousness dominates, but these torturous free kick moves are all the ideas of little devils. Yang Biao felt the horror of the little devil for the first time, if he really faced up with Little Japan, just Shunsuke Nakamura could blow up our country.

At the same time, he mourned for Guan Zhen again, because Guan Zhen was still powerless next. A whole thought of the little devil resurfaced again.

A veritable Night Ninja.

"I'm going to hit the goal this time, as long as you don't move, you should be able to save. I counted three and started shooting. Yang Biao spoke up again.

But this time, the onlookers who ate melons were as silent as snow, and they all closed their mouths tightly, and they didn't dare to make random ideas, because they had already seen that Guan Zhen was already in chaos, and if he was still talking nonsense there, maybe this kid would go crazy.

Everyone was mourning for Guan Zhen in silence, and they met Yang Biao such a pervert. Not only is the free kick technique masterful, but also the psychological technique is superb.

"One!" Yang Biao just finished counting one, and then shot with a kick, and there was not a single gap left in the time connection, as fast as lightning.

"Bang!" Yang Biao's foot is a bow to shoot the eagle, and the ball blew a gust of wind, like a grenade bombing the goal.

Guan Zhen, who was concentrating, like a primary school student with his hands folded on the desk, listening carefully to the lecture, put all his attention into Yang Biao's counting, he had already made up his mind, this time he believed in Yang Biao once, and said that he would never pounce again, and he would insist on insisting on Qingshan and not relaxing.

But it still failed, "I'm a fucking piece of shit, and I still failed!" ”

When the football entered the net, Guan Zhen didn't react at all, his eyes were dazed for a while, and he didn't focus anymore, like a dead fish, lifeless, and then he knelt straight to the ground like this, and fell straight to the back.

The scene was suddenly in a panic, my day, pinching people in the pinching of people, calling souls of souls, a goalkeeper was knocked out by the shooting of the goalkeeper, it is considered unprecedented, there is no one who comes, I dare not say, but even if there is, it will not be too much.

Looking at Guan Zhen, who slowly woke up, there was no ridicule in everyone's eyes, but there was deep sympathy, empathy, if it was them, they would have passed out by Yang Biao like this.

"Xiaoguan, I have to say you, am I familiar with you? Is it your eldest cousin or eldest brother-in-law? You just believe in me, I say count to three, you believe that I will count to three, it's not terrible for a person to make a mistake, it's terrible to make the same mistake. Yang Biao looked at Guan Zhen, who woke up, and was mentally devastated by trash talk. No mercy.

The rainbow is always after the storm, and the flowers in the greenhouse can never withstand the ravages of the storm.

Looking at Guan Zhen, who was squatting on the ground at a loss and doubting his life, Yang Biao shook his head, everything depended on himself.

If you can get out of the demons and overcome yourself, you can welcome a new life, if you are stuck in the demons, you will stop, or even go backwards, there is no shortage of such famous representatives in the history of world football.

The opportunity Yang Biao has already given Guan Zhen, it is good, it is good, it is completely in his own hands.

There is no need to shoot the next shot, Director Zhu looked at Guan Zhen, who seemed to have lost his soul, and shouted at the small table: "Little table, I want to judge Yang Biao to win, do you have no opinion?" ”

The small table nodded with difficulty, he also saw that Guan Zhen's current state was indeed not suitable for continuing to guard the door, even if he stood in the position of guarding the door, it was still a walking corpse, and it would not play a role, rather than this, it was better to admit defeat generously.

Terrifying, a soldier who surrenders without a fight, the national pigs have seen Yang Biao's strength for the first time, this is not only the ball skills, but also the use of psychology, he is simply a master of psychology, such a person is the most difficult to deal with on the court, to put it bluntly, his ball quotient is very high.

Some people are even more jealous of him. A barbarian with explosive combat power has developed limbs at most, but his intelligence is low, and he is at best a minions under the command of others, and the national pig team does not need a ball bully, a ball bully with absolute control.

Seeing the small table admit defeat, Yang Biao walked in front of him, was kind like a big brother next door, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Sao Nian, keep your promise."

The small table knows Yang Biao's temperament, begging for mercy will only make him more proud, and maybe he will put on a big hat of violent resistance to the law and repair himself fiercely. So he gritted his teeth, took off his jersey, wore the small Nene in the four corners, and ran wildly on the playground at the fastest speed in his life.

Feeling everyone's strange eyes, "You wait, I will repay you fiercely." ”

But what greeted the small table was another fierce drill in the evening, but the drill was attended by Zheng Zhi and several people, and the atmosphere was quite lively. It's like having a gym party.

"It's been a long time since there's been such a positive vibe." Coach Zhu is a football person who came from the 80s, and in the past 20 years, domestic football has been full of life.

"Maybe this kid can really bring some unexpected surprises." Coach Zhu reaffirmed his thoughts.

Unconsciously, the time had come to half past eight, and Yang Biao said loudly to the national boars present: "I sincerely invite everyone here to participate in the training camp at five o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow!"