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Ronjut's counterattack!

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The other three young Chinese players are weak.

This is his counterattack alone!

Despite his lame dribbling skills, Ronshit's sprinting speed is far beyond anyone could have imagined.

He just kicked the ball in front of him and chased after it, leaving the midfielder who had just controlled the ball behind!

Another midfielder is standing less than three metres away from him and only needs to take two or three steps to create a distraction.

But the start of Longshute is too fast!

The midfielder only had time to turn his body half a circle, and Long Shute had already swept past him with the ball!

"So fast!"

Only these two words jumped out of the back waist's heart, and the wind was already whistling forward and continuing to sweep forward!

This is Longshute's counterattack!

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Kevin Stie opened his mouth, but closed it anyway.

When the main players reacted, Long Shute was already like a sharp knife, directly inserted between the two midfielders!

It was the 59th minute of the game, and the Chinese was still able to sprint at such speed...... Even Li Tie at his peak can't do it!

You must know that the only strength that can give Li Tie a foothold in Everton is that abundant and unparalleled energy!

The two centre-backs, George and Michael, stood one behind the other, with a bit of space between them, but only slightly larger.

Also born in 1990, the two English players are much stronger than Long Shut, compared to nearly 1.90 meters tall and weighing more than 80 kilograms, the Chinese teenager is like a thin chicken.

Against a chick, they don't even bother to use foul moves!

George strikes first!

Although it is difficult for the British to tell what the East Asians look like, after all, they have also been training together for nearly three months, and the ability of the four young Chinese players is also known in the hearts of Everton's main Under-15 defenders.

The ...... in front of him who was running wild with the ball He is the weakest of the four!

The passing error is more than five meters, the shot is purely blind, the ball control is amateurish, and it even takes three seconds to catch the ball......

What is the use of him except to run a little faster without the ball?!

It's football!

This is not athletics!

As long as he puts on a slight posture of grabbing, a guy like him will definitely be in a hurry and even trip himself up!

Looking at Long Shute who rushed towards him with the ball, George had already written the script in his heart.

Long Shut is very fast, his stride is huge, and the time interval between each touch is a little long, and George can completely press with his feet during this time!

Ronshit kicks the ball forward again!

George starts in an instant!

He stretched out his left foot against the high-speed rolling soccer ball with a playful smile on his face.

Whether it's physical fitness or experience, you're a winner!

Poor little Chinese boy, why do you have to die?

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Ronshit is running.

His dribbling skills are rough, and every time he re-engages with the ball, he walks on thin ice with caution, for fear that he will go too far because he is too strong.

So under normal circumstances, he has exhausted his efforts to control the football, and it is difficult for him to take into account the expressions on the faces of the defenders.

But perhaps it was providential arrangement, he inadvertently raised his eyes as he ran, and the mocking smile of the central defender opposite him suddenly made his eyes red.

George's lips were slightly open, as if to make a mocking sound:

"Come on, you softass!"

Rumble!

Ronshute's ears can't hear anything!

All he felt was a loud roar that made the cells in his body tremble!

Exhaustion seems to subside from the body, and the strength continues to rush up to the legs!

He stepped out of his legs!

Sneakers stomp the turf!

He...... Accelerate again!

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Here comes the ball!

George's left foot was about to touch the football, and there was already a hint of joy in his eyes.

He seemed to see the embarrassment of Long Shute who still failed after his dying struggle!

Call......

His jersey was suddenly blown to the ground.

He's just standing there, where is the wind?!

A question mark popped up in his mind when he heard a voice roar!

It's windy!

Gale!

Wind!

Big storm!

A red storm swept in front of him!

"Bang!"

His left foot seemed to have touched something!

The storm only jumped slightly, and then continued to sweep by!

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Broken through?!

He accelerated again at the last moment?!

It's the last half minute of this TMD! How can he still speed up?!

George could barely believe his eyes!

He watched in amazement as the red storm passed through his own line of defense and continued to rush towards Michael!

Looking at Long Shute, who was staggering and stumbling a little, a cold sweat suddenly welled up from his back.

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Long Shute clenched his teeth, and the muscles in his cheeks stiffened slightly.

He didn't dare to open his mouth, because he was afraid that once he breathed a sigh of relief, the fighting spirit and strength he had gathered would dissipate in an instant! You'll fall down right away!

Damn Everton!

You look down on me?!

Damn David Moyes!

You don't even want to look at me?!

You scumbags!

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Michael was already the last barrier in front of the goalkeeper, and now he didn't dare to breathe.

He could see the opponent's movements clearly just now, and Long Shute miraculously picked up speed again when he was already running at high speed, and broke through George's defense with the ball first, making George's easy defense a joke.

It's just that George's left foot still trips over him, so Long Shute is still adjusting his center of gravity.

His balance is not very good, not to mention that he is still in the process of dribbling the ball at high speed, so it will take extra time to adjust.

As long as he gets stuck in the position and uses his body to gently press it, his center of gravity will definitely be completely lost!

As Everton Under-15 captain, Michael is confident to stop him!

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Ronshette saw Michael, and Michael saw him.

Ronshette was still advancing with the ball, but Michael's body stopped slightly.

What a face he saw!

His eyes were bloodshot, and his thin lips were thin, but there was not a trace of blood!

Michael could even feel the hot breath from his nostrils!

Because of his clenched teeth, his already angular cheeks looked particularly hideous at this moment.

It's like a monster that will open its bloody mouth and swallow all its opponents in one gulp!

Michael was stunned for a moment!

A hot storm engulfed him in an instant!

All he saw was a cloud of red in his eyes!

He stretched out his right hand towards the red storm to stop the monster!

But he forgot.

That's a furious monster!

How could he stop him?!

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Long Shute bursts into the penalty area!

There seemed to be a faint red glow on his body!

Everton's Under-15 goalkeeper spread his arms but didn't know where to pounce.

The resistance behind him has long been thrown away, but he is still a little stumbling under his feet!

Exhausted?

Weak legs?

The young goalkeeper, whose mind was blank, couldn't care so much anymore, he could only wave his hands and pounce from the goal line!

As soon as he took a step, he saw a black and white shadow grazing the turf towards him, and he subconsciously lowered his center of gravity and brought his legs together, but after all, he was still a step too late!

His crotch was cold, and the ball slipped between his legs!

The weakest and youngest player in the tryout quartet...... Score a goal in the last minute!