The players from the red and green teams took their positions and the match soon began, with Enrique once again holding the whistle and acting as the referee. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The first kick-off was the Greens, who controlled the ball in the middle, took two steps sideways, swept both wings, hesitated, and passed the ball to the left.

On the right, Crozas was followed by players from the red team, and the pass was likely to be intercepted by the opponent early. Even if the ball is successfully passed to the feet of Crosas, under the close watch of the red team players, Crosas will either lose the ball or pass it back, which will not make much sense.

On the other side, there was a large vacancy in front of Fan Bizhuang. This is a very straightforward contempt, because they know that Fan Bizhuang's level is a scum, even if the football is handed over to him, he will not be able to make any waves. So there's no need to focus too much on him.

Heffren also knows this, so he is also very entangled, on the one hand, he really does not want to hand over football to a team-mate he does not trust, and on the other hand, he really can't find a good point to play.

After weighing it up, he passed the ball to Fan Bizhuang. He also figured it out, no matter what the hell Fan Bizhuang plays, that's what the head coach considers, he just needs to do his job well, Fan Bizhuang can't handle it well, it's his own incompetence, but if he doesn't catch it when he is free, it is his incompetence.

Therefore, the minds of the young players are still very simple, they have not been exposed to the outside world too many twists and turns, although they have a poor relationship with Fan Bizhuang, they will still choose to pass the ball to him. If it is placed on the professional field, if you want to suppress a certain player, then all kinds of means emerge in an endless stream, do not pass the ball, do not have contact with the opponent, completely marginalize and transparent the opponent, and completely "play to death".

Although the football was passed to Van Bizhuang, Heffren was still a little worried, and he looked over there as he trotted closer, ready to meet the opponent.

Sure enough, in the face of the fast-rolling football, Fan Bizhuang stretched out his foot to stop the ball, but the ball stopped, but his movements were a little clumsy, and the force of stopping the ball under his feet was too great, and the football was stopped by him more than one meter away from his body.

"Really!"

Heffren patted his head helplessly.

In an official game, if anyone's stopping skills were so poor and so far away from their body, it is estimated that they would have been successfully tackled by the defender.

There was a low laugh on the pitch, Barcelona's tradition is to be delicate with his feet and excellent in passing and controlling the ball, La Masia is naturally adhering to a tradition, and the young players who can enter the reserve team may still have obvious deficiencies in many aspects, but in the basic skill of receiving and stopping the ball, all of them are perfect.

Like Fan Bizhuang, he can't even stop the ball well, I'm afraid it can be regarded as a "precedent".

Fan Bizhuang also knew that he had stopped the ball too much, but he didn't care about the whispered ridicule around him, and hurriedly took a step and ran towards the football.

Fortunately, there were no defenders around him, and after a few big strides, he chased the football back.

Fan Bizhuang looked up at the front, and then in the stunned eyes of everyone, he directly kicked the football with his left foot towards the front court.

"Pass it to me ......"

Heffren, who was already close to Van Bizhuang, was only halfway through his words when he was stunned to find that the football had been kicked into the air.

"Your sister, the ball is gone!"

It was an immediate thought in Heffren's mind.

Many players were surprised and confused by Fan Bizhuang's inexplicable pass, but Enrique, who was holding the whistle, had bright eyes and his heart was full of anticipation.

"It's coming! Fan's pass is coming! ”

The ball flew through the air, fast and high, with a wonderful arc and a clear line, and the target was Bojan, who was cruising in front of the penalty area.

"This ball ......"

"How do I have a bad premonition...... Fan's pass seems to be looking for Kolkic! ”

"It's not good, go back to defense!"

After seeing the trajectory of the football, some players on the field suddenly screamed, and then ran in the direction of the backfield in panic.

But in the next moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The Green team players shook their heads with a dumb smile, indicating that they were thinking too much, how could Fan Bizhuang pass such an accurate long pass? And the state of the red team players is similar to that of the green team, but what they think is that, sure enough, Fan Bizhuang is just a paper tiger, and his posture is very good, but it is useless.

on the field.

The ball fell quickly, then landed on the grass, and then rolled straight into the penalty area, where it was easily held in the arms of goalkeeper Pado.

"Scared me to death, I thought this guy Fan was possessed by aliens!"

"The passing line is good, but that's about it!"

"Didn't Fan have a nice assist in the last match? Hah, he doesn't really think he's Beckham, right? ”

There was a teasing on the pitch, but Bojan's face was very strange.

He was still running forward, staring blankly at the grass just a few steps away from him, where the ball had just landed.

He was running along this line, but out of distrust of Fan Bizhuang, he didn't dare to run with all his might, in his mind, Fan Bizhuang was able to pass the football to his feet was already very good, if he ran too fast, then wouldn't it make it more difficult for the other party? The only result is that you can't catch the football.

But at this moment, Bojan was a little uneasy, thinking of the amazing pass of Fan Bizhuang in the last match, and then looking at the place where the football fell, a terrifying and unbelievable thought suddenly came to his mind.

"Mention ...... How much lead? ”

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Seeing the football go big, Enrique's first reaction was regret and loss. But then his eyes lit up again, and his guess couldn't help but blurt out: "Advance the amount!" It's a pass in advance! ”

Enrique looked at Bojan, who was standing in a daze, and then at Fan Bizhuang, who had a calm face and no frustrated expression, and confirmed his guess more and more: "Fan didn't know that Kolkic would not run with all his might, he was just passing the ball at the speed that Kolkic showed in training on weekdays, his idea was fine, he was also very observant, yes, this pass was fine, the problem was Kolkic, if he ran with all his strength, he would definitely be able to get the football and rush into the penalty area...... It must be so, there is no way to go wrong......"

"But if that's the case, it's even more terrifying......" Enrique's brow furrowed again, muttering softly, "If it's just accurate passing, although it's also remarkable, a lot of people in the reserve team can do it, just want to give accurate and advanced passes, which is a bit scary, and it requires a lot of familiarity with the movement and characteristics of your teammates...... Was it really an advance pass? ”

Enrique was lost in tangled contemplation, and on the other side, Heffren was talking to Van Bizhuang.

"Fan, it's very difficult to maintain accuracy in passing too far away, if you can, try to cooperate with your teammates and me as much as possible, and then choose to pass when you are sure."

There was nothing wrong with Heffren's words, but it was clear that he was blaming Van Bizhuang for his purposeless passing, and he maintained a deep distrust of Van Bizhuang's passing.

Fan Bizhuang ignored him, Heffren didn't say much, Fan Bizhuang's murderous reputation was outside, and he didn't dare to confront the other party directly, some things were said to be good, if it was serious, it was just to make trouble for himself.

Lauren also trotted a few steps over, with a comforting smile on his face: "I think it's very good, just a little bit." Fan, don't take it personally, come on, just like last time, a few more great passes. ”

Fan Bizhuang didn't know where this white boy with blond hair came from, and this confidence seemed to be extremely sufficient, but he felt the kindness of the other party, he was indifferent to people, but he was not neurotic, so he nodded lightly and spit out a word from his mouth: "Okay." ”

Lauren is a little messy in the wind, okay, I just want to comfort you, I don't really want you to perform a hundred steps through the stunt. I said buddy, wake up, let's catch and pass the ball honestly, it's enough to do our job, don't be embarrassed, okay?

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Lauren's prayers were apparently not heard by God, or rather, God heard, but Fan Bizhuang did not.

When the football was passed to the left side again, Fan Bizhuang stopped the ball clumsily again, and without thinking about it, he kicked the football out with another big foot.

This time, he was still looking for Bojan, and he seemed to be working with Bojan.

But unfortunately, although Bojan received the pass this time, he stopped the ball very reluctantly, and was gently squeezed by the red team defender Busquets at the moment of receiving the ball, and lost control of the football.

The faces of the players of the green team are dark, Nima, we worked hard to grab the ball, but it is not a waste of giving it to you at will, will you do it, if you don't have that ability, don't stir up the wind and rain, make an honest transition, and return the football to the teammates who answered, isn't it?

In their opinion, Bojan who received the ball had no problem, and the reason why he lost the ball was because Fan Bizhuang's pass was too strong, and Bojan was able to stop the ball in such a difficult situation.

Lauren also thought the same way, he patted his head in the backcourt, and said helplessly: "I said boss, you think this is a game of pro-evolution soccer, and a random big kick is a precise scalpel...... Hehehe......"

Facing the skeptical and resentful gaze, Fan Bizhuang didn't react, his brows only frowned slightly.

Of course, it's not that he's unhappy with his pass, but ...... He glanced at Bojan in the distance and walked over to it.