"How? Is my pass good!? Seeing Tony send the football into the goal, Zhang Shu ran to his side and jumped directly on his back without saying a word. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Good! Good! Tony nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "How many more?" ”

"It's not that easy! What do you think of Atlanta. Zhang Shu said with both hands on Tony's head.

Seeing such an intimate celebration between Tony and Zhang Shu after the goal, the fool knew that there could be no contradiction between them.

The Atlanta defenders looked at Doni with complaining eyes, a suggestion he made, but it was their defenders who were criticized by the media after the game.

Doni knew he was wrong, but he was still unwilling to defend: "I really saw them fighting after their first goal... ”

What's the use of talking about it at this time without a teammate to talk to?

Zenoni felt much more comfortable, and now he wasn't the only one who had been slapped in the face by Zhang Shu.

No matter how awkward the situation, it always feels much better to have someone with you.

After a brief celebration, Zhang Shu beckoned his teammates to save time and hurry back. With a few minutes left in the first half, what if there is still a chance to score?

Today he is two-thirds of the way through his goal and looks like he has a very good chance of winning his deal with Mazzoni. But don't take it lightly until they help Brescia score three goals.

As he passed in front of the coach's bench, he again held out two fingers to Mazzoni on the bench to remind the coach of his agreement.

This time, Mazzoni didn't respond to Zhang Shu again, he just sat quietly on the bench, rubbing his chin.

Seeing that Zhang is more and more likely to help the team complete three goals today, Mazzoni's mood is becoming more and more complicated.

Of course, the team was able to defeat the opponent with a devastating victory, but the thought of taking Zhang Shu to the press conference after the game gave him a headache.

This kid really does what he says, so is he really going to let him talk nonsense to those reporters this week?

"Carlo, what do you seem to be bothered by?" Igor next to him was very incomprehensible to Mazoni's tangled expression of happiness and a little annoyance, and the old coach still smiled and applauded the players when Toni scored just now, but turned his head and frowned.

Mazzoni thought about it, but decided to let Igor help him analyze it, after all, Igor was the one who discovered Zhang Shu at the beginning, and his opinion was also very valuable for reference.

"Igor, Zhang and I made an agreement before the game."

"Oh?" Igor came interested. Everyone can see Zhang Shu's enthusiasm in this game, and everyone thought that Zhang was trying to fight back against those remarks in the newspaper, who knew that listening to Mazzoni's words, there seemed to be other hidden secrets.

"As long as Zhang has three goals or assists in this game, I don't care about what he says to the media and I will take him to the press conference after the game."

"Oooh!" Igor immediately understood why Zhang Shu was so excited today.

It turns out that motivating players can be like this! Igor felt that he had learned another trick from the old coach.

"Zhang's performance today fully met your expectations, so what are you worried about, Carlo?" He asked, puzzled.

"I'm wondering if my agreement with him was a mistake, and Zhang doesn't know what kind of trouble will cause in the future." Mazzoni rubbed his brow with the palm of his hand, as if wishing to smooth out his furrowed brow.

"So you're worried that Zhang will bring more trouble after he has the privilege of firing freely?" Igor smiled, "But, wasn't Zhang always like this before?" What he wants to say and do, no one can stop him. ”

Mazzoni was stunned, he had never thought in this direction.

"What Zhang wants to do, he never thinks about the consequences, and even if the conditions don't allow him, he will do everything he can, don't you see last time he took a lot of effort to deceive the whole team, just to give a middle finger to the extreme fans of Lazio?" Igor continued. "So, since you can't control it, even if you give him privileges, it's actually no different from before."

"Of course, if Carlo really doesn't want to give Zhang a privilege, you can replace him at halftime." In the end, Igor also gave Mazzoni a bad idea.

Igor's words were not so much an idea for Mazzoni as it was more like helping him make up his mind.

Since he made an agreement with Zhang Shu, of course Mazzoni will not cheat and use his rights to artificially set up obstacles for Zhang Shu's goal, and Mazzoni can't do this kind of thing.

"That's it," he exhaled heavily, "if Zhang can really do it, then I won't care about him." ”

The old man made a decision in his heart.

Although Mazzoni was mentally prepared for Zhang Shu's third goal, he didn't expect the time to come so quickly.

Zhang Shu didn't even give him a chance to play tricks, and before the end of the first half, Zhang Shu helped Brescia score again.

This goal was quite unexpected, and even Zhang Shu didn't expect that his last assist to complete the goal would be obtained in this way.

It was just five minutes before Brescia's last goal – and even less if you had excluded Brescia's celebrations. -- Zhang Shu returned the ball to Appia, who had an assist, on the edge of the penalty area, and Appia shot directly at the ball more than 30 meters from the goal, and the football flew towards the goal against the turf.

To be fair, Appiah's shot was powerful, but it was too square, the ball flew straight into the middle of the goal, and Atalanta's goalkeeper Taibi was ready to receive the ball in front of goal.

Even Zhang Shu, who can predict the path of the ball, is too lazy to use insight to see if the goalkeeper will get out of his hands and whether there is a chance to make up for it. With this kind of ball at too positive angle and no spinning shot, the goalkeeper of a professional team will not have the possibility of getting rid of it at all.

As Zhang Shu thought, Taibi didn't let go.

He knelt down in front of the goal line, bent over, his hands spooned and ready to hold the ball. When the soccer ball finally flew into his arms, he fell forward, ready to crush the ball under him.

Everything was perfect - except for the ball that slipped through his arm and slipped between his legs.

In full view, Taibby slid Appia's unthreatening long-range shot into the back of the net. (To be continued.) )