There was no tunnel at the St. Philip Stadium, and the players from both sides stood directly on the pitch after warming up. Although the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is a youth league, the pre-match ceremony is no different from the senior team's game. After greeting the spectators, the captains exchanged flags, and the home team Brescia players lined up in a row to shake hands with the referee and opponents.

Zhang Shu looked at the Milan players one by one, he was looking for his old acquaintances. It didn't take much effort for him to see Adam Meg and Jackson Pansy.

"Isn't this the one who was kicked out of Milan?" Adam opened Zhang Shu's outstretched hand and said mockingly. "I can't believe that there are any other teams willing to want you."

"yes, I didn't expect you to have such a fast nose." Zhang Shu replied with a smile on his face. It's just that the smile in Adam's eyes only makes him feel sick.

"Fuck off, you shit. I'm going to fix your eyes on you this time. Jackson rushed up from the side and pushed Zhang away in disgust.

However, Zhang Shu smiled even more happily. "Don't talk about yourself like a fly. It's disgusting. ”

Compared to the predecessors of AC Milan in Serie A, this Milan youth team looks bleak, but their coach is the famous Milan and the legendary Italian defender - Baresi. Baresi was sacked by London's Fulham in the summer and he returned to AC Milan as head coach of Milan's youth team. However, his coaching ability seems to be far inferior to his skills. Milan's youth team have drawn five and lost one of their previous matches and are yet to win this season.

You must know that in last year's competition, Milan was still the champion of the youth league, but with several big players in the front line being promoted to the U19 over the age, the attacking Milan U17 fell into an embarrassing situation of lack of scoring skills. Fortunately, their defence is still relatively intact, having only lost one game this season, and the Adam and Jackson duo at the back has contributed a lot.

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Zhang Shu stood in the center circle, waiting for the referee's whistle. It was just a youth team game, but the crowd was packed early. The St Philippe Stadium has only four rows of seats on one stand, and Milan is just over an hour's drive from Brescia, and many of the families of Milan players have also driven to cheer their children on.

Zhang Shu has never played in front of so many spectators, and when he was in China, the presence of a few female classmates on the side of the court would make these adolescent teenagers excited. This kind of opportunity is not often available, and girls seem to prefer to scream for the tall and handsome boys on the basketball court rather than a football game where there is not a goal in half a day.

He now felt empowered by him.

Once the game started, Brescia quickly dominated the field, while AC Milan relied on a solid defense to wait for a counter-attack.

Sitting on the field, Saville's eyes have been firmly locked on Zhang Shu's body, and the team's joint training is only a week, although Zhang Shu has shown his strength beyond the level of the youth team on the training ground, but training is training, without the trial of real swords and guns, no one can see whether he can really be qualified for the core position.

Regardless of Saville's thoughts, but after a few minutes of temptation, Zhang Shu's heart felt extremely relaxed in the face of this Milan.

More than a week of training actually did not improve the tacit understanding between Zhang Shu and his teammates too much, but it has caused a great change to Zhang Shu's habit of playing football. In the past, when he received the ball, his first thought was to shoot through the goal, he had the help of the system, and he rarely failed in one-on-one situations, and as for passing, it was something that was only considered after being forced into a corner. Now, before receiving the ball, he looks around, grasps the position of his teammates, and then slowly thinks about the pros and cons of each offensive line in a slow space-time. If the opponent doesn't press too hard, he even has time to deduce how different passing routes will change the opponent's position, and how he can take advantage of the gap after the opponent's formation changes.

Like playing chess, now he's finally learned to think about what happens a few moves later, rather than just rampage with a rook.

For Zhang Shu, the Milan youth team is no longer as difficult to beat as it was at the beginning, and he now has more teammates who can support him. Tulio was at the front, pressing Adam and Jackson into the penalty area, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool. Striker Thomas loams behind him, ready to support him at all times. Left midfielder Gian and right midfielder Bacchini repeatedly sprinted down the flanks, drawing the attention of Milan's midfielders and full-backs.

With so many choices, Zhang Shu no longer has to worry about being taken care of

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With Brescia's repeated onslaught, the goal came so naturally.

In the 27th minute of the first half, Zhang Shu received the ball from the left side of the pass, and after passing the ball, Ji'an continued to sprint to the bottom line, forcing Milan's back to move two steps to the left, blocking the route of Zhang Shu's pass to Ji'an. But Zhang Shu didn't pass the ball, he rushed towards the penalty area along the gap left by the opponent's back to leave. Jackson rushed out of the penalty area and blocked Zhang Shu's continued path, but Zhang Shu did not entangle with him, but broke through with the ball to the outside. Milan's right wing-back ran up and joined Jackson in a flanking attack on Zhang Shu. But before he could run, Zhang Shu had already passed the ball to the gap behind him.

Jian received a pass before the ball rolled out of the baseline, did not stop the ball, and swept the ball directly to the middle.

Following Gian's cross, Turio sprinted into the six-yard box, with Adam following him, clinching him behind him with both hands and feet.

However, Turio was not the end of the attack, as the ball turned in the air and landed near the penalty spot, where striker Thomas slapped his horse and fired a shot into the net.

The Milan goalkeeper tried his best, but could not prevent the goal from being so close.

After the goal, Thomas ran excitedly to the stands, the fans in the front row stretched out their hands from the stands and patted his shoulders and heads, and in the slightly back position, his father and mother hugged each other and proudly shouted to the fans around him, "That's my son!" That's my son! ”

The other players were also high-fiveing each other in celebration, Zhang Shu looked around, Turio ran to the edge of the stands with the big team and Thomas, and Gian, who assisted him, had already run back to his own half, surrounded by the rest of the team.

So he took Jackson's hand, which was still with him, and gave him a high-five.

In this defence, the entire Milan backline was played around, and Jackson was still immersed in the loss of conceding the goal, and then he suddenly felt his right hand being raised, and then the palm of his hand snapped.

By the time he reacted to what had happened, Zhang Shu was already running to the middle circle like a rabbit.

"Damn, is this provoking me?"

Jackson wanted to chase after him, but looking at the referee, he had to force the thought. After the restart, Jackson's heart was full of humiliation, he felt that he had been severely humiliated by Zhang Shu, and the anger of revenge burned in his heart.

"Calm down, Pansy." Adam patted his friend, he didn't want his friend to do something impulsive and get sent off. "That kid is very good at fake falls, don't fall for him."

"I know, don't worry, I'm not going to make a big move." Jackson took a deep breath. He knows he can't be impulsive, and as a defender, the best way to respond to an opponent's provocation is to disrupt the opposition's attack.

But Jackson felt that this was not enough, and he decided to wait for the next opportunity to go and drag Zhang Shu to celebrate.

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The opportunity was not long in coming, and in one of Brescia's attacks, Jackson made a beautiful flying save and managed to keep Zhang Shu's shot off the line of goal.

Jackson, who got up from the ground, dodged the goalkeeper who was frightened and wanted to celebrate with him, and ran towards Zhang Shu, his right hand was ready to go, even if it was just a high-five, he would give Zhang Shu a hard blow.

Looking at Jackson who rushed towards him, Zhang Shu was inexplicable at first, and then in the eyes of the bystanders, he finally figured out what the opponent wanted to do.

Then he raised his right hand with a smile on his face, and stepped forward to give Jackson a passionate high-five.

If it weren't for the fact that they were wearing different jerseys, it really looked like a celebration after a goal.

Then Zhang Shu wanted to pull Jackson to kneel once, but was thrown away by Jackson, who was in his normal mind.

Why did you react this way? I'm here to celebrate with you when I blocked your must-have goal! It's clear that I'm provoking you, and you're still so happy to celebrate with me? Do you have water in your head? Jackson's heart roared.

Zhang Shu used his own practical actions to tell the other party a truth:

You should never want to wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and in the same way, you should never want to humiliate a truly shameless slut.

In the face of Jackson's humiliation, Zhang Shu's cooperation made the other party more depressed than counterattacking.

However, what made Jackson even more frustrating was that when the corner kick was taken, the ball was headed into the AC Milan goal by Turio.

In fact, Jackson is not to blame for the goal conceded, and when defending corners, he is responsible for marking the central defender who Brescia stepped forward to assist. Before the ball could reach his zone, it was headed into the goal by Turio in the middle of the game.

But the picture of Jackson and Zhang Shu, who made the corner kick, celebrating together, was seen by everyone, and it would not have been a big deal if there had been no goal. The problem is that now that the corner has been scored, it doesn't feel the same.

It's like a defender who trips an opposing striker and gets a penalty, and the defender celebrates with the opposing striker. Jackson felt that his teammates looked at him as if they were looking at each other's undercover agents.

So before the end of the first half, Baresi had to replace the dejected Jackson with a substitute. He was afraid that letting Jackson play any longer would cast a shadow on the young player's psyche.

Poor Jackson, facing Zhang Shu, he has never completed a complete game.