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Another equaliser changed the mentality of the players on the pitch. The attacking players are looking to step up their counter-attack, and they have already penetrated the opponent's goal four times in this game, so can't they put the ball in the opponent's goal for the fifth time? The defenders are hoping to keep on and hold on to a draw, as a draw is already a proud achievement for them.

The players are not unified in their thinking, each with their own ideas, which makes St. Bartholomew on the field look like a piece of loose sand.

For professional teams, there may be teams that can quickly and spontaneously adjust from this state. But with St. Bartholomew, without a half-time break and a coach, it would have been almost impossible for these young players to adjust.

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But Brescia didn't get ahead of the score quickly, and they were in trouble - Zhang Shu couldn't run. Brescia's youth team's strategy is to attack from the middle, and in this set of tactics, the shadow striker as the core of the attack is the most important point. The ball is handed to the Shadow Striker from various places, and it is up to the Shadow Striker to decide whether to pass the ball or break through or shoot himself. Now Brescia is like a car with a broken transmission, although the engine is still spinning, but the wheels are not moving.

At the last moment of the morning physical test, Zhang Shu had already used up his "stagnant" skill. The well-rested time allowed him to devote himself to the afternoon training match in full health. However, the sad thing is that his health bar is too short, he could have lasted 45 minutes of physical strength, and forced a breakthrough with the ball many times under the high consumption of the "synchronization" skill, even Zhang Shu, who was in full state, was close to the point of running out of oil after more than 30 minutes of play.

Now he can only walk slowly on the court, little by little, waiting for his strength to slowly recover.

Zhang Shu generously showed that he was physically exhausted, but St. Bartholomew's players did not let their guard down on him. This Chinese left too much impression on them, especially when Zhang Shu showed his ability to assist, and the defenders were even more jealous of him. They were caught off guard by the ball just now, who would have thought that this kid who would only dribble the ball all the way after getting the ball would suddenly pass the ball, and it was still in the containment of a few people, God knows how in such a tight environment, he mobilized the position of the defender, and then passed the ball through the only gap that was loosened in an instant, and the whole process was like being repeated dozens of times in his head.

It's only been 30 minutes on the pitch, and you still want to pretend that you don't have the stamina to let us relax our defense? We're not stupid!

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It was the final minute of the game, and the Brescia players still did not give up hope of winning. When Zhang Shu couldn't connect the team, the Brescia players spontaneously chose to bypass him and attack from the wing, constantly starting high from the side to the middle. It's not a tactic that Brescia is familiar with, but it's better than nothing.

Turio had never felt so happy. I didn't get a few passes before, but now the opportunity keeps throwing it on my head like I don't want money. As a high school forward, his body has the upper hand against these amateurs of St. Bartholomew. On several occasions, if it wasn't for the goalkeeper of the opposing position, he would have scored his second goal long ago. If it weren't for the fact that this was just a warm-up game, and coach Igor forced it in order to practice the tactics of attacking in the middle, Brescia would not have played so hard just by relying on the simple and crude tactics of brainless side crosses.

"Bang~" This time, Turio's header finally dodged the opponent's goalkeeper's ten fingers, but was blocked by the goalpost. The ball fell in the small penalty area, and suddenly the small penalty area was overturned, and in the end, it was St. Bartholomew's defender who kicked the football out of the penalty area first.

However, in the panic, St. Bartholomew's defender kicked the ball high but did not fly too far. The soccer ball roared towards the sky, and after reaching its highest point, it was finally captured by gravity, slowly falling from the air along a parabola to the front of the big penalty area.

In that position, Zhang Shu was already waiting there. St Bartholomew's players were almost all pressed into the box, and no one could affect him.

Zhang Shu, who had accumulated his physical strength for a long time, tore off the harmless mask of humans and animals, faced the ball that fell from the sky, stepped out with his left foot, and the spikes of his football boots were deeply inserted into the lawn, and then he raised his right leg high backwards.

"Bang~!" The soccer ball in the air finally fell, Zhang Shu's waist and hips exerted force, and his right leg was like a whip to the soccer ball that had not had time to fall to the ground. The tremendous force changed the shape of the ball, and then the ball that fell at high speed changed direction in an instant, and a white light slashed in the air, flying towards St. Bartholomew's goal like lightning.

In that slow space-time, Zhang Shu's instep kicked precisely into the center of the ball, which barely had any spin, but the flight path of this powerful shot without rotation in the air was even more strange than the path of any curveball. The slightest disturbance in the air can make a huge change in the direction in which the ball is heading.

So when St. Bartholomew's goalkeeper instinctively pounced in the direction of the ball's initial flight, the ball turned around and drilled into the net from the other goal.

The entire training ground was silent. Until the football finally exhausted all its kinetic energy, it was stopped by the net that was raised high and fell into the goal.

"Beautiful! It's beautiful! World Wave! There was finally an excited cheer in the stadium, and it was Tingti who was the first to react. Then Marcello, Igor, and the rest of Brescia jumped up. The stadium, which had been quiet just now, seemed to boil instantly as if the TV had been turned off and muted.

The players on the Brescia field rushed to Zhang Shu, surrounded him, patted him on the shoulder, and rubbed his hair. Turio, who was the slowest runner, walked around the wall of people in a circle, and finally couldn't find a place to squeeze into, so he could only rely on his height and arm length, and pat his head on the head outside who didn't know who.

No wonder they were so excited, it was a beautiful goal that even in a training match, it deserves to be celebrated.

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Zhang Shu, who finally broke free from the ravages of his teammates, looked up to the sky and roared.

He stretched out his arms, raised his head and closed his eyes, as if to embrace heaven and earth.

He saw the system experience points in his mind "rubbing" and beating, and the red experience bar kept getting longer.

Refreshing!

It's so cool!

That's how I feel!

That's what I'm playing for!

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This groundbreaking goal completely defeated St. Bartholomew. As a football school team, they are already proud to play to this point against the professional echelon. In the final moments, with the exception of their number 10, the black kid who scored three goals and provided one assist in the game, still tirelessly ran up front in search of opportunities, and the rest of the players seemed to have accepted the result. They were convinced by such a goal.

Cosimo, who was a guest referee, blew the whistle for the end of the match. The two sides lined up in the centre circle and waved to the fans who came to see the training, and then the players of the home team Brescia took the initiative to shake hands with the referee and opponents.

"Congratulations." When Zhang Shu shook hands with Cosimo, Cosimo said to him with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Cosimo."

"I guess you're going to have to call me a coach."

"Yes! Thank you, Coach Cosimo! ”

Letting go of Cosimo's hand, Zhang Shu happily continued the etiquette of shaking hands, and was finally pulled by St. Bartholomew's No. 10.

"¥#%......%@......" St. Bartholomew 10, who looked a lot smaller than the other team members, looked unconvinced, and opened his mouth to Zhang Shu. However, his Italian with a Brescia accent was too difficult for Zhang Chinese Shu to understand.

Sure enough, black people have their own RAP talent, Zhang Shu complained in his heart, but he still maintained a friendly smile on the surface. "Uh... That one... After thinking about it, Zhang Shu still turned his head and called for Tingti to help.

However, when Zhang Shu turned around, he was faced with the angry face of St. Bartholomew 10. Before Zhang Shu could react, the other party pushed Zhang Shu on his chest.

"What happened?" Tindy had already run over from the sidelines, "Are you going to swap jerseys?" He realized that he had made a joke, but realized that the atmosphere seemed to be a little wrong.

“￥#……%@￥#%！” Although he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, as a normal person, at least Zhang Shu knew that the other party was angry.

What are you mad about???!!! Didn't I win you guys!

But Tinty's face changed instantly, and he turned his head and asked Zhang Shu, "Did you scold him for being a?" Do you discriminate against blacks? ”

it, what's the situation? Zhang Shu was suddenly at a loss: "When have I ever scolded him for being a!" ”

"He said you called him Nigger." Tingdi said to Zhang Shu with a serious face.

Nigger, translated into Chinese, means nigger. For blacks, the term is almost the equivalent of calling Chinese yellow-skinned pigs. Of course, there are a lot of black people who have a good relationship with each other and will call each other that, but just like you can say "yo, silly [beep]" when you greet your good friend, if a stranger greets you with "silly [beep]", then you will definitely beat him up.

Although Italy has always been one of the most racist countries, there are many things that can be done and thought about, but cannot be said, at least not publicly. In Europe, anti-racism is a politically correct issue, and once it is associated with racism, it is a big problem, and it can be condemned by society at least and lose the contract with Brescia. Especially as a player, there will be a large number of black players on the court, whether teammates or opponents, and if they are characterized as racist, it will have a considerable impact on Zhang Shu's career.

However, Zhang Shu only felt that he was [beep] a dog, and he was inexplicably labeled as a racist, hahahaha, I ran to Europe as a yellow person to discriminate against blacks, I was so full of food! I've been discriminated against myself! I'm called Nigger, and I've never heard of that word before today!

Wait, Nigger, that word sounds familiar.

Then Zhang Shu remembered the oral fetish that he blurted out in Chinese when he didn't know how to communicate. "Uh... That one... ”

This black kid can't have heard "that" as Nigger.

It's a bit embarrassing, but at least after Zhang Shu explained it to Tindy, Tindy's face looked much better. He didn't care whether this reason was far-fetched or not, as long as he could convince the other party and not affect Zhang Shu's future, he didn't care what Zhang Shu really thought. In the face of a teenager, he is still very confident in his eloquence and affinity.

Finally, after Tyndy explained to the other party for a long time, the black kid reluctantly accepted the explanation, and before leaving, he pointed to Zhang Shu, "%¥......#@@@!" Then he turned and ran away.

Tindy breathed a sigh of relief, this misunderstanding really made him cry and laugh. He shook his head, put this matter behind him, and said to Zhang Shu: "Let's go, you go and change your clothes first, Coach Igor is still waiting for us." I'll be waiting for you at the door of the locker room. With that, he walked to the sidelines.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Zhang Shu couldn't help but get goosebumps. The sweaty jersey sticks to the body, and it is very uncomfortable to be blown by the cold wind. He turned to follow Tyndy's footsteps.

"By the way, what did he say in the last sentence?" Zhang Shu suddenly remembered and asked curiously.

"Nothing, he said to make you remember his name." Tinti shrugged. This kind of cruel talk between children may be forgotten tomorrow.

However, Zhang Shu doesn't think so, he still feels a little guilty about the boy he has inadvertently "discriminated against". "Oh, and what's his name?"

"Balotelli, Mario Balotelli"