"I only let you lure the other party to attack, and I didn't let you give up your defense!" Adrianse yelled at his players from the sidelines, his silver hair stood out on the night. "Look at No. 11 Drogba! Look at him! ”

Just after Drogba's stabbing shot in the box almost broke the goal, but fortunately, Westtrop still blocked the ball with his toes when he lost his center of gravity.

"That's what I said, but that No. 11 is too hard to prevent!" Louis Rink wiped his sweat, his shirt was soaked on this early spring night, and it was obvious that he was very desperate on defense. "It's too big to run and it's hard to position him...... Damn it! Louis Link jumped up and pushed the ball off the line again.

Zhang Jun is in front, and he is always watching the number 11 of the Marseille team. A big man with a height of 1.88 meters, but he is very flexible and well-rounded. He was always running, longitudinally, horizontally. He's pulling out gaps for his teammates and he's leaving no stone unturned in his return. When attacking, he likes to start far away from the goal. In the first half, the ball was scored by him when Warrendam attacked it, the back was empty, and he ran nearly 40 meters with the ball alone, shaking off Robert (Westtrop).

Such an uncertain position and a physically energetic guy is really not easy to defend, and it is really difficult for Seth to them. I'm not good at defending and can't make a big contribution to defense, but I can play a powerful role in attack and indirectly reduce the pressure on the back.

Now it's time to defend corners, didn't the coach say to take that opportunity? Zhang Jun looked back at the opponent's half, there were only two defenders, and there were two more in the midfield, and they were all concentrated in the middle, and there were large gaps on both sides of the court.

Isn't this the opportunity that both he and Warendam are waiting for?

Zhang Jun left the chaotic penalty area and leaned towards the midfield. Whether you can pass the ball over depends on whether your teammates can see it and whether they can hold the ball.

Kozel noticed Zhang Jun's move, and he shouted to goalkeeper Westrop: "Robert! If the ball is close to you, just grab it! We fight back! ”

Westtrop nodded to Kozel, then shouted to his teammates to defend: "Keep an eye on people!" Block them with your hands, push them out, and don't let those people get close to the goal! Gise, leave a little space for me! ”

"It's a mess in the Warrendam box! At this time, Marseille sent a corner kick! An in-spin ball, fast towards the goal! ”

Louis Link did block Drogba with his body, creating space for Westtrop to get the ball. This was the opportunity that Westtrop was waiting for, he jumped out, stretched out his arms, and saw the incoming ball clamp, and the football stopped firmly in his hand, not out of his hand!

"He took it! But he quickly threw the ball back and Kozel ran outside the box to catch it! Warrendam's quick counter-attack to see if they can get up to the fight! ”

Kozel picked up the ball with his back to the attacking direction and Marseille's defence was so timely that he couldn't turn around. If you can't get the ball to the front of the court quickly, this opportunity will be wasted!

Van Persie ran up: "Give me the ball, what are you rubbing!" He beckoned to Kozel.

Kozel passed the ball out, Van Persie received it, and he took advantage of the situation and passed the opposing player! ”

Van Persie didn't take it long, he played a long diagonal pass and the ball flew to the wing. And Zhang Jun also ran to the side at a fast speed!

"Zhang Jun chased the ball like a hunting leopard! Volendamu's quick counter-attack, while Marseille are desperately trying to get back on the defensive! ”

Either way, this ball must be controlled! Zhang Jun is still entangled with the opposing defender during the run, and trying to control it well in this kind of situation is a big test for any player.

The ball flew to the side, the space became very small, and the difficulty was further increased.

Zhang Jun was going to hook the ball with his feet, but he saw that the ball had a forward force when it landed, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to control. So I decided to hook the ball back behind me and turn around to get rid of it. He leans against the other man, stretches out his arms, leans back slightly, stretches out his left foot, and hooks the ball!

At the same time, the opponent also extends his left foot to destroy the ball. But Jang managed to hook the ball back behind him, and the opponent stomped on his left ankle.

The football arced and gracefully fell behind the two, but Zhang Junren screamed and rolled out of the boundary.

Adrianse stood up, staring nervously at the far end of the incident. And the referee was running there.

"Oh! Damn it! A foul in Marseille stops Warrendam's fast break! Zhang Jun fell on the sidelines, looking a little painful! His teammates rush over and the scene begins to mess up! ”

"Hey! You did it on purpose, didn't you? A quick-tempered Hena rushed up to question the foul player.

"Hey! Keep your mouth clean! Not to be outdone, the Marseille players surrounded them.

"What do you want to do? Bastard! Be careful that I strangle you! ”

"Come on! Here you go! Am I afraid of you? ”

"Fuck me, calm me down!"

"Separate! Apart! ”

It was a mess, and some of Warrendam's fans were constantly whistling to "add a lot of color" to the chaotic scene.

And at this moment, Warrendam's team doctor also treated Zhang Jun. They used a spray to cool the wound to relieve pain and swelling, and then patted Zhang Jun on the shoulder and said, "How do you feel?" ”

Zhang Jun frowned and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine." It is also possible to continue the game. ”

"Alright, I'll pull you up. Be careful and protect your ankles. ”

Zhang Jun got back on his feet with the help of the team doctor, and the other side of the conflict had ended with the intervention of the referee, at the cost of a yellow card for Hena and the fouling player.

"Look! Zhang Jun stood up! He jumped and didn't have any problems! The fans welcomed the return of their heroes with applause! ”

Hena looked at Zhang Jun: "Are you okay?" I taught you a lesson for that bastard! He shook his fist.

"The price is a yellow card, isn't it?" Zhang Jun smiled bitterly, "We still have the next round, you are the main striker, be careful!" I'm fine, let's play. ”

"A free kick close to the touchline, 30 degrees from the goal. The Marseille were pleased because they not only prevented a quick break, but the free-kick was much less of a threat to goal. ”

Robin van Persie put the ball on the penalty spot, and since that Dutch Cup, Zhang Jun has kept his promise and all the free kicks have been taken by him, while Zhang Jun is responsible for the goal goal.

Van Persie looked up and saw Zhang Jun who was about to walk into the penalty area, and then stopped him: "Hey, how are your feet?" ”

"Thank you for your concern, it's totally normal." Zhang Jun replied.

"Alright, you can kick this ball." He gestured to the soccer ball at his feet.

"Me?" Zhang Jun pointed at himself.

"I don't have the confidence to kick the ball right with my right foot at this angle." Van Persie said to Zhang Jun. He's a left-footed player, and he's not very good at his right. "But you should, Baggio's apprentice."

Zhang Jun finally stood in front of the ball, while Van Persie stood by in front of the penalty area, looking ready to shoot.

Zhang Jun stomped his left foot, and he was still a little numb, but he could run for a while, and it shouldn't be a big problem to do supporting feet. The right foot is an in-spin ball? He squinted into the near corner of the goal, where there wasn't much space left except for the goalkeeper and a defender, and given the arc of the ball, it was unlikely to get in. And what about the far angle? In comparison, there is no problem with the arc of the ball, but it is not easy to pass through complex crowds and avoid the goalkeeper's block. Hit the upper corner? He looked away again and stopped in the far corner of the goal. There are few obstacles here, and the ball can be turned in, but ...... The biggest drawback is that the purpose is too clear, and it is easy to be intercepted by Butters, you must know that bald heads are known for their quick response.

And what about passing? Looking at the crowded door, Zhang Jun said to himself.

"In the end, the ball was punished by Zhang Jun, so will he choose to shoot directly or pass? Butters was also a little nervous because his opponent was Zhang Jun, who had five free-kicks that went straight into the net. ”

The referee blew the whistle, Zhang Jun waved his hand, ran up, and slammed his feet! Rise!

The soccer ball flew up and made a small arc, bypassing the wall of two players. Then he spun down to the door! The ball was flat, the speed was fast, and there was a mess in front of the goal! Van Persie shook off the defense at the front post and he stretched his feet!

"It's a pass!"

Butters was quick to judge and move towards the near corner, ready to block Van Persie's shot.

But Van Persie didn't kick the ball, his legs weren't fully extended, and it seemed that he was deliberately letting go! The soccer ball flew past him on tiptoe!

Neither Hena nor the opposing defender in the back touched the ball, and the ball fell far away!

Butters was taken aback, "Holy! He twisted back to play the ball out, but it was too late, his palm only touched the skin of the ball, and the ball flew over the goal line before the defender at the back post cleared the ball with a big foot!

The ball is in!

“gooooal！ Smile! Jang Jun's smile! Former world No. 1 goalkeeper Butters was helpless, he was played by Zhang Jun and Van Persie! A nice free-kick tactical fit! ”

Zhang Jun stood in place, smiling and spreading his arms, waiting for his teammates to come up and hug him. Even if he broke through the goal guarded by Butters, he was still just smiling, terrible Zhang Jun!

Annoyed, Butters picks the ball out of the door and kicks it forward. Instead, Drogba comforted Big Brother, "It's okay, Fabienbarthez." It was just a draw and we had an away goal, which wasn't that bad. Besides, it's not like we can't win. ”

"That No. 11 is actually cheating!" Butters pouts and mutters. "Direct shot...... I've heard that he learned how to play free-kicks from Baggio and it seems to be true. ”

"Hey, we're all number 11. Regardless of the result, I'm going to ask him for a shirt. Drogba laughed, "Quite an interesting game, wasn't it?" ”

"yes, that's interesting. But the goalkeeper doesn't think so. Butters blinked, "The pre-game media said it was going to be a striker's game, and the implication was that the goalkeeper was going to be the unfortunate man." After the game, should I exchange jerseys with the opponent's No.1? ”

The two of them laughed, and they still had the leisure to laugh when the game was over, and it was really a very interesting game, wasn't it?

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Sophie opened her eyes, it was past four o'clock in the morning Yanjing time, but she couldn't sleep. It should be past nine o'clock in the evening in the Netherlands, right? Zhang Jun is working hard for a victory, but he can't help anything, although going to school is a serious matter, but he is still a little unwilling!

Zhang Jun, I'm watching you play, come on!

Sophie Mo rubbed the ring on her hand and said silently in her heart.

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"Jang Jun, who scored a goal, is more active! He ran tirelessly, and it seemed that the assault had had no effect on him. On the other hand, Marseille's Drogba is just as excited, and he even often defends Zhang Jun in the midfield! ”

Veronica is a small stadium, but the fans here are very enthusiastic, they are singing, clapping rhythmically and waving their arms, all of which make Veronica, which is 6,000 people, feel like 10,000 people are pouring in.

I dare not say that there must be a good team in front of the good fans, but behind the good team there must be a group of good fans, who wear the number 12 jersey and play side by side with the team, whether home or away.

So far in the game, although the two sides have drawn, the competition has become more intense. Warrendam would not have thought it was a great thing to draw at home to Marseille, and Marseille could never imagine losing to Warrendam. The players on both sides worked hard and their energy was quickly depleted after the 65th minute. At this time, they need motivation, motivation from the stands.

Marseille fans sang the French national anthem and the majestic "March of Marseille" to cheer the team on. But soon they were ruthlessly "suppressed" by the outnumbered Volendamm fans. The singing of "Zhang Jun Bless Volendam" sounded again. The fast-paced singing and their high-fives sounded far more than six thousand.

With twenty minutes left in the game, the score remained deadlocked.

Zhang Jun retreated to the midfield to get the ball, and he played another photo with Drogba. This time the ball was broken at his feet, and Drogba's legs were slightly longer and had the upper hand.

"Marseille broke the ball in midfield and counterattacked!"

Zhang Jun desperately chased back after losing the ball, and he didn't want this mistake to be caused by him being broken off with the ball.

Drogba is very good at running long distances with the ball, but Zhang Jun has an advantage in speed. Running with the ball is not as fast as running without the ball. Drogba was soon overtaken.

Zhang Jun actively defended, he caught up with the other party, and now the two sides are entangled! This is the fifth duel between the two No.11 strikers in this game, the first four times the two sides are evenly matched, I wonder who will win this time? ”

With his teammate in front, he could have passed the ball and run away, but when he saw this Oriental with the same number as him, he wanted to break through and beat him.

Drogba slowed down, and Jang Jun took the opportunity to go around in front of him and block the other party!"

Kozel turned to Zhang Jun and shouted, "Well done, Zhang Jun!" I'll take care of the rest......" Before he could finish his sentence, Drogba suddenly sped up! Kozel was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Zhang Jun also rushing out, not leaving an inch.

Hey, good explosiveness. Drogba wanted to stomp the ball behind him and want to change direction to accelerate the breakthrough, but Zhang Jun saw through his plan and quickly adjusted.

"Didier!" The defender stepped in and stepped forward from the flank, shouting Drogba's name.

Drogba noticed, but Zhang Jun didn't let the situation go either. Drogba leaned to the left and picked up his right foot as if to pass the ball out.

His foot is off the ball, and now it's time to break it! In a tackle-like move, Zhang Jun poked his left foot at the ball. But Drogba quickly retracted Benyi's raised right foot, and he used the inside of his foot to flick the ball to the left side of his body, to the right of Jang Jun.

At this time, Zhang Jun had no choice, he was deceived. He could only watch as Marseille's number 11 raced past him on the right and then fired a long-range shot before Louis Link blocked, but the ball went just wide of the goal.

"Ahh Drogba successfully broke through Zhang Jun! He won the fifth duel between the two! However, the follow-up long-range shot was a bit too hasty, did he care about Kozel and Louis Rink's front and back shots? ”

Kozel pulled up Zhang Jun, who was still sitting on the ground: "Get closer to him when defending, and take the initiative to stick to it." He couldn't do that series of movements calmly, and then he saw the right time to get his feet down, and understood......"

Drogba ran back to the backcourt, and as he passed by Zhang Jun, he turned around and stretched out three fingers to Zhang Jun and shook it.

"That kid!" Zhang Jun scolded in a low voice, "But if you break through me once, you will be proud!" No, I'm going to have to find a chance to get past him! Be sure to let him know who's the owner! He patted his ass and ran forward, completely ignoring Kozel, who was giving him a defensive lesson.

Kozel looked at Zhang Jun's back, then spread his hands helplessly and shrugged.

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It was a very exciting game, so much so that many fans couldn't believe it when they found that there was not much time left in the game: it felt like the two sides had only played a few offensive and defensive transitions, how could it take up dozens of minutes.

A good game doesn't feel like time is ticking, and a dull game can only make you want to sleep.

The game drew to a close, but the Volendam fans were still chanting, "Win! Victory! Victory! 'They've been in this for more than 80 minutes, and they haven't stopped since the kick-off whistle.

In the face of such fans, what is the best reward? Victory is victory, and there is only victory.

Adrianse called in the substitute striker, who had already replaced Hena with a yellow card with a midfielder, and now he will replace Zhang Jun. Despite some reluctance, it seems that for now he has to accept the reality of a home draw and he must save his energy for the league.

Van Persie was dribbling with the ball, he deftly dodged the opponent's tackle, and then suddenly exerted his strength and accelerated forward to dribble! Marseille's defence tensed up, thinking he was going to shoot straight at goal. But he rubbed his left foot, the football gently passed over the heads of the defenders, and Zhang Jun started to plug in to chase the ball! He has a chance to face the goalkeeper directly!

But there is one more person who is always wary of Zhang Jun!

"Drogba actually rushed up to defend Zhang Jun! At the last moment, he returned to the penalty area! ”

Drogba rushed up from behind Zhang Jun, hoping to stab the ball by surprise. But as if he had eyes behind him, Zhang Jun raised his left foot and gently hooked the soccer ball that was bounced towards him back behind him. The football just passed by Drogba who pounced!

"Amazing!" The commentators were cheering for Zhang Jun.

Jang Jun turned around and dodged the last defender, he was still facing away from the goal, and he had to adjust the ball back to Butters as soon as possible. Because Drogba and Marseille's defenders are not polio-patients, they move quickly and can quickly rearrange their defence and surround him. It only takes two seconds, or even faster.

Butters was shaken by Drogba so easily that he hurriedly attacked. It's a very risky move, but it's always the case with bald goalkeepers.

"What is Zhang Jun going to do? He's still with his back to the goal! ”

Zhang Jun didn't turn around, he turned his back to the goal and raised his right foot again! The soccer ball flew over his head, over Butters' glittering head, and then beautifully, incrediblely, and frantically for the fans...... Fell into the empty door like that!

Pick up the ball with your back to the goal and shoot!

The narrator was stunned for a full second before shouting: "goooooooal!" In the 88th minute, Zhang Jun overtook the score for the team! He scored a juggling goal! The pick-up with his back to the goal is so imaginative! Marseille has been hit hard! A daring strike from Butters resulted in a great goal!! Jang Jun is really the god of Veronica! ”

As if to show their agreement, thousands of fans sang "Zhang Jun bless Volendam", scoring two goals alone to defeat the mighty Marseille, tonight, God called "Zhangjun".

Zhang Jun finally broke free from his crazy teammates, and if he didn't come out, he would die. He'll be the first player to be crushed to death by a team-mate for celebrating a goal, which is a real decline.

The Marseille players are ready to kick off and with a few minutes to go, they have to equalise or they will not be able to save face. As Zhang Jun passed by Drogba, he spread his hands to him, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He used his body language to tell the other party very clearly: "I'm sorry, this is Veronica, not Velodrome." ”

Drogba, on the other hand, twisted his face away, but unfortunately, he saw the big screen again.

1:2, Marseille trailed with six minutes to go.

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The first leg of the league Cup quarter-finals ended with a surprise victory for Warrendam. Marseille came out of the box in the final moments and were still unable to break down the Volendam defence. Zhang Jun was replaced after the goal, and Adrianse was replaced not by the original striker, but by a central defender. In the final minutes, Warrendam did not have an authentic striker on the field, and the scene was extremely passive. But he managed to get through and get a valuable victory.

Although Marseille are not in a bad situation, after all, they still have an away goal. But in the eyes of the French media, the loss of the giant Marseille to Volendam is like a magnitude 8 earthquake, and the situation is "simply terrible"!

The most dazzling figure in this game was naturally Zhang Jun, who scored two goals alone, and he was not only named the best on the spot, but also praised by many experts. Two of these comments stand out.

"He's a man with a lot of potential, he has the quality to conquer the world, and now is the time for him to show the world."

"Zhang is a hard-working lad and certainly very talented, and what happened last summer was so unfair to him. But now that everything is in the past, it's a shame that I didn't have the chance to play with him......"

The former is Marco van Basten and the latter is Robert Baggio.

Despite all the praise, Zhang Jun maintained a rare modesty, because Sophie reminded him behind his back to stay calm and not be proud.

What about Didier Drogba's number 11 shirt? Zhang Jun naturally collected it, and he put away the jerseys he exchanged with his opponents. In the long run, those will be very, very precious treasures.

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