To be honest, Kukazhen didn't take the other party seriously. One is that I don't recognize who the other person is, and the other is that I feel good about myself.

In beach soccer, the possibility of breaking through with the ball and passing the ball on the ground is extremely low, and the flexible body, quick reactions, and fancy aerial movements are the decisive moves.

He himself loves street football, and his height of 175, weight of 70 kilograms, and all kinds of skillful fancy moves make him not regard the unattractive guy in front of him as an opponent at all.

Anelka is 186 tall and weighs 80 kilograms, making him look big wherever he goes. After turning his eyes from Lu Wei Youmo and coming back, as if he was still thinking, he missed two good opportunities in succession.

Kuka, who attracted all eyes before he even came on the pitch, was rightfully taken care of. In a five-on-five game, as long as his side has an attacking opportunity, the ball will fly over without hesitation.

The charm of beach soccer lies in the strong performance effect, Kuka knows this, inverted hooks, side volleys, fish jumping headers, all appearing, it doesn't matter if the success rate is low, it's cool, three feet in one kick, can cause a bunch of screams.

"Kaiserslautern?"

Anelka had clearly finished his thoughts, and although it was a questioning tone, his expression was focused.

"yes!" Kuka was in the limelight at the moment, squinted at the big man who seemed to be shocked by himself, and responded casually.

"This kind of expression is not good!" Anecal twisted his neck slightly, his hands spread out in a buzz, and pouted.

Kuka had already been speculated by onlookers when he made his debut, and the American, who speaks fluent English, could easily be regarded as a nobody in the Premier League. For the audience, though. It doesn't matter if you don't recognize the person in front of you, if you haven't heard of the name Kaiserslautern, it's obviously too outdated.

The French looked down on the English, and they didn't think the Three Lions could cause much trouble for the Gallic Roosters in this World Cup on home soil. On the contrary, it is the Germanic Legion, which has always had excellent results in the competition, that has become the object of their great attention. Correspondingly. This year's Bundesliga has also become an important reference for French fans.

After taking a closer look again, someone called out the real body.

“Kuka？！”

Kuka was quite satisfied with his watch, turned his head, looked at the crowd of onlookers, and raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Do you think you can do it? ”

"We'll see." Anelka shook her head in disappointment, her eyes looking away, as if such a challenge was too difficult.

Compared to the Americans, who can't hit a piece with eight poles, in this land. The French striker's name is much louder. Arsenal have been doing well this timetable and are hopeful to break the old man's three-in-a-row title plan this year. As the team's main striker, Anelka, who has scored 14 league goals, is already known to everyone in France.

Of course, compared to the excellent table of the 19-year-old youngster, Djokaeffe, Dugari, Givash. Henry, Pire. Trezeguet's name is undoubtedly even better. But in such a fierce competition, Jacques did not call him into the French national team, which still caused a lot of controversy.

If these two guys actually call each other out, the highlight is not just to be in the limelight.

Both were eligible for their respective national teams, but neither of them was called up by their respective coaches, which shows the level of the two. The current state should be on the same level, and if you compare with each other, the level of the national teams of the two countries can also be seen from it!

In a sudden increase in the buzz. The 30 by 15 beach soccer field gets more and more crowded.

Lu Wei, who was not far away, could have been sitting and watching the game, but as a result, the sight of many people was immediately blocked, so he had no choice but to stand up and lean over.

Compared to Kuka, his appearance is easier to recognize. But the way the American appeared was too hateful, he was so bare and lacked muscles, wearing only a pair of beach shorts, and the way he moved was obviously a good hiding effect. There was a crowd in the pile, and no one noticed him.

Krisna arranged the camp, and after a few words of advice, she also pulled Wang Dan over to join in the fun. When the two of them saw that this thing was actually basking in the sun leisurely, their hearts were suddenly unhappy.

"You two guys, one is an audience and the other is not an audience, are you embarrassed?" "Why don't you get involved, the French market is also quite good!"

"There are so many beauties, have you thought about the consequences of being in the limelight?" You Mo didn't even open his eyes until Wang Dan stepped on his stomach and bared his teeth to defend himself.

"You're lazy, tell me, which beautiful woman has been flattering at you lately?" The queen's demeanor suddenly raised his vigilance, looked left and right, and sat down to interrogate.

"You're not going? Then I'll see. Krysna was a little disappointed, and didn't forget to remind her before leaving, "Man, the stricter you control, the more you want to run out!" ”

Before they could get to the place, the crowd suddenly erupted in cheers, and even those who didn't know French could hear the tone of pride in it.

"Huh, what's the situation?" Krysna patted Lu Wei in front of her and pointed to the Americans in the field who were stretching their necks in a daze.

"Oh, 20 meters away, one foot and a half turn side volley, the accuracy is a bit exaggerated." Lu Wei didn't look back, his tone was flat.

"Is it luck?" Krisna was a little nervous and stood on tiptoe to take a closer look.

The American was obviously affected a bit, and after the ball that came again from his own attack was received by him, the volley of the same gourd was pressed too low, and it bounced off the beach for a moment, and immediately lost momentum, and was finally easily obtained by the goalkeeper.

Amid the laughter, Anelka shrugged his shoulders in a very cooperative manner, looking disappointed.

To be honest, Kuka can perform a great performance with two or three feet, completely crushing the amateur guys. If Anel is not stuck, the whole field will be properly overturned.

Now after figuring out the level of their opponents, the Americans suddenly discovered a strict problem.

The pit dug earlier is too big!

This is the territory of the French, and his dragon-like appearance has invisibly set himself up. Anelka's unremarkable appearance is equivalent to setting a threshold for him, and if he can't come up with a more wonderful table under a magnifying glass, he will become a laughing stock!

Beach soccer is not an official game, and it can be won or lost by score. If it's just a performance. Whoever moves beautifully, who has a high success rate, whose teammates are more cooperative, and whose audience is more buying, is the winner.

Thinking of this, Kuka was a little big.

The two goods don't say where each other comes from. Throw him on the stage and leave him alone?

In another round, what the Americans feared came true!

Anelka didn't make a lot of fancy moves, but he was very meticulous in his accuracy, and this time he received a teammate's half-high ball and flew directly into the net, sending the ball into the net!

Originally, it was compared to the performance effect, but it turned out to be a success rate + performance effect unconsciously, and Kuka suddenly sat a little waxy. His teammates were obviously also the ones who were ready to watch the jokes, and in this round of attack, they deliberately passed a half-high ball.

Americans really want to die on the beach!

What the hell. Let's not talk about the slow ball speed, pass me a chasing ball to make hair?!

In desperation, Kuka had to make a small leap back, a flick leg in the air, and try to find the ball as far as possible with the instep of his foot.

As a result, the accuracy is good, but the ball speed is really slow and outrageous, and the amateur goalkeeper does not have much effort. He held the ball firmly in his arms.

The laughter continues to grow louder, so you don't have to listen carefully. The taunts in there are piles and piles.

There is a deliberate use of German, "The level of the Bundesliga is really average, this kind of shooting is soft like a girl!" ”

There is a deliberate use of English, "The German team is fortunate not to summon him in, otherwise he would have had to kneel and beg the French team for mercy!" ”

Anelka still shook his head, this time with his hands outstretched. He pouted at the place where You Mo was lying.

Kuka's face was blue and white for a while, he wanted to continue to shout, but he knew his situation, and he wanted to turn back and call for help, but he was a little unwilling. As he was struggling, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Wiltord? Grimandi? If you're all there, why don't you have a game? ”

Even Kuka was confused by the two names he called out in a row, let alone Krisna next to him. But Anelka, who was the only one who was in the spotlight, suddenly changed his expression and looked over.

'Two of his team-mates at Arsenal, both French. Lu Wei turned his head and explained to Chrisna beside him.

The two guys named were as invisible in the crowd as him, neither of them was tall, and they didn't have any outstanding looks.

"Okay, for the sake of fairness, three against three, the goalkeeper is whatever you choose."

Anelka's expression was as usual, and after waving at the two guys in the crowd, he turned around and shouted.

Beach soccer is normally a five-on-five, and if you remove one, the tactics will be greatly affected, but their grade is at the level of world-class players, and adding an amateur-level teammate is just a decoration, and it has become an obstacle if you don't do it well.

"Kill me, you guys!" Kuka reacted at this time, and raised his fist and prepared to settle accounts with the two of them.

"Mistaken, you instigated me!" Lu Wei decisively didn't buy it, turned his head and shouted, "That goods, Gao Fushuai is coming to the door!" ”

"You both can't handle it?"

You Mo was chatting with Wang Dan, and he really didn't notice what was going on over there.

When he turned his head, he realized that everyone was looking at him.

In this case, it was suddenly impossible to hide his identity, and many supporters of Kaiserslautern in the crowd had begun to scream.

"Damn, it's so dangerous!" Wang Dan stood up first, and after seeing a lot of flower* in the crowd, he couldn't help but burst into foul language.

"Three-on-three, Wiltord, Grimandi." Lu Wei continued to shout and began to move his joints.

"Oh?" You Mo's eyes lit up, and a carp straightened up and walked over quickly.

This thing is not interested in performance, but full of interest in challenges, three-on-three is basically a small competition, there are winners and losers, there are audiences, and there are opponents, his muscles and bones are itchy.

Grimandi and Wiltord, one is a midfielder and the other is a striker, both of whom have reached the level of first-class players, but it is because the French team is too full of talent that they were unable to catch the last train of 22 men.

The two were also picked up by Arsene Wenger from his unknown background, and are currently in their prime.

Arsenal's French gang, along with Viel and Petit, are now mixing well in the national team. The three of them failed to be selected, their faces didn't matter, and they could hold back their anger in their hearts.

The World Cup match at the doorstep, the perfect opportunity to show your face in front of the old folks, the best chance to get close to the Hercules Cup, and even accidentally pick it up, how can you let it slip away so much?!

The three guys in front of me who don't know whether they are alive or dead hit the muzzle of the gun, and they have to make it impossible for them to eat and walk around!

By the time the six of them stood still and began to negotiate briefly, the entire Dinard beach seemed to be watching. From a distance, there are three layers inside and three layers outside, and the number of heads pressed by the yellow pressure is innumerable.

To be honest, any Bundesliga team would not attract so much attention, and the French's passion for football is only poured into their own team, and they will not be so interested in a foreign team.

Unfortunately, everything is meaningless without exceptions. Kaiserslautern's crazy performance this year has attracted the most from neutral audiences who love to watch the excitement. Like the famous Bayern, pharmaceutical companies, and Bumblebees in the European arena, there is really no attention on this land.

At the moment, three of the team's most attacking guys are showing up one by one, and against the Arsenal trio who have been selected for the national team, the conversation is far beyond the limits of what a performance can bring.

For a while, many caring guys opened the DV in their hands and started recording.

After Anelka and Kuka competed, they obviously had the bottom in their hearts, and waited unhurriedly for the crowd to gather around before making conditions.

"The simple game lacks a bit of excitement, why not gamble something?"

"Lord, do whatever you want, bet $10,000!" Kuka has a bottom in his heart, and he is completely true.

"Damn, should the words come out of the guest's mouth?" Grimandi is a tantrum grum, and he has long looked at the Americans unpleasantly, and he can't help but raise his fist after speaking.

Kuka was just about to jump to his feet, and his raised fist was suppressed internally by the French. Anelka shook his head, stretched out his hand, and after suppressing the urge of his teammates, he took it away and snapped his fingers.

"What about your women, but you're here to help with the refueling or something?"

Hearing the snap of the fingers, two blondes immediately walked out of the crowd, with youthful faces, hot bodies set off by bikinis, and a charming posture that shook three times in one step, which immediately caused a wolf howl.

The two women had obviously seen the big scene, and there was no stage fright in the crowd, until they walked to the middle of the field, leaning on Anelka on the left and right, before turning around and kissing around.

"It's only two, it's not powerful, old cow." Lu Wei stared at it for a long time, and after confirming the number, he sighed.

"It's better than you, tell me, what are they going to do?" You Mo lowered his voice and also sighed: "Britain and France are both nonsense, changing wives, and having sex in groups has no pressure on them." ”

"Chrisna!" Kuka didn't understand the market like the two, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned his fiancée to come out.

"Will it work?" The agent obviously has no bottom in his heart, although his figure and appearance have attracted a group of wolves, his stumbling gait has greatly reduced his impression.

"Damn, if I can't, I'll finish the sand on Dinard Beach!" The Americans whistled triumphantly, and the cowhide boomed.

Zheng Zhi is much more confident than Christina, but she may not know what the consequences of losing are, just like a beauty pageant, dragging Wang Dan and preparing to make a shining debut.

Reporter Wang Da is not an ordinary little girl, she was exposed to European and American culture early, and she knows very well what these men are going to do. However, the disaster has already broken through, and she can be regarded as an instigator, and if she retreats at this time, she will inevitably be suspected of shirking responsibility.

"Coming, coming, alas" (to be continued......)