(I know that these chapters are not well written, and I hope everyone will tolerate them, after all, everyone will have a low ebb period.) Just like He Xu now, there is already a precursor of a low tide, but don't worry, the trough can give birth to the peak, I won't abuse the master, I hope you don't abuse me. Three thousand words will be restored from the next chapter. ）

Garin looked at He Xu's appearance and didn't think much about it, after all, his friends usually look like they are out of the world, and only when they are ready to score and have already scored, they will show some unusual concentration.

But this time, He Xu's fugue obviously took a little longer, because it wasn't until the referee came to remind him that it was time to kick off. Coman looked at the forward midfielder and striker who were both distracted today, what happened to these two boys? Did they do something bad together yesterday?

He Xu kicked the ball casually, and then ran towards the front penalty area, not so much running as stumbling. When I played the ball just now, although my feet were already able to be completely controlled by myself, the moment I touched the ball, I felt really stiff and lost the initial fluidity.

If you pay close attention, you will find that He Xu, who was still full of energy just now, is like a withered flower at this time, and has completely lost that aura.

Perhaps the only people in the audience who could notice and see this were Zhang Miao in the stands, and Basten, who was wearing sunglasses and observing his disciples. This time, Basten didn't have the thin man by his side, he was alone. But he clearly felt that the kid on the field was in the wrong state!

It seems that this slump will be cured by infection, and when the time came to more than thirty minutes, Sim de Jong had completely recovered his form, but when his pass accurately reached He Xu's feet, He Xu raised his foot as if he was drunk, and the ball hit his calf and bounced out. Easily picked up by the goalkeeper in the box.

He Xu suddenly seemed to wake up at this time, but unfortunately, he woke up a little late. If he had been focused, even if he couldn't stop so beautifully, he wouldn't have been like that.

The fans on the sidelines obviously saw that this young striker who was proud of the spring breeze was not in the right state, and "booed" loudly.

If other players or people in life encounter the current situation at He Xu's age, most of them will lose their minds, just like Zhang Miao in the stands now. She was demonstrating against the people around her who were booing He Xu.

But her actions can't affect the home team fans around her at all, just like the actions of this group of people can't affect He Xu.

Later, there was once such a sentence that circulated in world football: Only he and women can beat He Xu......

He Xu, who was originally a little flustered, forced himself to calm down in this boo, and concentrated on dealing with the game in front of him first. This opponent is not strong, even if I rely on my speed alone, I can do damage!

Basten touched his chin wrapped in a mask with some wondering, what made this kid's momentum drop so much at that moment?

The fleeting low made He Xu miss two chances, but when he took the initiative to raise his hand to ask for the ball this time, Massimo Charlie, who was in the position, still accurately sent the ball to his feet!

He Xu exerted force at his feet, and the speed advantage was displayed, and the back line of Rotterdam's elite Hanqi was instantly broken by him.

Single-handed!

Van Basten in the stands nodded in satisfaction, and Coman raised his hand. He Xu adjusted a little while traveling, and although he didn't feel comfortable, he still chose to shoot directly.

This is the striker, who will not show up for the whole game, and has no presence at all, but the moment he appears, he may send a sword of ecstasy to seal his throat. This feeling of being able to influence the overall situation is really nostalgic, Basten thought.

Then, he watched He Xu's shot fly to the stands.

He Xu's eyes widened, looking at the football flying out, and then lowered his head again, looking at his feet. Just now, what's going on? Why didn't I hold that shot down?! Such a good opportunity, I actually, didn't take it?

The first half ended with the home team Elite Rotterdam leading 1-0, and He Xu returned to the dressing room, leaning against his cabinet and sitting in front of his cupboard, covering his face with a towel.

He didn't know if he could get back the ball sense he had lost, and that talent might be innate, but it could also be the result of years of training. There's no reason why I would disappear after I completely took over this body! He Xu thought puzzled.

Garrincha and Massimo Charlie, who were sitting next to him, didn't know what happened to He Xu, but they just saw that he was not in good shape today, but He Xu's sluggishness in the first half and the strength in the second half have become the law for several games, so everyone didn't think too much.

Only He Xu was faintly worried in his heart, this is too unlucky! Martins and Suarez have just come back, and my body has this problem, without the skills that the previous "He Xu" left me like inheritance ability, what is the use of my speed?

But what He Xu forgot was that at the same time that his body had lost its almost instinctive skills, there was also a person who could teach him all the skills he knew and wanted appeared.

Perhaps because of something on his mind, this time in the locker room, He Xu didn't play with his teammates, just sat quietly on the side, trying to condense his mind to help his body recover those instinctive reactions on the court.

Failure is naturally a failure, and He Xu, who had just gathered his spirit, although he did not accelerate, but his brain was a dull pain, and when he stretched out his hand to press his temple, his teammates stood up one after another, ready to play.

Martins Jones said with a slight mockery: "Oops! Ho, what's wrong with you? Why don't you think you're in good shape? Is it that my previous luck was overdrawn, so I don't feel it today? ”

He Xu, who was in a bad mood, didn't bother to pay attention to him, just glanced at him indifferently, and then said: "It's a pity, I'm still on the field......" and then walked out of the locker room, leaving Martins Jones, who was so angry that he wanted to hit the wall, glaring at He Xu's back.

In the second half, Elite Rotterdam kicked off, and they chose to pass the ball back after the kick-off, after all, Ajax were behind, and as long as they could control the ball, they could force the opponent to press the back empty. So they can seize the opportunity to crush Ajax in one fell swoop.

In fact, off the field, there is another person who is also waiting for the opportunity, he is waiting to crush the damn Chinese in one fell swoop, so that the 99 can only follow him forever.

Massimo Charlie is still actively creating opportunities, and several accurate long passes have created opportunities for He Xu, but now He Xu has begun to stop conceding goals in addition to overrunning.

Koeman, who finally realised that something was wrong, had to arrange for Suarez and Martins to warm up, and Van Basten could only sigh as he watched the two men turn back and run from the sidelines.

Rotterdam doesn't seem to be He Xu's blessed land!