West Bromwich Albion coach Prosingio couldn't care less about his composure and demeanor, looking at the figure on the field, he suddenly got up from his seat, looked at the figure, stood up suddenly, and the water bottle that was still on his lap fell on the grass and rolled out more than a meter.

Prosingio didn't care about the level either, staring at the pitch with wide eyes and not moving.

Worry was written all over his face.

The figure walked forward quickly, almost dragging out a horizontal blue line on the court, too fast, in the blink of an eye, he ran forward a few more positions!

Behind the blue figure, it was a West Broma player chasing after him.

He is probably the most depressed, starting with the other party, but he can only watch the other party's back go farther and farther, and there is nothing he can do!

Nobody cares about him anymore......

The eyes of the audience were focused on the blue figure, and Prosingio was the same, he felt that football was not a track and field competition, and that counterattacking required speed and skill, but speed reached a certain level......

Just like now!

His players couldn't catch up at all!

This is like a sarcasm at him, he was dismissive a moment ago, but immediately the other party let him know that absolute speed can sometimes make up for the lack of technique.

Isn't it just about the speed on the pitch now!

Their own players can't keep up with ...... Can't catch up...... Completely unable to catch up......

"Zhang! He's too fast! Forward! Forward! Right! Get rid of those ** adopted sons! That's it! Sheet! Mick Williams almost screamed at these words.

He didn't care about anything at all, he just knew that he was blindly venting, watching his players quickly shake off their opponents, it was so refreshing, so refreshing that he even said dirty words.

If it were usual, the phrase '**raised' would definitely be complained by West Bromwich Albion fans, and Wigan Athletic would be issued a fine, and his result would not be much better, and he would be banned like the player, and even lose his job, but now no one cares!

Nobody cares!

On the side, Lee Makarocchi rushed forward at the first time of the pass, and is still running forward desperately, he started faster than Zhang Tiehan, and originally wanted to step forward to respond, but with a sweep of his eyes, he was surprised to find that there was no need for this at all, Zhang Tiehan was actually on a parallel line with himself.

And it's speeding up!

How is this possible? Makarocchi didn't understand the situation at all, and hurried forward two steps, only to find that Zhang Tiehan had actually staggered a few more positions.

"Impossible, how can it be......" Makalocchi was hit hard, he didn't think about the game at all, but was thrown away by Zhang Tiehan and couldn't accept it.

His speed is definitely one of the best in the team!

Even Ellington, the speed is not as fast as him, he is a full-back, he can be the main player, except for good foot skills, but the speed is relatively fast, but now he suddenly feels that the speed he is proud of is nothing.

Zhang Tiehan received the ball, dribbled the ball, and ran as soon as possible, but was caught up by the opponent and even threw away.

He slowly stopped, his face full of consternation.

……

"No one answered!" Assistant coach St Brown stood next to Jewell and couldn't help frowning at the sight.

Jewell looked at the pitch without blinking, "It's up to him, no one in the team is faster than him, even with the ball!" ”

He thought of Zhang Tiehan's speed test when he first joined the team.

At that time, Zhang Tiehan ran without the ball but ran into eleven seconds, and the speed of dribbling was also very fast, and he couldn't catch up with the usual speed, but he couldn't stop him from starting fast.

The competition is not athletics.

This is Prosingio's idea, and Jewell also thinks so, because the speed of a football game is often not a long run, and the winner is always determined by the first few seconds!

As long as the start is fast enough, even if the opponent runs fast, it is useless, because the football game is not a track and field field, and the horizontal is only more than 100 meters, and it is quite far to run a half in one breath, but the half is only 50 meters, and a fast start means taking the lead.

Here, most of the time, you can't really run at all, and the fight is to start.

Looking at the West Bromwich Albion players who were quickly moving forward from one side, Jewell was a little worried.

Zhang Tiehan will not pass.

He won't.

Under such a fast run, let alone anything over, his feet are not delicate to that extent, the opponent is a central defender, defending from the front, can not directly block him, and can completely stick to the past to prevent him from dribbling the ball.

What is he going to do?

Anyway, now you can only count on himself, the others simply can't keep up, which is a good thing, the other players of West Bromwich Albion can't keep up, but he ...... All right?

He can do it! Definitely!

He is fast, his body is strong and scary, he really rushes up, how can the opponent block it, at that speed, it is very difficult for the opponent to accurately break the ball, he will make the opponent feel terrified!

……

After receiving a pass from Makarocchi, Zhang Tiehan immediately rushed forward!

Rush! Rush!

His excitement burned in his blood!

He didn't even look at the defender next to him, and just kicked the ball forward. He didn't care about the other party at all, because he knew that the other party couldn't catch up.

It's empty ahead!

He used all his strength to speed up, and then speed up, and at this moment he was very relaxed, as if this place had become his world, and he was going to conquer that empty place.

Conquer there!

He had never run so relaxed, and all his strength was focused on his feet, which was the real relaxation.

Front, just ahead, there is the territory of the other side, but he is there to conquer.

"Ha Luha, I'm here!" Zhang Tiehan roared in his heart.

He was soon in the opposition half and the penalty line was in sight.

A figure came from the front......

"Oooh! Be careful! Mick Williams reminded worriedly.

Zhang Tiehan's speed is very fast, but there are still players in the opponent's half, and other players can't catch up, but the position of central defender James O'Connell is directly in front, and when he saw the opponent dribbling the ball quickly, he posted it as soon as possible.

"What will Zhang do? Will he change direction? Or what......" Assistant Coach Strumon was a little dazed.

He felt that Zhang Tiehan was about to lose the ball.

As the team's assistant coach, he guides the team's training every day, and perhaps even head coach Jewell doesn't know the team's players better than him, Zhang Tiehan ...... This guy's foot skills are rough to a certain extent, and he can't pass at all!

Changing direction with the ball, this is the only passing action he can do, but his change of direction is straightforward, not deceptive, you can see through it at a glance, and it is too easy to defend.

As for feints...... Thinking of this, Strum could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

Maybe people's personality can also determine the style of football, this honest guy, he doesn't know what a feint is, his feints are estimated to be able to deceive himself, as for deceiving the opponent's experienced defensive center back, it is simply impossible.

So what will he do?

O'Connell, who was West Bromwich Albion's main centre-back and played in the Premier League last season, was so experienced that when he saw Zhang Tiehan's pace, he judged that it was a mistake to slowly retreat in front of the front.

The opponent's speed is too fast, as long as there is a small change of direction, you can forcibly break through with speed, and it is impossible to react at that time.

O'Connell was very experienced in running in the direction and slowly approached from one side.

As long as you can entangle the opponent, fight with the opponent's body, and compare the skills of the feet, what else can this defensive midfielder do? Will he be able to shake himself off again? No kidding, so that the other party can't do anything at all, and he stopped this very threatening counterattack!

O'Connell passed confidently.

The whole audience watched the close proximity of the two bodies, Zhang Tiehan's speed did not decrease, and he was still so fast, while O'Connorr approached the past by virtue of his positional advantage.

The two physically approached......

And then...... And then?

"Zhang! Sheet! Sheet...... He ......" Mick Williams, who was still shouting excitedly just now, was stunned, and his speech was a little slurred, if he walked into the stadium broadcast room, he could see Williams's expression, he grew his mouth, his eyes were staring at the screen, fixed there, he was speechless in surprise.

It's not just Williams.

Prosingio, Jewell, Strumon, and all the players standing in the back, as well as many, many fans in the stadium, were stunned for a moment.

"How could it be......" they could only mutter.

What do they see?

The blue figure on the pitch accelerated again, he accelerated again! He's already very fast, and it's not unusual to accelerate a little more, and it's hard to even see it, but he has West Bromwich Albion as a number four next to him...... Yes, O'Connell only has a decorative effect, because the moment he pasted it, Zhang Tiehan accelerated again and overtook him suddenly!

He can only be decorative!

With the decoration of O'Connor, everyone in the audience can see clearly, Zhang Tiehan has indeed accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, he has staggered a position, it is conceivable that in another second, O'Connorr will no longer have the possibility of catching up.

How so? How could it be faster!

O'Connell couldn't accept it for a while, the important thing was that he was behind the penalty area and the goal, there was only one goalkeeper in front of the goal, and as a central defender, he couldn't give the opponent a chance to face the goalkeeper alone.

He made a decision in an instant.

Stretch out your right hand and grab the opponent's jersey fiercely!

Zhang Tiehan is moving forward with a hundred times the spirit, seeing that he has crossed the goal, he didn't expect the other party to pull his jersey, he watched the ball cross the penalty line, watched himself cross the penalty line, and then felt the force behind him--

He was furious! Foul...... It's so shameless!

Zhang Tiehan's face turned red, and he continued to run forward fiercely, he didn't pay attention to the guy dragging his jersey behind him, and just continued to move forward, because in front of him was the opponent's goal, which was the place he was going to conquer.

It's your own! Just put the ball in there and you've made it!

O'Connell originally thought that even if he used a foul or even a penalty, he would stop the opponent, but his hand pulled the jersey very hard, and the next moment he saw it, he felt a strong force coming from the jersey, dragging his body directly to the ground.

And it's still dragging......

He didn't react at all, and after he fell to the ground, he trembled even more angrily when he knew what had happened. This guy ...... This guy is actually dragging his body and running!

Yes, run!

The other party's speed is still very fast, how can it be much faster than the usual walking, the important thing is that the other party is actually dragging himself to walk. The feeling of his body rubbing against the turf made O'Connell blush, but he couldn't let go.

Unwilling. Can't believe it. Desperately.

In short, absolutely not!

One meter ...... Two meters ...... Five-meter ...... O'Connell was dragged forward for five meters, he felt that this was the worst slide of his life, and it was estimated that it would be on the front page of various media tomorrow, and the protagonist would be the other party, and he was estimated to be the unlucky foil.

But he still can't let go, can't let go!

For the sake of the team and for his own dignity, he used all his strength to pull the blue jersey fiercely, stopping him, if not affecting him.

O'Connell thought so, and he heard a 'tearing' sound...... The jersey was torn.

"Finally, finally relieved. It's not my fault, I tried, but the quality of the jersey was not good...... "O'Connell finally relaxed.