Panting, Zhou Yi stood outside the penalty area, he looked at the ball in the goal, and then turned his gaze to the players of the La Masia Youth B team who were celebrating wildly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was leveled.

Looking at his teammates around him, they all looked depressed and devastated.

In fact, for the strength of the Chinese team, if it can draw La Masia in the end, it should be a very good result.

If he wants to comfort his teammates, then all he has to do is say "a draw is acceptable".

But Zhou Yi couldn't accept this sentence in his own heart.

A draw is unacceptable.

Because a draw means defeat.

He thought of the last game he played in the "dream" last night.

Although the world of FIFAOL3 where Chu Aya is located is virtual, it perfectly reflects reality, and every game in it is actually possible in reality, and the probability is not low.

In the last game, China and La Masia Youth B were 1:1, which lasted for a long time, and it looks like China will end this game with a draw, achieving their only draw against La Masia Youth B.

Zhou Yi, who was in the game at that time, just held the idea that "a draw is acceptable".

But in the end?

La Masia Youth B launched the most fierce offensive in the final moments of the game, and in their wave after wave of offensives, the Chinese team still failed to resist and finally collapsed.

In a very short period of time, they conceded two goals in a row, lost 1:3, and lost the game.

In fact, for the Chinese team, this 1:3 score is already the best score in the more than 100 games that Zhou Yi has played against them.

The other scores were miserable.

It stands to reason that a 3-1 loss to a team like La Masia Youth B would be completely acceptable even if it was a defeat.

But Zhou Yi couldn't accept it.

He wants to win.

When he lost the draw, he realized that a draw was unacceptable. You have to win, you can only win, and only by going all out to win will you get a satisfactory result in the end.

If you want a draw, there is a chance that you won't even get a draw.

There are three outcomes in a football match, defeat, draw and victory, but no one wants a defeat right from the start, right?

A draw is a helpless choice that can't be won, to put it bluntly, as long as you have the ability to win, no one will choose to draw.

So can the Chinese team have what it takes to win against La Masia Youth B?

It doesn't seem like so.

But it would be wrong to expect the outcome of a match only from the point of view of "ability to win".

Soccer is not a simple contest of ability.

If you have the ability, you have to win, and if you don't have the ability, you have to win.

It's stupid to do it knowing that you can't do it.

But Zhou Yi wants to be such a fool now.

It's the last game, and if you don't be stupid, you won't have a chance.

If he finally accepts the premise and result of "we are not as good as La Masia's youth team, so it is normal for us to lose to them", then even if he goes to Dortmund and starts his own professional football path, the obsession of these two months will turn into a huge tumor in his heart, making him unhappy.

There is no such thing as a permanent victory on the football field, there will always be defeat.

It is not always smooth sailing on the road of life, and there will always be setbacks.

Zhou Yi understands this truth, but understanding it does not mean that you can accept it calmly.

If we have to lose, haven't we lost enough before? Why do we have to lose this one?

If there will be setbacks in your life, then the previous setbacks of 0:12 are not enough, and you have to use this setback again to prove that "life is impermanent".

No, thanks. I don't accept it!

He ran into the goal, held the football in his arms next to Sun Pan, and then he stretched out his hand to Sun Pan: "What are you doing lying down? Is it comfortable to sleep on artificial turf?"

Sun Pan, who was depressed and regretful, heard Zhou Yi's words, knocked off his outstretched hand, and then got up from the ground numbly: "It's uncomfortable!"

When Zhou Yi saw him get up, he didn't care about him, and ran to the middle circle with the football in his arms.

When he passed by Guo Nu's side, he slapped Guo Nu on the back of the head with his head drooping: "Don't bow your head, old Guo." It's even shorter when you bow your head. ”

Guo Nu, who was frustrated and painful, was hurt by the back molars of this slap, and the frustration of losing the ball and falling behind instantly turned into anger, but after he heard Zhou Yi's words, he was stunned.

He shrunk his neck, covered the back of his head, and looked up at Zhou Yi's back.

After beating him, Zhou Yitou didn't reply, so he continued to run forward. He runs very slowly, and when he says he is running, he is actually walking, walking faster than slow, walking slower than jogging.

He saw Zhou Yi running past Yang Muge, and Yang Muge also raised his head, his eyes following Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi ran into the center circle and then put the football on the tee-off point.

He Ying was standing in the center circle when he lost the ball, and now he was still standing there, he saw Zhou Yi running from the goal, putting the football on the tee point next to him, and then pressing the football with both hands and pushing his body up.

"Hey, Zhou Yi. He Ying said suddenly.

"Huh?" Zhou Yi looked up at He Ying suspiciously.

"It's time for you to get off. He Ying said and pointed to the sidelines.

Zhou Yi looked over and found that Hao Dong was teaching Yang Fei face-to-face.

Only then did he realize that the game had reached seventy minutes later......

But if you are replaced now, then what is there to talk about going all out?

Zhou Yi, who reacted, hurriedly ran to the sidelines, and the speed of this run was much faster than before.

He ran directly in front of Hao Dong and Yang Fei, gasped and said, "No, no...... Don't, don't ......"

He wanted to say don't replace him, but the sprint left him breathless, and when the words came to his lips, he just couldn't speak.

When Hao Dong saw Zhou Yi's appearance, he shook his head: "Zhou Yi, I understand your feelings, but now your physical strength can't support it." You can't do anything to stay on the pitch......"

Zhou Yi was so panting that he couldn't speak, but he still knew how to wave his hand, and he kept waving his hand. After Hao Dong finished speaking, he finally got over, although he was still a little breathing, but he was able to say something: "Hao, Mr. Hao, my physical strength is fine, really, my physical strength is fine!"

Hao Dong raised his hand and showed the watch to Zhou Yi: "It's been seventy-three minutes, and you were replaced in seventy-one minutes at the latest." ”

"I know, I know, Mr. Hao...... But this time it was different, and my fitness was really fine. I was pressed by them before, and I didn't even have many chances to get the ball, so I didn't really use any physical strength...... You see, at least I can run here from the middle lap, which means that my fitness is fine. Otherwise, I won't even be able to run......" Zhou Yi defended again and again.

At this time, Yang Fei, who had been silent beside him, also suddenly said: "Mr. Hao, why don't you let Zhou Yi continue to play." I actually think it would be better to have Zhou Yi on the court. ”

Hao Dong turned his head to look at Yang Fei in surprise, and even Zhou Yi looked at Yang Fei in surprise.

He still remembered that Yang Fei used to be very close to Liang Qiqi......

Yang Fei looked very calm in the face of the eyes of the two people: "I think if we let Zhou Yi down now, we can really only do our best to keep the peace, and we don't even have a little room for maneuver." If Zhou Yi stays on the court, at least ...... At the very least......"

He hesitated, but said, "At the very least, we still have a chance to win." ”

Hao Dong's gaze shifted back and forth between the two teenagers, and then he said, "Okay. ”

Zhou Yi couldn't wait to cheer, but was stopped by Hao Dong: "But Yang Fei, you also have to warm up for me, ready to play at any time!"

"Good. Yang Fei nodded and turned around and ran towards the warm-up area.

Zhou Yi also quickly returned to the court.

Hao Dong looked at the back of Zhou Yi running back and shook his head.

"He's definitely hoping to prove to you that he really has the stamina. Xu Yang said beside him.

"I know, but I'd rather he keep that part of his strength......"

"Don't you ...... too" Xu Yang was a little surprised.

Hao Dong smiled: "Who doesn't want to win?"

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He Ying saw Zhou Yi running back again: "You said that you moved Mr. Hao?"

Zhou Yi gasped and nodded: "Yes!"

He Ying looked at Zhou Yi's appearance, shook his head and said, "Why bother?"

"Because I want to win. Zhou Yi poured his breath evenly.

"Twenty minutes left, how long can you run like this?"

"I don't have to run on my own. Zhou Yi said with a smile.

Zhou Yi's words made He Ying a little surprised, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhou Yi suspiciously.

Isn't his position and style of play just to run all the time? How can he connect the whole team and organize the attack if he doesn't run? If he doesn't run, what will he do on the court?

Watching a play?

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The game started quickly, and the players of La Masia's youth B team couldn't wait to pour a few more goals into the Chinese team. Now it seems that it is impossible to score 24 goals for them, and 12 goals are also in suspense...... But scoring another seven or eight goals should be achievable!

He Ying passed the football to Zhang Tao, and Zhang Tao passed the football back to Zhou Yi.

He Ying didn't bury his head and rush forward, but ran forward while looking back at Zhou Yi.

He wanted to see how Zhou Yi would solve the contradiction between his declining physical fitness and the demands of the competition.

After Zhou Yi received the ball, he didn't delay much, and quickly passed the football back and directly changed it to the feet of central defender Guo Nu.

At the same time, the players of La Masia's youth B team flocked to him, overtook him, and pounced on Guo.

I saw Zhou Yi suddenly shouting: "Lao Guo gives you Li Liang on the left!"

Guo Nu obediently passed the football to the left, although he didn't actually look at what was going on on the left, and she didn't know if Li Liang was necessarily there.

But the football was really passed to Li Liang's feet by him.

Li Liang had just received the ball, and Zhou Yi's voice sounded again: "Right front, give Yang Muge!"

Li Liang didn't have time to think or observe, and when he heard Zhou Yi shouting like this, he hurriedly stabbed the football to his right front again.

Yang Muge, who retreated, received the ball from him.

"Give it to me!" Zhou Yi shouted again.

Yang Muge passed the football over.

Zhou Yi turned his back to the direction of the attack, directly transferred the football to the right, and passed it to the right-back Li Linyuan.

Along with the football, there was also Zhou Yi's voice: "Go forward to Yang Hua!"

So Li Linyuan obediently passed the football to Yang Hua.

When Yang Hua got the ball, he heard Zhou Yi shouting again: "To He Ying!"

In this way, the football reached the feet of He Ying.

He Ying couldn't believe it after receiving the ball...... He finally understood what Zhou Yi meant when he said that he didn't need to run......

Dare that he is commanded in words, he can't run, but his teammates can still run.

In the past, he used to run to pick up his teammates, but now he has his teammates pick up each other, and in this way he connects the whole team......

He Ying was very curious about the structure of Zhou Yi's head and why he could come up with such a solution.

But surprise is surprise, He Ying has not forgotten his own mission.

He dribbled the ball towards the La Masia Youth B penalty area.

Of course, he was quickly intercepted by the other two people, and He Ying was not greedy for the ball, so he immediately passed the football out and gave it to Zhou Yi.

When the football turned around at the feet of the players of the Chinese team, Zhou Yi also rushed to the destination. With this time, even if he used to climb, he should have climbed.

He played a time difference and let the ball pass at the feet of his teammates to buy him time to regain fitness and movement. In this way, he doesn't have to go to the next place without even catching his breath.

Next, Zhou Yi's voice continued to sound over the court, and even the cheers cheering for the La Masia youth team outside the stadium couldn't suppress his voice.

And his teammates, under his shouting command, passed the football back and forth, and for three minutes, did not let the La Masia youth team players who were eager to break the ball and counterattack touch the ball!

Xu Yang watched dumbfounded from the sidelines, then shook his head and kept muttering: "Amazing, amazing......"

He didn't expect Zhou Yi to use this way to organize the offense, connect the team, and control the ball.

Hao Dong didn't speak, but his eyes were shining.

Zhou Yi once again surprised him!