Faced with a pinch, Samuil's first reaction was to kick the ball to Fujimoto first.

But on Fujimoto's running course, Bonatti already stood.

Actually, this is normal, after all, Bonatti is already opposite Fujimoto, so when the ball comes behind them, he naturally becomes the front.

Seeing that there was no one to pass, Samuil stepped on the ball and took two steps back, hoping to wait for other team-mates, such as their left-back Talocha.

But while he was waiting, Julio and Koficoo were already like two walls, blocking his right side respectively, leaving only the sideline for him.

In desperation, Talocha finally shouted from behind him: "Pass forward, pass the ball in front of you." ”

Samuir was shaken and lifted his foot to kick the ball along the touchline.

But just when he was about to kick the ball, he suddenly noticed that there was another person behind Julio!

If it weren't a game, Samuil might have thought he had hit a ghost.

Because that person was none other than Bonatti, who was still staring at Fujimoto just now.

"How is this possible? Isn't he keeping an eye on Fujimoto? ”

"Why did you suddenly retreat to such a deep place?"

Surprised, Samuil missed the best time to pass the ball to Talocha, and Talocha, who ran by, could only slowly stop his steps, raise his head to the sky and sigh.

In a flash of light, Samuil immediately thought of passing the ball to Fujimoto, after all, Bonatti was already behind their right, so Fujimoto must be empty.

But the truth is cruel, because Thomas has returned to the defense, and he has restrained Fujimoto.

At this moment, Samuil was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, really calling a transmission that cannot be passed on and controlled.

What to do?

Back to the central defenders!

It can be said that in such a situation, the return of the central defender must be the choice of most players.

But the voice of head coach Sols rang out at this moment.

"Can't send it back! Can't send it back! Break through! ”

Samuil, 22, has always been a good boy.

Although he is Brazilian, he has not yet been poisoned by the European ethos.

So it's not yet a thorn like Claudemir or Cassano.

Therefore, after hearing the manager's words, although he didn't know what was happening behind him, he could only force the ball out and prepare to compete with Julio for speed.

In terms of speed, Julio can't match him, but he forgets about Koficoo.

Samuil's two-speed is 15 and Kofikoo's two-speed is 17.

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, it is estimated that Brazilians will also do it.

What's more, he has Julio in front of him, and if he wants to pass the ball, he can only let the ball go in a straight line, and he can only run off the pitch and overtake from the outside edge of the touchline.

This time, Kofikoo, who was only one position behind him, immediately had room to play.

I saw that Julio also withdrew from the sideline, not only squeezing Samuil with his body fiercely, but also making way for Koficoo.

"it all! Umpire...... It's a foul! ”

After conceding the ball, a depressed and unwilling Samuil spread his hands and angrily expressed his dissatisfaction to the referee.

But the referee ignored him at all, and even ran to the front of the penalty area first.

In desperation, Samuil, who felt very wronged, could only complain to head coach Sols.

But Solles didn't explain to him why he couldn't pass back, because the opponent's attack started again.

Although he also wanted to defend, Samuil had a strong desire to learn, and he looked at the assistant coach and said, "Why can't you pass back?" ”

The assistant coach shook his head helplessly and said: "The left central defender was targeted by their striker. ”

"What?"

Hearing this, Samuil's heart flashed with an unprecedented fear.

He's been through all sorts of games as a professional, but he's never been in a situation like this where he's being marked in any position.

Thinking of this, Samuil secretly decided that if he encountered such a situation again, then he would directly pass the ball from the left side where he was and to the right.

As for whether the teammates over there can receive it, he doesn't want to care about it anymore, because in his opinion, since the other party can form such a dense crowd around him, then the other one must be empty.

But just as he was deserting, Vixena's attack was already in front of the penalty area again.

After Koficoo got the ball, he played the ball straight back to Claudemere.

Claudemere saw the situation on the pitch before receiving the ball, so he did not choose to pass through and long, but passed the ball to the left-back Camille from a long distance.

As early as before the start of the game, Gil Vicente's right winger Murillo made a special inquiry about Camille's origin.

After learning that the other party was 32 years old and played in the French League before, he was young and vigorous, and directly sentenced the other party to death in his heart.

"Is an old man who can only play semi-professionally worthy of playing against me? Do you have what it takes? ”

"Don't let me catch you alone, or I'll blow you up and get you back to France!"

With such momentum and confidence, Murillo ran as soon as he saw the ball fly towards Camille.

"Old fellow, give me the ball!"

In the midst of the frenzy, Murillo uttered wild words.

He believes that with his speed and skill, even if he can't grab the ball, he can at least force the opponent to make mistakes.

But can Camille get used to him?

No, he can't.

Although he is old, he has a lot of experience.

What's more, his current ability value has been filled up by Simon King, not only are the key defensive abilities all 14 points, but even the speed is far above Murillo who is 14 at two speeds, reaching 16 points.

So, when Camille saw that the opponent was like a stunned blue and pressed up at the speed of a sprint, he did not hesitate to choose to play the ball between the opponent's legs.

"Wear a crotch!"

"It's actually a crotch piercing!"

"Our talented winger Murillo was actually broken through by someone else in the opponent's backfield!"

Amid the commentator's shouts of shame, the ball raced past Murillo's legs.

Camille's figure also blew in the opponent's ears like the wind, and then took the ball across the halfway line.

Murillo was shocked, stupid, confused!

Like a child in the wind, he stayed where he was, staring at his legs in disbelief.

"I was crotched?"

"I was crotched by an old man?"

"I ...... This...... Isn't he from the third division? ”

In the stands, Futres, who is known for his technology and breakthroughs, couldn't believe his eyes at this time.

"Is this guy really kicking Fa C?"

"This calmness, this courage, this technology, this speed......"

"The media must be lying, a semi-professional football in the third division cannot have such a level!"

"No, it's not the media that's lying, it's definitely Simon King's little brute lying!"

"What a shame! is obviously such a good player, what else does he say is just playing in law C! ”

"Villain! O villain! ”

In a McDonald's in Valence, France, the waiters in the restaurant were also staring at the TV on the wall.

After seeing Camille pass by, the young waitress burst into tears and shouted with her arms in jeopardy.

"Our Camille, he didn't lie!"

"Do you see those who mock and mock him?"