Gold Medal Football Coach

Chapter 70

Chapter 70 The Talker

Chapter 70 The Talker

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Raul Gonzalez made a contribution! Raul Gonzalez made a contribution! Paris Saint-Germain had no chance. Very good left-back! A great left-back who can lift leaves out of his ass! He has inherited the glorious Italian tradition. Facchetti! Capridi! Maldini! At this moment, the soul owns itself! ... Crack! Crack!" Crack! This time, the singing voice of 7 fans was N times that of the previous one. The original mocking tone gradually disappeared. The rest is the infinite enthusiasm and infinite love for Raul Gonzalez!

Yang Xucai smiled bitterly and replayed it on the big screen. He realized that Zhuqiu was lying quietly on the goal of Paris Saint-Germain Club.How to arc into an unoccupied goal at Paris Saint-Germain?

Just hit the wicket bamboo autumn and pass the half court at no less than a powerful hit.Fly to Andrey Shevchenko, standing near the middle circle.Look at the attacking zone of Paris Saint-Germain, it was disrupted by Yang Xu and Baggio, Paris Saint-Germain's goal was not attacked by the goalkeeper.Andrei Shevchenko took a few steps forward without hesitation.Legs with wheels is a 40-meter long shot that gathers all his strength.

"Bang!" Andrei Shevchenko's right foot stared at the goal line, and there was a fierce collision with Zhuqiu.At the moment of the collision, Andrei Shevchenko's enthusiastic expression became more tangled!Because the feel in his feet told him the ball was missing!This made Andrei Shevchenko regret his shot selection.Because instead of shooting wide, I put the ball back in front of the Paris Saint-Germain club's chaotic penalty area.Clearly, there are many more opportunities.

As the world's top player, Andrei Shevchenko's keen sense of the ball is beyond doubt.Zhuqiu and Andriy Shevchenko expected the same after another fierce clash.It did not fly to the two-meter wide shooting line where the goal could be seen.Instead, they squeezed their way into the crowd.

one, two.Three Paris Saint-Germain players in a row and one player from Brazil's Sao Paulo failed to intercept the ball as quickly as a bullet.At this time, a 1.3-meter-lifting bamboo autumn successfully completed a collision.And the host of this round is Brain Fever who became part of the crowd as a left back was suspected of dereliction of duty, big left back Raul Gonzalez.

"Haha! Exercise! I'm just helping you get rid of those who bully you because they are jealous of you." Yang Xu stretched out his hand, pulled Raul Gonzalez to the ground, and said with a smile.

"Ugh! But I'm still scared!" Looking at Yang Xu's evil image, Raul Gonzalez smiled wryly and told the truth!

As the ball got closer and closer to the goal, Qian Feng had a wry smile on his face.Because according to Zhuqiu's flight trajectory, I'm afraid the ball will hit the lintel! "Bang!" The voice told Qian Feng, who was full of enthusiasm. "You are unfortunately right!" Zhu Qiuhou touched the lintel intimately, "Wow! With a loud noise, it jumped out of the baseline. In the sweat of all Tottenham Hotspur players, this beautiful choice turned and passed the ball, and the ball went out of the baseline, giving Tottenham Hotspur a goal.

Although the ball missed, Qian Feng got up from the ground regretfully.Or lead his opponents to give him the thumbs up!Because there are many beautiful things to admire besides scoring goals.

"Oh!" After a short sigh of 7 people.There was thunderous applause!Just like Ronaldinho shouted: "Although the ball didn't score a goal, I don't have to admire his excitement and joy! Qian Feng, you are a very good newcomer!"

Avoiding conceding three goals in 15 overs and conceding four goals in 17 overs, the result was Tottenham Hotspur.Suddenly it became very frank, and the frank team returned to its 35-meter goal to play barrel formation.this way.They lost all fighting spirit despite a few off-center goals between teammates and regular players.However, with the three goals tightly held, the Paris Saint-Germain club slowed down the offensive speed to the stage of adjusting physical strength and mentality, and its own penalty area is also dense enough.He spent 10 minutes in the middle of the wind and the noise of the crane.No more goals.

Just when Tottenham Hotspur breathed a sigh of relief, he watched the first half of the football battle within 10 minutes.Paris Saint-Germain's first ivory once again reveals the ferocious nature of the Tyrannosaurus rex.So, in the last 10, a storm of 15 or worse has begun to wash down the Tottenham Hotspur penalty area, and already has a hole in the doomed goal.

"Bang!" Facing the opponents in the dense 35-meter area, the ball ran out of the encirclement, breaking through the fruitless and agile Henry the Great.Only one big foot threw Zhuqiu directly into the restricted area.Although such a football battle does not live up to the Paris Saint-Germain club's reputation for strong control in the midfield.But facing a dense attack, plus double guards and the abandoned winger Ronaldinho.Henry the Great also had to choose such a pass!For the slight comfort of Henry the Great,

Watch your leg cross your own firing line.Yang Xu didn't want to win a football fight and ruin a player he admired all his life.Only with a bitter smile in my heart can I start to try as hard as I can.After all the hard work, Zhuqiu, who was supposed to hit Hankel's legs and knees, became a cosmic team strength in his upper thigh.

Although Yang Xu has quit.But Zhuqiu began to ring under Yang Xu's feet in a low voice, hitting Henkel's thigh in a low voice, and Henkel's body still completed a 90-degree rotation on the lawn.Like getting kicked in the leg by a boxer.

Zhuqiu who beat Henkel to the bottom of his heart screamed.With a ferocious momentum, he only raised a little bit, and rushed to the middle of the goal with all his strength. "Oops! Another scene? At the moment of Yang Xu's thought." Bang! "The sound of iron in Zhuqiu's smash shattered Yang Xu's excitement. Watching Zhuqiu fly over his head at lightning speed and fly to the midfield. Until Yang Xu, who was about to come back again, began to bend down with a bitter smile, ready to see Henkel's situation, Henkel was howling.

But Yang Xu's waist did not bend one of the three goals.Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper Helder Black, spooked by Henkel's situation on the goal line, still got up in white face.A harsher scream was heard.

"Wei... Big... Left... Later... WES! Raul Gonzalez!" Ronaldinho, that's me professionally. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

(End of this chapter)