. "Walleheim took the lead in just 10 minutes of the first half. Today, Valleheim used a very unusual 352 formation and achieved good results. Of course, you see, the European team was not satisfied with the failure and started to fight back." A brother in the taxi turned on the radio and listened to the game.

A girl in the back seat with a pale face or a very pale makeup was muttering: "Oh, I'll take another way. I've already told me which way to go on my computer. You see, it's been ten minutes since the show started, and you haven't arrived yet."

The fat brother patted the steering wheel and said helplessly: "I told you that the road is building. Is your computer Aladdin's magic lamp? Hey, Valleheim will win!"

As the radio commented, the European team strengthened its offense, with two full-backs taking turns to assist, while the front-line defenders frequently cut in to the front of the penalty area.

A European team's out-of-bounds ball. Paquette walked to Dupree and stared at his serving teammate: "I didn't expect you to play football."

"I can't imagine it." Dupree said gritting his teeth with his chest against Paquette's back.

"This is not different from when I was a child." While speaking, Paquette received an out-of-bounds ball. "Duprey is a fool." Paquette knocked under his feet, and the ball passed through Duprey's crotch. Paquette twisted around Duprey.

The radio commentator of the visiting team was finally given an exciting opportunity: "Beautiful, worthy of being the most talented star in Ouben, just play like this."

"Damn!" Dupree turned around and chased after him, and thrust his foot. The referee's whistle rang. "Boy, I'll play cards again, pay attention to your movements."

"Okay, okay." Dupree saw Paquette lying on the ground getting up from the ground and laughed sarcastically at him, wishing he could kick him.

The ball was opened again, looking unthreatening. Whelens headed the ball towards the frontcourt, and Valleheim began to pressure offside. The right back of the team of Europa got the ball near the center circle. Milt and DeHolland stepped forward to press. Seeing that the ball was about to be lost, Europa's right back simply kicked forward.

"I'll push." ​​Fukai stretched out his head and didn't touch it.

"I'll hit." Minna rubbed the ball, but did not change the direction of the ball.

At this time, a white figure came out from the slant of the slant - a side-to-side barb.

Offside! Whelens raised his hand and the assistant referee did not respond.

The ball bounced on the toes of the white-clothed player and quickly rushed into the bottom of the net - the ball entered - the ball actually entered.

The radio commentator of the visiting team stood up and roared: "It's incredible! Incredible! The European team equalized the score. Who scored such a beautiful goal? A half-volley barb shot. Paquette, Paquette, Genius Paquette, Angel Paquette. This goal is enough to earn the best goal of this round, no, no, and can even be selected as the best goal of the season."

Paquette stood up from the ground, patted the grass clippings on his body, and felt so good to return to heaven. Instead of rushing to celebrate, he picked up the ball from the net and stuffed it into Dupree's arms.

"As it still said, fools and geniuses are destined."

Dupree held the ball and watched the team around Paquette to celebrate. "Damn!" Dupree threw the ball hard on the ground, and the ball was bounced into the air.

Du Rui also ran away on the sidelines. Before he sat in the chair for ten minutes, the score was tied. How could this prevent him from being angry? He pulled Milt from the sidelines and "let Dupree press on the damn kid close to his body."

Mr. Yang looked at the situation on the court. This conceding goal was not a good opportunity. The player's personal ability determines the game. Overall, Valheim still has an advantage. But if the player is crazy... the situation will of course be more unfavorable; but if Dupree is allowed to keep a close eye on Paquette...

This game reminded Mr. Yang of the match between Japan and Belgium that the professor had in class. What should I do if it were?

After Dupree re-telephoned, he ran all over the field like crazy, and the field was in a stalemate.

As the game was approaching, Paquette got the ball and Dupree was standing in front of him. Paquette, who originally wanted to pass the ball, stopped his foot and fought one-on-one! A good idea!

Paquette dribbled forward and made a fake move. Dupree lowered his center of gravity and did not take a fake move.

"It's useless, it's enough to use one leg." Paquette lifted up his speed and wiped it over.

"You can't get through." Dupree turned around and opened his hand to block Paquette's path forward.

"It's broken." Glomos slapped his thigh next to Master Yang. Sure enough, Paquette fell down in response, and Dupree's hand seemed to hit Paquette's face, but in fact it was more like his face leaning against Dupree's hand.

The referee doesn't care about the "interaction of force", a yellow card. The first yellow card in this game. "I have warned you before."

"If it were me, I would do this, fake falls," Glomus said.

Master Yang said: "This is also part of the art?"

Glomos stroked his hair and said, "It's in Shakespeare's play."

"Damn, your uncle, you believe such a fake move." Du Rui raised his hand to the field.

Dupree looked at the yellow card blankly and heard the whistle at the end of the first half.

In the locker room, Du Rui threw the tactical board on the chair: "Are you satisfied with this result?"

"Don't be satisfied, boss." Whelens expressed his thoughts on behalf of everyone.

Dupree lowered his head and remained silent, sweat ticking down the towel covered his head.

"If you don't want to lose, just show it. The fans are watching us!! In the second half, the wing forward can reclaim a little, protect the penalty area and draw the opponent out. The defender finds an opportunity to kick the ball 45 degrees, DeHolland, look at you."

"No problem, boss." DeHolland responded.

"Duprey, Dupree." Durey shouted.

"...In the boss." Dupre, who reacted from his trance, quickly agreed.

"You already have a yellow card, pay attention to your defensive actions. Don't get distracted."

"Yes, boss."

Master Yang couldn't help but feel sweaty when he heard Du Rui's arrangement. The arrangement itself was not wrong, but Dupure's mental state and physical state are not synchronized today. If he continues to get angry like this, the consequences will be very, very serious.

The halftime break ended soon, and the players walked towards the court with high morale encouragement from the coaches of both sides. Mr. Yang and Dupree walked side by side.

Master Yang said: "Frederick, how are you going to play in the second half?"

Dupree said: "Follow him."

Master Yang said: "Do you want to be sent off?"

"What did you say? Hello, Yang, what did you do?" Dupree shouted, because Master Yang poured all the bottle of mineral water on Dupree's head.

Master Yang shook the empty bottle and shook the water: "I want you to calm down." As he said that, he hugged Dupree, who was covered in sweat.

Master Yang said: "Calm down, boy, calm down. Think about what did you do in the first half?"

Dupree closed his eyes and recalled that Mr. Yang said in his ear: "Foul, gotten away, yellow cards, invalid running, and his goal."

Dupree opened his eyes: "Because I didn't stare at him."

Mr. Yang tapped Dupree lightly on the head: "The problem is not this. The problem is that there is a ball under his feet."

"There is a ball under your feet..." Dupree scratched his head.

Mr. Yang continued to inspire: "This is not a medieval duel. Do you want the team to win or do you want to defeat him by yourself?"

Dupree said: "Everyone wants it." The player channel is not long, and Master Yang found that Dupree is not very enlightened.

"What if I can only choose one?"

Dupree was stunned for a moment and said, "Uh...of course it's the former."

Master Yang saw Dupree's sense of collective honor: "Okay, just want to take revenge and ruin him, so I will teach you a way to strive to be in the best of both worlds... Do you understand this... like this?"

Players from both sides entered the court. Paquette found that Dupree was no longer as close as before. "Boy is afraid. Haha, this is your only progress in so many years. Come and pass the ball to me and let me break into the penalty area."

Paquette ran and reached out to ask for the ball, but his teammates passed the ball. As expected, he waited, a figure in a red team uniform blocked the pass line. The white No. 8 on the red team uniform was eye-catching with a name - "Duprey".

"Okay, that's it." Master Yang clenched his fists on the seat.

Glomos said, "What are you excited about?"

Master Yang said: "My method is useful. The No. 10 on the field has a bit of an old grudge with Dupree." Master Yang told Dupree's story concisely.

Glomos crossed his hands behind his head and leaned back: "That's it, if I can play, I will compete with that No. 10."

Master Yang glanced at Du Rui sitting upright on the other end and thought to himself: This is difficult. Who made you so awesome just now? You are playing a big name with the head coach. There are still three people on the bench, it depends on how the situation changes.

As Mr. Yang said, Dupree focused more on Paquette. He was like an intelligent missile defense system, destroying the passes to Paquette one by one. If Dupree knew what Paquette said before, he would definitely respond and say, "Baby, let me take care of you."

Gradually no one passed the ball to Paquette, and Paquette had to return to the backcourt to get the ball. Valheim once again gained the upper hand amid the cheers of fans.

At this moment, the head coach of the European team, Chaveheld, was about to substitute.

"Remy, replace Samra and say to Paquette. You take turns to intervene with him. He is too addicted to entanglement with the opponent." Chaveheld replaced a defensive midfielder and an offensive midfielder.

The players standing on the sidelines were waiting for the dead ball, and the situation on the court suddenly changed.

Whelens cut off the ball from the Euroin striker and passed it to Minna on the right. Minna took two steps, a long pass, and the opponent's defender came out. The midfielder headed the ball, and neither of them fell to the ground without robbing it. Dupree rushed up to grab the ball, and Paquette also saw this opportunity ball and flew tackle!

"You can't get it, stupid." Paquette's sneakers lit up their shoe studs.

"This ball is mine." Dupree met without fear.

The referee had already put the whistle in his mouth.

With a bang, the two people collided heavily. Dupree staggered and stabilized his body. The attack was favorable. Dupree did not stop and rushed forward without stopping.

With the chance, the frontcourt formed 5-for-4, and Du Rui stood up from his seat. He could pass the right side near the right side, the left side far, and the shot - if he had this footing method.

Mr. Yang also stood up and passed the ball, Adu!

In the flash, Dupree made a kick - a straight pass - is anyone receiving the ball? On the line, DeHolland was comparing speed with the defender and entering the penalty area, and the goalkeeper attacked and blocked the angle.

Shooting!!!

The ball is in!!!!

DeHolland rushed into the audience, Dury and Cordyll beside him hugged each other, Naeisen and Barrier shouted "goal" in hoarse voices, and even Ding Yi, who couldn't understand football, was doing a whine with the fans next to him.

After celebrating with his teammates, Dupree waved his fists at Master Yang. Master Yang also gave him a thumbs up.
Chapter completed!