.【This way the title is really easy to get, but it is really hard to update like this. Fortunately, I haven’t been very busy recently. Thank you for your support, it seems that 100 votes are a chance.】

The first half was over. If there was any difference between the two teams, Yang would have to admit that Strombak's overall strength was much higher than Valleheim. If he let go, the gap between the strength between the two sides should be about two goals. Take the opponent's right forward for example. Speed ​​and technology made De Holland very difficult. It was simply that Yang had prepared before this, and the assisting defense of the midfielder Metz resolved many threatening balls.

However, there are too many accidental events and behind the scenes of football. Every butterfly has to flap its wings, and the changes across the ocean will become geometric. Mr. Yang is very glad that some games can be played according to his ideas - such as this one.

The Valleheim player who returned to the locker room quietly wiped his sweat and drank water, staring at Yang Shi standing in front of the tactical board. The team gradually matured in four months and gradually developed its own style. A military strategist once said: "The army that has been silent is the most terrifying and combat-effective!" Valleheim is transforming in this direction.

After everyone was about to rest, Mr. Yang dialed the tactical board: "Brothers, our fourth step plan is to reveal our teeth. They thought we were the little mice in their palms, and they would never have thought that we were just a tiger napping. We wanted to give him a surprise in the second half. The whole game was pressing tightly, don't be afraid of fouls! Take the opponent into our rhythm! Completely drag them down. In addition, I think you were too shit in the first half and you still couldn't play even if you had a chance!? In the second half, Dong Fangzhuo came on the court! De Holland, you come down and rest."

De Holland knew before the game that he could only play half-court ball. Before the game, Mr. Yang assigned him the task to him was to drag the opponent's defender to run without any effort, striving to make the opponent tired.

Where is Dong Fangzhuo?

Dong Fangzhuo went to the toilet. Damn! Get him back soon.

On the other side, Dong Fangzhuo, who was squatting in the toilet, thought: I have to sit on the bench for another 90 minutes this time! Oh my god! Damn, I forgot to bring the paper!!

Since coming to Valleheim, Zhao Xuri and Feng Xiaoting have both got the chance to play, and Dong Fangzhuo's playing time is 0. Master Yang has never explained anything about this matter. He just occasionally put him on the bench, but he has never replaced him once. Could it be that the coach is unhappy with me? Generally, people who don't like to talk are very thoughtful, especially for children like Dong Fangzhuo. Dong Fangzhuo decided that if he can't play in this game, he would talk to Master Yang. If he doesn't like me, I will go back to Dalian. I can't do it behind my back!

Mr. Yang was thinking about another aspect. Although Dong Fangzhuo was much happier than when he first came to Belgium, except for Zhao Xuri and Feng Xiaoting, he rarely communicated with his teammates. Just like some students have been learning English for a lifetime, they never opened their mouths. Mr. Yang was waiting for Dong Fangzhuo to speak by himself. Even if a player who doesn't know how to communicate with the team is of level, he cannot fully display his abilities. Mr. Yang hopes that like Dong Fangzhuo, he can go to a bigger stage. He is really good at it.

After Cordill used "wash paper" to save Dong Fangzhuo who was about to use his "finger", Dong Fangzhuo stood in front of Master Yang.

Master Yang looked helpless and thought to himself, have you washed your hands?

Dong Fangzhuo wondered, why did Brother Yang suddenly think about it and prepare to let me play?

"I won't say much nonsense, Xiao Dong. You have performed well in training, and you must be wondering why you didn't send you on the court. The answer is for today." Master Yang's ability to lie with his eyes open has steadily improved. "Well, you are my secret weapon! Do you understand?"

Hearing this, a blazing fire seemed to ignite in Dong Fangzhuo's chest. I am the secret weapon! I am the last trump card!

Mr. Yang changed the subject: "But you have a fatal problem that makes me afraid to send you on the field."

Dong Fangzhuo's heart flew out vertically as if he was riding a roller coaster.

"You don't like to communicate with your teammates on the court, and I'm very worried that you won't be able to cooperate."

"No problem! I can do it!" Dong Fangzhuo, who had been in a silence for four months, suddenly spoke English! It was like a mummy suddenly jumping up and singing ibelieveicanfly.

Mr. Yang was also shocked. His teammates around him were all laughing and then laughed loudly. Damn, I saw a miracle, come out and see the miracle!

Dong Fangzhuo looked back at his teammate who was a little unfamiliar and familiar, and smiled embarrassedly. He said in English: "Brother Yang, I, I, I, I don't have any problem."

Master Yang was also happy. It seems that people are forced to do it. If you can’t push a p in Sanbazi, you have to add Sanbazi.

Mr. Yang said to everyone: "Okay, with Dong Fangzhuo as the core in the second half, we will implement the next plan after scoring the goal. Xiao Dong, your position is here!" Mr. Yang drew an arrow from the middle circle arc on the tactical board and penetrated into the penalty area. "It doesn't matter if you dribble the ball yourself, but if you lose the ball, you must counterattack on the spot! Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Dong Fangzhuo felt that he was about to explode with excitement, and the power in his body seemed to turn into a tangible fighting spirit.

Master Yang nodded, OK! This kid's combat power is probably tens of thousands! It is enough to deal with an ordinary Saiyan!

OK! Come on stage!

Valheim!

Will win! Will win!!! Will win!!!

When Coach Fan stood on the sidelines again, he found that a Chinese suddenly appeared on the Valleheim player who was driving the ball. Is this a hint of surrender? Then follow the strategy formulated by the midfield and attack!

Both teams showed their sharp fangs, who could win the lead?

Valheim players on the court passed the ball more to Dong Fangzhuo's feet. Although they didn't have too much contact, every player knew that the one with the best physical fitness in the team was not Valez, but Dong Fangzhuo. Although he was not as strong as Valez, this young man was simply the Chinese version of Ronaldo. Dong Fangzhuo's biggest improvement was to ask his teammates for the ball in English.

Zhao Xuri passed it to Dong Fangzhuo.

Dong Fangzhuo dribbled the ball, but no one came to grab it.

Dribble the ball and break in! A Strombaker's midfielder came to defend him.

Bicycle passes by!

It's over!

Dong Fangzhuo's successful fake move made the Valleheim fans in the stands cheer. Hasson had already put down the banner holding the first half and urged several other fans to prepare to pull up another banner at any time.

Going further in! Passing the ball! It was destroyed by the defender's big foot.

Alas~ What a pity.

Strombak's offense broke through on the wing, someone in the middle responded, and then passed to the wing. Valheim's player tackled the ball without tackle. Guinea's right forward Sierra was heading towards the bottom line.

We saw someone in the middle, and Duat passed the ball to Duat.

Get up! Hit it away!

Duat has achieved the task of not scoring goals in the first half. This opportunity is just in front of him, but he is a little confused about playing. This is also the lazy side of human nature. Since he has money to make money and doesn't care about this game, there is no need to play so hard. The Brazilian's laziness is revealed.

Coach Fan doesn't think so - Duat, you smelly feet! Did you see the ufo in the sky? Coach Fan also discovered that his top actress in this game was not in shape. If this were the past, he would have replaced people long ago, but today Coach Fan seemed particularly patient.

Strombak cooperated on the left, and Vares forced him to the sidelines.

Out of bounds! The referee signaled Valerheim's out-of-bounds ball.

"Zikavi, give me the ball." Vares walked to the sideline and asked for the ball to pick it up on the sideline.

Zikavi threw the ball to Varez obediently: "Come on Brother Chen!!"

Varez took the ball and smiled. Don't worry, you idiots are so fond of Boss Yang!! I'll throw it away!

Vares' grenade ball drew a beautiful arc and threw it towards the far end, which was Valerheim's left. Milt had been waiting there for a long time.

Master Yang praised him outside the court, good! Vares! He has the strength to do it and is a good material for slaughtering pigs.

When Milt received the ball, he immediately encountered a pressing force. The Guinea right forward who had just attacked came back to defend at this time. This is also the sense of position of a high-level player. Milt decisively chose to pass the ball to his closest teammate in front of him - Dong Fangzhuo?!

Still Dong Fangzhuo!

This kid also has great experience in showing his presence, just like Zhao Xuri, who appeared for the first time.

Dong Fangzhuo took the ball and was already targeting his midfielder with a lightweight wipe.

wow!!

There was another admiration on the court, and even Glomos, who was sitting on the bench, couldn't help but slapped his thigh.

"Good ball! It's a little worse than brother." This is also the highest evaluation Glomos said.

Dong Fangzhuo drove the ball and accelerated and headed straight to the penalty area. Strombak's players found, Damn! There were only four people left in the backcourt. The people in the frontcourt were watching the ball throw out and slowly walked back.

Dong Fangzhuo shook! The central defender who accompanied De Holland to run for halftime forced him out.

Dong Fangzhuo's shot was a fake move! He chose to dribble the ball horizontally.

Jacobs pulled the ball inside and outside the penalty area, and Dong Fangzhuo pulled the ball out of the way. The overwhelmed defender finally turned to another direction!

Shooting!!!

There was only one huge goal in Dong Fangzhuo's eyes, and there was an extremely clear distant corner in the huge goal.

The ball left his toes and turned into a sharp sword that pierced the goal!

Strombak's goalkeeper flew to save!

"The ball is in!! The ball is in!! Just ten minutes into the second half, the "Oriental Football" who came on the bench (the commentator Paul obviously hasn't learned the correct pronunciation of Dong Fangzhuo) used his personal ability to change the score on the court."

1 to 0.

"It's incredible! I haven't even finished reading Dong Fangzhuo's information. This player is from Dalian Shide Club in China. He played in the Chinese sub-league last year and performed well.

Today we know that people from the East are very awesome! In addition to one on the field, there is also one on the sidelines!"

Dong Fangzhuo clearly saw the ball rolling into the net. He spread his arms and did not run towards anyone. He raised his head and listened to the tsunami-like cheers from the Rainbow Field.

That’s right! That’s the sound! Please be louder, louder!

Mom, have you seen it? Belgium! I, Dong Fangzhuo, your son! I scored a goal!

Jacobs was the first to pounce on Dong Fangzhuo, followed by Milt, Dupree, Mess, and Varez who was running from the backcourt... Dong Fangzhuo stood straight, letting his teammates fold it into a pyramid on him.

Mr. Yang: "Codill, the goal has been scored!!"

Cordill was excited: "I've got in! Master Yang, you're such a fucking bad silver!!"

Master Yang:...

Coach Fan bounced up from the chair, but he instantly recovered his calmness. There was always some surprise on the court. You little bastards should wake up. Coach Fan grabbed the left forward who passed by him and ordered: "Let Serra break through the right side and press the full-back. Tell you, I'm very angry! The consequences are serious!!"

Mr. Yang looked at Coach Fan with a side face. Is it still time to adjust now? Next is Valheim time. If you don’t believe it, look!

After Coach Fan gave the team a face-to-face message, he inadvertently glanced at the stands of the hardcore fans of Valheim. Another banner was erected with the goal. A few more words were added in front of the banner in the first half: "Magic Yang defeated Coach Fan, the best coach!"

Damn! Coach Fan seemed to be slapped hard on the face. It turned out that the banner in the first half was not a turtle-like spirit, but a sarcasm with a hidden head and a tail. Now it turned into a sarcasm of Hongguoguo!

Offense! Blast their back line into scum! Beat the fat goalkeeper down!! Coach Fan is obviously angry.

Mr. Yang made a gesture to the field, and Whelens nodded understandingly and directed the defense.

After conceding the ball, Strombak began to organize a fierce attack, but the team that could not play in the whole game was completely suppressed by Yang's three defensive midfielders. Whether it was a breakthrough on the side or a penetration in the middle, it was difficult to hit the front of the penalty area. What's more annoying is that once the rhythm gets faster, Valerheim will make some minor fouls in an unimportant position to disrupt Strombak's rhythm. Strombak's idea of ​​raising the rhythm completely failed. Chicaves and other small caddies were not idle either. When they encountered Strombak's out-of-bounds ball, they would either not give the ball or throw several balls into the court.

Master Yang, you are such a "bad silver"!

This is the reason for boiling frogs in warm water. In the 70th minute of the game, Mr. Yang called Feng Xiaoting and Glomos on the bench.

If the score has not changed much, it is time to implement the last plan.

[I forgot the update this week. My wife urged me to go to bed. I originally wanted to finish the game, but it seems that I can't finish it. See you tomorrow.
Chapter completed!