Zhen Shaolong didn't know how to play.

He slept for a night.

When I woke up again, I heard Flor say that I would let him appear, and when my mind was still a little confused, I met a strange guy.

Until now he finally reacted-

That is the legendary club chairman, Mr. Ritman, whose interests and hobbies are crooked!

Zhen Shaolong shook his body disgusted and felt uncomfortable all over. He did not discriminate against sex-love, but he also held the attitude of staying away if he could stay away.

When he was really standing in the field of the game, Zhen Shaolong had calmed down and had already stepped onto the field of the game. Don't imagine that Bergman would forget himself or something else, and just remove distracting thoughts and carry out the game seriously.

As for whether to be selected into the first team, Zhen Shaolong also had some small expectations.

The greater the expectations, the higher the disappointment...

Since getting the golden finger, doing many tasks of throwing his face on the street and stepping on a few hard feet, Zhen Shaolong has been used to thinking about things badly.

So he only thought about the advantages of the youth team: a group of familiar teammates can have time to exercise, and as daily tasks gradually improve, he can also occasionally see the beautiful Lisa...

Ahem.

In the end, it's not the point.

"Zhen, catch the ball!" When Zhen Shaolong was still immersed in his own world, a shout called him back to reality. Kruze passed the ball over. Seeing that he seemed to be not paying attention, he immediately shouted and reminded him.

Then, the ball was missed...

It was a very simple pass. Kruze and Zhen Shaolong were less than ten meters away. There were no opponents in the middle, and there were no one around Zhen Shaolong.

But it just missed.

When Flor saw this scene, he covered his face in pain, as if he didn't want to admit that it was his player who made the mistake, while others couldn't help laughing.

The same goes for the field.

First team midfielder Bruckner easily caught up with the ball, then passed the ball to his teammates, and said with a smile, "That Asian boy who just came on the court is really interesting. Is he really a youth team player?"

A teammate next to him ran and said gossip, "I know him, please - love Superman!"

"And the nickname?"

"Don't you know? Some time ago, every morning..."

Even on the field, gossip spreads very quickly.

Zhen Shaolong's face turned black.

He doesn't care about other people's gossip, but it's normal for him to be distracted and not receive the ball occasionally, right? Is it necessary to keep laughing at him?

"When I have the chance, I will let you see what a real striker is!"

Zhen Shaolong ran towards the front court.

———

Zhen Shaolong wanted to use the "Kill" skill to teach the first team a lesson and help him get a goal, but it was difficult to do it.

After the first team replaced the main players, the suppression effect of the youth team was no longer the intensity of the opening game, but it was not easy for the youth team to attack.

The youth team's offense basically only depends on two people-

One is Kruze, who is very active on the wing, fast and flexible in his skills.

The other is Freiberg.

Freiberg cooperated better and had a strong overall strength in his personal strength. Because his teammates were worse, his performance was not as good as Cruze.

But whether it is Kruze or Freiberg, it is very difficult to send the ball to the penalty area, let alone a small penalty area.

That's simply delusion!

Zhen Shaolong played for more than ten minutes, without even a single touch, and became a completely transparent man, making no contribution to offense and defense.

Bergmann on the sidelines also noticed it.

Zhen Shaolong gave Bergman a deep impression, so he also received attention after appearing. Bergman observed for a while and asked Flor in confusion, "Does the striker not need to participate in the defense in the youth team game?" It means that the situation is so passive, Zhen Shaolong should not just stand in front.

Flor glanced at Ritman and whispered, "He just joined the team and only played a few times in the game. I have never asked him to retreat."

Bergman nodded.

This is a young man with inexperienced experience.

On the field.

Zhen Shaolong no matter what defense or not, he is very clear about his strength: put aside the system factors, his skills and physical comprehensive strength are at the downstream level in the youth team, and he cannot be compared with first-team players at all.

If you want to perform, you must rely on the system.

If you retreat to participate in defense, what is the difference between it and others?

Can you score a goal?

The striker exists just for the goal!

When all the players of the youth team, including center Sarko, were retreating and stabilizing their defense, only Zhen Shaolong was standing in front, as if the youth team's goals were all tied to him alone.

He is the hero who fights alone!

Zhen Shaolong thought so, but he was the only one who thought so. Other youth team players were still complaining that he would not come back to defend. Even if his defensive ability was poor, he would be a personal pillar when he came back, which could have some effect.

"Why is he still ahead!"

"The game is so passive now! What's the use of him in front!"

"I don't know what he is doing, so don't worry about him!"

“…”

In an ununderstood environment, Zhen Shaolong still insisted on his own approach.

Finally, he saw an opportunity.

———

This is one of the few attacks in the youth team.

The first team Albrecht's long shot failed to hit the ball, and the football was held in his arms by the youth goalkeeper. Then he drove the ball to the side with a big foot. Kruze grabbed the ball and quickly led it forward.

The youth team launched a counterattack!

The youth team had launched several counterattacks before, all of which ended in failure and failed to get a normal shot.

Kruze learned his lesson and dribbled the ball through the midfield and transferred directly.

Freiberg!

Freiberg successfully received the ball, and he also played a trick under his feet, shook the defensive player in front of him, and then saw Sarko who was unattended...

He didn't pass the ball!

Sarco was stunned by the side.

"What is he doing!" Flor shouted angrily on the sidelines.

Bergmann smiled without caring, "It is normal for young people to have a desire to show off."

Freiberg hoped to have more performances and naturally had to work hard on his own if he had the opportunity, so he continued to take two steps and the opponent's players rushed over.

Double-team front and back!

Freiberg regretted not passing the ball early, so he couldn't continue to break forward, so he had to make a symbolic shot on the spot.

Thirty meters, it can be considered a long-distance attack!

Freiberg is a semi-skilled midfielder, not a type with a thigh that is thicker than a waist. It is impossible to kick strongly in thirty meters.

The football flew lightly toward the door.

moment.

Zhen Shaolong launched "Predictory" and immediately judged that the football would be caught by the goalkeeper, and then... the goalkeeper escaped!

Chance!

Zhen Shaolong's eyes lit up and he rushed towards the goal immediately.

at this time.

Everyone paid attention to Freiberg and the football in the air. The targets to defend were Sarko and Cruze. Almost no one noticed Zhen Shaolong, who had been in a state of missing for a long time.

First-team goalkeeper Honalev, he took the ball with both hands without caring about it.

"A little slippery..." Honalev couldn't catch it firmly, and the football fell in front of him.

He didn't care.

When I was about to bend down to pick up the ball, I found that there was a black shadow in front of me.

Before Hondalev could react, the football disappeared in front of him. When he looked up, he noticed that the players of the youth team opposite were raising their hands to cheer-

"The ball has entered!"

"It's Zhen! 1-0! We are ahead!"

"Oh my God! That's great!"

“…”
Chapter completed!