Gene looks very vicious on the surface. In the football field, he only plays for St. Pauli for many years and participates in low-level leagues.

Barcelona?

This is an opponent that you can't even think about.

Even last year, Gene wanted to enter the Camp Nou Stadium, and he still needed to buy tickets by himself and watch the game like an ordinary fan.

Now he has become a participant in the competition.

Zhen Shaolong saw the nervousness of others, and he was a little worried. Putting aside the system tasks, he also hoped to win with the team.

That would be very happy.

on the contrary.

Losing will be depressed.

Everyone likes victory, and it is best to win every game.

Zhen Shaolong thinks he should do something.

He did.

"Xie Yi (Ji Wen), come and help me train and shoot!" Zhen Shaolong said, then walked to the penalty spot with a ball in his arms.

"Are you kidding?" Ji Wen said with his lips, let alone the penalty kick, Zhen Shaolong's shot outside the penalty area didn't want to save the shot.

Too tired!

"I kicked with my heels!"

"Hear?" A group of teammates immediately looked over with interest.

Zhen Shaolong turned his back to the football, turned his head and glanced at the goal, immediately raised his right foot and kicked the heel hard.

The football rushed towards the left foot.

A blind spot!

Although the football is not fast, Ji Wen will definitely not have time to run over, so he can only make a standard save.

He reacted a little slower.

Enter!

"Awesome! This ball is great!" Ji Wen stood up from the grass and gave a thumbs up.

"Zhen, come another one!" Smith took the initiative to throw the ball over.

Zhen Shaolong continued to kick.

Heels!

Enter!

Heels!

Being saved!

Zhen Shaolong kicked more than a dozen balls in a row before stopping to rest. During the process, heels could kick the ball to the dead corner of the goal.

This is amazing!

Newcastle United's teammates were just amazed. They often saw Zhen Shaolong training and shooting, but they didn't feel strange. No matter how accurate Zhen Shaolong played, it seemed that it was no big deal.

Habits will be natural.

The fans in the stands around were different. As soon as they sat in the position, they saw Zhen Shaolong kicking many heels at the penalty spot.

They were initially disdainful.

Next, I was very shocked. The opponent could kick the ball to a dead end every time!

"That's Zhen Shaolong!"

"Yes, No. 13! He is a very powerful striker! He is much better than Aguero in the last game!"

"It is said that he beat Messi in the Capital Olympics!"

"Is this too accurate?"

"Have you read the report? It's said in the news that he is the most efficient striker in the world's football field!"

“…”

Shock is just the beginning.

After a break, Zhen Shaolong felt that he should show off his skills again, which not only improves his teammates' fighting spirit, but also shocks his opponents.

The competition is about winning the crowd first!

Morale is important!

Striking Barcelona's morale may also be of little help to the game.

Zhen Shaolong asked Enzobia to cooperate to pick the ball over. The two stood about ten meters apart, "Lower strength!"

Enzobia nodded.

The football was gently picked up by Enzobia and flew up to Zhen Shaolong with half a man.

Zhen Shaolong moved.

He made a move to stop the ball with his right foot, but after the football hit the right foot, it did not bounce up at all and stopped directly on the foot.

This is not over yet.

His movements stopped for a second, and then he quickly turned around on one foot, which was astonishing that the football was still on his feet.

Still moving!

“Hula…”

Barcelona fans in the stands around couldn't help but make a noise.

“Is this an acrobatic show?”

"This guy's skills are so good, right? Can Messi do it?"

"No..."

"Maybe it just happened to be successful once."

The performance continues.

Enzobia continued to pass the ball over, and Zhen Shaolong continued his move just now, first stopping the ball directly on his feet, then spinning around in the spot, or simply making a swaying shot. The football in the middle seemed to be sandwiched by his calves and feet, and he didn't move at all.

At this time, not only the fans, but also the Barcelona players watched and discussed it.

"Leo (Messi), can you do it?" Iniesta asked.

"Kick the ball over, I'll try."

Messi is not sure.

After Iniesta tried to kick a similar ball, Messi would jump out as soon as he stopped. Not to mention that he wanted to stop at his feet and circle around. If he wanted to stop the ball at his feet, he would need to stop two or three times before he could do it.

Turning around?

Messi tried it once and the football landed soon.

"It's impossible. Even if the force is removed, the football will still pop out. How did he do it?" Messi looked at the opponent's half in surprise, his heart was completely filled with shock.

The other Barcelona players are similar.

I tried a few of them, but I couldn't do it at all.

"Don't care, that's just street football, it's used for performances. It's not used in the game!" Veteran Harvey comforted other teammates.

The others nodded.

But they knew that Harvey was just comforting him. The statement of street football was unreasonable. The other party was a scorer who scored 60 league goals in a single season. I believe that the so-called "street football" can even be said to be a suspicion of IQ.

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Chapter completed!