Chu Zhongtian's long-range shot reminded Russell that in the subsequent game, he put the organization's offense in the second place and tried more long-range shots. Unfortunately, his long-range shot ability is really limited, and he cannot pose any threat to Hartley Winterney's goal. What makes him stronger than Chu Zhongtian is that he can press the ball down when shooting and prevent it from being above the crossbar, but his strength is insufficient. The ball shot out is soft and weak, not fast enough, and has no suddenness. Even if he can avoid the crowd in the penalty area, he will be easily confiscated by the goalkeeper. In addition, it may be a common problem for technical players. He pursues angles too much when shooting and ignores the importance of strength. Even if the football is not blocked by the goalkeeper, he will go out of the goal.

"We have to try a change!" Xilin pulled out of the penalty area and shouted to Russell, who was in charge of organizing the attack.

"Damn it! If I knew how to change, I would be playing in Arsenal now!" Russell shouted to him, still resenting the previous sentence of Xilin, "Anyway, we will kick the ball to the opponent's feet in the end."

"Leave the ball to Chu!" Xilin pointed at Chu Zhongtian in the middle circle and said.

"Are you crazy? He can't even pass more than fifteen meters well. Do you ask him to organize the attack?" Russell's first reaction was that Xilin and Chu Zhongtian had a good relationship and were friends, but even if you two were friends, they could not take care of each other like this in the game?

Xilin looked around and approached Russell: "Does the opponent know?" He lowered his voice, "Does our opponent know Chu's passing level? Chu is at the back. As long as he frequently takes the ball, the opponent's defense will expand outward, so won't we have more space in front of us? You are the front midfielder, you should know how to do it, Russell!"

Russell was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. Xilin hoped to attract the opponent's defensive attention by allowing Chu Zhongtian to frequently take the ball. When they all focused on Chu Zhongtian who was even further backward, the defensive pressure of himself and the forwards would inevitably weaken. At that time, it would not be difficult to send a deadly pass with his own ability... This is really a good idea. Why didn't he think of it before?

"Sounds good." He still had a little hard mouth.

Xilin ignored him and left him to continue looking for his own opportunities.

※※※ After Chu Zhongtian shot the goal once, he shot the plane directly, he stopped going up and focused on defense. He was not embarrassed, he was quite shameful, he just felt that it was useless to go up, so he might as well defend honestly from behind. Although the opponent's attack occasionally threatened his defense zone.

But he saw Russell wave to him.

He looked behind him, then pointed at himself.

"You're too far away from me!" Russell shouted to him.

Chu Zhongtian remembered the instructions of head coach Eames and asked him and Russell to keep a suitable distance. So he took a few steps, and then he saw Russell pass the football back to him.

"You come and organize the attack!" Russell's shout almost made Chu Zhongtian fall on the ball.

He suspected that he had heard it wrong and wanted to ask about it, but the reality had no time to let him do this. Seeing Chu Zhongtian get the ball, an opponent's No. 14 player had already killed him with a fierce look on his face. Chu Zhongtian almost subconsciously acted, and with a right foot, he gave up the opponent's No. 14 player who was too swinging.

This is the first time Chu Zhongtian has successfully surpassed the game. In the past, he passed the ball at the fastest speed after getting the ball, and never tried it. When playing football in China, his football school coach did not allow football to stay at his feet for a while and dribble the ball. As long as he dared to do this, he would be greeted by a swearing: "Who called you to make your own decisions? Did I allow you to surpass it? Guawazi!"

He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that it was so simple. It was just the simplest spiking action. He practiced spiking and trolling in the park for an afternoon... On the 14th, Chu Zhongtian flashed behind him and turned around to grab it. Chu Zhongtian became familiar with this job - he had a straight body and separated the opponent behind him, so that he could not grab the ball. He was the defensive player Lao Gan.

Russell saw Chu Zhongtian passing the other party easily, but fell into the other party's entanglement again. He shouted in anger: "Surprise, let's go!"

During the game, Russell became Chu Zhongtian's teacher again and gave him some guidance on the spot.

Hearing Russell's shout, Chu Zhongtian shook away No. 14, who was stuck behind him, and dribbled the ball out by himself.

"If you see the space, pass the ball to your teammates!" Russell taught Chu Zhongtian with his voice.

This scene looks very strange to outsiders, but neither Chu Zhongtian nor Russell cares about so much.

Although Chu Zhongtian has never been a front midfielder who organizes an offense, he has never eaten pork and has seen pig runs at least? He has seen so many games and has experienced so many games. Don’t he know how to do it?

He looked up at the front, but he didn't see clearly. Everyone was constantly exercising, and he had to take care of the ball under his feet, beware of the opponent's pressing behind him, and using it with all his heart made him a little dizzy.

So he had to look down at the ball under his feet, then look up at the situation on the field. The result of this repeated repetition was that even though he had observed several times, he still couldn't see any trace. He now doubted whether the stadium in the eyes of those players who were good at organizing were different from the stadium he saw. He removed all the maps and backgrounds, filled with three-dimensional line models, and then they could play at will in their minds to find a suitable passing route.

But this was too demanding for Chu Zhongtian... In the end, he felt that he had found a route and passed it over with his feet shaking, but found that the passage he had discovered three seconds ago had been blocked. The ball was passed to the defender of Hartley Winterney wearing a white away jersey.

"Damn!" Russell cursed from the side and rushed towards the opponent to get the ball. At the same time, Joe Xilin was also doing the same thing as him.

Who told them to be the leader who decided to let Chu Zhongtian organize the offensive? Chu Zhongtian failed to organize the offensive, so naturally they both had to actively wipe Chu Zhongtian's butt.

After Chu Zhongtian found out that the wrong pass was passed, he did not pounce on it to steal, because the opponent was at least ten meters away from him. When he rushed to the opponent and passed the ball behind him, he became a fool. Not to mention that he was a fool, the empty goal behind him opened, and the two central defenders would immediately fall into a very dangerous situation.

He turned around and ran backwards.

Hartley Winterney's central defender, who had the ball, saw Russell and Shilin rushing towards him, did not dare to hold the ball on the defense line, and directly drove the ball to the frontcourt with one kick. As expected, as Chu Zhongtian expected, if he had rushed up just now, then there would be danger behind him now.

Wimbledon fans in the stands changed hands when they saw the offense and defense change, and screamed in shock. Emily clenched her fists nervously, leaned forward, and stared at the stadium without blinking.

Chu Zhongtian was quickly returning to defense, and the football fell forward swaying above his head. Hartley Winterney's forward was entangled with Wimbledon's defender Sim Johnston. Both sides wanted to compete for the ball, but they didn't want to be competed for by the opponent.

Fortunately, the opponent's long pass was more like the ending of a big foot. The football flew high and spent too much time in the air to give Chu Zhongtian time to rush back to defend. If it was the kind of low and long pass, Chu Zhongtian would not be able to catch up with the flying football even if he could run... Chu Zhongtian looked up at the ball still in the air while returning to defense at high speed, and then estimated the distance between himself and the landing point in his heart. He had confidence--the two people in front should not rob, this ball is mine!

One step, two steps, three steps! Chu Zhongtian swung his arm back suddenly, and his feet were pressed down, and he took advantage of this force to soar into the air. He opened his arms as if flying high in the air. Hartley Winterney's forward and Johnston both stopped fighting, raised their heads and opened their mouths wide, and looked at Chu Zhongtian who was high in surprise. They didn't expect that they had worked hard for a long time, but let others take the lead.

The sunlight was completely blocked by Chu Zhongtian, who had opened his arms, casting a huge shadow on the bodies of the two of them. The football in the air was hidden in the dazzling sunlight and could not be seen clearly.

They only saw Chu Zhongtian flying in the air waving his head, and then the football did not fall.

The football changed its line in the air and flew directly backward into the penalty area. Wimbledon's goalkeeper Andy Bale raised his hands on the penalty area line and steadily caught the ball in the future.

"What an excellent bounce..." Eames and Ingrich sighed on the sidelines at the same time. In their opinion, the bounce that Chu Zhongtian just showed was no problem even if he played basketball. They obviously didn't know that Chu Zhongtian could dunk in high school. His physical fitness has always been very good. Even if he stopped playing football in school, he was a sensational figure in every track and field competition. He took all the track and track competitions alone. Except for more skill-oriented events such as shot put and javelins, he could almost win championships in all other events.

"Beautiful job! Chu!" Emily shouted in the stands, waving her arms. Compared with Chu Zhongtian's poor performance in offense, his performance in defense can be said to be at the professional level.

Yang Yang finally saw Chu Zhongtian being outstanding. Seeing that Wimbledon fans in the stands were applauding and cheering for his roommates, he couldn't help but thrust his chest. His personality was not too outgoing, otherwise he would definitely shout: "That's my classmate! My roommate! My fellow villager! I am Yang Yang, thank you!"

※※※ Chu Zhongtian lost the ball himself and snatched it back. It was also considered as a result of the mistake. Bale threw the ball back to him, and he turned around and passed the ball to Russell, who had already run back to pick up the ball. He really didn't let the football stay at his feet for a second. This has completely become his playing habit, and he is not used to letting the football stay at his feet for more.

He felt that he would not have the chance to organize an offense again, because his performance just now was too bad - he passed the ball directly to the opponent. If this was put into professional games, he would not know how many times he would be ridiculed by the TV commentator. His teammates would not give him the heavy responsibility of organizing an offense to do like him.

But not long after, Russell waved to him and then passed the football over.

"Continue to organize, Chu!" Russell pointed to the opponent's goal.

Chu Zhongtian experienced what it means to "drunk the duck and put it on the shelves"... The other party's No. 14 seemed to have recognized Chu Zhongtian and rushed towards him again.

Chu Zhongtian spiked the ball again this time, and the opponent seemed to have known that he would do this for a long time. He had not deceived him, but followed Chu Zhongtian's spike. But then... Chu Zhongtian pushed the ball in the opposite direction, shifted his body along with the trend, and flashed No. 14 to the side.

After doing this set of actions, he drove the football forward, blocked his body horizontally, completely separating the opponent behind him. Now, unless the No. 14 foul, he would not want to grab his ball. Chu Zhongtian had no say in the organization of the offense, but he would not lose to anyone.

Chu Zhongtian looked up again and observed. This time he was a little far away from the opponent's penalty area, with a broad vision, and the complex situation in front of him seemed to be a little clearer... However, such a clearness was meaningless to him, and he still didn't know who he should pass the ball to.

In the end, he had no choice but to pass the ball to Russell.

The defensive pressure around Russell did not relieve the opponent, and he also saw that Chu Zhongtian was a little helpless, but he still passed the football back to Chu Zhongtian.

"Organize an attack, Chu!"

"Damn, you are the front midfielder..." Chu Zhongtian whispered after receiving the ball. He didn't have time to get involved in the division of responsibilities with Russell, because the No. 14 is here again.

This time he came from behind. Chu Zhongtian could not have shook him with simple movements like spiking or trolling. When he was proud, he saw Chu Zhongtian push the ball forward and suddenly accelerated and rushed out... Only he was standing stupidly in the spot, a little unresolved what had just happened.

Chu Zhongtian accelerated suddenly, although he threw him off No. 14, but he also made him closer to the opponent's penalty area.

What to do next?

※※※Ingrich said "Huh" off the court, and then he stood up from his seat and walked to the sidelines.

After looking for a while, he turned to Eames and said, "Is this your request?"

Eames shook his head. "How is that possible? I'm not that stupid." Only fools can do it if they can't pass the ball more than fifteen meters.

"Then is this..." Ingrich pointed to the court and said to Eames, "Don't you stop it?"

Eames spread his hands: "What to stop?"

"Stop them from doing this! They are wasting our offensive opportunities!" Seeing Eames' indifferent look, Ingrich was anxious and angry.

"Ha!" Eames laughed when he heard his assistant coach say this. "Do you think we are wasting opportunities if we leave it to Russell for treatment?"

"this……"

"Nickey. Haven't you seen it yet? We have no solution to the current situation. We are not good at dealing with opponents who are defending the penalty area and cannot come out, whether it is Russell or others. We have played for thirty minutes in the first half, and our offense has not actually threatened the opponent's goal. Who will be replaced will not be a waste?"

"Then...what if Chu comes up to attack, what should he do if he defends?" Ingrich came up with another reason. "He is our defensive midfielder. I remember you specifically told him before the game that he was allowed to stay behind to defend..."

"Did you see his defense in the air that time just now?" Eames asked back.

This sentence made Ingrich's question speechless. Even he himself had to admit that it was a very, very beautiful defense.

"Of course, coaches can arrange all tasks before the game. However, Nicky. coach is not an omnipotent god. He cannot foresee all kinds of situations that will happen in the game. No one knows what is happening on the court better than the players themselves. Sometimes, appropriate relaxation of restrictions and requirements allows them to think independently and decide how to act and let them play freely is more useful than saying ten thousand tactical arrangements to them off the court." Eames said to his assistant.

Ingrich was obviously shocked by his high argument. After a while, he realized: "You can't think of any way, Terry?"

Eames smiled.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian had one hand behind him, holding No. 14, which came up again, and maintained balance with the other hand, trying his best to prevent the football under his feet from being stolen by the other party.

He was still looking up at the front, hoping to find a suitable opportunity. He had already turned around in place but still couldn't find the pass route.

In the opinion, no matter where the field is, it is the same - it is the same mess and complicated. On the left side, there is a player of Hartley Winterney in an orange jersey. On the right side, there are also an orange figure. As for the middle side, it is simply an orange ocean, with opponents covering the sky, and he can't see his own blue and yellow figure at all.

"Passed to me!" Russell saw another Hartley Winterney player running towards Chu Zhongtian. His pressure was much less, and he finally raised his hand to signal Chu Zhongtian to pass the ball.

But Chu Zhongtian's eyes swept through him and did not intend to pass the ball to him.

"Here!" Andy Sullivan finally couldn't help but scream, although his position was not good.

"I! Chu! Give it to me!" Xilin was struggling to withdraw from the penalty area, preparing to respond to Chu Zhongtian.

Captain Kevin Cooper did not shout, but it could be seen from his eyes that he was looking forward to Chu Zhongtian's pass.

Different sounds rushed into his eardrums, and suddenly, the sounds disappeared, including the noise of the fans in the stands, and there was no trace. He could only hear his heavy breathing, and perhaps the guy behind him... The messy scene in front of him suddenly slowed down, and a thought emerged in his mind:

Near the bottom line of the right road!

After receiving the instructions from his brain, his gaze quickly turned around. There was indeed a gap near the bottom line on the right. Borger was in the back. Hartley Winterney's left back was pulled out by Borger. Behind him, there was a blank area of ​​about ten meters!
Chapter completed!