Chapter 170 Arrogance and Frivolity Lead to Big Mistakes
Even though Zhuoyang was not used to getting angry at his teammates on the court, especially when he had originally made up his mind not to lose his temper on the national team teammates who had weak self-esteem, he almost couldn't hold it back this time.
How fucking self-righteous are you? How fucking stupid are you?
Zhuo Yang was secretly cursing Deng Shuxiang and Wang Dalei. He even had the urge to slap these two guys.
In defense, Zhuo Yang cleared the football to Deng Shuoxiang who was stationed outside the penalty area, where he had the most space. But after Xiao Deng got the ball, Detu blocked him in front of him like lightning. This is normal. You can just pass the football to Hao Junmin who is waiting for help next to him. It is completely effortless. Hao Junmin can be controlled and led. Even if he cannot complete a surprise counterattack, at least his penalty area is temporarily safe.
But Deng Shuxiang chose to fight against Detu!
You first ask Messi if he can beat Detu, ask Ronaldinho if he can, and ask Zhuoyang if he can. If the three most famous dribblers in today's football had not had good opportunities and situations, who would have beaten 16 men without thinking twice?
Young people are arrogant and domineering. You, Deng Shuxiang, are so brave!
Detu just stretched his legs and leaned his body, and Deng Shuoxiang lost the ball five meters outside the penalty area.
As soon as the Chinese team's defense relaxed and was about to press out, the football was kicked back by Detu, targeting Kuyt at the other end of the penalty area, who had just been left behind by Du Wei.
Zhuoyang didn't hesitate at all. He appeared in front of Kuyt with a few strides across half of the penalty area. He made a horizontal tackle that prevented him from shooting directly, and then stopped decisively in front of his feet. He straightened up and hunched over. Waiting for the day.
Boy, do you have the ability to shoot or pass one in front of me?
Kuyt had no chance at all. His only option was to push the football out of the penalty area again and let Fan Umbrella or someone else organize it again. At this moment, a tiger suddenly shot out from behind Zhuoyang, roaring and throwing Kuyt to the ground with the ball. Kuyt shouted inside: My life is at stake! The wind and sand stirred up by the tiger's power fascinated Zhuo Yang's eyes.
Wang Dalei laughed so hard that his flowers trembled. "Ahahaha~~, come on, take a penalty kick! Ahhahaha, I like your penalty kicks the most."
Until the La Lianda referee turned two yellows and one red at him, Wang Dalei was still immersed in the high-pitched space of self-entertainment. Zhuoyang lowered his head sadly, and Detu looked at him distressedly: Brother, why did you get along with such an idiot teammate? God is jealous of talents!
"Uuah hahaha~~,
Come on, I'll put down another one, how simple it is. Uahahahaha~~, you can't get in even if you take 10,000 penalties, I am Goye Chele, I am Wang Nardo, I am the penalty killer! Uahahaha~~huh? what's going on? "
Finally seeing the referee's decisive expulsion gesture clearly, Wang Dalei seemed to realize his huge mistake. He only focused on saving the artificial penalty kick but forgot that he had already received a yellow card.
"Zhuo... Captain Zhuo, what... what's going on?"
Zhuo Yang closed his eyes in disgust, frowned and didn't look at him, just waved at him to get out of here. Even if there are no yellow cards before, even if there is a penalty kick bug, you cannot deliberately create penalty kicks for your opponent. Do you know how harmful this skill is to my character?
"Team...captain, please help me and tell me, please change someone...red card..., okay? I think Xiao Deng is suitable. How about...let me save the ball before going down? Okay? Can you help me?" I'll tell you."
"Get out!!!" Zhuo Yang finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and angrily shouted Wang Dalei out of the stadium.
The pause was a bit long this time, and the Dutch had no temper. The goalkeeper was indispensable without anyone. Three minutes later, substitute goalkeeper Yang Jun replaced Deng Shuoxiang after emergency warm-up. Yang Jun walked to the door, tightened his gloves, and nodded vigorously to Zhuo Yang.
The 30-year-old Yang Jun and the 21-year-old Wang Dalei are completely different types of goalkeepers. Yang Jun's qualifications and talents are very average, but his basic skills are very solid, and he trains hard and is diligent and practical. A goalkeeper like him is unlikely to reach too high a height, but being a substitute always makes people feel reassured. In these aspects, Yang Jun is very similar to Madiburg's second-door, superman Edmund.
In fact, Yang Jun is only the third goalkeeper of the Chinese team this time, and Yang Zhi is the second goalkeeper. The only reason why Jieshuai chose him at this time was to take a penalty kick. Among the three goalkeepers, Wang Dalei has the most exaggerated talent, and he and Zhuo Yang are also the most skillful in cooperating with penalty kick gestures. Although Yang Jun's overall strength is slightly inferior to Yang Zhi, he is very stable in saving penalty kicks, and his cooperation with Zhuo Yang is also quite tacit.
Not only this penalty kick, Jieshuai has already begun to consider the subsequent penalty shootout.
Yang Jun stood firmly on the goal line, but the Dutch were in trouble. They are not as ignorant as Wang Dalei. In fact, they have no impression of Wang Dalei. In fact, it makes no difference to the Dutch who is standing on the Chinese team's goal line. As long as Zhuo Yang is still gesticulating at the top of the arc, it will be difficult for them to have the courage to stand on the white spot at this time.
Who should go? Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and then pretended to look at the sky and looked left and right. They didn't look like they were scrambling for the first place in a normal game.
Detu sighed secretly in his heart, and just as he was about to walk up, he heard a sigh in his ears. 'well! ’ Van Bronckhorst stood out and walked into the penalty area solemnly. No one dares to take the responsibility. It would be outrageous for him, the captain, not to stand up.
The whistle sounded for a long time, but Team Fan still didn't start. He didn't even think about how to kick this penalty kick. Team Fan just stood there thinking, thinking and thinking. The referee La Rianda was not in a hurry, and Zhuo Yang was even less anxious. You'd better think that after overtime, I will ask the Chinese Football Association to send you a plaque with the words "Light of Undercover" written in gold.
The grumpy Fan Umbrella was anxious. Even though he didn't dare to kick himself, he wasn't nervous at all when others came to kick him. "You kick it!"
A loud shout frightened Captain Fan, and he ran forward like a frightened rabbit. However, he still had no idea how to kick the ball. Therefore, it is strange to be able to play well. Football is as high as a clearance. Zhuo Yang doesn't know how to direct Yang Jun.
Zhuo Yang still made moves, and he had a heart-to-heart fight with his brother De Tu. After casually swiping his hand upward, he suddenly tilted his body and pretended to rush into the penalty area. Detu, who was beside him, didn't dare to neglect him at all. He knew very well how incredible his brother's ability to predict was, so he jumped to follow him.
Zhuo Yang suddenly changed direction and accelerated in the direction of the frontcourt with another matador. Detu was shocked. That was how the ball was lost in the 90th minute. Detu suddenly turned around and followed closely, inseparable from Zhuo Yang. When he attached himself to his brother again, Zhuo Yang stood firm again and laughed at him. Then Detu also laughed. At this time, the football had already flown into the stands.
The peak-level game of breakaway and counter-breakaway between the two made Fan Umbrella, who had been watching Zhuoyang dancing around without watching the penalty kick, speechless. He said to himself: Oh my god, if it were me, I would probably break my hip bone. Already useless.