Chapter 107 Wu Lei

Spain, Province of Castellon, City of Villarreal.

El Madrigal Stadium, also known as the Love Song Stadium in Spanish, is the home of the 'Yellow Submarine'.

Today, there are a large number of Villarreal (yellow submarine) fans gathered here.

Dong Yuming stood in Tottenham's approach area, and there were nearly 10,000 fans traveling with the team this time.

It is true that Premier League fans are rich in "football hooligans", but they also have a loyal, fanatical, and passionate nature.

With Tottenham's performance getting better and better this season, Tottenham fans' confidence in winning the championship has also been stimulated. They don't want to miss every game of Tottenham. They want to witness the home team's championship process with their own eyes.

Villarreal only has 5,000 seats for Tottenham fans, which is already the limit in the relatively good market of "Yellow Qian".

But there are still more than 5,000 fans who can only wait outside the stadium. Although they cannot enter the stadium, they still sing and cheer loudly, as if they want to turn the "Love Song Stadium" into their home stadium.

Standing in the crowd, Dong Yuming was also full of emotions. He witnessed the rise of Tottenham with his own eyes.

From an upstart in the Premier League, now they are about to reach the top of the Premier League, and their upward momentum is extremely violent. They even set a legend of a terrifying winning streak in the season.

How can such Tottenham not like it!

Dong Yuming recorded the scene with the camera.

At this moment, he felt someone patting his shoulder.

Dong Yuming turned his head to look, and saw a young man with a crew cut, slightly dark skin, and a strong body, about 1.75 meters.

"Xiao Lei?"

Dong Yuming shouted in surprise.

The person who came was Wu Lei, the national team striker of the Chinese national team, the Chinese Super League Golden Boot last season, and now playing for the No. 7 player of the Espanyol club.

"Brother Dong." Wu Lei also greeted with a smile.

Dong Yuming looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "I've grown stronger, I've trained a lot."

Wu Lei scratched his head and smiled; "It's not bad, but the gap still exists, I can only catch up desperately."

"Just have the heart.

Dong Yuming patted Wu Lei's shoulder with a smile, and asked, "Why are you here?" "

Wu Lei pointed to the 'Love Song Stadium' and said with a smile; "Watch the game."

Dong Yuming was a little surprised. The Spaniards are in the Catalonia region, and Villarreal is in the Valencia region. This is equivalent to inter-province in China.

"Have you bought a ticket yet?"

Dong Yuming asked.

Wu Lei nodded and said, "I bought it, but I think it's better to stand in the press area with you, just to chat."

Dong Yuming said with a cheerful smile: "Alright! Let's go in."

When he came to the reporter area, Dong Yuming set up the camera, clapped his hands, and said with a smile, "Are you here to see Yi Le?"

Wu Lei nodded with a smile and said, "I'm quite curious about him. For such a compatriot, I also want to see how he plays football."

"Then don't be scared." Dong Yuming chuckled and said, "Actually, Huang Qian basically has no winning percentage in this match alone."

Wu Lei was surprised: "They are quite strong, especially the midfielder. Dennis is called 'Little Iniesta' in Spain."

Dong Yuming smiled noncommittally, blinked and said, "Do you know that there is a saying in the Premier League?"

"what?"

Dong Yuming said with a smile on his face: "Never compete with Tottenham for the midfield rhythm! Yi Le will kick your shit out!"

Wu Lei froze for a moment, and couldn't help being surprised: "Should I be so exaggerated?"

"Do you think that Tottenham's goal for the double crown is accidental? Their strikers are indeed strong, but the real core is the midfielder! Yi Le, Dele Alli, Elkeson, Eric Dier, Thomas... Carol, as long as these five people rush up, they can directly break the opponent's defense line!"

"North London Derby, Arsenal relied on Ozil to curb Yi Le's rhythm, what happened in the end? 7:0! That was a massacre!"

"30 assists in a single season! Don't talk about 'Little Inies', even giving Iniesta to Villarreal is enough."

"Both teams play in midfield, but if Billy beats Real and insists on competing with Tottenham for the rhythm of the midfield, then the game is basically over."

Wu Lei looked at Dong Yuming in surprise, although he looks so kind now, but in the past, he was known as the "big troll" in the reporter world, known for his sharp critical reports, and he rarely praised anyone in his mouth when.

But now that Dong Yuming admires Yi Le so much, Wu Lei couldn't help but become more curious.

While the two were chatting, players from both sides had already started to enter the field.

With the whistle of the referee, the game officially started.

Wu Lei's eyes have been fixed on Yi Le, who is wearing the No. 21 ball uniform. He has one thing to say, the basic skills are really good, and Yi Le's every stop is art, just right.

And his route of the ball is full of creativity and unpredictable at all.

The Spaniard's performance in La Liga is not good. Wu Lei also played against Villarreal, and their midfield was tightly suppressed.

At that time, he felt that Villarreal's midfield bonus was too large, which caused their strikers to not get the support they deserved.

But looking at it now.... Villarreal's midfield is about to be kicked out by Tottenham!

In the 15 minutes of the first half, Tottenham's possession rate reached a terrifying 76%.

And under Yi Le's control, Dennis, who is known as "little Iniesta", is like a headless chicken. He can only chase the ball in a daze, and he doesn't have the prestige when he played the Spaniard.

The gap is so big? ! !

Wu Lei's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief!

In the 28th minute of the first half, Yi Le finally showed his bayonet.

An unrivaled through ball!

Sharp and deadly like a knife!

Directly penetrate Villarreal's defense!

Sun Xingmin responded quickly, strode into the penalty area, faced the goalkeeper one-on-one, and steadily pushed the football into the lower left corner.

In the first half, Tottenham led 1:0.

"This.........."

Wu Lei was shocked.

How is it so easy to score a goal?

A through ball!

One-handed!

goal!

This kind of offensive efficiency is really amazing...

Wu Lei looked at Yi Le, a hint of surprise and greed flashed in his eyes...

If...if they have this kind of midfield...

Dong Yuming applauded with a smile. He saw Wu Lei's eyes widened in shock, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm right? This game is over!"

Wu Lei nodded slowly...

The game that followed was completely one-sided.

After Tottenham had an advantage, their ability to end the game was too strong.

They think about emotions, know when to attack and when to defend, play well-founded, and don't give Villarreal a chance at all.

Although Villarreal fought back hard, they were unable to make any effective counterattacks at all in the face of Tottenham's impregnable walls.

This game.....the gap between the two sides is too big.

And this game also gave Wu Lei a huge shock.

 …

The game ended with a total score of 3:0.

Tottenham scored two goals in the first half, and scored again in the second half with Harry Kane off the field.

As Dong Yuming said, the yellow submarine was kicked and kicked.

Outside the arena, Dong Yuming smiled and said: "How is it? For your future teammate, what do you want to say? Do you want to go over and say hello?"

Wu Lei pondered for a moment and shook his head, "No, I still have training today."

"okay then."

Wu Lei bid farewell to Dong Yuming, clenched his fists all the way.

This is the top team in Europe!

As a single arrow, he is not at the same level as Harry Kane. Even Sun Xingmin can blow himself up.

Terrible! !

This made Wu Lei feel a sense of urgency.

Become stronger!

Must become stronger!

Moreover, through this game, he has found his own direction.

In the past, Wu Lei always defined himself as an all-round center forward, and he worked hard for it.

But talent is limited, and he knows that he still lacks talent in breakthroughs.

Then go the other way!

He decided to focus on honing his ball-stopping skills, running positions, goal awareness and shooting ability.

At the same time, he needs to gain muscle, he wants to make himself stronger!

He's going to be a complete pie front!

"I don't have much time left!" Wu Lei looked up to the sky and sighed, then smiled.

The world's top midfielder!

Hey!

Does it come from the sense of urgency of powerful teammates?

Wu Lei lowered his head slightly, his eyes seemed to be shining with determination.

I will definitely become a center worthy of you!