Chapter 56 Anger

When Zhou Yi passed the football to Kongdang, and He Ying also turned around and ran to Kongdang, Kist in a corner outside the field let out a soft cry.

"Oh!"

He was applauding Zhou Yi's pass.

Keenly and accurately grasped the space, and sent the football over, without hesitation, he passed it when it should be passed.

If he passes a little later, then the central defender of the Chelsea youth team will react and press up again, and this attack will not be successful.

If the pass is early, the intention of this attack will be seen through, and the No. 10 will not be able to take away Chelsea's central defender.

So, the timing was great.

No wonder Klopp is so interested in this kid...

In the last game against Arsenal, Kiester observed Zhou Yi for half the game until he left the field. Although he was pleasantly surprised by Zhou Yi's sorting out and control of the team in the midfield, he still had some doubts in his heart.

After all, in the game against Arsenal, Zhou Yi showed more control over the rhythm, but lacked the forward move.

A midfield playmaker is naturally unqualified if he can only pass crosses and pass back.

But it was a pity that Zhouyi didn't let Kiester see what he wanted to see in that game.

In this game, Kist made up for this regret.

From this attack, he saw Zhou Yi's ability and talent in the last pass.

The timing is just right, and the use of passing techniques is precise - it can be seen from the fact that he did not choose some fancy passing methods that are difficult to pass and receive. Zhou Yi chose the simplest internal Push the back of the foot, turn the ankle horizontally, just like a golf club, aim at the center of the football, and hit it hard, the football will move forward along a very stable straight track, instead of rolling halfway. Deviated from the track, ran crookedly.

Not bad, interesting...

Thinking of this, Kistor took out a small notebook from his coat pocket, which he carried with him, with a small ballpoint pen pinned to it. He took down his pen and wrote down what he had just observed in his notebook.

If this time it's not a lucky encounter, but a stable and sustainable performance... then it's really worth looking forward to.

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When Kist lowered his head to record, in another corner, a middle-aged fat man with his collar turned up and his neck curled up, as if he was a bit cold, was casting his surprised eyes on Chelsea's goal.

There, the players of the Chelsea youth team, who had just experienced a loss, stood there in a daze as if under petrified magic.

As a scout for Arsenal, Alan Powell also has some understanding of the youth team of his city rival Chelsea.

Although in terms of youth training, Arsenal has a hundred reasons to laugh at Chelsea, but it is also clear that Chelsea's youth training is only inferior to Arsenal's. For this Chinese team, it is still a strong team.

It's just that this strong team conceded the ball first!

What the hell is... what's going on!

When he received the task from Liam Brady, the director of youth training, to follow up and observe the No. 16 of the Chinese team, he was very speechless—what is there to observe about the Chinese players? Can they play football?

But now, he was surprised to find that the offense that caused Chelsea to concede the ball was organized by his subject!

And it's not just this one goal. In the game before this goal, Alan Powell could see the role of No. 16 in the game-he hadn't watched the previous game between the Chinese team and the Arsenal youth team. But he has watched the Arsenal youth team and Chelsea youth team games, and there is a horizontal comparison.

So he knew that the Chelsea youth team shouldn't behave like this against the Chinese team-they were basically led by the nose in the midfield!

And it's all because of...the number sixteen!

Alan Powell suddenly took a keen interest in Sixteen.

Why?

Why can he do it?

He no longer thinks about watching a Chinese player being boring.

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The teenagers of the Chinese team and their coaches were celebrating heartily, while those of the Chelsea youth team were collectively stunned - they really didn't expect that they were the ones who conceded the goal first, and the opponents who scored the first goal turned out to be!

How could such a thing happen to them?

It's... ridiculous!

Like the Dortmund youth team before them, they all went through a psychological process from surprise to anger when they found out that they were the first to concede the ball.

Surprised is unbelievable. When they found out that this is reality, they were angry-such a weak opponent can score our goal!

Well done boys, you have now managed to piss off a pack of lions, a goal you will soon regret!

When the game restarted, the Chelsea youth team did launch a fierce offensive towards the Chinese team's goal. This offensive was much more threatening than their previous casual kicks and random kicks.

It can also be seen from this that the Chelsea youth team was irritated and they became serious.

Seriously, Chelsea did show that they are superior to the Chinese teenagers.

They equalized in the 30th minute with a header from a wide cross.

Although Guo Nu jumped high, the opponent still rushed ahead of him and threw the football into the goal.

Because the distance was too close, although Sun Pan reacted to make a save, it was still half a beat late.

1:1, the Chelsea youth team equalized the score!

However, it seems that the anger of the Chelsea youth team has not yet finished pouring out. After taking the lead, they pressed wildly in the frontcourt, and the teenagers of the Chinese team were in a hurry and made various mistakes.

Before the end of the first half, the Chelsea youth team's pressing finally paid off-they scored another goal and overtook the score, 2:1!

Only then did they hold back a little.

At the same time, the first half of the game is coming to an end.

"Tch, what's not strong?" Liang Qiqi, who was sitting on the bench, looked at the dejected teammates on the court and gritted his teeth. "Now you know that you were cheated by that bastard! I said he was making it up! He knows a ghost!"

Liang Qiqi's angry complaints did not attract anyone's attention, and now everyone wanted to stay away from him and did not want to get too close to him.

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Soon after the Chelsea youth team scored, the first half was over.

The players have to return to the locker room to prepare for the second half of the game.

The expressions on the faces of the Chelsea youth team players were much better than when they just lost the ball. Some of them looked at the Chinese teenagers provocatively, as if they wanted to tell them to recognize the reality.

The only thing that makes them regret is that the first half ended so quickly. They believe that as long as they are given another five minutes, they can definitely score another goal.

If you want to teach this group of arrogant Chinese people a lesson, you must teach them a lesson thoroughly!

Unfortunately, the first half is over.

They can only demonstrate with their eyes now.

Sun Pan, who conceded two goals, was very upset. Before he played the game, he even boasted to Zhou Yi, saying that he wanted to let Chelsea see what is called "unshakable things". In the end, he conceded two goals. This is not a goal , it's the face...

Sun Pan, who was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, was keenly aware that someone was looking at him - this may be the racial talent of the Northeast people.

He found the people watching them right away - some Chelsea youth team players.

Seeing Sun Pan staring at them, they did not look away, but generously showed the provocation in their eyes.

Sun Pan, who picked up two balls in the goal, was so excited that he pointed at the opponent and yelled, "What are you looking at! What are you looking at! What are you looking at?!"

With that said, he went straight to meet her.

Then he ran into Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi hugged him: "They don't understand you when you speak Northeast dialect!"

When Sun Pan heard Zhou Yi say this, he was stunned for a moment: "Damn, I forgot about this in a hurry... Then what should I say?"

"Son_of_a_Bitch..." Zhou Yi taught on the spot.

"Yes!" Sun Pan nodded after listening to it once, then pointed at Zhou Yi again and shouted: "Idiot eat shit!"

He still wanted to continue scolding, but Yang Muge rushed over and pulled him to the sidelines: "Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!"

Zhou Yi also pushed him to the sidelines.

This conflict that had just ignited a small flame was strangled to death in its infancy.

Many people suddenly heard Sun Pan yelling, and they didn't realize what was going on for a while. After they realized it, they saw that Sun Pan had been dragged off the court by Zhou Yi and Yang Muge. What did you get... Without any preparation, few people could hear it clearly.

But it doesn't seem to be a good thing...

Looking at Sun Pan's angry face, he knew that there must be a conflict between the two sides. But it didn't upgrade.

After Sun Pan was pushed out, the players from Chelsea did not come up either.

"What's going on?" Hao Dong came up and asked with a serious face.

Compared with losing, he hates losing people more. Sportsmanship is paramount to these kids, and he doesn't want to see his players lose and lose.

"They laughed at us!" Sun Pan pointed to the Chelsea youth team players in the distance and said angrily.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over. Those Chelsea players did not leave, but stood far away. From this side, the expressions of ridicule and sarcasm were very obvious.

"Damn! It's true!"

"These grandsons! Nèng kill them!"

The players shouted and cursed.

"Enough!" Hao Dong shouted angrily, scaring everyone into shutting up.

"Go back!" He shook his head towards the locker room.

Then he walked to the locker room first, and after the others looked at each other in blank dismay, they obediently followed behind him.

Sun Pan, who followed at the end, lowered his head and asked Zhou Yi in a low voice: "Do they understand what I scolded?"

"Judging from their expressions, they may not understand your Northeast rural English." Zhou Yi shook his head.

"Damn!" Sun Pan was very dissatisfied, it was a waste of expression. "what is it now?"

"Fuck them in the game!" Zhou Yi said. "Fuck 'em! Beat 'em!"

Zhou Yi was also murderous.

In the first half, as the one who assisted He Ying to score a goal, he naturally received "key care" from the Chelsea youth team. And he had a lot of balls, and the Chelsea youth players were not polite to him. He wrestled a lot in the first half, and his white jersey was stained with green and brown spots, which were grass and dirt.

Since Chelsea started to fight back, Zhou Yi basically hasn't played well. He is always being kicked.

The referee didn't call a Chelsea youth team foul every time he was kicked. This is also normal, because the referee is the coach of the Chelsea youth team, so he will naturally favor the opponent.

There is no way to appeal, so I can only continue to be kicked, this kick...

If Sun Pan was full of anger, even Zhou Yi's belly was full of anger.

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