Reborn on Top of Football

As time passed by minute by minute, Wang Ai's heart was anxious. With less than twenty minutes left, there are still three goals left. This is almost a desperate gap, and only in the team that holds the infinite hopes of rare and strange civilian fans, can there be a little hope among this group of professional ethics.

In the 74th minute of the game, Tristan was injured and replaced with Pandani.

Tall Rodriguez is still closely following Wang Ai's side. With less and less time, Rodriguez's mouth becomes more exaggerated.

Laco is still playing 4231, Scaroni is this "1".

Wang Ai started running, running unconsciously, running around. From the free throw area to the middle circle, from the left to the right, his range of activity. His running route was a little strange, and he couldn't understand his intentions. Irueta tilted his head slightly on the sidelines, and he was a little puzzled. Almost half of the movement was completely meaningless.

Even his teammates cast doubts, but Wang Ai ignored and continued to run. Belleron, Victor, Silva and other midfielders could not understand Wang Ai's intentions. Seeing that he was getting farther and farther from the ball, he had to temporarily abandon his goal.

Among the silent and calm Raco, no one except the head coach has the habit of roaring. A teammate suddenly goes offline, and he is not as good as him, and how to play.

Of all the people, only Rodriguez was unaware of it. He was running after Wang Ai while voicing. He knew that Wang Ai would definitely understand at least one foreign language, so he diligently translated into four languages ​​in one sentence.

"Tut" enfuis? Connard! "(Are you going to run away? Asshole!)

"Tienesquehuir? Imbécil"

"Areyougoingtorunaway? Bastard!"

"Hastduweglaufen? Arschloch."

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"Don't run to the coach bench, our player channel is diagonally opposite!"

"Poor doctor, this is professional football. Cry, cry loud, God will forgive you, and I will forgive you, hahaha."

Wang Aichong turned a deaf ear and continued to run around, mixed with emergency stops, turning, and accelerating, which led Rodriguez to run around for a while, and both even ran to the backcourt of Laco. Deshang showed a strange expression on the sidelines, scratching his face, and then rolled his eyes, ignoring the two of them, and it was ten to ten.

One is active control, one is passive following; one is silent and one chatter.

One just appeared for ten minutes, and one has been fighting for seventy minutes!

Soon, Rodriguez was speechless and gasped with a wide mouth. Wang Ai started to take Rodriguez gradually to the field.

At this time, Laco's formation changed. Due to the unexpected "one less man", the attacking formation in the front and midfield changed from 231 to 221, or arguably 41. Silva trailed. Victor and Sis For Caroni's two wingers, Belleron became a forward, with both a forward waist and a shadow front, and was distributed in a diamond shape, while Pandiani was in the center of the forward line.

Wang Ai and Rodriguez's "marathon" did not attract the attention of both sides, even if Wang Ai returned to the frontcourt. Because Wang Ai neither ran to the football nor reached for the ball, he was still a "Brown sport" in a state of no need.

Laco planned several attacks, all of which were resolved by the full-backed Monaco defender.

Time slowly reached the 80th minute. Wang Ai had dragged Rodriguez for six minutes at a high speed. Behind him, Wang Ai had heard the noise of Rodriguez's lungs and his constant spitting.

This guy is almost there. And Wang Ai has regained his attention through a few minutes of running without the ball. These minutes are just a relatively warm-up for Wang Ai who is physically fit. The muscles throughout the body are full of full strength.

In the 81th minute of the game, Silva succeeded in stealing the back waist and blocked the right. Don't get Victor on the right. Victor hit the bottom line. After being intercepted, he returned to the middle and Beleron took a few steps and turned back Long shot, unfortunately the strength has not always been his strong point, and was blocked by Squillachi's leg. The football bomb was very high and fell in front of Plath. Plath carried Scaloni behind him, while he was light. Unloaded the ball.

While controlling the football, he looked at his teammates and saw a guy in a red and white jersey running with a wide mouth and waving his hands to respond. I was very happy. The attitude of the teammates was very positive.

Pushing his arch ... What about the ball?

Turning his head again, a little man whirld past the ball with a ball in front of him, straight into the door.

Plath just consumed a lot in the confrontation with Scaroni, so at this time looking at the figure running hard, he could only reach out his hand in vain and grabbed one in the air.

Immediately staring at the unexpected threat, Wang Ai ran into the penalty area and faced the blocking of the three players. He did not take too much action, but shot directly from the kick. He was looking for two players. The neutral position.

The football obediently crossed the line, and the goalkeeper Rome made a subconscious flutter. The football slammed on his gloves, and then slammed into the beam. After falling again, Rome was pressed firmly under him.

Wang Ai rubbed his face, and ran back without any expression.

It wasn't until that time that Plath had time to catch Rodriguez, didn't he let you stare? How did you stare?

Rodriguez didn't slow down at all, and he couldn't say anything. He could only jump out word by word, and added gestures to explain it barely.

It turned out that Wang Ai ran to the right and suddenly accelerated when the running route coincided with Scaroni. He flung off Rodriguez, who was not prepared, bypassed behind Scaroni, and unloaded at Plath. When the football was about to pass, it suddenly came out and succeeded in stealing.

Without waiting for Plath to respond, Rodriguez, who was grasped by his arm, shook off his teammates and continued to chase Wang Ai.

Tonyma is scary! If this goal is scored by him again, Deshang will not spare me.

At this time, Rodriguez, who was puzzled by the sudden acceleration of Wang Ai, gradually woke up. However, it was too late, Deschamps could not arrange another person to replace him, only to clenched his teeth and insisted.

Rome held down the football, fortunately for a while, the goalkeeper of the opponent was staged "Tragic World", but where is he going? Either "Macbeth" or "Hamlet"!

Did the other party withdraw? Rome looked up, and sure enough, the opponent's striker had already withdrawn from the penalty area, stood up and threw it, and threw it to Giver, who was also grateful. Jive turned around and pushed straight to Benaldi. Unfortunately, the power of this ball is a bit small, and Bernardi didn't care too much, waiting for the football to be in place.

But at this moment, Wang Ai, who took Rodriguez in a circle on the sides of the two, suddenly made a come in, grabbing and kicking off the football before Benardi started. Jive, Benardi and Rodriguez. When he found it bad, he chased Wang Ai from three directions.

Not waiting for the three to approach, nor waiting for Evra on the other side, Wang Ai kicked the ball and got the ball.

This change happened almost within a second or two. Rome had just thrown the ball to his teammates and walked to the goal line. When he turned back, he found that the guy who had just scared himself was falling in midair. Look at this posture. It seems like ... I grass! Shoot!