The strongest blade in football

Chapter 35 Exchange jersey
"Hey buddy, look it up."

In the auditorium, a fat middle-aged man pointed at the field and touched his companion with his elbow. His face was full of disbelief, "This is the first time I have seen such a young man."

Fatty's companion was concentrating on reading the news in the newspaper, and related reports on the 2009 F1 Belgian Grand Prix occupied the entire page.

He had been looking at it for a long time, but he was suddenly disturbed, so he had to raise his head casually, and glanced at the field perfunctorily.

But just at this glance, he was attracted by the situation on the field.

"Oh, God."

He couldn't help sighing, because an incredible scene was happening on the field.

An Asian player is being caught by two Saint-Truden youth players, protecting the ball near the corner flag.

He carried one of the people pushing and shoving, and kept an eye on the other person's stealing. His legs were strong and powerful. Although he was squeezed into a space of only two meters to hold the ball, he didn't look panicked at all. Stay firmly under your feet.

Obviously, the two Saint-Truden youth players couldn't do anything about him. Three or four seconds had passed, and they still couldn't get the ball.

There were small movements on their hands and feet. The Asian players were hit on the waist and calves several times, but they still protected the ball tightly like a wall.

The referee's whistle has been brought to his mouth.

Just when Fatty and his companions lamented the physical fitness of Asian players, the situation changed.

Seemingly hearing the shouts of his teammates, the Asian player kicked the ball in place and kicked it with a barb.

The football seemed to have eyes and flew to the way forward of the standard Liege players who inserted in the back.

The football was picked out.

Fatty and his companion looked at each other, and they both read the surprise in each other's hearts.

"Hell, look at the way he plays football, calm, strong body, fine technique, this is not a player in his teens, he is about 20 years old, he reminds me of that African-American player in Anderlecht."

"Romelu Lukaku?"

"Yes, it's him."

"Just kidding, Lukaku has already gained a firm foothold in Anderlecht's first team, and he is very young, only 17 years old this year, right? Much better than this Asian boy."

"That's true, but I have to say that the youth training of these giants is really good."

The two chatted sentence by sentence, but their attention was still focused on the court.

To be precise, it is focused on the standard Liege No. 11. They all want to see what else this Asian player can do.

Soon, they were shocked again.

It was a corner kick from Saint-Truden. The corner kick was poorly placed and was pushed out by the defender of the Standard Liege team. The Asian player got the ball.

The striker on his way out of the ball was blocked by the Saint-Truden players, and the two full-backs hadn't cut in from both sides in time, so he had to rush forward with the ball.

Since the auditorium is very close to the court, the fat man and his companions could clearly feel the speed of the Asian player.

His running frequency is like fast-forwarding a video, and his legs are as dynamic as if they were equipped with motors. It is not an exaggeration to describe him as fast as lightning.

Before the Saint-Truden player recovered, he had already brought the ball across the center line.

There were only three defensive players in St. Turden's half, one was left behind in an instant, and there were two left. One retreated to the penalty area, and the other tried to slow down the Asian players.

The player from Saint-Truden put in a tackle, a side-to-back tackle, and did not touch the football.

It was a reckless foul and the referee once again put the whistle to his lips but didn't blow it because the offense was in favor.

I saw the Asian player got up after being shoveled and rolled on a wheel, catching up with the football and continuing to move forward like a normal person.

The Saint-Truden defender was stunned. Just now, he raised his foot too high, obviously shoveling the opponent's calf, and the opponent still endured the pain and insisted on attacking?

Not caring about thinking so much, he had no choice but to get up and chase, and together with his teammates who had been dumped before, hung behind each other's buttocks to eat mud like two little followers.

The Asian players seem to have endless energy, and they rushed into the penalty area without stopping.

Facing the last defender and goalkeeper, he flicked the ball and it flew towards the far post.

Portal?This angle seems a bit off.

It wasn't a hanging goal, it was a pass. Standard Liege's winger drove the ball in from a small angle the moment the ball crossed the baseline.

Standard Liege u19s are ahead.

Instead of cheering and celebrating with the teammates who rushed over, the Asian player suddenly sat on the ground and pulled his socks off.

After taking off the shin guards, there are clear shoe nail marks on the calf. It seems that the opponent's defender's tackle action has caused him a lot of damage.

Fatty and his companion looked at each other dumbfounded again.

The long-distance attack across most of the stadium, fouls can't stop his pace, and at the end of the crucial pass, he still completed it with injuries!

After being fouled like that, he can still struggle to get up and continue to attack. This way of playing is enough to make countless diving players feel ashamed.

"I take back what I said just now. The performance of this Asian boy is really incredible. Whether it is technology or attitude, he is completely higher than everyone else on the field."

The fat man looked shocked.

"Compared to Anderlecht's Lukaku?"

"I don't know, really, I can't draw conclusions right now, but one thing is for sure, maybe they're different types of players, but at the end of the day, they're both unbelievable guys."

……

The referee gave the Saint-Truden defender a yellow card, and the Saint-Truden defender walked up to Wang Nuo with a sullen head, and patted Wang Nuo on the shoulder with apology, "I'm sorry, friend, I went for the ball, Confiscated."

Wang Nuo nodded indifferently. The wound was not serious. The team doctor was treating it. He sprayed some medicine and put on a band-aid, and the bleeding almost stopped.

"Can you hold on, do you need to be replaced?" The team doctor asked from the side.

"It's a small injury that won't hurt."

Wang Nuo stretched his calf, stood up indifferently, and made an OK gesture to Witt Ante on the sidelines.

The game restarted, and Wang Nuo still played like a fighter, actively fighting for every ball.

The previous coach once told Wang Nuo that on the court, if you appear weak, your opponent will become tough, and when you become tough, your opponent will be afraid.

Wang Nuo just wanted to scare his opponents.

Standing on the sidelines, Viteante watched Wang Nuo break through, sprint, press, collide with opponents, and move tirelessly.

Obviously, he was the hardest player on the field, and even gave Vetten an illusion that Wang Nuo's strength would never run out.

How could it be endless? Weit'an could tell that Wang Nuo was very tired, he was gasping for breath when he stopped, and his legs kept shaking.

The reason why he is so active is because he is working hard!
It is precisely because of Wang Nuo that the team's offense has been playing vigorously. To put it bluntly, he has revitalized half of the team by himself.

Compared with Wang Nuo, Peli and Dengo seemed to be worse. Their performance was quite satisfactory, and they didn't see too many bright spots. The imagined scene of three people taking turns attacking each other's positions did not appear. Most of the time, both of them seemed to be present. It's like disappearing.

In the next game, Standard Liege scored another goal, a long-range shot from Cargill, and finally Standard Liege won 2-0. When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Wang Nuo lay on his back on the lawn On the bed, lay motionless for 30 seconds.

In this game, Wang Nuo tried his best. He was not pinned to death at the shadow forward position. After the second half, he was almost a free man in the frontcourt.

Utilizing active running positions and sharp breakthroughs, he disturbed the opponent's defense line and exhausted his energy. Now his legs are almost cramp.

But Wang Nuo was very happy, because he won the game, he completed the task assigned by the coach before the game, and received an assist.

Three assists in two games, this kind of data makes Wang Nuo full of confidence. The U19 Youth League does not seem to be too difficult for him.

He felt that he could go a step further through hard work.

At this time, the Saint-Truden defender who shoveled Wang Nuo came over, "I'm sorry I shoveled you, are you better now?"

"It's okay, it's just a small injury." Wang Nuo waved his hand indifferently.

The Saint-Truden defender smiled and said, "You played really hard. Our defenders were frightened by your performance on the field."

"They asked me to come over, apologize to you, and then, exchange jerseys with you."

"Swap jerseys?" Wang Nuo had never encountered such a request.

"Yes, because we all think you will be a great character in the future."

(End of this chapter)