The strongest blade in football

Chapter 93 Rage Value MAX
Wang Nuo kicked very uncomfortable.

He is rarely so confused as he is now, he feels that he can't exert his strength.

For example, now, according to the pre-match deployment, he will rush towards him during the one or two seconds when the opponent's midfielder Ofoy is waiting to receive the ball, and then, with a high probability, Ofoy will pass back to defender Zemars.

Wang Nuo will predict in advance, and then accelerate towards Zemars along the passing route.

Meanwhile, Mabokani and Gosibi rushed to the other backcourt players.

Zemars didn't have a point of departure, so he could only pass back to the goalkeeper, or kick the ball to the frontcourt with a big foot.

In this way, Standard Liege curbed the opponent's chance to calmly launch an attack. Fortunately, they won the ball by winning the top spot.

That's what Wang Nuo planned in his heart.

He could even see the horror on Ofoy's face as he made the move, panting towards Ofoy.

The ball was passed to defender Zemars as he expected.

Wang Nuo immediately adjusted his direction and ran towards Zemars with all his strength, this time leaving the opponent with even less time to handle the ball!

Just when Wang Nuo thought that this frontcourt press was about to be effective, he saw a fluke in Zemars' flustered expression, and passed the ball horizontally to the left.

Dare to cross pass at this time?
Wang Nuo was overjoyed. That was where Gosibi was going to grab the top position. Zemars' cross-pass behavior was tantamount to playing with fire in the backcourt.

In the end, within less than a second of his happiness, reality taught Wang Nuo a lesson.

He turned his head and saw that there was no one within five meters of another central defender, Ryan Dongke!
Gosibi didn't push at all!
Ryan Donk took the ball comfortably, observed it calmly, and then re-passed the ball to the midfielder Overy calmly.

After the transmission, he even glanced at Wang Nuo expressionlessly.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious: where are your teammates?Poor thing.

The football draws a triangle at the back of Brugge and is back where it started.

Wang Nuo sprinted for more than 20 meters at a very high speed, without any gains. Instead, he was booed by the Bruges fans in the audience.

"Hey, that's a fast run, silly hat!"

"Don't try to grab the ball!"

Wang Nuo's heart suddenly ignited anger. He looked behind him, Mabokani was guarding near the center line, and Gosibi was even further back.

Seeing Wang Nuo looking back, both of them felt a little guilty. Bruges' offensive was too fierce during this period, and they could only be forced to return to defend and stand their positions.

If you want them to press up frequently in the frontcourt like in the first half, they will not be able to keep up physically.

Not everyone's physical fitness is as perverted as Wang Nuo's, and he runs tirelessly.

Damn!

Wang Nuo felt like a kayak thrown into the deep sea without any assistance.

He ran back with his head sullen, the jersey was soaked in sweat, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to his body. He couldn't control his anger. He had obviously tried his best, but everything was not going well.

In this game, as a forward striker, he was a sharp knife and a gunner, but 10 minutes into the second half, almost no one delivered the ammunition.

If it weren't for Boloni's repeated emphasis on keeping him in front and maintaining the efficiency of the team's counterattack, he would have retreated to get the ball and do it himself.

The center position is not good at all, and Wang Nuo regretted agreeing to Boloni. He should be the assassin who keeps the ball under his feet, but now he has to collide with the opponent's big guy in the air like a spring.

Witsel likes to pass safety balls as a midfielder. Now that the Algerian boy has been staring at him, it is difficult for Wang Nuo to get support from him.

He can occasionally receive passes, but they are all with his back. In most cases, he can only knock the ball back with one kick, otherwise someone behind him will firmly press against his back and give him a few kicks with knees and elbows.

There is also the speechless Casela, Wang Nuo has always liked him, but Casela's performance in this game was really bad, as bad as his game in the afternoon!

If you want to attack but don't attack, if you want to defend but don't defend, you don't rush up or help defend, and you run slowly, like an old man.

Is there really something wrong with his knee?

no one knows.

At a certain moment, Wang Nuo even felt that it would be good to hold a draw in this game. It was difficult for the team to even launch a threatening attack, let alone score a goal.

He stayed at the front of the team, watching Brugge continue to destroy his teammates, but there was nothing he could do. He was looking forward to the ball flying this way, even if it was a clearance, so that he could give the opponent some color— —

Especially Ryan Donker, the moustache-wearing centre-back.

The guy was tall and strong, with strong thigh muscles dangling around him like two iron pillars.

"Hey, Chinaman, smile, why are you so sad?" he began.

"I heard that you are good at dribbling, why haven't you shown it." He mocked Wang Nuo.

"..." Wang Nuo ignored him.

"Don't pretend you didn't hear, you just got lucky and scored some goals, this game is shit when you're unlucky."

"Fuck you." Wang Nuo cursed, but was still able to suppress his anger.

"Chinaman, you are not suitable for playing football. Seriously, why don't you go to a Chinese restaurant and learn how to make pineapple chicken." Ryan Dongke continued to insist.

This annoyed Wang Nuo, he himself was very angry because he couldn't get the ball, and this stout man kept arguing like a fly.

Buzz!Buzz!Buzz!

Wang Nuo played football since he was a child, and he encountered "trash talkers" many times, and heard a lot of insulting words.

Like "Ching Chong" "Yellow Monkey" or insults to his family...

The worst provocation he ever heard was "see you after the game"!
What kind of talk is this?Are you going to fight in the parking lot after the game or something?

Okay, very good, Wang Nuo was waiting on the court after the game, but that man ran away and disappeared.

Anyway, it's all stupid stuff.

Usually Wang Nuo always speaks with performance on the court, but this time, for some reason, his body was a little out of control.

The blood flowing in his veins was like fuel, and he turned into a bomb that was about to detonate.

He turned around and rushed towards Ryan Donk.

He intended to punch him, but Ryan Donk seemed to be able to foresee the danger in advance, and put his arms up first.

Wang Nuo simply stretched out his hand and pinched the base of the opponent's neck, just like a common starting hand in street fights, and the other fist was clenched tightly in the air, ready to go.

Ryan Dongke's body trembled, maybe he was frightened, but soon he realized that Wang Nuo didn't dare to do anything to him, and he didn't turn around and run away.

That would be embarrassing.

"Come on! Come on!" Ryan Donk kept his lips still, but still made an excited voice from his mouth.

Wang Nuo stared at the other party, not even blinking.

At this moment, the referee whistled and stopped the game.

(End of this chapter)