genius creator

Chapter 145
When the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, the final score was fixed at 4:0. Santander was successfully saved from relegation. The team and the fans in the stands cheered together.

But Huelva was relegated tragically. Rios on the bench angrily threw the mineral water in his hand on the grass, and this scene was also captured by the Spanish media and became a big news in the future and on TV. content of the report.

Due to the success of Santander's relegation, the fans were very excited. In the afternoon, a bar specially held a private party for the team and invited the whole team to participate. The head coach Portugal was also invited to go.

Only Yang Luo and Andy were left in the entire base camp.

In the dormitory, Andy was lying on the bed looking at the phone boredly, complaining while playing: "Why did you leave the two of us here, we are also members of Santander."

Yang Luo doesn't care at all, he has long been used to this isolated state, before he touched football, he was almost an invisible person, good things big and small in the class will not fall on his head, only when it comes to cleaning , When doing the dirtiest and most tiring work, everyone will think of Yang Luo.

So he didn't feel the slightest disturbance in his heart, and he thought it was pretty good.

He stood up from the bed, looked at the empty stadium outside, and said, "The whole of Sardinello is ours, we can do whatever we want, don't you realize it?"

Andy turned his head and looked out of the window boredly, then turned his head back and said, "I don't think so,"

Yang Luo looked at Nord's stadium with bright eyes. Just in the morning, there was a West Second Division game here. He never thought that he could play on a European stadium, so he has an urge now. That is to rush down immediately and play a game happily.

"Go." Yang Luo sat on the bed and put on his sneakers again.

Andy put down his phone, looked at Yang Luo in confusion, "Where are you going?"

"Of course it's football. After speaking, Yang Luo picked up the football next to the bed and rushed out of the room quickly.

On the court in the afternoon, the lawn was moistened by the sun and was a little hot, but when stepping on this soft court, Yang Luo didn't feel the scorching heat on his skin at all.

He closed his eyes, and the image of the fierce game in the morning emerged, imagining that he was wearing a Racing Santander jersey, rampaging in the opponent's penalty area, and finally completed that hearty shot, and it felt so good.

Thinking of this, Yang Luo opened his eyes, threw the ball in his hand forward, and yanked it up with all his strength.

"Go to hell"

With a kick of "kuang", the ball flew straight into the sky, and soon disappeared into the sky.

This kick is Yang Luo's way of venting his emotions in the past few days. He longs for happiness, for everyone's approval, and for a stage where he can really show himself.

Therefore, he exhausted all his strength in this kick.

Andy behind him ran over, raised his head, and put his hands on his browbones to block the glare of the sun. When he could no longer see the shadow of the ball, he showed surprise on his face: "Wow, Yang Luo, this kick is too big. Great, how did you do it?"

The backlog of emotions in the past few days is far more than just this foot.

When the ball hit the ground and bounced up again, without further ado, Yang Luo took another kick. This kick was aimed at the goal.

At 50 meters in the midfield, at this distance, Yang Luo concentrated his mind and concentrated all the remaining strength of his body on this kick. With a "bang", the ball flew out like a cannonball, and finally It hit the net accurately.

"YES" Yang Luo saw the ball go in and shouted loudly, waving his fist heavily.

Andy on the side looked surprised, as if he didn't believe what happened in front of him.

"How did you do Yang's kick just now?" Andy was very surprised, he couldn't calm down his mood anymore.

Yang Luo put away his excitement, turned around, and said very calmly: "Naturally, it's just a kick." After speaking, he ran towards the goal.

Seeing Yang Luo's downplaying expression, Andy was so surprised that he couldn't speak. This is the best shot he has seen since he joined Santander for a year. I believe that even Kone has not achieved this goal. , even on the stage of the entire West Second Division, this kick is rare.

At this moment, Andy seemed to have a new understanding of Yang Luo.

Throughout the afternoon, there were only Yang Luo and Andy in the Sardineiro Stadium, and even the security personnel here were invited to the bar, so Yang Luo didn't have the slightest scruples, and completely regarded this place as a stage for his own presentation.

Penalty kicks, ball jumping, jogging, and [-]-meter sprints, Yang Luo did all the usual training items in one go. Although the sweat kept dripping on the hot lawn and then turned into water vapor, Yang Luo didn't feel it at all. Tired, he wants to squeeze out all his strength to release his dissatisfaction.

"Andy" Yang Luo shouted at Andy who was sitting on the sidelines after finishing the last group of [-]-meter sprints.

After Andy accompanied Yang Luo to finish all the projects, he was so tired that he just sat on the ground.

Seeing Yang Luo's excited face, he shouted with difficulty: "What?"

"Come on, pass the ball to me." After Yang Luo finished speaking, he passed the ball to Andy.

Seeing the ball rolling over, Andy was speechless, "God, can you let me rest for a while, I'm almost exhausted."

"No." Yang Luo hurried to Andy and pulled him up.

Now Andy and Yang Luo are two extremes. Since Andy joined the team, he has never done so many training programs. After this set, he is exhausted. But Yang Luo is different. When the body is about to be drained, the rewards for completing the task will be replenished in the body.

That's why Yang Luo has the spirit he has now.

Andy had no choice. After being pulled up by Yang Luo, he started passing practice again. During the dungeon mission, Yang Luo realized that he was not very proficient in passing the ball. He passed the ball to Ling Feng several times. Because of improper passing, he will lose the opportunity to attack, so he hopes to master the skill of passing.

"Boom" Yang Luo touched the ball and shot it out.

Andy himself was exhausted enough, his legs felt like they were filled with lead. Yang Luo's pass was too powerful, and he flew directly outside the court, almost driving Andy to death.

"Yang Luo, you want to kill me, why are you so powerful!" Andy shouted complainingly.

Seeing the ball rolling far away, Yang Luo was also a little embarrassed, and hurried over to pick it up by himself, and waved his hands apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't grasp the strength of this pass."

Andy shook his head, pointed to the position of his arch and said: "Within 20 meters, you can use this to pass the ball, then it won't be too big, try it."

Yang Luo nodded, picked up the ball and put it under his feet, and pushed it out with the arch of his foot as Andy said.

Although the strength was still a bit strong, it was much better than the force just now, and Andy caught the ball directly.

"Yes, that's it, come again." Seeing that Yang Luo had improved a lot after his own guidance, Andy immediately got excited and cooperated with Yang Luo.

Andy joined the team for a year. Although his job is only to pick up the ball, his basic skills are still good, so he is more than enough to guide Yang Luo. Under Andy's guidance and correction that night, Yang Luo's passing has improved a lot .

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the two of them were already exhausted, lying on the ground with only the strength left to breathe.

"Yang Luo, are you still practicing?" Andy was so weak that he could barely speak, but managed to utter a few words.

Yang Luo lay on the ground, looked at Andy sideways, and smiled, "Tomorrow, continue tomorrow."

When Andy heard this, he nodded quickly and grinned like a child.

(End of this chapter)