genius creator

Chapter 182
In the locker room, the players are nervously changing their jerseys, while Yang Luo and Andy are sitting on the side awkwardly. The two of them don't have their own numbers in the team yet, so they can only watch everyone doing their own things. They could only look enviously on their faces.

The head coach Portugal came in from the door, holding a document on his mobile phone, looked at the players in the locker room, and said, "Boys, this game is like our training, show your due strength Just do it."

Racing Santander's relegation is certain, so there is no need to fight too hard in the next game, but you must show your due strength. This is the principle of Portugal.

Everyone nodded after listening to Portugal's words. Generally, at the end of the season, each team also focuses on training. Some veteran players are familiar with it, so everyone has no burden in their hearts.

After Portugal glanced at everyone present, he deliberately glanced at Yang Luo and Kone.

Yang Luo looked enviously at his teammates who were changing clothes, while Ke Nei sat there after changing his clothes, looking at himself with some expectation on his face.

Yesterday, Portugal ordered Kone to suspend all the next few games, but Kone still hoped that Portugal would give him a chance, so after changing his clothes, he looked at Portugal expectantly.

Portugal didn't look at Kone, but looked at the document in his hand and said: "We still use a 4-3-3 lineup for this game. Let me talk about the list for this game. Goalkeeper Mali Oh, the two central defenders are Cruz and Sauer, the left back is Fernandez, the right back is Owara, the midfielders are Arun Sana and Andrew." After reading this, several players below have already started doing warm-up exercises Well, the names that Portugal read were the main players in the previous games, so everyone didn't want to waste time, but the names that Portugal read next made the white-haired Seth suddenly stunned.

According to the order, the next one to read his name must be himself. He is a regular midfielder of the team, but what Seth heard was not his name.

"Frontier, Yang Luo." Potugal read.

The players who were warming up below were taken aback, and suddenly looked at Yang Luo who was sitting on the bench.

Yang Luo still held his chin and looked at everyone enviously. When everyone looked at him, Yang Luo seemed to feel something.

"Me?" Yang Luo looked at everyone's eyes, pointed to his nose and asked in disbelief.

Andy beside him was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said excitedly: "Yes, it's you."

Yang Luo was a little surprised that he started the game! ! !
Seth was a little surprised standing there, Yang Luo kicked the front midfielder, so what should I do.

"Seth, you rested in the first half," Portugal continued to read the names of the strikers after finishing.

Seth was still warming up just now, standing there with a pale face, and it was the second half, Yang Luo replaced him during training yesterday, and it is still like this now, which makes Seth extremely unbalanced, but the facts will prove everything, It is impossible for Yang Luo to replace him.

Seth took a deep breath and sat down.

"Center Miguel, left winger Duran, right winger Sanz, everyone get ready and play right away." After speaking, Portugal walked out of the locker room ahead of schedule.

Kone stood there with a livid face. As expected, Portugal did not let him play, but let a substitute take his place. The feeling of unwillingness in his heart was not to mention how sad.

The team members also saw the embarrassment on Kone's face. Everyone thought Portugal was just joking, but they didn't expect that Portugal really didn't let Kone play.

Of course, everyone only saw what happened outside the stadium. As for Kone's abuse of Portugal, everyone didn't know at all.

Kone's face is full of embarrassment, but he also understands that yesterday was his most unlucky day, and he was also hit when he scolded Portugal at the end, so he is now desperate to play. It seems that this season he There is no ball to play.

Pires handed the jersey to Yang Luo. Yang Luo was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to have his own clothes. "You wear the No. 23 jersey first," Pires said.

Yang Luo nodded, took the jersey and put it on quickly, but Yang Luo didn't even have time to look in the mirror before being called to assemble.

This was Yang Luo's first formal professional competition, and he started to feel nervous, but he immediately felt a rush of excitement. This was his first European show, so he must perform well and not lose face to the Chinese.

In the player tunnel, personnel from both teams are preparing to go on stage.

Dulan approached Yang Luo and whispered, "There are two people on the opposite side that you need to pay attention to. One is Donggu in the front right, and the other is Sandro in the front left."

Yang Luo nodded. Andy had mentioned these two names to himself before the game, saying that he was the head star of this team, and Dulan also reminded himself that these two people must not be simple.

Donggu is a black man. He is about the same height as Yang Luo, but his body is obviously stronger than Yang Luo. His black skin gives people an obvious impact, which should be similar to that of Ke Nei. A set of data suddenly appeared on his head.

Height: 173
Age: 18
Offense: 73
Stamina: 25
Speed: 25
Power: 21
Skills: 70
Rating: 75
Seeing this, Yang Luo was taken aback for a moment, the system actually displayed Donggu's data directly, Yang Luo glanced at it, good guy, his attack power is higher than Ling Feng, and his speed and physical strength are very good, especially The opponent is only 18 years old, what a powerful guy.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Luo's gaze was placed on Sandro's, and a set of data was also quickly displayed on the top of the other's head.

Height: 175
Age: 18
Offense: 72
Stamina: 20
Speed: 20
Skills: 80
Rating: 77
Yang Luo glanced at it, Sandro's comprehensive score was even higher than Donggu's, and the opponent's game skills reached 80, Yang Luo immediately looked at his own data, the system was optimized some time ago, and Yang Luo's data also appeared I have improved my game skills, but not high, only 30, looking back now, it has risen to 50.
It seems that the effect of systematic training is still very significant, but compared with Sandro, there is still a big gap.

After Yang Luo looked at each other carefully, he withdrew his gaze, no matter what, just kick it well.

In fact, when Yang Luo was looking at the other party, the other party was also looking at Yang Luo. A few days ago, the whole of Spain had seen this black-haired, yellow-skinned boy.

His shots were blocked one by one by boxing champion Tyson, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Yang Luo's shot was very powerful, and it could even be described as amazing.Club Santander did not announce when the Asian teenager was introduced, nor did it disclose it in front of any media.

Therefore, many players on the other side also looked at Yang Luo.

Yang Luo stood there browsing the parameters in the system, focusing on his confidence and status, and the average was 50.

According to past experience, the higher the self-confidence and state parameters, the better Yang Luo will perform. Yang Luo gradually gets himself excited. He wants to explode and perform. In this game, he must be highly recognized by Portugal .

So Yang Luo clapped his hands and shouted loudly in Spanish: "Come on Santander, come on Santander"

The Santander players in the tunnel heard Yang Luo's shout, and they were also infected one by one. Gradually, the same voice sounded in the whole tunnel, "Come on Santander, come on Santander..."

(End of this chapter)