Football: God-level striker, all teammates lie down

"This sound is too awesome!" David Silva hugged Zhao Yi, and his mind became clearer.

Talking to Zhao Yi, he looked at the shirtless middle-aged fan in the stands holding the charge horn.

"Etihad should have this sound." De Bruyne was on the side, a little out of breath.

He did nothing, listened to the horn, and ran all the way from the midfield to the front court.

He felt that he had never had this kind of strength before.

When this sound sounded, he got goose bumps all over his body, and couldn't help but run wildly.

"It's a good idea." Aguero kept nodding in agreement.

The Kashima Antlers players who were completely confused by the kick lowered their heads one by one, not daring to look at the audience or the head coach.

The fans who supported Kashima Antlers in the stands had already covered their faces and cried.

They thought that Kashima Antlers might not be able to beat Manchester City.

But they didn't expect to lose like this.

In half an hour, they were filled with five.

And it was scored by one person.

Six minutes, four goals.

If he scores another goal in the next three minutes, he will break the football miracle.

Lewandowski scored five goals in nine minutes. We won’t let this guy break this record here today, will we? ?

"Zhao Yi is very excited, the problem is serious!" The local commentator felt that something was wrong.

They all knew that Zhao Yi was killing it in the Premier League, but after scoring two goals, he basically didn't celebrate.

If he scored more, he would just raise his hands and celebrate a little.

He scored five goals today and was still so excited.

This state is too different.

This is treating Kashima Antlers as Real Madrid and Barcelona.

Kashima Antlers will be slaughtered in their home court.

When Kashima Antlers kicked off again, Manchester City's frontcourt players were still excited enough, and their eyes were all green.

They pressed hard.

This is also abnormal.

Usually Manchester City will take the initiative to slow down the rhythm after scoring three or two goals.

Today, they still tried very hard to fight for the ball.

It's still 30 minutes, do they really have to keep going?

Guardiola on the sidelines did not interfere with the players singing folk songs. He just stood there and kept watching the players' running positions.

"The state of Manchester City players today is very different... I don't know what happened specifically. Kashima Antlers...

Endo Yasushi, don't you want to clear the ball?

At this time, don't you kick it out and counterattack?

Still obsessed with controlling the ball...

Very confident, it's a good thing, what if it's intercepted?"

"Manchester City's rhythm is very fast, the front player... David Silva!

I didn't grab it... Endo Yasushi turned around and passed the ball!"

Endo Yasushi passed the ball to Ogasawara Mitsuo, Ogasawara Mitsuo wanted to move forward, but unfortunately he was surrounded and could only pass back.

Nishi Ogo immediately passed the ball to Yamamoto Shuto.

Aguero quickly followed, Yamamoto Shuto turned around to protect the ball and passed it to Kushibiki Masatoshi.

Masatoshi Kushihiki was facing the front court, and his vision was wider than that of Shuto Yamamoto, who was facing away from the goal.

As soon as Masatoshi Kushihiki received the ball, Sterling rushed over from the right.

He stretched out his legs and jumped up.

Masatoshi Kushihiki had good footwork, and he shook off Sterling with a flick of the ball.

"Ouch! Don't play with fire... kick it!"

Masatoshi Kushihiki kicked it!

The football flew out.

De Bruyne in the middle jumped up with his back to the goal, shrinking his body, afraid that he would be hit by the ball.

The more you fear something, the more it will come.

The football had great power, but unfortunately it was not high enough, and it hit De Bruyne's shoulder heavily.

It bounced back.

In an instant, Bruno and Zhao Yi ran towards the football at the same time.

"Oh, oh, oh... It's broken, broken, broken... How could such a ball be kicked out?"

Amid the commentator's frightened shouts, Bruno rushed forward fiercely, ready to kick the ball out of the baseline.

Zhiying Zhengmin on the goal line knew that he had made a big mistake and stared nervously at the front.

He didn't dare to leave the goal easily.

Zhao Yi stretched out his long legs and stepped on the side of the football.

Then he moved his center of gravity forward, ready to knock Bruno away.

Bruno kicked Zhao Yi's leg!

Bang!

After kicking, Zhao Yi swayed a little, and his body moved forward, completely pushing Bruno away.

When Bruno saw Zhao Yi stretching his legs, he had reduced his strength, fearing that he would be awarded a penalty.

But when he kicked, Zhao Yi actually knocked him away as if nothing had happened.

Bruno, a foreign aid, felt like he had encountered a monster!

Bruno's center of gravity changed and he fell directly into the penalty area.

"It's a collision! Referee! It's a collision!!

Is the referee blind today??

Why?? He won't blow the whistle??"

Zhao Yi slightly adjusted his steps and faced Zhiying Zhengmin alone.

Yamamoto Shuto immediately rushed out from the side and flew to block.

Zhao Yi dribbled the ball with his left foot and moved one step to the right.

Yamamoto Shuto was completely shaken away.

Facing the goal, Zhao Yi swung his right leg and kicked violently.

The football rushed heavily to the upper right corner of the goal.

Kushibiki Masatoshi rushed over helplessly and could only watch the football enter the goal.

There was no way at all.

In an instant, Yamamoto Shuto in the penalty area knelt directly on the ground, covered his face and lay on the grass.

Cried.

Nishidawu and Ueda Naoto, two defenders, sat on the ground helplessly, lowered their heads and covered their eyes.

At this time, there was no one standing in the entire Kashima Antlers. They either squatted down, sat on the ground, or lay flat on the grass.

"Another goal... Oh my God... Oh my God... Five goals in eight minutes..." The commentator looked at the screen with a crying voice.

I felt like I had no strength left in my body.

All his energy was drained out, and he muttered like a walking corpse.

Masatada Ishii, the head coach of Kashima Antlers, had his legs softened and knelt on the sidelines.

In the stands of Yokohama International Stadium, besides the crazy screams, there were also desperate sighs and cries.

Those beautifully dressed Yokohama girls were already crying with their mouths wide open.

Sprinting all the way, Zhao Yi, who did a few somersaults out of the court, jumped onto the fence with a somersault.

On the stands, there was heaven and hell.

Inside the court, there was ice and fire.

"Go!"

"King Zhao, score another one!"

"Ahahaha...score ten more!"

Excited Zhao Yi waved hard at the fans in the stands, and he turned to look at the crying, numb fans.

The curses were gone.

Just when he was feeling refreshed, he saw a middle-aged male fan wearing an ordinary shirt among the local fans. He was carrying a shoulder bag and was not tall, but because other fans were unable to sit on the seats, he was the only one who stood there stubbornly, so he was a little conspicuous.

Because he didn't care about his appearance, his hair hadn't been cut for a long time and was a little long.

He was an ordinary person who would not be looked at by others in the crowd.

But now he was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

He had a blank expression on his face, and there was no light in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Yi.

But it was this look without spirit that made Zhao Yi, who was full of vigor and vitality, shiver.

Zhao Yi has been very successful in the Premier League in recent years and has become the contemporary king of football in the eyes of many people.

He was in the limelight, confident and flamboyant, and felt invincible.

He had never been afraid before, but now he felt fear.

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes twice.

It's bad, I met Tongtiandai.

Zhao Yi, the football king who has defeated European giants, still cannot be high-profile in front of the real shooting king in Asia.