Football: The National Football Team Mistaken Me, And I Went To Barcelona To Become The King Of The

[Shooting: 80! 】

Even at the moment when the skills of the king of the restricted area have expired.

The shooting attribute of 80 is enough for Ye Lingfeng to handle a one-handed ball!

What's more, he was facing a young goalkeeper who was just fledgling!

"boom!"

Ye Lingfeng swung his leg, and his calf quickly swung back!

The outer instep pumps under the football!

The huge force immediately set off a large piece of gravel and grass clippings!

Football rises from the ground!

Shoot towards the gate guarded by Luca Zidane!

His choice is the upper right corner of the goal!

"God bless!"

Zidane and Sacristan on the sidelines silently recited at the same time!

The state of mind is completely different!

In front of the goal.

Luca Zidane leaps high over the goal line!

Fly into the air and save!

Although as a goalkeeper, his height of 183 limits his development.

But he has always been known for his responsiveness.

Just like Casillas who has the same disadvantage in height!

However, the goddess of fate once again snubbed him

Ye Lingfeng's shot pierced through his city gate mercilessly again!

This time the shot was not blessed by the king of the penalty area.

The angle is not that tricky.

But it's still a high-quality shot!

After all, Ye Lingfeng is not a striker who can do nothing without the system!

Before he won the golden finger, he was the bronze boot winner of La Masia U17!

Luka tried his best to stretch his body in the air...

But with football, there is still a slight difference!

For the goalkeeper.

A millisecond is Tianya's eternal separation!

欻!

The sound of hitting the net sounded!

"Goal scored again! Thank you so much! He bombed Real Madrid's penalty area! It's a nuclear warhead!"

"I'm about to become his fan! The No. 99 center forward of the Barcelona B team! His name is Ye!"

"At the Di Stefano Stadium, Barcelona achieved a go-ahead score! It's crazy!"

"Luka, I don't blame you! After all, you are only seventeen years old! When your father was this age, he was still playing in the youth team of Ligue 2!"

...

Northwest corner of the field.

The Spanish commentary was delighted!

And the Real Madrid fans in the stands above his head had dull eyes at this moment!

After a while, this emotion turned into anger again!

They were overtaken in the Clasico...

The score came to 1-2!

This is the Di Stefano Stadium!

A stadium full of legends!

They have a blood feud with Barcelona...

It is the sworn enemy!

How can they allow this to happen?

This is a great shame!

"Zidane! We respect you! But please look what your son is doing? He has conceded two goals in a row!"

"It's time for Megas to play goalkeeper! Luka is too tender!"

"Castia shouldn't have such a relationship!"

...

"Ye! You are a fucking pervert!"

on the pitch.

Traore rushed forward cheering.

Run wildly towards Ye Lingfeng!

As for Ye Lingfeng?

As the hero who scored twice in the national derby.

He is equally excited!

Facing the auditorium is a passionate kneeling!

There were three deep scratches on the turf behind him!

"You are much better than Donggu! Listen to me, and ask Mr. Sack for the No. 9 jersey after the game!"

Traore hugged Ye Lingfeng's shoulders passionately, "Only you are worthy of number nine!"

"Number nine?"

The corner of Ye Lingfeng's mouth twitched.

This represents the number of Zhengyin Center!

He will naturally wear it on his body sooner or later!

"I found a treasure! My God!"

On the sidelines, Sakristan made a sign of the cross on his chest.

Fingers up!

The eyes are extremely devout!

"Stay him in the Barcelona B team for one year! We will win the second division championship!"

The assistant coach also came over with a look of excitement.

"Stay in the Barcelona B team? One year?"

Sacristan smiled self-deprecatingly, "Mr. Louis Enrique is sitting in the box above our heads! You should know that Barcelona's first team also lacks a center forward!"

"We can't keep him for a year at all!"

...

"Boss, we need a center like this!"

as predicted.

In the stadium box, Cesc Fabregas jumped up from his seat and looked down at the window!

"He can do too many things! Not only can he score goals by himself, but he can also act as a fulcrum in the frontcourt! I have played against Fabinho! His physical fitness is very good!"

"But you also saw that he couldn't get any cheap in front of that little guy!"

Enrique sighed quietly: "Maybe you are right..."

"I saw the shadows of Kluivert, Zlatan Ibrahimovic and Thierry Henry from him!"

These are all top high center forwards who have played for Barcelona!

Once upon a time, it was the pride of Barcelona!

Wenger on the side narrowed his eyes: "Perhaps, allow me to say a few words?"

After the words fell, Fabregas quickly turned around and stopped Wenger: "No, Mr. Arsene! You can't poach him like you poached me before!"

"He could very well be our Barcelona future!"

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【Ding! Congratulations to the host for scoring two goals! Mission content 1 has been completed! 】

[Sub-task: Battle of Focus! Current degree of completion: 1/2! 】

[Rewards: Gold Treasure Chest*1, Silver Treasure Chest*1, Bronze Treasure Chest*2! 】

[Rewards will be distributed after the game ends! 】

...

In my mind, the system's prompt sounded!

Ye Lingfeng nodded in satisfaction.

Another golden treasure chest has arrived!

It means that after the game is over, he will get a brand new template again!

U17 brass boots from La Masia.

To the hero who gallops in the national derby of the second division!

In addition to the powerful skills attributed to the King of the Zone.

The blessing of the two templates also provided Ye Lingfeng with extraordinary help!

him at this time.

There is still one task 2 left before this branch task is completely completed!

The task content is to win the final victory of the game!

As for the reward, it's a novelty...

'The Stadium Illustrated Book'!

Although I don't know exactly what it does.

But it's always a motivation!

"Campins, you'd better stand in the right position for the next time, don't rush in!"

On the way back to halftime.

Ye Lingfeng shrugged his shoulders and instructed his own rash central defender.

He needs this win!

But as the center of the team.

He has no time to take care of the back line!

Campins scratched his head in embarrassment: "I will pay attention..."

"Hey, this is the first appearance of our scoring hero in the West Division Two! If you dare to mess up, I will let you taste the taste of muscle collision!"

Traore also straightened his face and said seriously to Campins.

"Let's cheer up! There is still a half-time in the game!"

On the sidelines, Sakristan shouted to his disciples again.

"Don't take it lightly!"

...

The Long Kingdom live broadcast room at this time.

The fans are also talking about it!

With two goals from Ye Lingfeng.

The barrage has also become much cleaner!

-[Latin Second League... has a higher gold content than our Chinese Super League! If Ye Lingfeng was in Longguo, he would already be a top center! 】

- [Such a player, the national football team actually let go? Or in the form of expulsion? 】

-[Didn't you just beat up the national youth team leader? If I had his strength, I would even dare to fight the chairman of the Football Association! 】

- [This is a huge loss for the Dragon Kingdom football team! Shouldn't the Football Association apologize to Ye Lingfeng and ask him to come back? 】

-[Hehe, give me a sweet date after a slap? If I were Ye Lingfeng, it would be impossible to come back! 】

-[The Football Association is in a mess, and it's a pain to come back! 】

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