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

"This is the real Asian genius..."

the stands.

Kanna Hashimoto stared blankly at Ye Lingfeng walking on the court!

There is a streamer in the eyes!

The members of the girl group around her were all stunned at the moment!

"Huannai, I think I've empathized with someone else..."

Hashimoto Kanna rolled her beautiful eyes: "Didn't you just say that Kubo Jianying was your first love when you came here?"

The girl smiled awkwardly: "I can't help it, I only like strong men! Not...'geniuses' who can only sit on the bench!"

As for the so-called 'Asian genius'

Sitting on the bench behind Sakristan at the moment!

Shocked and annoyed!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! This world is crazy!"

Kubo Kenhide was shocked!

If we talk about the training match a few days ago, it only slightly dampened his self-confidence.

Then Ye Lingfeng's performance today completely shattered his remaining illusions!

The experience of La Masia in the past three years has allowed him to taste all the praises!

But at this time, Kubo Kenhide suddenly found out!

The gap between myself and Ye Lingfeng is so huge!

at the very least.

Those few confrontations with Real Madrid defenders were not something he could do!

Not to mention scoring goals in that kind of confrontation!

The halo of "Eastern Messi".

Seems to be collapsing quietly...

"At least keep him in the Barcelona B team for a while! One more day is blood money! He is our treasure!"

In front of the bench.

The voice of Sakristan and the assistant coach discussing Ye Lingfeng was faintly heard.

The assistant coach suddenly thought of something: "Now there is a problem! There are only two non-European places in the Second Division! But let's count Ye, there are three non-European players!"

La Liga allows a team to have three non-European players!

As for the second division, only two are allowed!

Sacristan rolled his eyes angrily: "Did you forget? Ye also has Spanish nationality! He is not a non-European player!"

"Let's talk about it! If the little guy from Sakura Country is demoted to the echelon again, won't he not exceed the quota!"

Listen to what they have to say.

Kubo Kenhide's face turned green on the bench, and he was hit hard again...

 …

The locker room at halftime.

"Mr. Qi Dan, your youngest son seems to be emotionally unstable... Do you want to replace Megas in the second half?"

At the door of the locker room, the assistant coach asked in a low voice.

Zidane sighed: "No, Luca is capable of serving as Castilla's team! This kind of setback is what he should go through!"

Immediately afterwards, the famous Real Madrid star turned and pushed open the door of the locker room.

Standing at the door, looking around at the players in the locker room.

At this time, the Castilian players are a little sluggish!

Especially the central defender duo on the back line!

"Fabio, pay attention to your actions in the second half, don't take any more cards!"

"Also... If we can't defend their No. 99, we will find a breakthrough from the offense! Their defense is not very good!"

"Jesse! You have to provoke the banner of attack! Morata! Play with your brain!"

The voice fell, and the Castilla players responded one after another.

Morata spread his hands helplessly, and looked at Hesse beside him.

"Is the head coach implying that I should use more headers instead of shooting with my feet?"

Hesse laughed angrily: "It's good that you have this awareness!"

 …

Fifteen minutes flew by!

Players from both sides walked out of the player tunnel again.

Back on the pitch!

After the change of sides, the Castilla player came to the half where Barcelona B team had been in the first half.

"What the hell are these three scratches? Is that guy a monster?"

Yi Sike looked at the turf where Ye Lingfeng slid and knelt, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Even Fabinho's big man can't withstand his shock! This guy is indeed a pervert."

Vazquez sighed.

"Yi Sico! We need to cheer up in the second half! This is at the Di Stefano Stadium! Once we lose at home, we can't bear the anger of the fans!"

"What's more, this is the national derby! The media after the game will mock us!"

Hesse exhorted with a straight face.

Yi Siko nodded: "In the second half, use offense to completely disintegrate them!"

...

"Beep!"

The referee checked the time and sounded a whistle!

The second half of the game officially begins!

A wave of cheers and shouts erupted from the stands again!

The national derby of the La Liga is starting again!

"Boom!"

In the second half, the away team Barcelona B kicked off first!

After Ye Lingfeng took the ball in the middle circle, it was handed over to Yiliye behind him.

The latter observes slightly and continues to pass back!

The decision made by the Barcelona B team in the second half was to use pass control to control the rhythm first!

But what followed was Castilla's fierce counter-robbery!

"As soon as the second half came up, the field was full of gunpowder!"

"The lagging Real Madrid Castilla seems to have a certain determination! They want to defend the dignity of the home court!"

"Jesse Rodriguez did his part and rushed to the front!"

"He is the No. 10 core of Castilla and the future of Real Madrid!"

on the pitch.

Facing the crazy pressing of Castilla.

The teenagers of the Barcelona B team seemed a little cramped!

The pass-and-control style of play is theoretically not afraid of high-position press!

But the premise is that the players in the pass and control system have high-level ball-handling skills!

Just like Barcelona's Xavi, Iniesta...

Even in the face of Simeone's Atletico Madrid, who is extremely good at high-pressure pressing!

You can also control the situation near the midfield with ease!

But this is for the boys of the Barcelona B team at this time.

Not even close!

Castile's front line is fully deployed!

As the core of the offense, Jesse also acts as an engineer, constantly looking for opportunities to steal the ball!

"Don't stick to the ball! Take the ball with one kick! If the space is compressed, transfer it properly!"

On the sidelines, Sakristan roared.

Castilla's sense of oppression in the second half made him feel uneasy!

Fifty-seventh minute.

Less than twenty minutes after the start of the second half.

After the ball has been changed several times.

A pass from Barcelona's midfield, Gentilia's slightly hesitant pass was once again cut off by Cheryshev and Yi Siko!

Steal the ball in the frontcourt!

Castilla's frontcourt counterattack!

"Go sideways! Hit their restricted area!"

Zidane also changed his routine and shouted from the sidelines.

Although he has a soft spot for Ye Lingfeng, as the coach of Castilla, he certainly doesn't want the team to lose the derby!

And the instruction he conveyed to the players at this time is to tear the side of Barcelona B team!

Then find the high point in the restricted area!

Their high point is naturally Morata!

In the penalty area, the two short Barcelona defenders could not threaten his 'air supremacy' at all!

Wing Vazquez received orders!

Break out amazing speed on the wing!

He is capable of playing all positions on the wing, and what he is best at is straight-line acceleration!

The combination of human and ball is extremely efficient!

On the same side, Barcelona B team full-back Hust followed closely behind him.

But there is always about half a body distance from Vazquez!

"Big man! Get in!"

In the middle, Jesse yelled at Morata.

And Morata lived up to expectations, relying on the two Barcelona B team central defenders, Campins and Sergi.

Squeezed into the restricted area!

Campins finally did not lose his position this time.

But it still has little effect!

-[Real Madrid's counterattack is really fast! Even the second-tier team is so awesome! 】

-[Barcelona's second-tier team's pass control looks a little watery! These players can't hold the ball at all! 】

-【Very normal! Do you think players like Iniesta and Harvey are easy to train? 】

-【This goal is going to be scored! But Morata is in the penalty area, and I'm a little bit uncertain! 】

-[You can trust Morata's header! 】

...

on the pitch.

Vazquez ran from the wing!

A good counterattack often benefits from the midfielder's pressing and sending the ball, and the forward player getting rid of running in time!

In the end, it is the core shooter's final word!

These Real Madrid teenagers did almost perfect in the first two steps!

"God bless!"

From the position on the wing, Vazquez saw the right time and made a cross!

Accurately find Morata in the penalty area!

The full-back Hust next to him made a sliding shovel, but it still didn't stop the implementation of this biography!

A precise cross is not difficult for Vazquez, who is about to enter the first team!

What's more, Morata is too conspicuous in the penalty area!

A head gap higher than the guard next to him!

Near the restricted area.

"Watch out for their number ten!"

Ye Lingfeng, who was near the center line, subconsciously roared at the backcourt!

From his perspective, Jesse has quietly bypassed the defense.

Drilled to the edge of the restricted area!

But no one seems to notice!

After all, all the attention of Barcelona's defense at this time is on Morata!

"Hey!"

At the same moment, Morata jumped up in the penalty area!

Eighty-five kilograms of body did not give him much jumping ability.

But fortunately, the advantage of net height is big enough!

The moment Morata jumped up, the football just landed on his forehead!

Head shake!

The football is headed towards the goal!

This is a good quality header!

"Oh~~~!"

Real Madrid fans almost have to celebrate early!

door line.

Barça B team goalkeeper Banius leaps into the air!

Between electric light and flint.

He managed to touch the ball with the edge of his fingertips!

Block it out of goal range!

However, the next second.

A little Kuailing figure appeared under the football's landing point.

Take a kick.

One click into the network!

Jesse Rodriguez!

Real Madrid Castilla's core No. 10!

"Oh ho ho ho! Real Madrid equalized the score! The goal is still the'new Ronaldo' Jesse Rodriguez!"

"He and Ye both scored twice! This is the national derby! This scene seems familiar! I seem to have seen the tit-for-tat between Cristiano and Messi in the La Liga national derby!"

"This is the battle between No. 10 of Castilla and No. 99 of Barcelona B team! A wonderful match!"

...

"Good job this time, big fool!"

Jesse jumped up and jumped onto Morata's back again!

Real Madrid fans also fell into the joy after scoring a goal at the moment!

Although it was just an equalizer.

But they, who have the home court advantage, will not let go of any chance to shout for the home team!

"How is Morata doing this time?"

In the stadium box, Ancelotti raised his eyebrows proudly and looked at Lopetegui beside him.

Lopetegui shrugged: "I still like Ye better! He is the perfect center I dream of!"

...

"Our defense line is a bit serious!"

Near the center line, Traore curled his lips with a helpless expression.

The rest of the Barcelona B team players were also a little chagrined.

Slightly dejected, he walked back to halftime.

Ye Lingfeng took a deep breath.

He also didn't expect that this game would fall into such a stalemate!

Take the lead, equalize, overtake.

Get equalized again!

But one thing is certain.

Here comes a new challenge...

After the score was equalized.

If you want to win the game, you must score at least one more goal!

Football is like that.

Never trust the scoreboard until the final whistle!

"Hey, cheer up! We were just tied away! The pressure is still on them!"

Ye Lingfeng slapped his hands and hovered near the midfield.

He has been a human being for two lives, and his mind is much more mature than his peers!

Also know how to play the role of atmosphere adjuster in the game at the right time!

"Kintilia, didn't you hear what Ye said? Don't be dejected anymore!"

Traore was dissatisfied with his midfielder.

The players walked slowly to the half court.

Ye Lingfeng looked around at the different expressions of his teammates behind him.

have to say.

This Barcelona B team is really missing some flavor!

Missing a spiritual leader!

Even in the second league.

As the second team of the super giants Barcelona in La Liga.

The team should also have a ruthless character like Carles Puyol!

Appear as the backbone of the team!

The lineup also presents a top-heavy problem.

The striker is good, but the defense is a bit embarrassing!

Perhaps, this is the direct consequence of the decline in the output quality of the La Masia youth training camp in recent years!

But, it's not all bad...

At least, this is one of the few trials that I can experience before being mentioned in the first team in the future!

"Cheer up! There are still the last thirty minutes!"

Ye Lingfeng comforted his teammates.

Whether it is to get all the rewards of the side missions.

Or simply want to win this national derby!

He is desperate to score again!

He wants to win the game!

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