The Midfield Master

In many cases, the ability of the kicker on the field is one aspect, and the psychology and mental state of the kick is also another key factor.

If Huang Yifei had already feared and lost confidence in Juventus before the game when facing Juventus, then it must not be PSV but Juventus who advanced.

People like Cui Peng had already lost their confidence in defeating the South Korean team before the game, so the result can be imagined.

Regardless of the spiritual level or the competitive level, they are in a disadvantaged position. In this case, if your own Olympic team can win, then it is really hell.

But now the situation is different. At least Huang Yifei's arrival will inject some new elements into this team.

But football is a game for 11 people after all, Huang Yifei sighed in his heart.

This game can basically be described as the ten pits of a **** belt.

Huang Yifei and Cui Peng got into the car. Cui Peng still smiled. The brighter Cui Peng smiled, the more Huang Yifei doubted Cui Peng's true identity.

The fat man who laughs and is no different from a child in front of him is really a professional player.

"I will definitely not be able to play in the next game. Captain, you have to cheer for the next game. I will work hard off the court with you as the target and strive to be able to play in the next game."

Cui Peng had already made this conclusion before the game started, but Huang Yifei didn't have too much doubt, because looking at Cui Peng's size, he didn't look like the type with particularly strong muscles. "

"I don't know how the wheat grown in our family is going. The weather in Korea looks very cold. I don't know what the weather is like in Shandong now."

Cui Peng said to himself in the car.

Huang Yifei's look at Cui Peng couldn't help but be a little funny and warm. It's been a long time since he heard other people talk about such a grounded content. At this moment, Huang Yifei's eyes were softer when he looked at Cui Peng. Such a simple-minded person can always win the favor of others.

Since then, Cui Peng has been talking non-stop on the road, but Huang Yifei has no disgust for Cui Peng who has had so many conversations.

Cui Peng gave Huang Yifei the feeling that he was a simple, honest and funny fat man. On the way, Cui Peng's chirping made Huang Yifei a little more happy.

The car drove to the hotel soon.

And at this time on the other side of Seoul City. The decoration is also very exquisite, but it is obviously a place inferior to the place where the Olympic team lives.

A group of young guys who usually have bangs are walking down the bus one after another with a bag, and the bus is engraved with a pattern of Tai Chi.

When they came down, whether it was a boy or a girl who had been waiting for so long, they all yelled in unison.

"Ouba! Smecta!" Huang Yifei would definitely ask curiously if he were here.

"Which South Korean team is this, there are so many girls who come to follow." Most of these girls are goddess-level figures with good looks.

If you look at the Korean Tiantuan who have gotten off the bus, you will understand that the dozens of people in this line are all awe-inspiring generations. Although not everyone’s appearance can be described as handsome, the temperament of each one is indeed very good. It is a mystery.

Everyone has a confident smile, and the decent suit makes them look more handsome.

Some of them were throwing eyebrows at the girls who shouted at them, while some walked into the hotel without changing their faces.

But soon this group has already entered the hotel, which makes the female fans who have waited so long at the entrance of the hotel feel very heartbroken, just like feeling broken in love.

"I forgot to ask Obama for an autograph just now. It's because they are so handsome. I can't stand it anymore."

"Tomorrow Ouba will play, Ouba will win, I believe in Ouba's strength."

"Aren't you nonsense? Isn't it easy for Obama to win that team?" There was also a woman with bright makeup yelling loudly among the crowd, causing a burst of sings and swallows around her.

"Then let's go together tomorrow and cheer for Oppa as a cheerleader now. With our cheer Oppa will definitely be 10-0 tomorrow." A girl covered her mouth and smiled.

There were bursts of clear and consistent sound around immediately.

"These girls are really annoying." At this moment, a white-haired man walking in front of the team complained to his teammate.

"Li Tianxiu, you feel annoying, but we don't feel annoyed. If such a beautiful girl gets her hands, it would be cool. I will have a good time after the game."

Jin Zhenkui showed a wretched smile on the side. This man with a height of 1.9m and a sturdy physique, although he was only 20 years old and had established himself as the main force in the K-League low-level Jeonbuk Hyundai, he had a fatal problem with lust.

"Jin Zhenkui, if you get rid of your **** problem, I'm afraid you will already be playing in Real Madrid now."

Park Joo-young looked at Kim Jin-kyu’s pig-like appearance, and couldn't help staring in mockery.

Seeing that Park Joo-young was mocking him, Jin Jin-kyu started to talk back.

Don't say this, if I really go to Real Madrid, I am afraid I will have to sit on the bench. This sentence Jin Jin-gyu deliberately or unintentionally satirizes that although he is currently playing in Monaco in Ligue 1, most of the time he is sitting on the bench with Park Joo-young.

Jin Jin-kyu, Park Yong-joo was so angry that he was speechless by what Jin Jin-kyu said. He doesn't dare to say that you are a major player in the K-League, because most of them are playing in the K-League. If you say that, you don't know how many people here will hate you.

Why are you talking back to each other again? I really can’t do anything with you. With this kind of idle time, it’s better to think about tomorrow’s game like this. At this time, a tattoo is on his body and his hairstyle is also very cool. The man spoke.

Everyone looked over.

"Jin Zhengyou, I think you are the least qualified person to say this. I think the person who looks down on the next game is your dad." Li Tianxiu saw that it was Jin Zhengyou. Can't help but feel a little ridiculous.

For this man, only one sentence of arrogance can be used to describe. He was also the last time he made that insulting action in a cup match in China.

As a result, the whole team had to say apologize, but after that, this man seemed to have no intention of repenting at all, instead he became more arrogant.