The Midfield Master

Golden Palm!

Betis shooting!

The huge golden palm stubbornly caught the ball kicked by Fekir, the ball flipped in the golden hand, and the looming golden lightning flashed in the center of the palm.

"What?" Scholes, who was sitting on the coach's bench, couldn't help being surprised. Buffon's powerful goal-keeping tricks exceeded his expectations. The 36-year-old veteran Buffon's spirit has long been no better than that of his peak. .

Huang Yifei sat on the bench and looked forward to it. The Juventus battle with Buffon back then could be said to be evenly matched, with various tricks in an endless stream.

Buffon held the ball firmly in his hand. He shook his head and made a contemptuous look at Fekir.

"Damn it! The tactics from there are no problems, but Buffon's strength is beyond our expectations."

Fekir quickly returned to his own half and said to Sanchez Rodriguez.

Sanchez Rodriguez stared at Beckham and Cole calmly and said: "I'm afraid it's not just Buffon who has the power to perform tricks. Beckham's Moon Scimitar and Cole's Earth Bulwark are also top-notch. The trick."

"The Moon Scimitar and the Bulwark of the Earth?"

Fekir moved his right foot and said firmly, "Next time I will have the confidence to break Buffon's shot."

Sanchez Rodriguez chuckled and said, "Everyone is good at bragging. Buffon is old, and his goal-keeping trick can only be performed three or four times, and you Fekir is in his prime, and you can’t make seven or eight shots. problem."

Sanchez Rodríguez's smile gradually solidified. He seemed to have forgotten something, but he still couldn't remember it.

Where is the problem?

Sanchez Rodríguez’s eyes fell on the Spaniard’s coaching bench, Scholes’s face was surprised, the other players’ faces were shocked, and Huang Yifei and Ronaldinho’s faces were calm.

To know that this game is about whether the Spaniard can continue the important game in La Liga, Huang Yifei and Ronaldinho, two world-class forwards sitting on the bench, are enough to make people feel strange, there is a threatening shot in Fekir. After that, the expressions of the two did not change at all.

Scholes couldn't help but asked: "Huang Yifei, Buffon's golden palm can also be used several times, but in my opinion Fekir's trick can be used at least four or five times. Betis can break the door easily, right?"

"Kike of Betis must think so too. Scholes, you are old and can't keep up with our young people's brains." Huang Yifei joked: "Since they know our tactical rules, our weaknesses are exposed. It is a good thing not to be scored three goals by them in the first half. Buffon played very well, and Fekir is also a good striker. It takes several decent attacks to break Buffon's goal. "

A black-lined Scholes gave back to Huang Yifei with that kind of abandoning gaze. You are also thirty years old. Are you also worthy of being called a young man?

Scholes then thought about it and asked in a low voice: "Are you trying to bet the winner in the second half? This is too crazy."

"I can't help it. I and Ronaldinho are getting old. Although the decline in physical strength is not very serious, they are actually not as good as their younger generation. Instead of fighting them to the end in the first half, it is better to relax and take advantage of the first half. Wu Lei and Coutinho are consuming their stamina to replenish their stamina."

Scholes looked more and more ferocious. The other four were a little more disciplined when training. Huang Yifei was eclectic. He sat on a bench to sleep while others exercised physical fitness. He ran out of the field when they played training games. Buy snacks to eat.

Ronaldinho stretched his waist and said: "The coach can rest assured. We are not only Buffon, Beckham and Cole are also top defenders."

"Fekir, things have changed! You can't continue to increase your offensive force."

After Sanchez received the pass, he controlled the ball within his range.

"What? Don't increase the offensive effort? Are you confused? Sanchez Rodriguez, no matter what grievances you and I have on the court, you can't show it on the court. There are still two strikers on the Spaniard's side that have not played, if Without seizing the opportunity to score a few more goals, we, Betis, have no chance to beat them."

Fekir’s trick, Betis shooting, really shocked Sanchez Rodríguez, but as the captain of Real Betis, his vision was far longer than Fekir.

The Spaniard’s tactics are not problematic, but the selection of personnel makes him cautious.

"Sanchez, you know what a shit! Everyone speeds up the pace of pressing and passing. We must score a goal in the first half."

Fekir savagely snatched the ball from Sanchez's feet and played with the other forwards to play with the Spaniard's defender.

Wu Lei, who was standing in the half court of Real Betis, couldn't help but sigh. From the kick-off to now, he has never touched the ball in about 17 or 8 minutes.

Coutinho commanded his teammates to start the defense, avoiding being taken advantage of by other Real Betis players.

"bad!"

Sanchez Rodríguez knew that he could not stop Fekir's desire to score, and in desperation he could only play around with him. With his long pass, the ball fell at Fekir's feet again.

Still the same position, the same situation.

Goalkeeper!

Horrible!

"Come on! Fekir told me to see the power of young people."

"Betis Sniper!"

A bronze shotgun appeared behind Fekir. The shotgun was carved with ancient patterns. Each pattern had a very simple atmosphere. The ball turned into a bullet and went straight to the goal.

"It's too late to use the golden palm."

Fekir’s shot made Buffon very surprised. Betis quickly accelerated his sniper. According to Huang Yifei’s tactics, Real Betis could only score a goal in the first half. Buffon was cruel and threw out his right hand. , The whole person flew towards the right corner of the goal.

"Blood Fist!"

The second trick!

Buffon's right hand seemed to be covered with flames, and the whole person was like a demon. The moment the ball was about to cross the goal line, the flame fist appeared in front of the ball, and the fierce flame swallowed light to digest the bullet.

bump!

The ball was blocked by Buffon and landed at Beckham's feet.

"Counterattack!"

Beckham made a long pass and the ball landed at Coutinho's feet smoothly, dribbling the ball in one go!

Perhaps infected by other players, Coutinho put the threat of Bach behind his mind, and he was performing the art of football alone.

Sanchez, who quickly returned to the defense, faced Coutinho. Coutinho picked up his right foot. The ball drew an arc in the air and the ball passed!