The Midfield Master

Dance of the wind!

The fans in the auditorium boiled. They saw Wu Lei attacking Ramos like a gust of wind. The constant physical collisions and technical contests were the scenes they wanted to see.

Scholes, sitting in the Spaniard's coaching seat, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Lei's ability to perform tricks is undoubtedly a good thing for the Spaniards.

"Wu Lei? You deserve to be the man chosen by Huang Yifei!"

Sitting in the auditorium, Leo Messi's expression sank slightly. This dance of wind is very similar to the trick he has realized, but it is very different. You must know that Messi has broken most of the records in football. Become one of the leaders of the times, Wu Lei is just a football novice, can be praised by Messi, he is proud of himself.

Setien pondered for a moment and said: "Wu Lei's trick is also in Scholes's calculations? In this case, the Spaniard and Real Madrid will win 50-50, even if it is replaced by Ronaldo and Benzema. It is also difficult for Real Madrid to break the Spaniard’s goal in a short time."

In Setien's eyes, Scholes' tactics defeated Zidane, especially Wu Lei's dance of the wind shocked everyone.

"Scholes, you really have you."

The big bald head sitting in the Real Madrid coach took out a chocolate from his pocket. He was passive and very passive. Originally, he did not switch to Cristiano Ronaldo and Benzema to prepare for Real Madrid’s subsequent Champions League. The cooperation of Guain and Bale only needs to look for opportunities little by little to always break the Spaniard's goal.

The Spaniard's striker wanted to break the goal guarded by Cassiaris was simply wishful thinking.

Huang Yifei, who was stared at by Marcelo, was unable to play 100% of his strength. Choosing to fight with Marcelo was obviously an inferior tactic.

Wu Lei's Dance of Wind broke the deadlock.

Passed!

Passed!

The Spaniard's striker passed Ramos and faced the goalkeeper one-on-one!

Ramos hadn't reacted yet, he couldn't help but said with a wry smile: "I really underestimated him. Is the Dance of Wind? A very good trick."

"After Ramos, Wu Lei, you have become the only player waiting for me. Keep going on this road."

Huang Yifei loosened his muscles and bones and said slowly.

Half of the first half has passed, and the Spaniard has only got such a chance to attack. Real Madrid's seawater attack forced most of the players to consume a lot of physical strength.

"This goal must be scored."

Wu Lei entered the penalty area and was less than seven meters away from the goal. He raised his right foot, breathing smoothly, and feeling very comfortable on his foot. There is a 60% chance that this ball will be scored.

Boom! When everyone felt that the goal must be scored, Marcelo blocked Wu Lei's body.

Quickly patch up!

One of Marcelo's unique tricks. When Ramos and Wu Lei singled out, Marcelo discovered Wu Lei's strangeness, so he quickly returned to the penalty area to help defend.

"Wind Dance!"

Wu Lei dribbling football intends to perform another trick to pass Marcelo.

No!

Huang Yifei just wanted to remind Wu Lei, but found that everything was too late. The football was snatched by Marcelo. He said coldly: "You have used an incomplete trick to get someone, Wu Lei, you are too arrogant. Or. Say you don’t know the timing of the trick. This ball will ruin your Spaniard’s game."

Real Madrid's momentum suddenly rose!

The players are full of enthusiasm, especially in the midfield waiting for me Di Maria and Modric, they are both upset by a Coutinho.

The magic flute smoothed his flowing hair and said, "Di Maria, you come with me."

Di Maria shook his head. Although he and Modric are both Real Madrid midfielders, they are completely different types. Modric is as good at attacking as Marcelo, and Di Maria is It's a steal.

Coutinho hovered near the midfield. He looked a little helpless. He could pass the ball to Huang Yifei just now, so the probability of breaking Real Madrid's goal would be higher, but he passed the football somehow. To Wu Lei.

The Spaniard's assistant coach patted his thigh and said: "It's a pity! Wu Lei is immature and Ben is not the opponent of Ramos and Marcelo. Why did Coutinho pass the football to him? Why not give it to Huang Yifei! "

Scholes coughed and said: "Coutinho's pass to Wu Lei is the correct answer. At that time, Huang Yifei was watched closely by Marcelo and another defender, and he couldn't get out of his body to catch the ball, even if he lost his horse. Selo, Ramos who came to fill up his seat will also break Huang Yifei's dribbling. It is not worth mentioning that Huang Yifei's physical strength was wasted in vain."

Magic Flute reached out his hand to signal to Marcelo. Marcelo nodded. He made a long pass to send the ball back to Bell and Higuain again, but a pair of obtrusive sneakers drifted past Marcelo's sight. .

Those are Wu Lei's sneakers!

Wu Lei quickly got up and grabbed the football at his feet again.

He has only one purpose in his eyes at this time, scoring goals! Pass Marcelo and help the Spaniard defeat Real Madrid.

"Hahahahaha! Funny kid, it's the first time I have seen a kid like you in so many years. After being snatched, he didn't cry but came to trouble me."

Marcelo showed a serious expression, his shoulders relaxed, and he followed Wu Lei's movements little by little, and he would be cut off if there was any discrepancy.

"You got Fooled!"

Wu Lei kicked the football with his right foot, and a header ferry pushed the football to the left.

The football shook Marcelo's scalp.

"Without anyone cooperating with you, what can you do? Huang Yifei is still in midfield..."

"Marcelo! Be careful!"

Before Ramos had finished speaking, Marcelo's eyes changed from indifferent to surprise. Huang Yifei was standing where the ball had landed and made a shot.

The right foot and left foot crossed each other, the whole body twisted together, and then the right foot ignited a raging flame, as if a majestic dragon was born from the flame.

"My second Olympic! This is crazy too!"

Scholes stood up, Zidane also stood up, almost all the players who were the same age as Huang Yifei stood up.

Huang Yifei's famous shooting trick is no weaker than that of a tiger-style shooting!

Feeling the baking of the flames, Casillas licked his lips, his hands flashed with golden light, and a golden steed appeared behind him.

The teeth of Real Madrid!

A fire dragon roared from Huang Yifei's right foot and went straight to Casillas' goal.

"That's a flame tornado!"