I'm a super striker

Chapter 129 Seems Yes
Chapter 129 Seems Yes

"That's right, Alexis Sanchez conceded the ball, Lucas got a Dirk Dirk cross and he got away from Desanayak Dana too," Eclair Hoskins said.

"Alexis Sanchez is the playmaker in this game and his performances will have a huge impact on Paris Saint-Germain's attack," McCarthy said.

Luo Tian also thinks so, but he is still trying to find the rhythm among his teammates.After all, this is not U18, and the whole team cannot cooperate with his ideas.

Due to his lack of understanding, he had to reduce passing errors, which amounted to giving the Villarreal club the opportunity to counterattack.

Zidane looked at Luo Tian on the field and felt that he was much better than at the beginning of 10 minutes.

Although he doesn't have that kind of sharp attack, direct passing like a scalpel, but in his opinion, this is the essential quality of a midfield commander, which is to control the game!

At Old Trafford, an alien Ronaldo scored a hat-trick.He was considered by many to be the star of the game, but Zidane has not gone unnoticed by more professionals.

His 100% passing success rate, 0 turnovers and 0 steals fully illustrate what a perfect midfielder is.

In Zidane's view, the midfielder can't focus on assists, and the goal is even more wrong.This is a frontline mission.

A good midfielder must first be a good commander.Have you ever seen a commander charge before every battle?

They are always behind the scenes, goals and assists are just ancillary to the process of organization and control.

"Alexis Sanchez goes back to catch a Bobokhanov Marchionne cross, picks the ball in the box..."

Just now the ball slid across the 40-meter area of ​​the Villarreal club from left to right.Bobokhanov Marchionne looked down the wing and had no chance to pass the ball back.

Rodriguez flicked the ball over Flamini's head and Senderos tried to take off without touching the ball.

"Andrei Shevchenko, chest stop, Gallas on him in the box, shot..."

Andriy Shevchenko took half a turn and was squeezed out of the baseline.He just touched the ball with his toes.The ball bounced off Gallas' legs.Clichy receives a long pass to make a clearance.

"Kristie Eriksen rejects William Adams Miller, Alexis Sanchez, beautiful. He goes down just in time to sweep the ball off William Adams Miller to Lucas..."

The rhythm is slowly entering the orbit of the Paris Saint-Germain club, and their offense is like a tide, wave after wave.

Lucas passed the ball to the defense, giving Rodriguez time to get back on his feet.The Villarreal club has a tight formation.

Rodriguez is slowly coming into a form where he used to play against the Villarreal club, but that was in the Champions League, against the Villarreal youth team.

He allowed Villarreal's small passes and slices to fail completely, as most of the ball was at the feet of the Paris Saint-Germain youth team.

It's just that he didn't completely forget himself, his opponent, winning or losing, only football.

So he stood up and kept running, running very fast. It felt like the whole green space had become a chessboard. He jumped out and became a chess player. Mountains are not mountains.

Football is just a series of flight paths!
Running to the midfielder, "mate, give me," he shouted to Armand Wittgenstein.How can you be a commander if you don't command others!
Armand Wittgenstein was stunned.He had never seen such a domineering Luo Tian.He's usually more of a humble teenager.While he shined at times on the field, he was a very peaceful, enthusiastic young man off the field.

"Christy Eriksen is blocking his transfer, Paris Saint-Germain will be back soon..."

High in the sky, you can see some chasing red spots.

"Krizmann came back, Hleb was in the corner of the box and Kristi Eriksen blocked it."

When Hleb reached the corner of the forbidden area, he stopped abruptly, shaking Kristi Erickson and Kreizmann next to him.

At this point Henry Will William was already in the box, William Adams Miller was at the top of the box and Arbeloa and Jamie Armand Wittgenstein were defending them.

"Look at Disanayake Dana..." Luo Tian shouted while running.

He went too far back and watched Disanayake Dana drive into the box with long legs, with Lucas right behind him.

Hleb slammed the ball back for a slight push over the penalty line and Dissanayake Dana strode into the penalty area.

Armand Wittgenstein quickly gave up William Adams Miller at the top of the penalty zone arc and ran frantically to the block.

But it's still too late.Dissanayake Dana shakes her thighs and hits the ball!

The ball, Duane, hits Carmo Steiner's calf and bounces into the net near the post.

No response at all!

"Goal... Al... Al, Villarreal, deadly counter-attack, Paris Saint-Germain organized too quickly," shouted Eclair Hoskins.

"One on one, both sides are back on the same starting line. The game has just lasted 13 minutes. Will it be a goal shootout?"

Luo Tian ran out of the restricted area, but stopped

Professor Aimuhan Ellison was on his feet again, but this time he shouted that an away goal is worth a lot of money.

Just this goal, the two sides returned to the same starting line, the advantage of the Paris Saint-Germain club has disappeared.

"Come on," Bobokhanov Marchionne applauded along with Armand Wittgenstein, lifting the spirits of his teammates.

Luo Tian was comforting Lucas. "Hey, Luca, it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself."

"That's my defensive zone. I wish I could run faster." When he ends up in a game like this, he made a mistake, it's not a mistake.His frustration is certain.

"Hey Luca, it's not the Champions League."

No team can't score, no team can win forever, it's important to muster the most exciting fighting spirit for the next battle.

The players of the Villarreal club celebrated wildly on the sidelines, and they walked out of the abyss again.

There was a short silence in Marrakech City, which was a blow to the players and fans alike, before it was equalized.

But in terms of mental toughness, there aren't many fans in the world that can match Paris Saint-Germain.

After a while, the hustle and bustle of the city of Marrakech rises and falls, and you'll never be alone again.

Luo Tian raised his hands in response to the stands.

There was a "snap", "snap", and after a while, the audience spontaneously clapped to his rhythm.Countless arms waving in the stands.The rhythm is unified and it is spectacular.

It is a kind of momentum, a kind of magic power, only football is in his eyes, let him fly with his own will.

Avoid all accidents!
"Beautiful," exclaimed Eclair Hosking heartily.

Luo Tian, ​​with a nice half-turn, tapped his heel and gave him William Adams Miller.

Use the easiest way!

William Adams Miller slammed on the brakes, but Luo Tian had already passed the ball, and he didn't notice his entanglement.

He hands him the ball. "Alexis Sanchez, you punish it!"

"Me?" He looked at Bobokhanov Marchionne in surprise.Armand Wittgenstein came up and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go on, you deserve it."

Benitez saw it from the sidelines and his face turned black!
Ronald saw this in front of the TV and his face was black!

"Oh? What happened? Bobokhanov Marchionne gave Alexis Sanchez a penalty that helped Alexis Sanchez win the Champions League top scorer of the year? Now Alexis Sanchez is only one goal ahead of Ronaldo. Great friendship, great legacy..."

Luo Tian hugged the ball tightly with his face and walked to the penalty spot. It was his first penalty kick in the game, but he was not nervous. If this is an end point, let him come more beautifully.

This season, they have gone through the wind, the rain, the swamp, and the dangerous peak. This is not the end of the barrenness, but a new beginning.

He puts the ball in place, takes three steps back and looks firmly at Cech, looking straight at him.

you can't reach
"Beep", the fireworks "bang", on the Mersey River, Cech gambled to the right, but as soon as he came out, he regretted it.

The ball is like a rainbow after the rain.It flies leisurely across the sky and stars.With a smile of hope and joy, it falls to the center.

"Spoon punishment, spoon punishment", like the wind, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

"Yes," he said, giving Carmo Steiner a thumbs-up, thanking him for making up for his mistake with a timely attack.

"Take your time, don't worry," Luo Tian clapped his hands and shouted.The tacit understanding in the midfield is still exposed, we can only make as few mistakes as possible.

Carmo Steiner passes the ball to Arbeloa.Luo Tian hurried to pick it up.He fakes the ball.He turned and turned to William Adams Miller who wiped the sticker.

"Duddu", pulling people foul.

Eclair Hoskins said: "William Adams Miller and Alexis Sanchez's direct dialogue has greatly enhanced his defensive ability.

"Get out, pull people's clowns", the stands were not as civilized as the UAE Stadium, and they scolded directly.

At the beginning of the game, William Adams Miller did not move much. The referee did not draw cards, but only warned him.

Luo Tian was not pestered.He puts the ball on the ground and passes it to Lucas.Then he ran forward quickly.

"Paris Saint-Germain went into the attack immediately, Lucas took the ball and passed it to Arbeloa," the two full-backs were the fulcrum of the attack.

William Adams Miller is back with Abroya.Luo Tian has already gone up.He dared not make it up to him any more.Did he make the same mistake twice?

Arbeloa pushed directly in front of Bobokhanov Marchionne.

The shout of "Captain" came from the side, Bobokhanov Marchionne reined in his left foot, turned and pushed away, and Chrissy, who was very close to him, rushed along the road on the right!

He just ran two steps and the ball was comfortable in front of him, allowing him to sprint with all his power.

He likes the feeling of running.

It's like flying.

fly.

"Oh, Senderos, a nasty foul who pushed Bobokhanov Marchionne, who was already on his feet
"Beep, beep, beep..." The referee whistled and ran away quickly.

"Aim Khan Ellison, do you want to die? This is Marrakech City, this is not a place to let you go wild," Rodriguez said, staring at Senderos, who had just gotten up.

He is short.Damn, you have to do this!

"Bald Donkey", "Garbage", "Aimu Khan Ellison", "I'll go down and shovel you to death in a while!" The stands next to it were all boiling.

"Toot..." Players from the nearby Villarreal Club and Paris Saint-Germain Club also rushed to the scene, and the linesman quickly intervened between him and Senderos to prevent possible conflicts.

The referee then ran to the scene of the incident, held up the yellow card, and waved to the players of the two teams to disperse.

He said to Luo Tian: "On the 18th, don't cause trouble and leave quickly.".

"Mr. Referee, shouldn't this vicious foul be awarded a red card?" Luo Tian asked.

The referee shook his head, gestured for a direct free kick, and said, "Don't question my scale."

Luo Tian couldn't change it, so he ran to see Bobokhanov Marchionne.Luckily, he just tripped while running at high speed, without a shovel.After two laps, he came off the front track, no big deal.

After tightening the shoes on the ground, Luo Tian looked at his heart and said, "Captain, you are so real.

A free kick is taken two meters from the corner of the penalty area.It is very difficult for anyone to shoot directly.Tian Luo and Bobokhanov Marchionne discussed this.Luo Tian came over to punish him and grabbed the header.His presence is too low.

"Free kick from Paris Saint-Germain, Alexis Sanchez penalty, we saw Skrtel and Armand Wittgenstein go up."

Luo Tian checked the restricted area.Following the referee's whistle, a "bang" on the inside of the right foot shoveled to the bottom of the ball.The ball circled an obvious arc, like a crosshair, and went straight into the penalty area.

"Skrtel, header..."

In the penalty area, Skrtel jumped high and pressed on Toure, which was a header attack.

But when he was fighting for the position just now, he and Toure were a little behind.

That's enough, the power is not enough, the angle is still somewhat positive, which was confiscated by Almunia's hand.

"Oh, by the way, Skrtel is fine, Almunia, counterattack, Villarreal's counterattack..." Eclair Hosking said loudly before he could feel sorry.

As soon as Almunia lost the ball, he passed the ball to Hleb on the edge of the midfield.Kristi Eriksen, who stayed in the backcourt, hurriedly squeezed her own space to get the ball. . . . .

Then Krizmann also hit back frantically. He waited outside the penalty area for the ball to be cleared and prepared for a second attack, but Almunia left the ball behind him. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

(End of this chapter)