green waist king

Chapter 446 Ericson's Fear!
After the game, Kanter approached Mo Yang directly to exchange jerseys.

On the court, many Chinese players also received requests from French players to change their jerseys.

Mbappe wanted to find Moyang for a change, but when he saw that Kanter had taken the lead, he immediately turned his target to the second target.

For Bai Lele, Mbappe was shocked today.

He always thought that his speed was the best in football today, but he didn't expect that someone who was comparable to him suddenly appeared.

The first one to concede the ball, Bai Lele's speed stunned him, especially the short-term acceleration ability, which made Mbappe faintly feel that Bai Lele seemed to be a little stronger than him.

"Hey! Want to change the jersey?" Mbappe came to Bai Lele and smiled shyly.

But Bai Lele couldn't understand French, and his face was confused. He didn't understand until Mbappe picked up the jersey and gestured.

Mo Yang, who had finished changing jerseys with Kanter, was surprised to see Bai Lele and Mbappe standing on the court chatting endlessly.

"When did you learn French when you're out of tune!"

But when I got closer and listened, there was a black line in my head, and the conversation between the two was like talking with a duck.

"Your speed is so fast! Your body is better than mine!"

"Yes! Haha! You jiajiajia fast! Good!"

"Are you in the Premier League?"

"Yes! Haha!"

"..."

"Yes! Yes! Haha!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Haha!"

No matter what Mbappe said, Bai Lele, who couldn't understand at all, said YES. The key was that he got a few sentences right.

"I yes your sister!" Mo Yang couldn't stand it any longer, this bitch was obviously teasing a turtle, he went up and kicked Bai Lele's ass.

"Hahaha..." Bai Lele turned around and patted her butt and ran away.

"Yang! You performed really well today! If you hadn't replaced us early, I feel like you would have scored our last goal!" Mbappe and Mo Yang walked off the field chatting.

"You are also great, your speed is faster than before!" Mo Yang smiled, not wanting to bring up the game again.

Mbappe was not interested in seeing Mo Yang. He felt that Mo Yang was a little uncomfortable after losing, so he left soon.

"It's a great hammer! I haven't hit it yet!" Looking at Mbappe's back, Mo Yang muttered, with a wry smile on his face.

He deliberately saved those two temporary talents for the World Cup, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't hold on to the defense.

Alas, after thinking about it, Mo Yang is no longer entangled, and he also understands that manpower is exhausted.

Football is a team sport, not something he can win with just one point.

But in general, today's game still surprised him.

At least the low-level mistakes in the world preliminaries were much less.

"Lele, do you still understand French?"

"That's right! I just learned it last year! Now French is 6 the same as English!"

"What are you talking about with that Mbappe?" Zheng Zhi asked with a curious smile.

"It's nothing! He said I was doing well, running as fast as an airplane, and said he was ashamed of himself in terms of speed!"

"Oh, the French are honest. I humbled him a little bit and praised him! Putting on airs and putting on airs! As a Chinese, I still maintain the virtue of modesty!" Bai Lele ran the train full of mouth.

Mo Yang trotted over, and when he heard Bai Lele bragging about himself, he immediately kicked him again, and everyone was amused.

They knew that this guy was talking nonsense, but they still felt very happy.

Lippi watched the players talking and laughing back to the locker room, he laughed, it seemed that he didn't have to worry about the team's emotions.

Today's game, played like this, also exceeded his expectations.

He didn't expect that Moyang could twist everyone into one rope and play his team football tactics so well!

……

Bayton Blurt All Inclusive Resort.

At this time, the Danish players who had just watched the match between France and China got together and were discussing their opponents in the second round.

That is the Chinese team!

"Christian, you have played against Yang many times in the Premier League. You should be the one who knows the Chinese Yang best among all of us. Tell us about Yang in your impression!" Danish national team coach Ag Hareid He said solemnly.

Before the match, Ag Khaled predicted that the Chinese team would lose miserably in this match. He predicted the score to the media as 5-0 or 7-0.

But now after watching the game, he just wants to find a toilet and put his head in it to be sober, thinking about what he said with the media, he panics with embarrassment.

He never thought that the Chinese team and the French team would play like this. It was so unexpected that it almost caused a huge upset.

The Chinese team, which was hailed by the media as the weakest in this World Cup, even led France twice.

Although there are reasons for the slow development of the French team, the strength of the Chinese team's defensive counterattack tactics cannot be ignored.

Especially the bear-like striker, whose terrifying speed made Ag Hared startled even thinking about it now.

As for the monster midfielder, it was even more frightening. The horrible world wave of his foot, which was like a masterpiece of God, made his heart ache faintly.

On the defensive end, he had 6 successful interceptions, 4 successful steals, and 7 successful clearances. Such horrible statistics frightened him. This monster alone resolved most of the French team's offensive.

"Yang's biggest characteristic is that he has no characteristics!"

While Hared was thinking, Eriksson spoke with a bitter smile, as if he was reluctant to mention Moyang.

"watt?!"

"watt?!"

"Are you kidding? Christian!"

Polsen and Delaney surrounded Eriksson with question marks on their faces.

Eriksson did not explain, and continued: "Yang gives me the feeling that it is magical. He seems to be omnipotent. He always has countless whimsical ideas in offense. He gives me the feeling that you will never Trying to figure out his offensive intentions."

The words fell, Eriksson's words stopped here, and he didn't want to say more.

In the Premier League, Yang, the big devil, is known to everyone, and almost presents the nightmare of midfielders of all clubs in the Premier League.

Even De Bruyne, who is so strong, was kicked a little autistic by Mo Yang.

And in this year's Champions League final, that guy singled out the dual-core pair of Modric and Kroos of Real Madrid by himself.

"Dude, are you scared?" Poulsen patted Eriksson on the shoulder, seemingly not paying attention to Eriksson's words.

Poulsen plays for Leipzig Red Bull. He has absolute confidence in his speed. He feels that he can also smash the Chinese team's defense line like Mbappe and Dembele.

"Man, Yang is not in Liverpool, and you are not in Tottenham!" Schmeichel reminded Eriksson, who was frowning.

When Eriksson heard it, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that he seemed a little too worried.

It's true that the sun is strong, but that's in Liverpool!

Eriksson recalled the scene where Moyang spent most of his time defending and couldn't concentrate on organizing the offense at all. It seemed that he was really dragged down by the team!
But before this idea had time to make Eriksson feel happy, he suddenly thought of Pogba's miserable appearance today, and suddenly that fear emerged again.

Competing with that guy is an all-round destructive blow. That devil will tear your self-confidence away bit by bit. It is a kind of torture to the soul until it destroys you!
Seeing Eriksson's ugly expression, Christensen next to him also felt a ray of fear in his heart.

Christensen thought of Mo Yang's nightmarish breakthrough in the Chelsea-Liverpool game.

And that Le, he was hit in Chelsea's defense, that speed is desperate!

(End of this chapter)