I am the king of martial arts

Chapter 274 Beautiful Blitz

"gooooooooooooooooooooooal!"

"goooooooooooooooooooal!"

"Stone finally showed his true nature as a shooter, perfect movement, perfect shot."

"It's almost impossible for the guy to miss one-handed shots. There's nothing the keeper can do."

"0:1, Marseille is behind at home. I believe many people did not expect that the Spaniard will take the lead. This is fun. What adjustments will E. Zoe make? If Nasri and Ben Arfa continue to think about themselves With his personal performance, Marseille may have to bid farewell to the UEFA Cup in advance."

The Velodrome Stadium was terribly silent. They were a little drowsy before, but now they were awakened by Wu Sanshi's goal, but they couldn't make a sound.

Even when Wu Sanshi took the ball in the backcourt to instigate an attack just now, they didn't think there was anything wrong, and they didn't think that this attack could score a goal. Everything has changed.

When Wu Sanshi calmly sent the ball into the goal, the Marseille fans realized that this killer is really too cold!
"God,"

"Should those guys do something?"

"We're behind!"

"We were 0-1 behind."

The Marseille fans finally spoke up, but their eyes still fell on Wu Sanshi.They are no longer obsessed with Nasri's dribbling, they want to see Marseille score.

The Marseille players seemed to wake up like a dream, and finally heard the roar of E. Ruoley off the court. The coach's anger had already burned to the turf.

Beep, the game resumes.

Japanese fans and Chinese fans began to claim credit in the stands.

"Shunsuke Nakamura has a large part of the credit for this ball. How beautiful his pass was, and in the end he attracted Stone's defense from the left."

"It is no exaggeration to say that the arrival of Shunsuke Nakamura has raised the Spaniard to a higher level. Wherever this team played well before, it was Nakamura who brought the good news."

"Nakamura will soon be a playmaker for Espanyol."

"..."

The Japanese lick Shunsuke Nakamura wildly, while the Chinese fans only talk about Wu Sanshi.

"What a powerful single-handed sword."

"Everyone noticed, Wu Sanshi hasn't thrown a single knife recently."

"His single sword is really simple and neat, fast and ruthless."

"Wu Sanshi reminds me of someone."

"Who?"

"Owen."

"Michael Owen. He is also a guy who hardly throws a single knife, and Wu Sanshi is also now."

"You mean, Wu Sanshi is on the same level as Owen?"

"No, there is still a long way to go. There is still a certain gap in getting rid of the ball and speed. But in terms of running position and shooting, I don't think there is any difference."

"It's almost the same age. Irving was amazing at the World Cup when he was 18 years old. Wu Sanshi is also 18 years old at the end of the year. I don't know if he can go to the World Cup..."

Chinese fans have already compared Wu Sanshi, who is shameless, with Owen, and seem to have found a lot in common.

Michael James Owen, that is a true legend.

At the age of 15, he officially signed a contract with Liverpool. In the 1998 World Cup in France, the 18-year-old Owen became famous in the game against Argentina. In 2001, Owen led Liverpool to complete the five crowns. In the same year, Owen also won the European Ballon d'Or.

And Wu Sanshi is 17 years old now, but he has nothing...

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Marseille has sped up, and Nasri and Ben Arfa have realized that they need to improve their offensive rhythm and start to reduce dribbling.However, there are always Spaniard players watching closely around them. Although their speed has increased, it is not easy for them to get the ball. The Spaniard's defense is very targeted. It is difficult for Marseille to score the ball into the Spaniard. in the restricted area.

Nasri and Ben Arfa tested Casilla with two long shots, but Casilla performed very well.

At halftime, it still ended with a score of 0:1, and Marseille was still behind.

In the locker room, Ruby gave another impassioned speech.

"Fine, we're leading now,"

"But this is not the end. This is just the first chapter of the war. We will complete the second part next. We will stare at our prey like hounds until the end of the game. Attack, we must be firm! Defense, We need to focus!"

"Give them a home defeat!"

"Boys, come on!"

Subsequently, he reiterated his defensive requirements for Nasri and Ben Arfa, as well as deepening the tactical requirements of several players on the offensive end.

He never doubted what his purpose in coming here was.

On the other end, E. Ruoley kept repeating the problem of the team's rhythm.

"We played too slow, too slow, too slow!"

"We need to get the ball out faster and pass the ball into the Spaniard's penalty area faster. We have to create opportunities to shoot. Too much dribbling made us lose the best opportunity to attack."

"Nasri, Alpha, you two need to pass the ball more, instead of dribbling the ball with your head down!"

E. Ruoley is quite euphemistic when he said this. In fact, he can’t control the locker room. A coach who can’t control the locker room will definitely not be very satisfactory in terms of performance. It depends on the mood of the players.

Obviously his current tone was much more serious than in the first half, but Nasri's slightly raised chin told him, maybe Nasri didn't listen at all?Or maybe he was upset.

Didn't E. Ruore mean to say that Nasri and Ben Arfa caused the team to fall behind and fail to score?
However, Ai Ruole couldn't care so much, "Who can tell me, what's the point of stopping the UEFA Cup and then failing to qualify for the Champions League next season in the league? If we don't fight hard, we will continue Going forward, what's the point of our season? What will our fans think if we lose a win at home?"

Several rhetorical questions in a row, hitting the heads of every Marseille player...

Change sides to fight again, neither side has to make substitutions, Ruby does not need to change, the winning lineup will always be the best lineup.E. Joly has no one to replace. If it is Ligue [-], he still has a lot of options, especially the veteran Vilto on the front line, etc., but in the European theater, he can use too many people. not enough.He even wanted to replace the wrong Nasri and the others...

beep,
The whistle sounded, Wu Sanshi kicked the ball, and Tamudo gave it back to Moises.The Marseille players all pressed up, trying to implement an oppressive defense against the Spaniard.However, the Spaniard players are obviously familiar with these and did not panic, especially when the ball fell at the feet of De La Pena and Shunsuke Nakamura, they played more calmly.

The two kicked their feet continuously in a small space, but they didn't let the Marseille players grab it.

Ben Alpha simply shoveled directly at the feet of Shunsuke Nakamura who was holding the ball, but he obviously underestimated Shunsuke Nakamura's ability to control the ball.The diminutive Shunsuke Nakamura reacted very quickly, quickly flicked the ball to the left, dodged the sliding tackle, and immediately sent the overhead ball without making any adjustments!

"Ah!"

"Pretty!"

The ball was passed so fast and so covertly that Marseille's defense on the right didn't even notice it, but Wu Sanshi had already activated it, as if he knew the ball would fly by innately.

call,
The ball fell behind the defense line and Wu Sanshi got the ball again.

"Uh!"

"how is this possible!"

The Marseille fans were dumbfounded, and really suspected that the defense line was just a few wooden stakes.

Da da,

Wu Sanshi deftly dribbled the ball towards Marseille's penalty area with his left foot, really running in small steps.

When rushing to the front of the penalty area, Marseille center defender Taylor was about to block, but Wu Sanshi stuffed the ball between Taylor and Renato.

A knife slashed Marseille's defense in the middle.

At any rate, Tamuduo had been cooperating with Wu Sanshi for a whole year, and this cooperating was a matter of course, without any impurities at all.

"Alas,"

"It's over."

Tamudo came in from the middle and shot directly to the lower right corner of the goal with his left foot.

Swah,
The Marseille goalkeeper didn't react at all.

"gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"gooooooooooooooooooooooal!"

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKOOOALAL!"

"It's a tragedy, 0:2, Marseille is behind by two goals at home."

"It was a beautiful blitz."

(End of this chapter)