Green Dragon

Chapter 5 You Bunch of Scum!

Long Shute's counterattack!

Those Everton substitutes had already given up.

The other three young Chinese players were powerless.

This is his own counterattack!
Although his dribbling skills are still so lame, Long Shute's sprint speed is far beyond everyone's imagination.

He just kicked the ball forward and chased hard, leaving the midfielder behind who had just controlled the football!
Another midfielder is standing less than three meters away from him, and it only takes two or three steps to cause interference.

But Long Shute started too fast!
The midfielder only had time to turn his body half a circle, and Long Shute had already dribbled past him with the ball!

"So fast!"

Only these two words jumped out of the back waist's heart, and the gust of wind was already howling and continuing to sweep forward!

This is Long Shute's counterattack!
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Kevin Stee opened his mouth, but closed it anyway.

When the main players reacted, Long Shute was like a sharp knife, directly inserted between the two midfielders!

This is already the 59th minute of the game, but this Chinese can still sprint at such a speed... Even Li Tie at his peak can't do it!

You know, Li Tie's only advantage that allows him to gain a foothold in Everton is his unparalleled energy!

The two central defenders, George and Michael, stood one behind the other. There was a bit of space between them, but only slightly.

Also as teenagers born in 1990, these two English players are much stronger than Long Shute. Compared with them who are close to 1.9 meters tall and weigh more than [-] kilograms, the Chinese teenager is like a thin and weak player. chick.

Against a chick, they don't even bother to use foul moves!

George strikes first!

Although for the British, it is difficult to distinguish the appearance of East Asians, but after all, they have also trained together for nearly three months. The abilities of the four young Chinese players, Everton's U15 main defender also has a certain understanding .

The one running with the ball in front of him... is the weakest of the four!
The passing error is more than five meters, the shooting is purely blind, the ball control is almost amateurish, and it even takes three seconds to catch the ball...

Besides running faster without the ball, what else is he good for? !

This is football!

This is not athletics!

As long as he puts on a slightly aggressive posture, a guy like him will definitely be in a hurry, and even trip himself!
Seeing Long Shute rushing towards him with the ball, George had already written the script in his heart.

Long Shute's speed is very fast, his stride is very large, and the time interval between each touch is a bit long. George can completely press down during this time!

Long Shute kicked the ball forward again!
George starts up in a flash!

He stretched out his left foot in the face of the high-speed rolling football, with a playful smile on his face.

Whether it is physical fitness or experience, I am a winner!
Poor little Chinese boy, why do you have to die?
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Long Shute was running.

His dribbling skills are rough, and every time he re-contacts football, he is as cautious as walking on thin ice, for fear of going too far because of his too much strength.

So under normal circumstances, it has been exhausted to control the football, and it is difficult for him to take into account the expressions on the faces of the defenders.

But maybe it was God's will, he raised his eyes inadvertently while running, and the mocking smile on the face of the central defender on the opposite side made his eyes red.

George's lips parted slightly, as if making a mocking sound:
"Come on, you jerk!"

boom!
Long Shute's ears couldn't hear any sound!
He only felt a huge roar that made all the cells in his body tremble!
The exhaustion seemed to subside from the body, and the strength continued to flow to the legs!
He strode his legs hard!

The sneakers stomped hard on the turf!

He... accelerated again! -
Here comes the ball!
George's left foot is about to touch the football, and there is already a hint of joy in his eyes.

He seemed to see Long Shute's distressed appearance of failure after dying!

call……

His jersey was suddenly blown into motion.

He is standing there, where is the wind? !
Just as a question mark popped up in his mind, he heard a voice growl!

windy!

Gale!

The wind!

big storm!
A red storm rushed past him!

"Oh!"

His left foot seemed to hit something!
The storm just jumped slightly, and then continued to sweep past!
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Was breached? !
He accelerated again at the last moment? !

This TMD is already the last half minute!How can he still speed up? !

George could hardly believe his eyes!
He watched in a daze as the red storm passed through his defense line and continued to rush towards Michael!
Looking at Long Shute who was staggering and staggering, a cold sweat suddenly gushed out from his back.
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Long Shute clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles on his cheeks were a little stiff.

He didn't dare to open his mouth, because he was afraid that once he breathed a sigh of relief, the fighting spirit and strength he had gathered would dissipate in an instant!I will fall down immediately!

Damn Everton!

You look down on me? !
Damn David Moyes!

You don't even want to look at me? !

You scumbags!
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Michael was already the last barrier in front of the goalkeeper, and now he dared not breathe.

He could see clearly the opponent's actions just now. Long Shute miraculously sped up again when he was already galloping at high speed, and took the first step to break through George's defense with the ball, making George's defense that was waiting for work become a joke.

It's just that George's left foot still tripped him, so Long Shute was still adjusting his center of gravity.

His sense of balance is not excellent, not to mention that he is still in the process of dribbling the ball at high speed, so this adjustment will take extra time.

As long as he gets stuck in the position and then uses his body to lightly press it, his center of gravity will definitely be completely lost!

As the Everton U15 captain, Michael has the confidence to stop him!
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Long Shute saw Michael, and Michael also saw him.

Long Shute was still advancing with the ball, but Michael's body paused slightly.

What a face he saw!

His eyes were bloodshot, but his thin lips couldn't see a trace of blood!
Michael could even feel that the other party's nostrils were blowing hot air!

Because of clenching his teeth tightly, his originally sharp-edged cheeks looked extraordinarily ferocious at this moment.

It's like a monster that will open its bloody mouth at any time and swallow all opponents in one gulp!

Michael was stunned for a moment!
The hot flashes swallowed him up in an instant!

All he could see was red in his eyes!
He stretched out his right hand towards the red storm, trying to stop the monster!

But he forgot.

It was a furious monster!
How could he stop it? ! -
Long Shute broke into the restricted area!
There seemed to be a faint red light shining on his body!
The Everton U15 main goalkeeper opened his arms, but he didn't know where to rush.

The resistance behind him had already been thrown away by him, but he still staggered a little under his feet!

Out of stamina?

Weak legs?

The young goalkeeper with a blank mind couldn't care less, he could only wave his hands and rush out from the goal line!
As soon as he took a step, he saw a mass of black and white shadows scraping the turf towards him. He subconsciously lowered his center of gravity and put his legs together, but it was still a step too late!
His crotch was cold, and the football slipped between his legs!

The weakest and youngest player in the trial quartet... scored a goal at the last moment!
(End of this chapter)