Green Dragon

Chapter 82 This coquettish kick

fast!
Faster!

Even faster!
Long Shute's legs were still full of strength, and he chased after the football that fell far to the bottom line!
The cold snow particles are still falling from the sky one after another, falling "crackling" with the evening wind.

But they encountered a more violent and hot storm around Long Shute!

They can't break through! -
Utrecht goalkeeper Michel Worm's original position was at the back of the center circle-he didn't want to learn from some goalkeepers to participate in the attack, but the sight was blocked by the heavy snow, if he stood In the penalty area of ​​our own side, I am afraid there is no way to see the dynamics of the frontcourt clearly.

When Lindgren passed the ball with a big kick, Worm was a little nervous at first, wishing he could go back to the goal immediately.

But after only a second, not only was he completely relieved of his nervousness, but he couldn't help but want to laugh, and his pace of retreating back also slowed down.

You, a Swede, are you trying to pass the ball?Still want to shoot?Or... want to rescue us?

"Meter……"

It seems that someone is shouting something in the wind?
"Michelle!"

Worm finally heard his name this time.

What are you calling me for?
To say thank you to the fans?

It seems... Didn't hear the end whistle?

He turned around, trying to see what was going on.

What did the Utrecht goalkeeper see?
He saw the terrified expressions of his teammates.

He saw the excited faces of the Ajax players.

And a black shadow like a cheetah, in front of him in an instant!
This guy... what does he want to do? !

He thought he was Bolt? !
Did he think he could catch the ball? !
Although Worm wanted to ridicule the opponent's overreach in his heart, as the team's last line of defense, he still quickly turned around and retreated towards the goal.

Since he was six years old, he has been instilled in by the coach. Since he is a goalkeeper, even if the opponent has a 90.00% chance of not being able to catch up with the football, he must return to his defense.

So he chose to chase back with all his strength.

So... In the snowy stadium, under the puzzled gaze of thousands of spectators, two figures, one tall and one short, started a 50-meter sprint race in Utrecht's half.
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"Long Shute did not give up, he is still chasing."

Duan Yixuan explained absently while rubbing the teacup with his fingers: "But Lindgren's kick was too hard, and the wind and snow were so heavy, and the field was so slippery, even if he really caught up... it would be very difficult. It's hard to control, not to mention, the opponent's goalkeeper is more than ten meters ahead of him, and the direction of this pass is a bit off..."

"Catch up!"

His commentary was interrupted by the guest Zhang Lu beside him.

Duan Yixuan raised his head in astonishment, seeing the moment when the victory and defeat had been decided:
That black bolt of lightning flashed past another tall figure, the Utrecht goalkeeper staggering like a toddler!
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Damn!

Worm couldn't help but want to curse.

This damn rainy and snowy weather!

He only ran three steps, and almost fell under his feet. It is impossible to exert strength on such a turf!

That little guy from Ajax is at least ten meters away, even if he slows down a little, he can't catch up...

He comforted himself like this, but before the thoughts in his heart settled down, a violent heat wave swept past him!

He watched helplessly as the black storm surpassed him!

Two white circles embroidered on the black jersey!
Ajax number 8!
How did he rush over here!
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The flying snow particles make it difficult to open the eyes, and the slippery turf makes it difficult for the feet to exert strength. In addition, the competition has reached the end, and the physical fitness is at the bottom. The control of the body is far from normal. Once slipped, More serious injuries could easily result.

Long Shute understood all these principles. Even if he didn't know it before, he would have understood it long after he had a scientific system.

But as if he didn't have any scruples, he stimulated all the energy in his body and accelerated forward with the fastest speed he could achieve!
Ten meters behind?

It's nothing!
Because Long Shute started too much earlier than the opponent!

Sprinting at full speed, he can cross ten meters in one second!
What's more, Worm turned around twice in the middle!
accelerate!
accelerate!
He is still accelerating! -
At the moment when Long Shute rushed towards the opponent's penalty area, the whole stadium seemed to be at a standstill.

Apart from him and Worm, neither Ajax nor Utrecht players made any moves.

Everyone stared blankly at his figure fading away.

Can he catch up?
After he catches up... what can he do?
This pass is so powerful, and the direction is almost aimed at the left corner flag area, what can he do? -
The Utrecht fans in the stands let out a second exclamation.

Lindegard, who stayed at the front of the penalty area, couldn't believe his eyes.

Long Shute... caught up with his long pass!

Long Shute caught up with the football less than three meters from the bottom line!

But... the football is still on top of his head, it hasn't completely fallen down yet! -
Rasmus...how much effort did your uncle use!
Long Shute scolded all eighteen generations of Lindgren's ancestors in his heart, then slammed on the brakes and jumped up.

"..."

At this moment, the narrator of Dutch TV, De Kool, suddenly had a short circuit in his brain.

His commentary partner Yang Sen struggled to spit out a few words:
"Long Shute...in the air...turned 180 degrees..."

At this time, Dekuer reacted, he jumped up as if someone stepped on his tail: "Is he a gymnast?!"

They are professionals and they know how difficult these two moves are!

The [-]-meter sprint was still going on one second, but suddenly such an inhuman transformation was made in the next second. If it were an ordinary person, even if he hadn't lost his center of gravity because he couldn't get rid of the strong inertia just after taking off, he would still be able to do so because of the sudden turn. body and cause waist and abdominal muscle strain!Even tear!

But Long Shute just completed this set of movements, he completed the turn during the jumping process!
He pushed the falling football down with his forehead!
Then he landed on the turf, and suddenly his feet slipped...

This is already the end of the race, a 70-meter high-speed sprint, followed by non-stop braking, jumping, and turning...

His control over his body has indeed reached its limit.

No outsiders have entered Utrecht for 15 minutes, and the snow flakes near the bottom line can even leave footprints, and the degree of slippery can be imagined.

Seeing him slip and fall, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a normal person! -
"Long Shute slipped! Ajax's last counterattack is over!"

Dekuer also heaved a sigh of relief. He was just about to celebrate with singing and dancing, but found that Yang Sen was still watching the broadcast screen solemnly.

Then he made a formal decision:
In future matches between Ajax and Long Shute, until the end of the game, I will never gloat casually!
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Worm finally returned to the restricted area.

He is undoubtedly the loser in this sprint competition.

Although it took him two more time to turn around, his starting position was at least ten meters ahead of his opponent, but when he reached the finish line, his opponent had already completed a set of five-star gymnastics!
And fell down, then got up!
But it's nothing... I'm back in front of the goal, and he is too far away, there is no angle at all...

While comforting himself, Worm rushed towards the goal.

As long as the position of the near post is blocked, even if the opponent is the rebirth of Van Basten, he will never be able to score!
Hey?
Van Basten?

Worm finally returned to the position he should return to. He opened his arms and blocked the near post position tightly.

His opponent's position is too close to the baseline, and theoretically speaking, there is no shooting angle.

But when Worm just stood up and was about to smash Ajax's last chance to counterattack, he saw the No. 8 player in the black away jersey who did not hesitate to lob the ball high with the instep of his right foot. up.

Why pick?
If you choose to volley vigorously from a close angle, although there is not much possibility, if the goalkeeper is too unlucky, he may block the ball into his own goal in a panic!
Worm subconsciously jumped up, but it was still a step too late.

Could it be that someone responded?
He hastily turned his head to look to the side and rear, but the entire half of the field was empty, only a vast expanse of white snow falling in the wind.

wind?
Worm's eyes almost went straight!

He looked at the football that was clearly flying through the air along the direction parallel to the goal line, as if it had encountered an unstoppable attraction, it slowly changed its course during the flight, and wiped the door with an unimaginable arc. The column fell into the net...

"Shh..."

The side net turned up white waves.

Worm sat down on the ground!
His neck... hurts so much!

The evening wind blew on Long Shute's face, and his half-long hair was blown wildly by the wind and snow.

He pointed his finger at the stunned Van Basten on the bench with a smug smile on his face.

My kick from a zero angle...how is it compared to yours back then?

(End of this chapter)