number one striker

Chapter 28 Meteor fell from the sky?

After the goal, Felt made a rare comeback. They began to control the initiative of the game and pushed the red and white Allen back to their own half.

It can be clearly seen that Jens Bammer, who lost the ball due to a mistake, has become much more active.

In other words, the guilt in his heart drove him to run meaninglessly.Bammer was not a defensive player in the first place, and he was anxious, consuming his physical energy for no reason in the back and forth.

"Jens! Don't worry!" Tion hurried to find him. Although this guy had a positive attitude, not only did his running not help the team's defense, but he was always invaded by the opponent from the middle because he lost his position.

"The loss of the ball just now was not your fault. Don't pay for the past. Now calm down and find a chance to overtake the opponent." Tion patted him on the shoulder and hurried back to defend.

The Brazilian foreign aid Sidima who scored the goal began to show his superb ball-handling skills to Red and White Allen. He grew up on the street since he was a child, and he played games entirely in a playful way.

Once this kind of player plays well, it is extremely terrifying. Just like now, the team's full-back Shavrath can't hold back Sidi Ma at all, and he continuously breaks through his own defense zone.

Lenz blocked Sidima's follow-up shot with his feet in embarrassment. If Niels Derlin hadn't stepped in in time and blocked Sidima with his strong body for a moment, I am afraid that the ball would never hit Lenz.

With lingering fear, Lenz quickly drank two sips of water and directed his teammates to defend the corner kick.

Caesar rarely had a chance to touch the ball in these 10 minutes, and he did have a chance to counterattack, but neither he nor the Grand Cross was a supporting forward.The combined header accuracy of the two may only be 50. Either they can't grab the point, or the pass to grab the point doesn't know where it went.

Caesar missed Toberg very much at this time, and he looked at the Grand Cross with eyes full of resentment, if it wasn't him who was here now.

"Ah, why did brother Toberg get hurt? It's really uncomfortable to partner with you." Grand Cross pulled his sleeves.

Martin Stahlberg, a midfielder from the right, made a long pass just now. Based on his trust in Caesar, the Grand Cross rushed out first, preparing to catch his header.

As a result, Caesar thought so too, and the two almost bumped into each other.

Caesar gritted his teeth and was about to refute a few words, but Grand Cross swung his sleeves and ran back to defend the corner kick.

"Hmph, just stay there and don't come back." Caesar stood with his hands on his hips near the midfield, and Jens Bammer, who was not tall, stood outside the penalty area line, ready to compete for the second spot at any time.

Fürth's corner was not of high quality and Thion got stuck and assisted Nils Derling to head the ball over.

Royce was entangled with the opposing player, the two jumped high and fell to the ground at the same time, and the ball fell right in front of Jens Bammer.

Caesar immediately became excited, an excellent opportunity to fight back! !
However, when he took a closer look, the person with his back to him was Jens Bammer who didn't know what was going on in his head, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Damn, another good opportunity is gone."

Jens Bammer also knew that it was Caesar who was waiting in front of him.

As long as the ball can be passed, it must be another good opportunity.

but
Oh shit!Just pass it on!
It's not for me to have sex with him.

With his back to the attacking direction, Barmer tried to turn his body around and took the ball out before the rushing opponent.

Before Caesar could react, something flew over his head.

He couldn't help shrinking his head, a meteor fell from the sky?
"Damn Luther! What are you doing!! Hurry up!!!" Uke jumped angrily on the sidelines. Is this idiot thinking about life?

Only then did Caesar realize that that guy actually passed the ball to me?

Felt's defenders naturally don't have a rich inner world like Caesar. When the ball flies over his head, he starts to chase it back.

The ball was so powerful that even if Torres came, he might not be able to catch up.

The Felter player who thinks this way must not have watched last week's game highlights. If he has, he will know how ridiculous his idea is.

Fürth goalkeeper Sascha Kirschstein calmly watched his teammates chase back, but in the next second, he was slapped severely by Kaiser.

Oh shit!What the hell is that bloody red lightning? ! !
After Caesar reacted, the ball had already flown a certain distance, he immediately turned around, kicked his legs, stepped on the turf with his right foot, and shot himself out like an arrow from the string.

The motto of a speed forward should be written like this: Never think that you have seized a favorable position, because I may overtake you at any time.

The defender ran back unhurriedly, but heard Kirstein yelling desperately in front of him.However, the stadium was too noisy. He only saw the panicked faces of his teammates and didn't know what he was talking about.

"What are you doing?" The guard felt a hand on his shoulder in horror before he finished speaking.

It was Caesar who was catching up.

His 95 double speed helped him reach the fastest speed from the start in an instant, and his legs were like electric motors, driving his body crazily.

The gust of wind blew across his cheeks, and Caesar gradually lost sight of the surrounding objects.At sheer speed, everything is twisted.

Opponents, pitches, warm sunsets.

Only the small, bouncing football in front of him dangled in his eyes.

Get out of here!

As soon as Caesar accelerated, he immediately rushed to the guard.Before the unlucky guy could react, he was tilted by Caesar's swift speed.

"Oh my god!"

"Did this little guy take medicine!"

"Come on Luther! Get rid of them!"

There were waves in Kugel's bar. Regardless of whether they had watched the previous game or not, almost everyone was shocked by Caesar's speed that even the cameras couldn't catch up with.

Leiya was so excited that she couldn't help herself, and Sarah was afraid that this guy would faint.

Kirstein gritted his teeth and rushed out, so what if the speed is fast, as long as the ball hasn't hit the net, I haven't lost yet!

Uke's eyes widened. Caesar's speed could no longer shock him too much. Now his mind is full of prayers.

Hold it down!

Hold it down!

Hold it down!

Caesar catches up to the ball and has time to look up to see where the keeper is.

Hastily attacked, full of loopholes.

Watch me shoot through your defenses!

Caesar adjusted his right foot and kicked the ball into the right place.

Then he swung his right leg, just like he had been training for the past few days, and kicked the ball accurately with the arch of his foot.

Sara pouted and looked at the back of the shot in the camera, thinking of the sound of hitting the ball from the training ground after dark that day for no reason.

Then, Caesar's shot drew a bright arc and drilled into the net.

(End of this chapter)