atypical center forward

Chapter 250 The Best Chu Yang
Chu Yang has the illusion that he is omnipotent. Physical fitness, technical strength, competitive state, foot feeling inspiration, etc. are all the best moments since he came into contact with football.

He passed Barcelona's right-back on the wing, wiped their two central defenders on the penalty line, and then rushed into the penalty area under the force of Busquez, facing Barcelona goalkeeper Bandes.

Banders decisively chose to attack, but he began to regret the moment he first attacked.

Chu Yang shot without hesitation.

A wonderful spoon.

"Goal!! It's another in-cut shot after a breakthrough from the side. Chu has too many offensive methods, such as free kicks, spoons, long shots, volleys, arcs from far corners, dribbling surprises, breakthroughs, left, center, and right. He is simply the most comprehensive attacker in today's football. Except for his poor header ability, I can hardly find any weakness in him.

"Unfortunately, the goal was scored. This is a wonderful goal. This is the No.15 minute of the game. This is Cai Chu's third touch. I admit that he is very good, but our players did not give him enough pressure. This is not the Barcelona we are familiar with. The Nou Camp needs heroes. Iniesta, Luis Lua, Angel Thayer, they can't just sit and watch the Nou Camp fall under the feet of the Chinese, they must stand up."

Chu Yang knew that he was in the red in this game, but he didn't expect the goal to come so soon.

It seems that this Barcelona team is tired enough.

Although it was the time when his illness was killing him, the situation in Barcelona also sounded the alarm for Chu Yang.

Not surprisingly, Valencia will also compete in the Champions League next season. Even Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​​​whose team is so abnormally thick, have been dragged down like this. It is conceivable that Valencia, which is far from enough, will face the dilemma at that time.

It seems that everything has to be prepared for a rainy day.

Probably because of the coach on the field, Chu Yang's thoughts were all based on the overall situation of the team, but these thoughts just flashed through his mind like lightning.

Tuyol is not there, Barcelona's field captain is Xavi, but it is the young Thayer who is boosting the morale of his teammates now.

The Argentine striker was able to get to where he is today at a young age. In addition to the talent against the sky, the fighting spirit of never admitting defeat is also an important factor.

"What are you all doing? We are facing the second place in the league, a team that has double-killed Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid, and the guy opposite is the top scorer in the World Cup. He is not a fucking Chinese nouveau riche or a lucky kid with shit luck! Do you want to be a joke?"

Barcelona, ​​which was behind by the score, was obviously different. I don't know whether Sayer's words had an effect or the dissatisfaction of the fans sparked their enthusiasm, and they all suddenly became energetic.

The Valencia players suddenly felt a surge of pressure and were in a hurry for a while.

It's just that Barcelona's downturn does not come from mental slack or subjective carelessness, but the result of the dual effects of physical strength and mental fatigue. Their outbreak is more like a flashback. The harder they fight now, the faster they collapse.

Both head coaches realized this, and Chu Yang also realized this.

He took advantage of the dead ball to find Samps, Valencia's offensive hub and defensive hub.

"Cesc, continue to strengthen the offense, regardless of whether it is effective or not, anyway, speed up the tempo, compete with them for speed and physical fitness, and pass the ball more to make their defenders run."

"Samps, go back to defend first, as long as you survive the first half, remember to call Zogo."

His abnormality naturally attracted the attention of all parties, not to mention the random speculation of various commentators and special guests, even the fans couldn't help whispering.

"What is Chu doing? Conveying the coach's instructions?"

"Although I don't know what he is doing, I feel very bad. This cunning Chinese is not a good boy."

"I feel the same, I always feel that it will not be a good thing."

"Uh, isn't that No. [-] the captain of Valencia? Why does it seem like the Chinese are the boss?"

Most people didn't see any difference, they simply thought that Barcelona knew their shame and acted bravely. The neutral fans just felt that the game was better, while the Barcelona fans had the illusion that we could tie the score at any time with such fierceness. Correspondingly, the Valencia fans were a little worried.

Only a small number of people sensitively noticed something was wrong, and they quickly discovered the clues after strengthening their observations of Moya and Samps.

Moya, who has always been only able to cooperate with chugs or short passes, is actually organizing an attack. No matter how well organized, he is indeed doing so. After the football comes to his feet, it will go to the left and then to the right.

Samps' position has been withdrawn to the last point, and together with Mascherano, he formed the strongest barrier in front of the Valencia penalty area.

To put it simply, it was fast and chaotic, as if their goal was not to score goals, but to kick with their eyes closed. If it weren't for the stable performance of several defensive players, no one would believe that Valencia in front of them would be one of the strongest teams in La Liga this season.

Only Chu Yang was still ferocious, making Barcelona's defenders miserable.

In the 301st minute of the game, Barcelona created a good chance to score through a bunch of fast passes that made the opponent feel sick, but at the last moment, Samps desperately blocked it. After getting the ball, Zogo passed directly to Shen Mu in front of him.

Chu Yang retreated to take the ball again, and left Busquez behind him with a stop and a pass. The Barcelona midfielder who became angry quietly pulled him back, and Chu Yang's speed inevitably slowed down.

Seeing the opportunity, Pick immediately stretched out his feet to intercept it, and at the same time hit him with his shoulder.

Chu Yang lost his balance, but still tenaciously controlled the football. He poked the ball with his toe, and he rushed out.

Busquez and Pick responded almost identically, reaching out.

The difference is one pull and one push.

Chu Yang fell to the ground.

The referee's whistle sounded.

Normally, this kind of foul would make Chu Yang feel annoying at most, but now he not only feels hot on his feet, but also extremely excited, just like an artist who found inspiration and was trying his best to create but was interrupted maliciously. Not only did he feel disgusted, but he was also very angry.

Chu Yang resisted his anger and stood up, holding the ball with his hands, and was about to take a free kick, but Pick ran over quickly and kicked the ball away.

Chu Yang straightened up.

Pick was trying to walk away as if nothing had happened when he felt a tightness in his neck.

(End of this chapter)