atypical center forward

Chapter 251

Chu Yang pinched Pique's neck with one hand, and Pique slapped him away. Busquez pushed him hard with quick eyesight and quick hands.

The referee next to him immediately stepped forward to separate the people, but Pick's anger also rose, cursing and trying to rush over.

The conflict was about to break out, and the team members on both sides rushed over and dragged Chu Yang and Pico away.

"Hey! Chinese, it's just a foul, isn't it necessary?" As the captain, Harvey didn't try to appease Pik, but tried to provoke Chu Yang.

Even if Chu Yang couldn't get out of control, it would be enough to raise his anger a little higher.

This Catalan is far from being as humble and gentleman as he appears on the surface, and his superb skills do not mean that he is also perfect in other aspects.

"Is this what you call art football?" Chu Yang gave him a cold look first, then glanced at Pico, "Rude, cunning, disgusting, a bunch of shit!"

"What did you say?"

"I said your guards are a pile of shit, I will wipe them out once I see them."

Not only Harvey thought he had heard wrong, but even the Valencia players thought there was something wrong with their ears.

Boss, this is Speckamp, ​​can we keep a low profile and stop making it so exciting.

"I will pass on your words to my teammates, and I hope you will be responsible for your words."

"I'm not as good as you guys for bragging, but I will do what I said."

Broke up unhappily.

Valencia's free kick.

The ball was about 36 meters away from the goal, and the position was a bit biased, so it was not suitable for a direct shot. However, Chu Yang felt that it was not enough to express his feelings without kicking hard now.

He stepped back ten meters and stood still.

Barcelona moaned and chirped to line up the human wall.

The referee whistled, Chu Yang ran up and shot.

The football successfully flew around the wall and flew towards the goal. Just as it was about to fly over the goal line, it was almost lifted out by Benders.

Villevaren made a big foot clearance.

Chu Yang moved his left foot expressionlessly.

After all, I am not my dominant foot, my strength is not very strong, and the distance is farther.

Barcelona started to fight back.

Now this Barcelona team has not been able to control the ball to the extreme like the universe team in Chu Yang's memory. The reason is that apart from the fact that the team has not fully adapted, the over-reliance on Lua and Thayer is also an important reason.

Their traditional ground short pass coordination is more between several players in the midfield, led by Harvey and promoted by Iniesta. In the end, the football is usually passed to the feet of Lua and Thayer.

This ball is no exception.

Iniesta gave the ball quickly to Lua, who got it on the penalty line.

Sainte and Rodri quickly followed Thayer, while Anos and Mascherano stood in front of Lua.

To deal with these two people, two defensive players are already standard.

Lua raised his right foot slightly, not knowing whether he was preparing to pass the ball or break through. Anos and Mascherano, who were facing him, were immediately on the verge of a formidable enemy.

Fans outside the stadium suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar.

As Lua's big butt twisted left and right, and his right foot swung back and forth, the bodies of Anos and Mascherano also swayed left and right.

Lua's foot suddenly fell heavily, the football flashed between the two, and when it stopped, it had already appeared in the goal.

Valencia goalkeeper Fernando Cayo is unresponsive.

"Goal!!! Luiz's wonderful sudden attack helped Barcelona tie the score! This shot was too sudden. Valencia's two, no, four defensive players did not respond at all. Well, we have indeed seen this kind of shot in China. The imagination of the Chinese is really first-rate in this respect, but who cares? Now the goal is scored, and Barcelona tied the score."

"Lua broke through Valencia's goal with a shot learned from Chu Yang. We can see that Chu Yang, who usually applauds his opponent's wonderful goals, looks serious now. I don't know whether he thinks Lua's imitation failed or he is worried about the team's situation, or he has not recovered from the conflict just now."

Lua ran to the sidelines and danced the samba, the entire Camp Nou became a sea of ​​joy, and the deadpan faces of the Valencians became the best background boards.

The game started again, Chu Yang received the ball and passed it back, and then quickly advanced, Pick came up to him without hesitation, and followed him closely.

"I heard that you are going to kill me?"

Chu Yang smiled, and said, "I'll pick the ball over your head later, then cut into your penalty area from there, past your goalkeeper and score."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Mu passed the ball from a distance as if by heart, and Chu Yang immediately ran out.

Pick quickly followed.

The football lands, bounces, and falls again.

Chu Yang had no choice but to slow down and let Pike catch up.

But what happened in the next second made Pick wish he could not catch up.

Chu Yang didn't stop the ball, but kicked the ball over Pick's head with his heel, and then rushed to catch the football.

Pick didn't have time to be sad, so he continued to chase without even thinking about it, and was about to stop Chu Yang at the cost of fouling, but Chu Yang stomped, pulled, and knocked the ball.

He stopped the football with his right foot, then knocked it out from behind his left foot, and Pick, who was trying his best to catch up, flew past him.

Chu Yang didn't continue to dribble, but gave the ball to Joe, and then ran to the side.

Joe understood, took the ball inside, and quickly split the ball when the defender came up.

Chu Yang dribbled the ball from the side.

"Be careful of him cutting in!" Pique finally remembered Chu Yang's words and reminded his teammates loudly, but his reminder made them almost roll their eyes.

Who the fuck doesn't know he's going to cut in?The question is how to stop it.

At least Vilvaren who came up to defend didn't know how to stop him, and was wiped by Chu Yang from around.

Everything was like lightning, from Shen Mu passing the ball to Chu Yang entering the penalty area, everything was as if some naughty god pressed the fast forward button and then returned to normal speed, which made people unable to recover.

The commentators were still surprised by Chu Yang's heel pick just now. Chu Yang had already passed Alba and faced Banderas.

Banderas had to be wary of Chu Yang's provocation and was afraid of being pierced by him. He seemed a little timid when he looked up and down.

Chu Yang didn't give him time to react. If the current agility attribute reaches 18, he wouldn't mind copying Mancini's classic goal and using Robinho's crazy bicycle to make the Barcelona goalkeeper doubt his life.

But now, he just tricked Banders away with a simple feint and change of direction, then dribbled past him and put the football into the net.

Game No. 401 minutes, score 2:1.

(End of this chapter)