legendary midfielder

Chapter 52 Don't Like the Feeling of Losing
When the football flew into the net, the entire Bramall Lane stadium suddenly fell silent, and all the Blades fans looked at the football still spinning in the net in disbelief, full of disappointment in their hearts.

If the team tries their best and is still scored by the opponent, the fans can also understand. After all, the gap in strength sometimes cannot be made up by courage.

But now, although there is a gap in strength, except for China Zhang, it seems that most of the players are not in good condition.Although the fans don't know what's going on, they are still disappointed with the state of the team.

There was less than 30 seconds of silence, and soon, louder and crazier cheers and shouts resounded throughout the entire Bramall Lane Stadium.This is the fans, this is the loyal fans who will always support the team!Even if the team loses the ball due to their own reasons, even if the team is weak and the score is behind, they still cheer for their team unswervingly!
Some people say that in a football club, the team is the soul of the club, as long as it has a strong team, the club must be successful!
In fact, this view is wrong. For a football club, only the fans are the real soul of the club. No matter how strong or weak your team is, as long as you have loyal fans, the club will always stand above the world football!

When Zhang Xu saw the football flying into the net, he spat in frustration, then ran into the net, took the football out of the net, and kicked it towards the center line with a big foot.

He was very dissatisfied with himself. If he had run faster just now, he might have been able to get ahead of the "telephone pole" and clear the ball.

At the same time, he is also very dissatisfied with Birmingham. Even if Birmingham is slightly stronger than Sheffield United, it is definitely not much stronger. If measured by the system, its ability value is no more than 60, and Zhang Xu's attributes are already very close. If physical fitness is counted, Zhang Xu's strength is likely to exceed the level of ordinary Birmingham players.

"Beep!" A whistle sounded, and the game continued.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

After the race started again, Zhang Xu kept chanting these two sentences, reminding himself to run faster.Under this kind of conscious motivation, his two legs seem to be equipped with two powerful engines, galloping on the court like hot wheels.As a result, Zhang Xu can be seen almost everywhere in one's own half of the court!
"Harder, harder!"

Everywhere Zhang Xu goes, he steals, interferes or interrupts Birmingham's offense with brutal and unreasonable force.

Sometimes, when he sees that the distance is too far and it is too late to make a personal tackle, he simply throws his whole body with a flying shovel, then draws four or five meters on the grass, and shovels the football away with his toes.

One bad thing about this kind of crazy tackle is the yellow card and red card, but Zhang Xu can't care much about it anymore. What he needs is a faster and more effective tackle and defense.

"Be more accurate, be more accurate!"

It is true that the steals must be ruthless, so that the opponent will feel psychologically afraid, but ruthlessness alone does not work, because if you only talk about ruthlessness, it is easy to be dealt a card.So be accurate, accurate!
Fortunately, Zhang Xu's pre-judgment attributes have always been relatively high, and it has reached 57 points at present, coupled with 56 points of positional sense, which laid a solid foundation for his precise steals.

"Attack! I want to attack!"

No matter how strong the defense is, it is all for the offense.Therefore, after each successful steal, Zhang Xu immediately looked for the teammate who received the ball, accurately passed the football to his teammate's feet, and at the same time quickly ran to the next receiving point.

He wants to speed up the team's offensive rhythm through his fast running and passing and catching the ball, and contribute a little bit of his strength to the team's creation of goals.

But his passing attributes are not high, and the quality of the passing is naturally not flattering. In order to pass the ball more accurately, he has to choose short passes.And too many short passes will virtually increase his running burden and increase his physical consumption.

So, during the period before the end of the first half, all Blade fans saw a crazy Zhang Xu, who sprinted [-] meters again and again, collided with Birmingham players again and again, fell down on the grass again and again, and the emerald green grass juice dyed his clothes colorfully.
Crazy performance, did not bring goals for the team, only brought a yellow card for himself.This is because when he tackled the ball, he failed to control his speed and position, and knocked the opponent's Birmingham player to the ground. The referee originally planned to give him a red card, but seeing that his whole body and even his face were covered with grass green, he couldn't bear it, so he replaced the red card with a yellow card, which allowed Zhang Xu to escape.

"Beep beep!" The referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

Hearing the sound of the whistle, Zhang Xu's originally tense body suddenly relaxed, and his legs softened accordingly. He completely lay down on the grass, kicking heavily, unable to move at all.

"Hello, China Zhang, can you still move?" Just as Zhang Xu was breathing heavily, a tall figure appeared in front of him. It turned out to be Birmingham striker Zikic!

"Hi, telephone pole, hello!" Zhang Xu teased while kicking vigorously.

"Telephone pole?" Rijiqi was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted: "Haha, this title is full of image! Not bad!" Then, he stretched out his right hand and said to Zhang Xu: "Zhang, get up, the ground is very cold now, it's not good for you to lie on the ground!"

"Thank you, telegraph pole!" Zhang Xu grasped Rikic's right hand, and slowly climbed up with the strength of the other party.

"Dude, you are really hardworking. Isn't it just an FA Cup match? None of your teammates have worked so hard, so why do you?" Zikic supported Zhang Xu and walked towards the player tunnel step by step.

"It's nothing, I just don't like the feeling of losing!" Zhang Xu replied flatly with a slight smile.

"Uh uh, don't you like the feeling of losing?" Zikic froze again. This sentence seemed simple, but it contained a player's endless desire for victory!

Originally, Zikic had a good impression of this Chinese player who was doing his best on the court, and only then did he act to pull him up. Now, he not only has a good impression, but a feeling of admiration spontaneously.

A player who does his best to pursue victory, even if he does not win, is enough for everyone to look up to him.

"Zhang, how do you feel?" At this time, Captain Beatty, who was placed on the bench by coach Wilson, came over. He first glanced at Zikic with a little hostility, and then took Zikic's support on Zhang Xu's arm and asked with concern.

"Hehe, captain, it's okay, this will kill me!" Zhang Xu grinned and said with a big grin, and even jumped specially to show that he was fine.

"It's fine, I'll be with you in the second half, let's fight!" Beatty nodded and said viciously.

"Captain?" Zhang Xu was taken aback.

"That's right, I'll tell the boss right away, we, Daofeng, never let a teammate work alone, we are a whole!" Beatty's firm tone infected Zhang Xu, and Zhang Xu couldn't help saying: "Yes, we are a team, a whole!"

"Captain, count me in!" At this moment, Michael cut in and said loudly.

"Count me in!" This is Williams.

"I'm going to fight too!" This is Creswell.

"Don't try to leave me behind!" It's Evans!

Only then did Zhang Xu realize that his teammates hadn't left the field, but slowly gathered around him under the leadership of captain Beatty. They all expressed that they must join Zhang Xu in a fight with Birmingham!
In the end, Captain Beatty yelled loudly at the enthusiastic teammates around him: "We are the blade!"

"We have nothing to fear!" Zhang Xu and all his teammates roared loudly.

"Hahaha!" Zikic laughed loudly from the side, "Okay! This is what I want to see! Zhang, I'll be waiting for you in the second half! Come on!" After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the tunnel.

At this time, the fans who were about to solve their physical problems suddenly saw the team's abnormal behavior, and then heard the team's roar.

The fans who were originally dissatisfied with the poor state of the team finally heard the determination of the team amidst the roars, which immediately excited the fans.

I didn't go to the toilet, I didn't eat anything, and I didn't buy coffee!Some fans started roaring along with the team.

At this time, a fan started to sing the team anthem of Sheffield United loudly, and soon, the second person sang along, the third, the fourth, and the fifth. After a while, the entire Bramersey Stadium was completely occupied by the loud and clear singing of the fans!

Head coach Wilson looked at the waves of people one after another, at the colorful flags and scarves flying all over the sky, at the fans shouting and singing, and listening to the high-pitched singing of the fans, he couldn't help feeling overwhelmed.

This is the blade!This is the spirit of the blade!
Even if the future is bumpy, we still go forward bravely!never back down!
Perhaps, the decision to give up the FA Cup is not a correct decision!

Just because the fans hope to see the spirit of the blade, hope that the team maintains a fearless heart, and hope that all players are full of enthusiasm!

And it was myself who gave up this passion and spirit for a seemingly important reason to advance to the British Championship!
This is the biggest mistake I made!

At this time, Wilson finally realized that he had made a wrong decision!

Fortunately, there is still half of the time in the game, and there is still a chance to correct my mistakes!Wilson made up his mind and walked to the locker room with firm steps
(End of this chapter)