big football player

Chapter 87

In fact, the current situation of the Inter Milan team seems to be a blocked flood.

If the kick is poor, the team will gradually become a stagnant water; once the kick is opened, it will be like releasing a floodgate, which cannot be stopped by the three defenders of the Juventus team.

Seeing Zambrotta's embarrassment, Davis hurriedly threw away Pirlo and rushed over like lightning.

Tacchinardi also caught up and blocked Zanetti's further route.

Zambrotta let go of his embarrassment and came from behind to make up for it.

Suddenly, an encirclement situation immediately formed on the court.

Football offense and defense is not siege, besieging three and missing one.On the court, three players can trap one player to death.

If Zanetti was his predecessor Maradona at this time, he would have chuckled, dribbled the ball from the front and cut a bloody path into the penalty area...

If he was Ronaldo who just arrived at Manchester United, he would also rush forward with the ball, then stand up from the ground, stand up and ask the referee why he didn't blow the whistle...

It's a pity that Zanetti is neither his predecessor Maradona nor the later Ronaldo. He is Zanetti. When the encirclement failed on three sides, he passed the ball to Seedorf not far away quite calmly.

Pirlo came up with Davis to meet Zanetti.Seeing the ball reach Seedorf's feet, his brain became hot and he rushed to the edge of the penalty area.

In an instant, Inter Milan had Vieri, Caron, Di Biagio, Zanetti and Pirlo in the frontcourt, and there was Seedorf who was advancing with the ball.

There are six people.

The game had just lasted more than ten minutes, and the players were quite energetic, and the Juventus players retreated like a tide.

In Inter Milan's backcourt there are only the next three Juventus forwards...

Although the team's offense needs to invest in troops, they can't ignore their heads and butts, can they?
Inter Milan's midfield situation is also unobstructed.

Zanetti stood near the middle circle and immediately slashed. Behind him, Grosso, Blanco, and Materazzi lined up. Toldo stood on the edge of the small penalty area, staring into the distance...

At this time, Seedorf, while dribbling the ball in the frontcourt, was also pondering, should he listen to the King coach?
In fact, near the restricted area, it is already within the range of Seedorf's cannon, and it is possible to shoot, at least [-]% sure!

But the Italian goalkeeper Buffon, his chances of scoring a long-range goal, instantly dropped to half to half, or even not yet.

According to KING's coach, a score below [-] is called a failure.A failed shot is called a wave shot, and a wave shot is like looking for a woman with a raincoat...

Seedorf remembers Yin Yang's theories making the players laugh in Austrian bars.Then this gentleman-like KING also set a standard for shooting.

A midfielder's shot below 60.00% is a wave shot, a striker's shot below 90.00% is called a failure, and a defender is even stricter, with a probability of less than [-]% being a wave shot!

And Yin Yang also encouraged everyone to give a small punishment to anyone in the team who was wasting on the court, and let him go out after the game to buy raincoats for all the players.

Sadly, Seedorf was classified as a midfielder by Yin Yang.

That is to say, he must score a goal in three shots.If he has already scored a goal, then he has no pressure on this kick, but...

Seedorf is afraid to shoot here, ready to find the best chance to shoot!
At this time, Seedorf was protecting the ball and penetrating near the bottom line.

Suddenly, Seedorf remembered Yin Yang's in-depth conversation with him.

"Seedorf, you are not too old in the Inter Milan team, but you are the team's main player who has won the most honors and has the most experience in competitions. The team needs your contribution."

"Seedorf, you dribble the ball on the court. No one can snatch the ball from your feet. You are not afraid of the opponent's counterattack. But not every player in the team is Seedorf. If I am also on the court and you get your ball, don't lose it in a minute, and then the opponent counterattacks, and the game is lost."

……

A thought flashed through Seedorf's mind, he raised his head abruptly, easily passed Nedved, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Inter Milan's backcourt, including goalkeeper Toldo, there were only five people in the backcourt.

If he loses the ball, the Juventus team counterattacks, and the hit will hit!
Seedorf sighed in his heart: "This KING coach has never played football, but he has a good grasp of the game, and this kind of persuasion is too different, and it is hard to refuse..."

The slow-paced Sido suddenly pushed the ball, pouted his big butt, pushed Nedved up, accelerated, and rushed into the penalty area.

Juventus' Tudor has come up.

Vieri was firmly watched by Thuram, and Caron was also under the guard of Montero. There was no room for development. He knocked the ball with his heel, went straight into the corner of the small penalty area, and took Tudor away.

It was Pirlo who received the ball. He received the ball in the middle of the big penalty area and the small penalty area, near the outside of the big penalty area.

In front of him, players from both sides are entangled near the small penalty area, blocking his way forward or volleying.

At this time, Davis on one side approached at high speed like a beast.

Before Davis shoveled, Pirlo swung his foot and the ball jumped high...

Seedorf saw Pirlo's style of play in the penalty area and was furious: "Are you masturbating?"

Suddenly, he was overjoyed again, someone bought a raincoat...

After Pirlo shot the anti-aircraft gun, he looked at the ball flying in the air with a serious expression on his face, but remained silent.

The eyes shot out of the eyes are piercing, as if guiding the ball.

The high-power lights around the stadium illuminate the space of the stadium as if it were daytime. The ball is bathed in the lights and is gliding at high speed.

When the ball flew not far from the goal, it seemed as if it suddenly felt the gravitational pull of the earth, and suddenly trembled, turned around and turned down sharply.

Buffon jumped high, the ball passed by the fingertips of his raised hands, passed under the crossbar of the goal at an indistinguishable distance with the naked eye, wiped the white net, slid down on the lawn, rolled a few times, and stopped moving...

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, only the high-speed cameras on the sidelines faithfully recorded this moment.

Seeing the ball fly into the goal as he wished, Pirlo raised his arms, turned and ran, and his flowing long hair flew up.Behind him was a group of strong men with ferocious faces, chasing after each one like crazy.

Seeing Pirlo's goal, Yin Yang was very happy, and thought: "Pirlo won't ruin the signature dish in his hands..."

At this moment, Yin Yang suddenly realized that something was wrong. The direction of Pirlo's attack was completely aimed at him.

When he clearly saw the small beard under Pirlo's chin, Yin Yang was shocked: "This is not a damned arhat..."

(End of this chapter)