Champion’s Heart

Panting heavily, Zhou Yi stood outside the penalty area. He looked at the ball in the goal, and then turned his gaze to the La Masia Youth B team players who were celebrating wildly.

Was equalized.

Then look at my teammates around me, all of them look very frustrated and hit hard.

In fact, for the strength of the Chinese team, it should be a very good result if they can draw with La Masia in the end.

If he wants to comfort his teammates, then he only needs to say a draw is also acceptable.

But Zhou Yi himself could not accept this sentence in his heart.

A draw is not acceptable.

Because a draw means defeat.

He thought about the last game played in Dream last night.

Although the world of FIFAOL3 where Chu Ling lives is virtual, it perfectly reflects reality. Every game in it is actually possible in reality, and the probability is not low.

In the last game, the Chinese team and the La Masia Youth B team were 1:1, which lasted for a long time. It seems that the Chinese team will end this game with a draw and get their only victory against the La Masia Youth B team. A draw.

Zhou Yi, who was in the game at that time, had the idea that a draw is also acceptable.

But in the end?

The La Masia Youth B team launched the most violent offensive at the last moment of the game. In their wave after wave of offensive, the Chinese team still failed to withstand it and eventually collapsed.

In a very short period of time, they conceded two goals in a row and lost 1:3, losing the game.

In fact, for the Chinese team, this 1:3 score is already the best score in the more than 100 matches between Zhou Yi and them.

The rest of the scores are appalling.

It stands to reason that a 1:3 loss to a team like the La Masia Youth B team is completely acceptable even if it is a failure.

But Zhou Yi couldn't accept it.

He wants to win.

It was only when he lost the tie that he realized that the tie was unacceptable. You must win, you can only win, and only by striving for victory will you get a satisfactory result in the end.

If you want a draw, then nine times out of ten you won't even get a draw.

Football matches have three outcomes, defeat, draw and victory, but no one wants a loss right from the start, right?

A draw is a helpless choice that cannot be won. To put it bluntly, as long as there is the ability to win, no one will choose to draw.

So is the Chinese team capable of winning the La Masia Youth B team?

It seems that there is not.

But if you only expect the result of a game from the perspective of whether you have the ability to win, it would be wrong.

A football game is not a simple competition of ability.

Win if you have the ability, and win if you don't have the ability.

It's stupid to know that you can't do it.

But Zhou Yi wants to be such a fool now.

It's the last game, if you don't act stupid, you won't have a chance.

If he finally accepts the setting and result of we are not as strong as the La Masia youth team, so it is normal for us to lose to them, then even if he goes to Dortmund and starts his professional football career, the two Yue's obsession will turn into a huge tumor in his heart, making him feel uneasy.

There is no permanent victory in football, there will always be defeat.

The road of life cannot always be smooth sailing, there will always be setbacks.

Zhou Yi understands this truth, but knowing it doesn't mean he can accept it calmly.

If we must lose, haven't we lost enough before? Why lose this game.

If there are bound to be setbacks in one's life, then isn't the previous 0:12 setback not enough, and this setback should be used again to prove life is impermanent.

no, thank you. I do not accept!

He ran into the goal,

He held the football in his arms next to Sun Pan, and then he stretched out his hand to Sun Pan: What are you doing lying down? Is the artificial turf comfortable to sleep on?

Sun Pan, who was frustrated and regretting, heard Zhou Yi's words, knocked off his outstretched hand, and then got up from the ground in a hurry: Uncomfortable!

Seeing him get up, Zhou Yi ignored him and ran towards the middle circle with the football in his arms.

When he passed by Guo Nu, he slapped Guo Nu hard on the back of the head, who was drooping: Don't lower your head, old Guo. It's even shorter to lower your head.

Guo Nu, who was in frustration and pain, had pain in his back molars from this slap. His frustration of losing the ball and falling behind instantly turned into anger, but after hearing Zhou Yi's words, he was stunned.

He shrank his neck, covered the back of his head, and looked up at Zhou Yi's back.

After beating him, Zhou Yi didn't even look back, and just kept running. He ran very slowly. He said he was running, but he was actually walking, which was faster than slow walking, and slower than jogging.

He saw Zhou Yi running past Yang Muge, and Yang Muge also raised his head, his eyes followed Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi ran into the middle circle and put the football on the kick-off point.

He Ying was standing in the center circle when he lost the ball, and he is still standing there now. He saw Zhou Yi running from the goal, put the football on the kick-off point next to him, and then pressed the football hard with both hands , Push your body up.

Hello, Zhouyi. He Ying said suddenly.

Ah? Zhou Yi looked up at He Ying suspiciously.

It's time for you to end. He Ying said and pointed to the sidelines.

Zhou Yi looked over, only to find that Hao Dong was teaching Yang Fei face-to-face tips.

Only then did he realize that the match had already reached 70 minutes...

But if he is replaced now, what is the point of going all out?

After reacting, Zhou Yi hurriedly ran to the sidelines, his running speed was much faster than before.

He ran directly in front of Hao Dong and Yang Fei, gasped and said, No, no...don't, don't...

He wanted to say don't take him off, but the sprint left him out of breath, and he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

Seeing Zhou Yi like this, Hao Dong shook his head: Zhou Yi, I understand your feelings, but now your physical fitness can no longer support you. You can't do anything if you stay on the court...

Zhou Yi was so out of breath that he couldn't speak, but he still knew how to wave his hands, and he kept waving them. After Hao Dong finished speaking, he finally got over it. Although he was still panting, he was able to say something: Hao, Mr. Hao, I have no problem with my physical strength, really, I have no problem with my physical strength!

Hao Dong raised his hand and showed Zhou Yi his watch: It's been seventy-three minutes, and you were replaced at the latest at seventy-one minutes before.

I know, I know, Mr. Hao... But this time is different, my physical fitness is really fine. I was beaten by them before, and I didn't even have many chances to get the ball, so it didn't cost me much Physical strength... You see, at least I can run here from the middle circle, which means that my physical fitness is fine. Otherwise, I can't even run... Zhou Yi repeatedly defended.

At this time, Yang Fei, who had been silent by the side, also suddenly said: Mr. Hao, why not let Zhou Yi continue to play. I actually think it would be better to let Zhou Yi play on the court.

Hao Dong turned his head to look at Yang Fei in surprise, and even Zhou Yi cast his surprised eyes on Yang Fei.

He still remembers that Yang Fei used to be very close to Liang Qiqi...

Facing the gazes of the two people, Yang Fei looked very calm: I think if we let Zhou Yi down now, we can really only try our best to keep the tie, without even a little room for maneuver. If Zhou Yi stays on the court, at least... At least……

He hesitated for a moment, but said, At least, we still have a chance of winning.

Hao Dong's eyes moved back and forth between the two teenagers, and then he said, Okay.

Zhou Yi couldn't wait to cheer, but was stopped by Hao Dong: But Yang Fei, you have to warm up for me, and be ready to play at any time!

Okay. Yang Fei nodded, turned and ran to the warm-up area.

Zhou Yi also quickly returned to the court.

Hao Dong looked at Zhou Yi's back as he ran back, and shook his head.

He must be hoping to prove to you that he really has physical strength. Xu Yang said beside him.

I know, but I'd rather he keep this part of his strength...

Could it be that you also... Xu Yang was a little surprised.

Hao Dong smiled and said, Who doesn't want to win?

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He Ying saw Zhou Yi running back again: Did you talk to Mr. Hao?

Zhou Yi gasped and nodded: Yes!

He Ying looked at Zhou Yi like this, shook his head and said, Why bother?

Because I want to win. Zhou Yi evened his breath.

There are still twenty minutes, how long can you run like this?

I don't have to run by myself. Zhou Yi laughed.

He Ying was a little surprised by Zhou Yi's words. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhou Yi suspiciously.

Don't run by yourself? Isn't his position and playing style just to keep running? How can you connect the whole team and organize the offense if you don't run? If he doesn't run, what is he doing on the field?

Do you want to watch a play?

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The game started soon, and the players of the La Masia Youth B team couldn't wait. They couldn't wait to pour a few more goals into the Chinese team. Now it seems that it is impossible to score 24 goals for them, and 12 goals are also very close...but it should be possible to score another 7 or 8 goals!

He Ying passed the football to Zhang Tao, and Zhang Tao passed the football back to Zhou Yi.

He Ying didn't rush forward with her head buried, but ran forward while looking back at Zhou Yi.

He wanted to see how Zhou Yi would solve the contradiction between his decline in physical fitness and the requirements of the game.

Zhou Yi didn't delay much after receiving the ball, and quickly passed the football back, directly switching to the feet of central defender Guo Nu.

At the same time, the players of the La Masia Youth Team B swarmed up, overtook him, and rushed towards Guo Nu.

Zhou Yi suddenly shouted: Old Guo, give you Li Liang on the left!

Guo Nu obediently passed the football to the left, even though he didn't really look at what was going on on the left, and she didn't know whether Li Liang must be there.

But football was really passed to Li Liang's feet by him.

Just as Li Liang received the ball, Zhou Yi's voice sounded again: Front right, to Yang Muge!

Li Liang didn't have time to think or observe. Hearing Zhou Yi's shout, he quickly stabbed the football to his right front again.

Yang Muge, who retreated, received the ball from him.

Give it to me! Zhou Yi shouted again.

Yang Muge passed the football over.

With his back facing the attacking direction, Zhou Yi kicked the football to the right and passed it to right back Li Linyuan.

The voice of Zhou Yi also passed with the football: Go forward to Yang Hua!

So Li Linyuan obediently passed the football to Yang Hua.

When Yang Hua got the ball, he heard Zhou Yi shouting again: He Ying!

In this way, the football came to He Ying's feet.

After He Ying received the ball, he couldn't believe it... He finally understood what Zhou Yi meant when he said that he didn't need to run...

It's a shame that he uses words to command, he can't run anymore, but his teammates can still run.

In the past, he ran over to pick up his teammates himself, but now he lets his teammates pick up each other, using this method to connect the whole team...

He Ying was very curious about the structure of Zhou Yi's head, and why he could come up with such a method.

But the surprise is the surprise, He Ying has not forgotten her own mission.

He drove the ball towards the penalty area of ​​the La Masia Youth B team.

Of course, he was quickly intercepted by two opponents, and He Ying was not greedy for the ball, so he immediately passed the ball to Zhou Yi.

After the football circled around under the feet of the players of the Chinese team, Zhou Yi also arrived at his destination. With this time, even if he used to climb, he should have climbed there.

He played a time lag, allowing the football to pass from the feet of his teammates to buy himself time to recover and run. In this way, he doesn't have to go to the next place when he can't even catch his breath like rushing to the market.

Next, Zhou Yi's voice kept ringing over the stadium, and even the cheers outside the stadium cheering for the La Masia youth team couldn't suppress his voice.

Under the command of his shouts, the teammates passed the football back and forth. For three minutes, the La Masia youth team players who were eager to steal the ball and counterattack did not touch the ball!

Xu Yang was dumbfounded watching from the sidelines, then shook his head and kept repeating: It's amazing, it's amazing...

He didn't expect Zhou Yi to use such a method to organize the offense, connect the teams, and control the ball.

Hao Dong didn't speak, but his eyes were shining.

Zhou Yi, once again gave him a surprise call!

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