[Football] Crown of Thorns

During the half-time break, Portuguese coach Crudo made some fine-tuning of the tactics on the field. He asked the players to control the ball while strengthening the defense, slow down the rhythm, and cooperate more with teammates, so as not to be meaningless Passing the ball, especially the midfielders, Crudo glanced at Gama when he said this. In the whole first half, Gama was the best performer in the Portuguese team. If he hadn't strengthened his control in the midfield And the corresponding retreat from time to time to take the ball and control the ball. The Portuguese team's defense must have been kicked by the Brazilian team.

Although the Brazilian team's overall coordination is not particularly good, and the defense is not particularly good, but the players in their team can break through the Portuguese team's defense with a flash of inspiration. That kind of amazing talent sometimes makes people have to I sighed, "When God created the Brazilians, did he particularly prefer to leave them with more talents?" Like that, you defended tightly for almost the entire game, but only one person had a flash of inspiration and scored a goal. You I can only watch the performances of the geniuses and sigh in awe.

Crudo is now very grateful that he called Gama under the pressure. Indeed, as an old friend said, it would be unacceptable not to call this kid.

It is a pity that it is estimated that once the World Youth Championship is over, he will not be able to keep Gama - because he is not only the coach of the U20 National Youth Team, but also the coach of the U21 and Olympic teams.

"Gama, even if you slow down the tempo, cooperate when you can't control the ball, and pass the ball more."

Crudo enjoined Gama.

Gama nodded, he glanced at the teammates in front of him, Crudo pursed his lips, "Canela, Joao and Veloso, you should pay attention to Gama's pass, just seize the opportunity, we There are not many opportunities, don't waste them."

Hearing the coach's request, several people nodded.

They also know that it is not easy for their teammates to control the midfield organization, and it is really a pity to waste a few opportunities in the first half.

After the start of the second half, Gama did not rush to attack after getting the ball passed by his teammates. Instead, he controlled the football back and forth under his feet and observed the opponent's defense line from near the center circle. He raised his head and did not look at the football under his feet. , He is a player who can use his left and right feet flexibly, so that he is not easy to be defended by opponents whether in dribbling or passing.

Dalton of the Brazilian team is defending him. This player with a dark complexion has a strong body and moves quickly. Of course, the most annoying thing is that he has a lot of small movements on his hands. There were a lot of black hands on the thigh.

Gama knew that he had to find his teammates to share the pressure after resisting twice. He turned his head and scanned the surrounding situation, and found that his teammates were blocked by the ground players in the Brazilian team's half.

With his head held high, Gama fought against Dalton again, and after two seconds, Gama took the initiative to take a step back, and Dalton stepped forward to defend.

At this time, Gama turned slightly sideways, with his right foot back and his left foot forward, and the football was bouncing back and forth between his feet.

Dalton didn't dare to hook his feet here, in case Gama fell down, he would get a card.

But Jia Ma is not the kind of player who likes to take chances by falling, he is just luring the opponent.

Sure enough, after Dalton failed to hook the ball two or three times in a row, he put his hand on Gama's waist in some unhappiness. something else.

Really?

of course not.

Dalton pinned one leg to the inside of Gama's right leg, and at the same time pressed his hand against Gama's abdomen. Gama had already suffered a few times, so he naturally wouldn't be careless. After sensing the opponent's movements, he , Gama tightened his arms, put his palms on his abdomen and directly grabbed the elbow that Dalton was trying to push against, and made a hook with his index finger, thumb, and two fingers, hitting hard on the point where Dalton's elbow was numb.

The sudden numbness made Dalton freeze for a second, and Gama took advantage of this opportunity to hook the ball with his feet, and flew away in an instant.

It may take a lot of words to describe the movement, but the time it takes for these two pushing movements may not even take ten seconds.

Everyone only saw their confrontation and pushing, and then Gama broke through with the ball.

When Dalton turned his head, he could only see Gama's back, and he yelled, "He fouled."

At this time, the referee had followed Gama to the Brazilian team's half. Dalton was very angry and shouted loudly while chasing.

At this time, who cares if you shout or not, the Portuguese team's offense.

The players of the Brazilian team rushed over to stop Gama, and Gama raised his speed to the highest at this time. He ran with all his strength, and because he was too hard, he showed a ferocious face in the broadcast camera, and his neck was blue. The bamboo bars are all drummed up.

Running wildly in the wind, I use my legs to fight for a chance.

Pushing the ball, hitting the wall, passing back, picking again, catching the ball, distributing the ball, there is no need for fancy tricks, all I need is such a simple movement.

Movement, surprise, coordination, control, and rhythm, these are all I can do.

Outside the stadium, the cheers of the fans resounded through the sky.

On the field, Gama is running, moving forward, here...

"what!!!!!!!!!!!"

Perez in the studio screamed.

"Beautiful, so beautiful, can I say that I am a Gama fan now, I am in love with him!!!!"

His crazy roar made Rui on the side make a gesture of "I can't stand him".

There was a burst of laughter.

In the Cairo stadium, Gama stood in Brazil's half, with his hands on his waist, quietly watching the opponent's goal.

Just now, in order to stop his attack, the Brazilian defender had to interrupt his pace with a foul.

A yellow card, plus a free kick, this is the price of stopping Gama.

"Pity!"

After the excitement, Perez in the studio thought about it.

"If it wasn't for Brazil blocking Gama with an intentional foul, the goal just now must have been the most beautiful goal."

said an aggrieved Perez.

Rui glanced at him, "I remember in the last game you said that Gama's free kick was the most beautiful goal."

"His goals are beautiful."

Perez insisted on his own opinion, "I noticed when I was collecting Gama's data that although he didn't score many goals, almost all of them were Guan Jian's goals, either lore goals or goals. It is the goal that breaks the deadlock, and his free kicks often bring the team goals at critical moments. I think this kind of player who can create opportunities for the team at critical moments is a big-time player and a great player. A player who is useful to the team."

"Okay, okay, I know you are a Gama fan now, please calm down, we are live broadcasting."

Rui called him helplessly.

Perez looked at him, "You should contact Paul!"

"Oh please~~"

Rui was even more helpless.

The audience laughed together.

Gama stood behind the football, looking calmly at the goal in front of him.

With the whistle of the referee, he leaned his body and kicked heavily under the football, and the football flew into the air.

But this ball is a pity. In order to avoid the human wall, the football, which was too pursuit of angle, bypassed the human wall and dodged the goalkeeper, but hit the goal post hard and popped out of the baseline.

There was a cry of regret from the audience.

Jia Ma shook his head in disappointment, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He usually scores seven or eight out of ten free kicks in training, but in games, he can score one or two out of ten free kicks and he is a master.

"Beautiful kick."

Furtado rubbed Gama's head.

Gama shook his head unhappily, "It's so dirty."

"Fault, I'm used to your fault."

Furtado ruthlessly rubbed his dirty paws on Jiama's head twice before running away laughing.

Jia Ma clenched his fist angrily, he didn't dare to put his middle finger here, it would be a big trouble if he was seen.

You wait for me when the game is over.

Jia Ma gritted his teeth and ran away quickly, the opponent was about to serve.

In the following time, the Brazilian team also organized several counterattacks, but they all retreated in the tenacious defense of the Portuguese boys.

Although the opponent's attack was prevented, the overall situation of the Portuguese team was not optimistic.

In order to prevent Brazil's attack, Portugal's defense now almost has a yellow card. If they can really win this game, Portugal's defense will be dangerous in the next game.

What's more, it's hard for them to say whether they can win this game!

"hateful!"

Gama, who got up from the ground, patted the dirt on the jersey, because the sweat had wet the jersey, and the dirt on the ground had stained his jersey into stains one after another.

The Brazilian players seem to have found a way to deal with Gama, which is to defend him with all their strength.

One-on-one or two-on-one double-teaming, as long as Gama is brought down, the Portuguese team's midfield organization will not be able to play, and the Brazilian team's offense will be much easier.

Seeing Gama fall to the ground again and again, the Portuguese team protested again and again, but the Brazilian team kept staring at Gama.

"It can't go on like this, do you want to switch to Gama?"

The assistant coach asked the coach Crudo.

Crudo is also very anxious, but currently none of the players in his hands can hold the position of Jiama.

Gama was already exhausted. He stretched out his hands to touch his waist and the outside of his thighs. He felt that these places must have been bruised, and the Brazilians were really ruthless.

Looking up at the screen on the field, time is running out.

Taking a deep breath, Gama pursed his lips, raised his arms, and asked for the ball.

The ball was passed, Gama squeezed out of the opponent's double-team, mobilized his teammates to move, and then pointed forward.

This is a high-altitude ball.

Furtado, who came in from behind, jumped up and headed the goal.

Opponent goalkeeper Renan punched the ball out of the goal.

Veloso rushed over to grab a point and shoot again.

The ball hit Brazil defender Douglas and bounced out again.

The football was flying back and forth in the penalty area. The penalty area was in chaos. Players from both sides crowded together. No one knew who blocked or kicked the ball. The football flew back and forth in the air and finally landed on the ground. At the foot of Brazil's Sousa.

Sousa dribbled the ball and turned and rushed towards Portugal's half.

The players started chasing back.

Turn on the 50-meter race mode on the court, and you chase after me.

The goalkeeper of the Portuguese team, Mika, jumped back and forth nervously in front of the goal, staring at the attacking Brazilian without daring to blink.

In front of the penalty area, Sosa passed the ball, and the ball fell to the feet of teammate Giuliano. Giuliano swung past the exhausted Portuguese defender Monteiro and rushed into the penalty area.

"No offside, no offside!!!"

The Brazilian commentator roared loudly.

Furtado pounced, throwing himself in mid-air to try to block the opponent's shot, and then Brazil's Giuliano didn't shoot, he just feinted the ball in the air and passed the ball to teammate Fabrizio.

Now that his teammates have removed all the defensive players and even the goalkeeper, Fabrizio grinned and hit the ball into the unblocked goal with a light push.

In the 89th minute of the second half, Brazil scored a goal to lead [-]-[-].

Hearing the whistle of the referee's effective goal, Gama stopped in disappointment and shook his head helplessly.

Whoever makes them keep missing good opportunities is retribution.

Gama sighed and looked at the time on the sidelines again.

It's too late, they're out of time.

Gama had a difficult premonition, although in the next 6 minutes and 4 minutes of stoppage time, a total of 10 minutes, the two opportunities he created with all his strength were wasted by his teammates, and in the end he could only watch helplessly. The whistle sounded for the end of the game.

This is the end of Jiama's first World Youth Championship.

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PS: The writing of the competition is so tiring~