On the night of the game, Yi Zhe finally completed the simulation training of the Full Moon Scimitar set kick in the system. The set kick he kicked had almost the same weird spin as Beckham, and got the Beckham in the system.
Recognition. The system soon received official certification.
[Dear! Congratulations! You have unlocked the special ability: Full Moon Scimitar Set Kick. Now you will receive the system reward: Sky Eye Attribute. After obtaining this attribute, you can check the ability value attributes of the opponent players in the system. Know yourself and the enemy and you will be victorious in every battle.
!]
This was an unexpected surprise. Yi Zhe did not expect that the criteria for issuing rewards after unlocking system functions would also change.
"Dear, single competition target tasks will no longer be released when the system is advanced. The system reward standard depends on the host's progress in acquiring special abilities. Hard work is the shortcut to success for professional players!"
Yi Zhe lamented that the system was really capable of playing tricks, but when he saw his set piece attributes suddenly rising to 97, he instantly felt that the rules of the system were very scientific.
Out of respect, Yi Zhe still simulated the game with Paraguay in the system, but he only simulated three games. After taking a look at the ability value, he felt that he was not interested. In the system simulation, the national team that had just started to "run" and play football was
There were two wins and two draws, neither of which was lost to Paraguay, and the opponent's players were mediocre, with only the biggest player, Santa Cruz, having a few abilities above 80.
The opponent was not strong enough, so Yi Zhe chose to let the system disappear and quietly have a good sleep before his debut.
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On the day of the game, the national team arrived at the competition venue two hours early. Sitting on the bus, they looked at the promotional banners on the surrounding street light poles along the way.
“Come to Changsha to watch the national football team!”
"Yi Zhe's debut with the national team is a wonderful event not to be missed!"
The national team players looked at these slogans and joked about Yi Zhe one by one.
"Zizhen! Zhe, I have never convinced anyone in my life, but you are one of them." Center defender Feng Xiaoting joked, patting him on the shoulder from behind.
"My Zhe is awesome!" Yu Hai also said with a loud laugh.
"If I had known that I would be treated like this, I should have fought hard back then, even if I did it!" Right back Zhang Linpeng sighed with emotion.
The contrast was even more obvious when we arrived at the entrance of the stadium. The fans had already surrounded the place three times. The other national team players came down and just applauded and cheered at an ordinary level. When it was Yi Zhe's turn, they all swarmed up and screamed.
"Yizhe!!!! Oh oh oh!!!!"
"Yi Zhe!!!!Look here!!!!!"
Just as Yi Zhe was about to smile, a figure suddenly squeezed out from the crowd and hugged him.
"Hahahaha! Brother Zhe! I've finally waited for you! It's me!"
Security personnel immediately came up to pull the "fan" away. Only then did Yi Zhe see clearly, but the person in front of him really surprised him. But now the game was important and the team was anxious to enter the field. Yi Zhe just asked him loudly: "
Do you have a ticket?"
"Must do it!" the "fan" said with a smile.
"Let's talk after I finish the game!"
"Okay!" The "fan" was very excited: "Brother Zhe, hurry up and finally see this day, fuck him!"
Zheng Zhi had been waiting for Yi Zhe. When he saw him approaching, he asked curiously: "Zhe, what happened just now? Are these fans too enthusiastic?"
"That's not a fan, Brother Zhi."
Yi Zhe replied with a smile. Seeing the confused expression on the captain's face, he smiled and explained: "He looks quite young, right? Haha, if everything was normal back then, that guy must be one of us now."
Even with Zheng Zhi's experience, his eyes widened when he heard this: "No way? Then what... doesn't it mean that we should have two talented players like you?"
Yi Zhe didn't answer, but his memory instantly returned to a few years ago, when he participated in the national auditions and was on his team, the "second idiot" who was as fast as the wind on the wing and was as good as others...
In the locker room, Yi Zhe picked up his national team jersey and turned it over several times before slowly putting it on.
"Haha! Zhe, many reporters are comparing you to Xavi! Hey, it seems that Xavi is No. 8 in the national team."
Yi Zhe responded with a smile on his face and a serious tone: "I can be Harvey, but can we run?"
The teammates all patted their chests and promised: "We can definitely do it!"
"That's no problem!" Yi Zhe's tone became more powerful: "Run! Pass the ball quickly! I have always believed that no one in the world can run faster than the ball, so just pass the ball. If you can't think of who to pass it to,
,Give me the ball!”
Yi Zhe said this directly, and the head coach Perlan was only slightly surprised, but the other Chinese staff were shocked - they had never seen such a tough young man! How did this kid get out there?
But unexpectedly, there was no chill in the atmosphere in the locker room, and everything seemed to be quite harmonious.
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Amid the cheers of nearly 40,000 fans at Changsha Helong Sports Center, Yi Zhe stood in the center circle and received Gao Lin's pass.
"Yi Zhe has the ball! This is the first time he has the ball in the national team!" On a different occasion, He Wei's voice was obviously more powerful: "Yi Zhe has already demonstrated his strong ability to dominate the midfield in the Bundesliga.
, Yi Zhe of the national team is totally worth looking forward to!"
However, after receiving the ball in the frontcourt, Yi Zhe did not pass the ball forward, but played it back to Zheng Zhi.
"Pass it around!"
He yelled like he was on the training ground.
Zheng Zhi made a through pass to the right side, and left midfielder Sun Ke took the ball and found Gao Lin at the front of the penalty area.
Yi Zhe approached him at this moment again.
"pass it to me!"
Yi Zhe once again received a pass from Gao Lin and quickly pulled back to avoid the opponent's defensive midfielder Cáceres. The fast pace obviously caught the opponent off guard and subconsciously caused confusion.
"Oh——" The crowd cheered.
Yi Zhe once again passed the ball to Cai Huikang, the pressing midfielder behind him, and continued to shout tirelessly: "Pass the ball, pass the ball!"
Although he is placed in the front midfielder position, he almost tirelessly connects back and forth between the defensive midfielder and the front midfielder, communicating the position of each teammate with quick passes.
In fact, he didn't use his full strength at all, at least half a beat slower than at Wolfsburg, so he was taking care of these teammates. But in the eyes of the fans, he quickly transmitted the ball at the beginning and smashed the Paraguay backcourt to pieces... This is really China
Team?
"This is Yi Zhe's first start for the national team, and the effect is immediate! This is his way of playing, a completely Bundesliga way of playing!" He Wei said in an exciting tone.
The Paraguayan midfielder found that he could not keep up with Yi Zhe's rhythm and could only push forward Gao Lin down the moment he got the ball.
Yi Zhe walked over and stretched out his hand to Gao Lin.
"Brother Gao Lin, you played pretty well!"
Gao Lin grinned and clenched his fist into a fist, pinching Yi Zhe's hand: "That's how it feels! This is how we played when we were young! Damn, it seems I'm not old enough to still play!"
This time there was no need for Yi Zhe. He got up and turned around and shouted: "You all run up and fuck them!"
