Yi Zhe couldn't believe that this was a competition venue that could be seen in Europe. The court was full of potholes left by simple renovations after the turf was turned over due to heavy rains. Moreover, it was raining non-stop, and these small potholes turned into one
There is a water storage pit. Yi Zhe believes that on the court, the ball will never be pushed through the ground.
If I hadn't prepared in advance in the upgraded version of the system, I might have really finished today!
But even in such heavy rain, the home fans still lit fireworks in the stands and opened their arms to "entertain" Wolfsburg players.
"Ula!!!!"
"Ula!!!!"
"Ula!!!!"
The cheers, which were very characteristic of the region, sounded familiar and friendly to Yi Zhe, which was very different from the gloomy or angry expressions of his teammates around him.
"What expressions, guys! Are we here to win?" Yi Zhe loudly slapped Bendtner, who was bowing his head, and Perisic, who had evil fire in his eyes.
"Yi, with this kind of weather, the trouble will not be small." Bendtner said.
But Yi Zhe quickly responded: "Nick, you just need to run towards the goal and let me see the opportunity. How to do it is my business."
As confident as ever, even if the right time, place and people are not favorable, even if De Bruyne is in trouble, Yi Zhe is more confident. The temporary starting midfielder Hongte is a very talkative person. Yi Zhe's current performance
It made him not think so much.
"Yi, don't worry, I won't fight for the ball with you." After all, he is an experienced German international, and he knows that he only needs to do his part, and he will definitely not be able to steal the limelight from this young man who is gaining momentum.
But Yi Zhe corrected him very gently: "It should be Wolfsburg who needs to play winning football!"
The opening whistle of this game was blown in the heavy rain. Kris Nodal, who was playing at home, pounced directly after the kick-off. The No. 10 midfielder Akhmedov, who was mentioned by Yi Zhe, took aim.
Yi Zhe.
In the heavy rain, Yi Zhe lost the ball when he stopped the ball for the first time. The ball bounced directly on the ground. It was completely unexpected. He could only fight Akhmedov head-on with his feet in the air.
"Yi Zhe! Hahaha, the heavy rain on the scene today is destined to steal the show. With Yi Zhe's foot skills, he also needs to adapt. This time he competes with Akhmedov...Yi Zhe is faster and can pass directly! Wow
,pretty!"
The confrontation at this moment has proved that the mistake in stopping the ball just now is just a small tidbit. The head-on confrontation further reflects the difference between the two people's understanding of football. Akhmedov wanted to knock Yi Zhe down to stop him, but Yi Zhe's
He is not in his eyes at all, but the space behind him!
So when Akhmedov stretched his foot fiercely at him, Yi Zhe used his toes to flick the water, and the ball was already stuck behind him in the air. He immediately dodged to the side, perfectly avoiding Akhmedov.
Dove's pressing.
"Yi!!!!!!" Reese Lubet saw Yi Zhe's operation and instantly began to look forward to it.
Yi Zhe got out of the way of Ahmedov, but before he could catch up with the ball, full-back Kalesin moved laterally to cover the position, and simply and crudely stepped up and shoveled the ball.
"Ula!!!!"
Seeing Yi Zhe being knocked down, the home fans burst into loud cheers praising the team's "courage."
Heijing ran directly to the sidelines and rushed to the referee with arms spread wide. He had been holding back his anger before the game started, but now it exploded.
"They did it on purpose! This is murder!"
This time he was really furious, but the Portuguese referee Diaz on duty came over and just gave the opponent a verbal warning, and took a look at Yi Zhe who was lying on the ground.
The teammates were even more nervous, and Perisic even raised his fists. It was unfortunate that De Bruyne could not play, but it was unacceptable for Yi Zhe to have another accident.
But Yi Zhe was fine, he just habitually raised his right leg high and then rolled over to sit up.
"Yi, can you not test my psychological quality like this next time?" Perisic looked quite unhappy.
But Yi Zhe corrected him seriously: "I'm not testing you now, Ivan, it's the Russians who are testing us! We must play football that belongs to Wolfsburg!"
This is not a slogan, but a tactical trend. Yi Zhe gave up passing and controlling the ball on the ground, took the ball in the center circle, and made a long pass directly behind the opponent's full-back. Although Perisic's words were unreliable, he still had no words on the court.
Gotta say.
Although this time he was very unlucky, he went to the penalty area and fired an angry shot towards the goal but was saved by the goalkeeper, but Wolfsburg has already shown its edge.
As soon as the camera turned, everyone discovered that Yi Zhe had fallen on the court again. This was the second time within a minute. This time the referee finally showed Kalesin a yellow card.
But such punishment does not seem to be enough to satisfy Reese Lubet
"The same violation twice, Kalesin is so lucky, it was just a yellow card!"
Yi Zhe stood up with a grin on his face. Even Perisic became nervous again. Even if he could make a joke, everyone was still worried that Yi Zhe was really injured.
"Oh shit!"
Yi Zhe cursed secretly. He found that his opponents in the Europa League were indeed not that easy to fool. With the support of the system, he could easily avoid tackles in the Bundesliga and would never be kicked.
But this opponent is really ruthless!
Yi Zhe stood up from the ground and glanced at the full-back Kalesin standing next to him. He had a fierce look on his face and rubbed his shiny bald head.
"Pass the ball! Give it to me!"
Yi Zhe suddenly let out an unquestionable shout. Gustavo cooperated very well and knocked the ball directly over. Yi Zhe picked up the ball near the arc of the center circle. Akhmedov and Kalesin surrounded Yi Zhe at the same time.
.
But no one expected that Yi Zhe would suddenly exert force and throw the ball ten meters away. To some domestic players, this might be considered a ball stopping error, but for Yi Zhe, people would never think so.
"Yi, there is space in front of him, Yi...oh! Yi actually accelerated directly! The Russian goal is his prey! Yi! Yi! He has surpassed everyone! Run, Yi - ow!"
"Oh, Yi Zhe, a world-class overtaking! Kalesin, Akhmedov... Krisnodar's two tough guys were killed directly! Kalesin tried to pull, but Yi Zhe's speed was like a hurricane.
Passed! He fell down, and Akhmedov was still making stubborn efforts, but he was destined to be unable to catch up, single sword—single sword!!!!"
Yi Zhe accelerated violently in the midfield, not only passed these two tough guys, but also overtook Swedish central defender Granqvist, went directly into the penalty area, challenged the goalkeeper, and shot a light shot past the fingers of goalkeeper Dekan.
, scored the first goal in the first six minutes and sent the ball into the goal.
Kalesin and Akhmedov finally recovered in embarrassment, watching Yi Zhe fend off everyone, looking at them with frivolous eyes, standing alone in the middle of the court, holding his arms and completing the straddle, all the shots
Focus on him alone.
"Woo——"
The home fans collectively booed, and the two people who were killed instantly looked angry. This is our territory!
But Yi Zhe was also angered, and this way of celebrating was for everyone to see.
Play hard?
Come again! I specialize in treating ruthless people!
