Walking over from the direction of the goal, Ye Huang looked at the two lonely people with a smile on his face.
"Come on, there are five more balls, I'll defend them, let me see your ability with the ball."
"Forget it, we lost today." At this point, how could Guan Hao not know that the Ye Huang in front of him was definitely a master, and if he continued to compete, he might just be humiliating himself.
"How can you admit defeat? If you don't work hard enough to blow the whistle on the football field, you can't lose your fighting spirit. Don't you know?" Ye Huang said lightly.
"Okay! Let's compete." As soon as Ye Huang said these words, the expressions of Guan Hao and Cheng Ze immediately changed from their depression.
As Ye Huang said, the football field is a place where miracles happen. You can only create miracles if you don't lose your fighting spirit. There are many examples of successful shots at the last second in history. Guan Hao and Cheng Ze naturally know that.
"Is this right? But I hope you can put down your competitiveness for the time being, of course." Ye Huang didn't dare to let them give up completely. If they let go completely, there would be no need to play football.
"Both of you are very talented. Although I didn't see the big man performing at the goal, I think he should be good."
"I thought you would scold me for being useless." Cheng Ze was not someone who couldn't let go. Ye Huang said this with a wry smile on his face.
"Young people can be arrogant, but don't be arrogant. You were too arrogant just now, otherwise I wouldn't have said anything to you."
"Next, I hope you can learn something. After all, I also hope that the national football team can enter the World Cup."
"What do you mean?" Guan Hao was a little stunned by Ye Huang's words.
"I'm going to teach you something that you've never been exposed to before. Do you want to kick real leaf balls, banana balls, elevator balls? Do you want to kick a zero-degree angle shot?"
Ye Huang was like a magic stick, with a bewitching smile on his face and said to Guan Hao and Cheng Ze.
"You...you're teaching us, are you kidding?!" Cheng Ze didn't believe it the most, and pointed at himself with his eyes wide open.
"Brother, I know you are very good at goalkeeping, but are you sure you are also very good at shooting?"
"How about giving it a try?" Ye Huang raised his eyebrows, knowing that the other party was not convinced.
"Just give it a try. I'm already embarrassed anyway and I'm not afraid of being embarrassed again. I'll keep the goalkeeper for five goals." As he said that, the opponent walked to the sidelines and took out a pair of gloves specially designed for football goalkeepers from one of the girls' schoolbags.
"You are quite professional, you always carry this thing with you."
"That's right, we are professional athletes competing for the World Cup." Cheng Ze rolled his eyes at Ye Huang and said proudly.
"To compete in the World Cup, you have to pass my level first and then talk about it." Ye Huang smiled lightly and did not express too many opinions.
In fact, the physical fitness of domestic players is not bad, but they are too lazy, too stupid, and have poor awareness.
Someone once said this about Chinese players:
First, stop the ball. The defender who can hear the ball a hundred meters away from his feet and shoot it, forcing the opponent's goalkeeper to make a save, is a Chinese player.
Second, passing, players who can make short passes within five meters, and have defenders and forwards play two-on-one 50 meters apart are Chinese players.
Third, penalty kicks. Only Chinese players can knock over the corner flag when taking a penalty kick.
Fourth, steal. Only Chinese players can steal the ball from the feet of unrestrained players and take the lead to their own goal penalty area.
Fifth, the referee, the only ones who dare to spit at the referee and chase other players are Chinese players.
Sixth, when riding a bicycle, only Chinese players can break themselves into fractures after pedaling half a bicycle.
Seventh, physical fitness, there are probably only Chinese players in the world who can't even outrun the referee.
Eighth, in terms of professional ethics, no one except Chinese players would dare to take football for granted.
Although the above eight points were a bit harsh, after Ye Huang read them again, he felt that they were not unreasonable.
Although the physical fitness of Korean players and Japanese players is not as good as that of domestic players, they have good brains and good attitudes, and they can always enter the World Cup.
Look at a bunch of people in China. Sports have almost become the entertainment industry. They do well in their side jobs, but they are useless at playing football. They shoot every goal and kick the ball, but the ball misses and the person falls badly.
This kind of thing is not uncommon in the Chinese league in recent years.
In this situation, even if we invite legendary coaches like Ferguson and Mourinho, we probably won't be able to save the situation.
There is no way, if your attitude is not correct and your consciousness is not good enough, and if you don't let others tell you, Guanyin Bodhisattva will not save you.
Naturally, Ye Huang did not say this to these two people.
No matter what happens to them in the future, at least the current momentum is very strong, and the footwork of the two shooting just now is good.
Although Cheng Ze is a bit nervous, his shooting skills are better than those who run on the field. Ye Huang does not deny this.
Cheng Ze ran to the goal, put on his gloves and looked like a formidable enemy, while Ye Huang kicked the ball into the center of the field.
There are still five or six meters away from the penalty kick and fifteen meters away from the goal.
"Are you...are you sure you want to play there?"
Seeing that Emperor Ye was so far away, Cheng Ze asked.
"Distance doesn't matter, what matters is how you play."
"Okay, I see you are more arrogant than me." After hearing what Ye Huang said, Cheng Ze looked depressed.
"***, I have to stop one of you this time, otherwise I will lose my fortune."
Standing at the goal, Cheng Ze's palms began to sweat.
The shot was saved. It would be really embarrassing if he couldn't catch it.
"Attention, I'm kicking."
After saying that, Ye Huang directly kicked off, and the football flew out in an arc. The entire football flew out without any rotation while flying in the air.
"Leaf ball!"
Someone outside the field suddenly shouted. The football that had already flown outside the goal suddenly fell when it was about to enter Cheng Ze's saving range. It fell directly into the goal, bounced on the ground and penetrated inside.
Cheng Ze was stupid. It was not only Cheng Ze but also Guan Hao who was stupid.
Anyone who knows football knows about fallen leaf ball, because it is a superb skill that only football masters can play.
The best players in the world at the time were Albertini of AC Milan in Italy and Andrea Pirlo of Juventus. Portugal's Cristiano Ronaldo also had considerable knowledge of the ball.
On the court, these all-powerful stars always use such shocking footwork to penetrate the local walls time and time again.
Now, right before his eyes, Ye Huang easily penetrated Cheng Ze's fingers with a fallen leaf ball.
Guan Hao could see that Ye Huang deliberately kicked the ball very slowly so that they could see it. Otherwise, the ball would be shot in at an unknown speed many times faster than before.
At this moment, Guan Hao looked at what Ye Huang had just said seriously again.
