Zhao Yang didn't touch a ball in the five minutes he played.
The ball was not in Qiqi's feet, and they were passively defending.
Teammates don't trust Zhao Yang.
There are very few opportunities to counterattack, so how could it be passed to a new substitute?
Sixty-two minutes.
Bastrana Youth Team made a cross from the left.
The restricted area of the starting team was in chaos.
The defender pushed the ball out and landed in front of Zhao Yang at the edge of the penalty area.
Zhao Yang took a flying kick and tried to clear the ball away.
Bang!
Someone hit Zhao Yang from behind.
Zhao Yang stumbled forward, missing the ball, and the ball hit him and bounced out.
Zhao Yang took advantage of the situation and moved the ball forward.
At the same time, a young player from Bastrana rushed over from the left and stretched his foot to steal the ball.
The two may have matched up before signing on to their football skills.
And at this moment.
Zhao Yang subconsciously moved the ball forward with the inside of his right foot.
Follow up quickly.
The inner side of your left foot should stand neatly in a straight line straight ahead.
The player who stole the ball was easily moved behind him.
The scene was very chaotic, but many people still saw this scene.
This new substitute is not easy.
There were several players and fans of the Bastrana youth team who were surprised.
However,
The players of the Qi Cheng team were even more surprised than their opponents.
"Too fast! They look like fried meatballs."
"This kid can actually do this trick. I've never seen him use it before!"
"She looks quite familiar. She doesn't show her real face."
…
After passing people, the front of Zhao Yang was as open as a grassland.
He looked ahead.
He has no teammates of his own.
Zhao Yang quickly dribbled the ball forward.
The Qicheng team's players were constantly beaten and their confidence was severely damaged.
Zhao Yang counterattacked with the ball, but few teammates followed him and hesitantly.
The only one who advanced at high speed was forward Wu Lei.
The Bastrana Youth defender reacted quickly.
Zhao Yang didn't take a few steps, but a defender quickly came over.
Zhao Yang just passed a player easily and his confidence increased greatly.
Since playing football, he has never beaten a defensive player so easily.
Facing the aggressive defender, Zhao Yang rushed forward.
Bastrana's youth central defender has played a lot and is experienced. He did not pounce, but slowed down.
Zhao Yang accelerated and approached his opponent.
The defender had no time to retreat. He saw the distance within his reach and decisively attacked with his foot.
Zhao Yang moved his left foot, stepped forward, and pushed with his right foot.
It's "fried meatballs" again.
The defender was caught off guard.
Zhao Yang flew past the defender like a wind.
When the defender saw Zhao Yang changing direction, he felt something bad and quickly reached out to grab him.
He wanted to use a foul to stop Zhao Yang's attack.
He caught the hem of his clothes.
Zhao Yang felt it, and he accelerated and rushed, causing the defender to stagger.
Zhao Yang's progress did not slow down and he continued to rush towards the penalty area.
When I passed the first person, there was chaos and not many people paid attention.
This time, Zhao Yang broke into the company camp alone, and everyone's eyes were on him.
Seeing how easily Zhao Yang got past the opponent's back-breaking defender, there was an exclamation of surprise from the sidelines.
"Juan was passed."
"Ah, it's dangerous behind!"
"Who is this kid?"
"It's been two, it's so fierce!"
…
There were many Chinese living in Spain on the sidelines.
Previously, Qicheng team had been beaten hard, and they suffered for most of the game.
At this moment, they became active, applauded hard, and shouted loudly.
"Come on on the 18th!"
"One in on the 18th."
"No. 18, No. 18, No. 18..."
…
They didn't know Zhao Yang's name yet, so they just called his number.
There are two people with special identities in the stands of St. Andrew's Stadium.
Among them, an old man in his fifties with a slightly hooked nose named Carlos is the owner of the St. Andrew Club.
Another blond middle-aged man in his thirties named Jose is the youth team coach of the St. Andrew Club.
The two men had been chatting since the beginning of the game, only occasionally glancing at the progress of the game.
Seeing Zhao Yang pass the central defender again with "fried meatballs", Carlos nodded in surprise.
"Jose, there's something about this young man."
Jose muttered: "Actually, I'm just a little more skillful in passing people. It's because Juan pounced too hard...ah...it broke..."
Zhao Yang is getting closer and closer to the penalty area.
In the end, the defender had to rush towards Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang saw Wu Lei cutting in at high speed out of the corner of his eye.
He decisively pushed the ball diagonally and passed it to Wu Lei.
The last defender was attracted by Zhao Yang, and Wu Lei received the ball without any interference.
Taking the ball forward, Wu Lei easily headed towards the penalty area.
The goalkeeper bent over and struck quickly.
Wu Lei pushed with the arch of his foot and the ball flew from the goalkeeper's feet into the net.
1:2
After scoring the goal, Wu Lei was so excited that he opened his arms and ran towards Zhao Yang who came to help him.
"Well done!"
"Nice cum!"
Zhao Yang and Wu Lei hugged each other tightly, slapping each other excitedly.
The other players of the Qicheng team ran towards Wu Lei and Zhao Yang.
Everyone hugged each other, hugged their heads, and patted their backs. The excitement was beyond words.
"It's in, it's in, it's in..."
The Chinese international student fans on the sidelines applauded and cheered wildly.
The players and fans of Bastrana Youth were dumbfounded.
This is when their attack is most intense.
Continuous shots, and one hit the goal post.
The score is about to expand.
At this time, No. 18, who had just come on the scene, gave them a head-on blow.
It's No. 18, not No. 9 who scored the goal.
No. 18 did almost all the work, and No. 9 just had to put the ball in the goal.
Bastrana youth number 10 Andres was angry.
"Look at the new number 18!
"They must not be allowed to score again."
"Continue to attack and expand the score. 2:1 is not safe!"
He gave orders to his teammates fiercely.
While celebrating, Huang Lu made a prompt decision.
Lift Zhao Yang's position upward and stand in a position similar to the front midfielder.
This makes it easier to create offensive opportunities for the forwards.
The unanimous approval of the Qi Cheng team players.
The Qicheng team is still one goal behind. They don't want to lose, and they can't lose.
The game starts again.
Kick-off from the center circle.
The departure team was suddenly hit by a big gift package.
The young people of Bastrana made a long pass and attacked quickly.
The Qicheng team made a big clearance from the backcourt.
Bastrana young defender made a mistake when fighting Wu Lei.
The ball went over the top.
Zhao Yang, who was roaming in the frontcourt, moved forward smartly.
He rushed over regardless of his own safety.
Leap high!
Fight for the top!
The young goalkeeper of Bastrana struck outside the penalty area and hit the ball with both fists.
The defender flew from one side to make a clearance.
Zhao Yang started earlier, jumped higher, and pushed the ball from the goalkeeper's fingertips to the goal.
Zhao Yang, the goalkeeper, and the defender collided into a ball.
ball
It fluttered into the net.
2:2
In less than 6 minutes, Zhao Yang passed and shot, helping Qicheng team equalize the score.
The whole place was dead silent!
Everyone was stunned!
No one could have imagined that the goal would appear in such a sudden way.
A short moment.
The Qicheng team's character exploded and they actually evened the 2-goal gap.
"It's in! It's in again!"
"Oh my god! It's in again!"
"It actually got in!"
…
The applause was like thunder and the roar was like waves.
The two to three hundred Chinese fans at the scene erupted with more momentum than thousands of Spaniards.
Zhao Yang has scored many goals.
But it has never been as good as this time.
His mind went blank, he mechanically got up, clenched his fists, and rushed to the sideline.
Huang Lu, who was shouting wildly, rushed over and hugged Zhao Yang.
"Niu! Niu Cha!"
"amazing!"
""Zhao Yang! Awesome! You are so awesome!"
Now!
International students from China have already found out about Zhao Yang's name.
They shouted in unison.
"Zhao Yang Zhao Yang Zhao Yang..."
Scored again! The score was even!
Carlos and Jose in the stands couldn't help but glance at each other.
Carlos shook his head and said: "Agile, fast, strong, and adept at making mistakes, this young man is really good."
Jose felt a little regretful, "It's really good, but he seems to be a little old. If he is raised from a young age, he will definitely be able to join a professional team."
Carlos laughed loudly: "China's training level is not good. This is the reason why their football level has not improved."
Jose stood up and said with a smile: "Mr. Carlos, it seems that Andres' team will have a hard time winning the game. I'll go down and help him."