When Zhou Yi passed the football to Kawadang and He Ying turned around and ran to Kawadang, Kister from a corner outside the field shouted softly.

"oh!"

He was applauding Zhou Yi's pass.

He grasped the space with a keen and precise grasp and sent the football over. Without hesitation, he passed it when it was time to pass it.

If he passes a little later, then the Chelsea youth team's central defender will react and force it back up, and the attack will not be able to be fought this time.

If the propaganda is too early, the intention of the offensive will be seen through this time, and the No. 10 will not be able to take Chelsea's central defender away.

So, the timing is great.

No wonder Klopp is so interested in this kid...

In the last game against Arsenal, Kester observed Zhou Yi's halftime game until he played. Although he was surprised by Zhou Yi's sorting and controlling the team in the midfield, he was still a little suspicious.

After all, Zhou Yi showed more about the rhythm in the game against Arsenal, but he lacked the one who moved forward.

If a midfield organizer can only pass horizontally and return, he will naturally be unqualified.

But unfortunately, Zhou Yi did not let Kester see what he wanted to see in that game.

And in this game, Kester made up for this regret.

From this attack, he saw Zhou Yi's ability and talent in the last pass.

The right grasp of the timing and the precise application of passing techniques - it can be seen from the fact that he did not choose some fancy and beautiful passes but difficult to pass and receive the ball. Zhou Yi chose the simplest internal instep push and pass, and put the ankle across, just like a golf club. He aimed at the center of the football circle and hit it hard, and the football would move forward along a very stable straight track, without falling off the track and running in half.

Not bad, interesting...

Thinking of this, Keest took out a small notebook from his coat pocket, which he carried with him, with a small ballpoint pen on it. He took the pen and recorded what he had just observed.

If this time is not a performance that is lucky, but a performance that is stable and sustainable... it is really worth looking forward to.

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When Kester lowered his head to record, in another corner, a middle-aged fat man with his collar up and his neck shrank, as if a little cold-stricken middle-aged man was turning his surprised eyes to Chelsea's goal.

There, the Chelsea Youth Team players who had just experienced the loss stood on the spot like they were petrified magic.

As a scout at Arsenal, Allen Powell also has some understanding of the youth team of his city rival Chelsea.

Although Arsenal has 100 reasons to mock Chelsea in youth training, it is also clear that Chelsea's youth training is just a bad match against Arsenal, and it is still a strong team for this Chinese team.

But this strong team actually lost the goal first!

What the hell is this...what is going on!

When he received a task from youth training director Liam Brady and asked him to follow the Chinese team No. 16, he was speechless - what are the Chinese players who are good at observing? Can they play football?

But now, he was surprised to find that this offense that made Chelsea concede the ball was organized by his observer!

And it's not just this goal. In the game before the goal, Allen Powell could see the role of the No. 16 in the game - he has never seen the previous match between the Chinese team and the Arsenal youth team, but he has seen the match between the Arsenal youth team and the Chelsea youth team, and there is a horizontal comparison.

So he knew that Chelsea youth team should not behave like this when they were against the Chinese team - they were basically led by the Chinese team in the midfield!

And all this is because...that No. 16!

Alan Powell suddenly became very interested in No. 16.

Why?

Why can he do it?

He no longer thinks about observing a Chinese player like this.

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The teenagers of the Chinese team and their coach were celebrating their heart's content, while the Chelsea youth team was stunned - they really didn't expect that it was them who lost the ball first, and the opponent who scored the ball first!

How could such a thing happen to them?

It's really... ridiculous!

Like the Dortmund youth team before, when they found out that they were the one who lost the ball first, they all went through a psychological journey of surprise and then anger.

Surprised that they couldn't believe it. When they found out that this was reality, they were angry - such a weak opponent could score our goals!

Very good boy, you have now successfully angered a bunch of lions, and you will soon regret this goal!

When the game started again, the Chelsea youth team did launch a fierce offensive against the Chinese team's goal, which was much more threatening than their previous casual backs and casual shots.

From this we can also see that the Chelsea youth team was angered and they became serious.

Chelsea seriously does show their superb strength than the Chinese teenagers.

In the 30th minute, they equalized the score by heading the ball through a cross from the wing.

Although Guo Nu jumped high, the opponent still rushed in front of him and threw the football into the goal.

Because the distance was too close, although Sun Pan responded to save, it was still half a beat late.

1:1, Chelsea Youth Team equalized the score!

However, the anger of the Chelsea youth team seemed to have not yet been poured out. After leading, they pressed wildly in the frontcourt, and the teenagers of the Chinese team were busy and made various mistakes.

Before the end of the first half, the Chelsea youth team's pressing finally achieved results - they scored another goal and overtook the score, 2:1!

Then they stopped a little.

At the same time, the first half is about to end.

"What's not strong?" Liang Qiqi, sitting on the bench, looked at the dejected teammates on the court and gritted his teeth. "Now I know I've been deceived by that bastard! I just said he was just making up! He knows a ghost!"

Liang Qiqi's angry complaints did not attract anyone's attention. Now everyone wants to stay away from him and is unwilling to get too close to him.

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The first half ended soon after the Chelsea youth team scored.

The players are going back to the locker room to prepare for the half-time game.

The expressions on the Chelsea youth team players looked much better than when they first lost the ball. Several of them looked at the Chinese teenagers with a provocative look, proudly as if they wanted to tell them to recognize the reality.

The only thing that made them a little regretful was that the first half ended so soon. They believed that as long as they gave them another five minutes, they would definitely score another goal.

If you want to teach these arrogant and arrogant Chinese a lesson, then you can teach them a lesson thoroughly!

Unfortunately, the first half ended.

They can only demonstrate with their eyes now.

Sun Pan, who lost two goals, was very unhappy. Before he appeared in the game, he boasted to Zhou Yi, saying that Chelsea would see what "unshakable thing" means. As a result, he lost two goals. What he lost was not the ball, but the face...

Sun Pan, who was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger, was very sensitive to someone looking at him - this may be the racial talent of the Northeastern people.

He immediately found the person who looked at them - several Chelsea youth team players.

Seeing Sun Pan staring at them, they did not turn their sight away, but generously showed the provocation in their eyes.

Sun Pan, who picked up two balls in the goal, rushed up his blood and pointed at the other party and shouted: "What are you looking at! What are you looking at?!"

As he said that, he went straight to meet him.

Then he bumped into Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi hugged him: "They don't understand you when you speak Northeast dialect!"

When Sun Pan heard Zhou Yi say this, he was stunned: "Damn it, I forgot this in a hurry...what should I say?"

"son_of_a_force tch..." Zhou Yi taught on-site.

"It's true!" Sun Pan nodded after hearing this, and then pointed to the other side again through Zhou Yi and shouted: "Idiot eat shit!!"

He wanted to continue scolding, but Yang Muge had already rushed over and pulled him to the sidelines: "Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!"

Zhou Yi also pushed him off the court.

This conflict that had just ignited the small flame at the beginning was strangled to death in the cradle.

Many people suddenly heard Sun Pan screaming, and they hadn't reacted for a while. After they reacted, they saw that Sun Pan had been dragged off the court by Zhou Yi and Yang Muge. As for what Sun Pan shouted... In the absence of preparation, few people could hear it clearly.

But it seems that it is not a good thing...

Seeing Sun Pan’s face full of anger, I knew that there must be a conflict between the two sides, but it did not escalate.

After Sun Pan was pushed out, the players from Chelsea did not come up.

"What's going on?" Hao Dong walked up to ask, with a serious look on his face.

Compared to losing, what he hates more is losing. Sports morality is crucial to these children, and he does not want to see his players lose and lose.

"They laughed at us!" Sun Pan pointed at the Chelsea youth team player from afar and said indignantly.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over. The Chelsea players did not leave, but stood from a distance, looking here, with a very obvious expression of ridicule and sarcasm.

"Damn! It's true!"

"These gangs of Suns! Nèng to death!"

The players shouted and cursed.

"Enough!" Hao Dong shouted angrily, scaring everyone and closing his mouth.
To be continued...