It's a pity that here is a stupid young man who is playing a professional game for the first time today and doesn't understand the unspoken rules at all.

The game time has entered injury time. The stoppage time in this kind of game is meaningless. The players on both sides have no demands for the length of the delay. The referee has the whistle in his mouth and is just picking a moment that suits him.

Get off the donkey.

The Adensted player passed the ball back casually, but it was intercepted casually by the piggy Schweinsteiger, and then passed back to Zhuoyang who was still running wildly in his own half. Zhuoyang took a step forward and looked up.

After glancing at the opponent's goalkeeper, he immediately raised his right leg on the sideline three or four meters away from the center line, and struck the lower half of the football with the instep of his foot like a whip.

The football is like a cannonball fired from an old-fashioned cannon, roaring forward, flying over the center line, flying across the half court, and flying towards the penalty area.

The Adensted goalkeeper took off hastily while retreating. He jumped higher, his arms were longer, and his palms were stretched further.

The football flew past his fingertips and plunged into the arms of the goal in his desperate eyes, like a tired bird returning home impatiently.

Adensted Poseidon Stadium is lucky, it has witnessed the rise of a generation of legends;

Adensted Poseidon Stadium is painful, it has become the first stepping stone on the road to the rise of a generation of legends.

Zhuoyang lay on his back on the grass like a dead dog. The sixty-meter long-range lob finally exhausted his last bit of energy, leaving his teammates to celebrate crazily around him.

The referee blew the whistle to end the game, and he did not even give the Adensted team a chance to kick off again. This was actually a relief for the Adensted team players. They were thankful for this.
Chapter completed!