Chapter 7

Name:Golden Greenery Author:Zhuo Setong
Zhuoyang was a little depressed in the face of klopper's questions.

"Sir, I don't know what to do. There's always an endless line of defenders, and I feel like there's a hundred on the other side Zhuoyang likes to communicate with people, especially when encountering problems. "If I had improved my technique and improved my anticipation, I would have scored another goal or two. But it's a bit unrealistic to catch up with six balls. And I can't guarantee that we won't lose the ball again

"Zhuo, your personal skill has surpassed most professional players. It's no different than the top stars. In terms of technology, all you need to do is be familiar with professional football. However, football is a sport for eleven people. You can't do all the work by yourself. " There was a circle of wisdom on top of chlop's head, and angels were in the world.

"Even top players like Ronaldo and Ronaldinho, even Maradona, can't win by themselves. They can't even handle a middle school team by themselves

"You are only facing the young players in the fifth division of Germany. You will meet the German first division team in the future, maybe the top teams in Europe. Those giants, those first-class superstars, their defense ability and level, as well as the defense organization, will be more difficult than you think. Zhuo, football is not a one-man sport! "

"Zhuo, you have to trust your teammates, you have to learn to cooperate with your teammates!"

"Drow, you need to pass!"

In the folk field ball game, except for such evildoers as Zhuoyang, everyone's level is not too poor. They basically belong to the realm of catching up with the ball and catching up with the ball, and they seldom play together. If any team can throw the ball a little bit, it's enough to kill all sides in the field. Like Zhuo Yang, who stands out from the crowd and sticks in a pile of chopsticks, he can decide the victory or defeat of the game simply by his personal skills. Therefore, the former Zhuoyang did not have the necessary and motivation to pass and play together.

Zhuoyang sat quietly in a row of chairs, with his hands on his chin, watching the second half of the training ground. Klopper asked him to think on the side first, and then play after he understood.

Zhuoyang is not on the field, both sides are relieved, the substitute side is no longer worried about doing some useless running. In the first half, as long as the ball is at Zhuoyang's feet, it's like kicking into the whirlpool of the sea. It will never come out again, even if you run out of the best space, he can't see it. Although Zhuoyang was prevented to death by the main party, it took a lot of effort to prevent it. It was just like being abused.

Both sides of the field you come and I go, play very lively, pass cut with a model. In particular, the main team, under the command of Captain Pell mertesack and fatso Bastian Schweinsteiger, completely suppressed the substitute. Only half an hour later, the main team scored two more goals, scored by Nicole de Jong and Bastian Schweinsteiger.

"Sir, I think I can play." Zhuoyang took it for granted, and clap replied firmly.

"You go to the main team!" Stop the game immediately, change people!

In the first half, Duke did not slow down after Zhuoyang's plot. There was a blue and purple near his ribs. It was still painful to move a little. Klopper just let him rest. Marcus Carlyle replaced him. As soon as chlop waved, Marcus Carlisle was replaced, but Marcus was not depressed at all.

Marcus doesn't care about the almost humiliating change of players. He knows that he is also a marginal figure in the youth team. Marcus Carlisle is a very mediocre player. He is nearly twenty years old this year. He has no hope to be promoted to the first team. With three months left on his contract, Marcus Carlisle plans to go home and drive a taxi if he doesn't have a chance to play in a lower league before his contract expires.

Professional football is an industry with a high elimination rate. Many players have been trained for a long time since they were young. They have no chance to receive formal school education. The only way to insist on it is to become a signing player of professional league. But as the pyramids get narrower and narrower, people are being eliminated like fallen leaves. Most of them have lost the chance to enter the school again for systematic education. They can only do some blue-collar jobs, and only when they wake up in the middle of the night can they occasionally think of their dreams when they were young.

Far away, far away.

Zhuoyang was just about to run into the field, when clap grabbed him. "Only one request." The coach held out a finger and said: "after going up, no one is allowed to pass. Zhuo, you can only pass, can you do it? "

"Yes, sir. As you wish. " Zhuoyang gave a positive reply. When he ran into the arena, he didn't notice that Duke's eyes, sitting behind him, stared at him fiercely, and took a deep breath. I can't help it. This grandson's anger just now is not smooth.

"Thank God, I don't have to defend you at last." Captain Pell mertesack greeted Zhuoyang with a smile. Zhuoyang rolled his white eyes, raised his arms high, and shouted at the little fat Bastian Schweinsteiger, "Bastian, here."

Bastian Schweinsteiger returned the football, dodged the opponent, and with a flick on the outside instep, the football flew towards Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang stops with his left foot, takes advantage of his right foot and rushes forward. Looking at this posture, everyone thinks that he has started the single mode again.Zhuoyang fast forward with the ball. Just after half-time, two defenders came around. As soon as Zhuoyang approached, Zhuoyang turned around and passed the ball back to the fat boy Bastian Schweinsteiger.

"What do you mean?" The two men who jumped up were surrounded. They were just learning how to deal with Zhuoyang in the first half. Unexpectedly, how did the painting style change in the first half?

Schweinsteiger received Zhuoyang's pass and was stunned for a while. Then he immediately split the ball to the left, because all the center of gravity of the reserve team is on the right side of Zhuoyang, making the left road like the open Hulunbeier grassland.

After Ricardo Montolivo, the left forward, got the ball, there were no defenders within ten meters. He strolled the football to the top of the arc, and before the guard forced him up, he easily made a straight plug. Forward Frank Ribery cut the corner, and the football entered the net.

It's that simple.

After the goal, the substitute's players were still wondering, "what's wrong with that?"

After a little celebration with the first team players, Nigel de Jong said to Zhuoyang, "Zhuo, I thought you still wanted to break through? When you passed it on to Bastian, he was almost stupid. "

The little fat man Bastian Schweinsteiger nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "yes, yes!"

Captain Pell mertesack said: "not only Bastian is stupid, I think that side is all stupid."

The little fat man Bastian Schweinsteiger nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "yes, yes!"

Frank Ribery, who scored, said: "it's easy to score like a fool."

The little fat man Bastian Schweinsteiger nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "yes, yes!"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

In the next game, Zhuo Yang is not superior. He is constantly running for the passing spirit. He takes two steps to catch the ball and looks at the space to pass it. Slowly, his passing became more and more regular, and his advance to the ball became more and more accurate. Teammates are also willing to pass the ball to him, because Zhuoyang's personal skills ensure that he will never easily lose the ball.

Croop on the sidelines chuckled, his ears pumping.

At the end of the training match, I did some relaxation exercises, and Jurgen klopper summed up a few more words. Today's training is over.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Zhuoyang said goodbye to his teammates and pushed his "bang" to start. "Zhuo, take it with you," someone shouted at the back

Zhuoyang thought: I didn't pull down anything? What do you bring with you? Again, the little fat man, Bastian Schweinsteiger, trotted all the way.

"Zhuo, you know when I came here, didn't my bike break down? You know, you have a super personality. I haven't even sat on it, you know. Take it with you, take me with you. " Bastian Schweinsteiger is fluent in this big talk.

I know what I am. Zhuoyang thought to himself: you are not polite.

"Let's go. Well said, I'll help myself. I don't have a half Euro relationship when I fall down. " Zhuoyang likes the character of Bastian Schweinsteiger.

"Wow, you're really cool, you know." Bastian Schweinsteiger jumps into the back seat. "Are the musicians so cool?"

Some people are born with a kind of temperament, whether it is true low-key or false poor, you can not underestimate. Even if this kind of person catches a begging pot, no one dares to throw a cent to him.

The bicycle "jingling" went forward with joy, accompanied by Bastian Schweinsteiger's constant "you know it" and the sound of the canal water gently afraid of hitting the river bank.

The little fat man Bastian Schweinsteiger is not fat, but he has a little baby fat face and a round, well proportioned figure. Because his surname "Schweinsteiger" is too long, we call him "Schweinsteiger" for short, and "schweinstein" means "little pig" in German, plus his round little fat face, so teammates like to call him "little pig".

Zhuoyang left the pig Bastian Schweinsteiger at the entrance of the music university, and he went to call a taxi, and went to the practice classroom himself.

After playing all the segmented exercises, I played some more difficult etudes. It was dark. Zhuoyang finished today's piano lesson.

In China, there is a snack street at the entrance of every university. No, it's not in Germany. It's almost deserted when it's dark, but there are several bars on the campus, and they are still open for a long time. Zhuo Yang came to the bar, ordered a steak casually, gobbled it up, ordered a glass of beer, sat in front of the bar and began to play back the training this afternoon.

"Hi ~" soft Mamo, listening to the voice is a beauty.

Zhuoyang pulled out of his meditation and looked up. Beauty, beauty, absolute beauty!

"Hi, miss risakova. Good evening."

"Do you know me?" she smiled curiously"I don't think there are many people who don't know the beautiful miss risakova at Hanover University of music. Obviously, that doesn't include me." Zhuo Yang flatters beautiful women without a teacher.

"It's not fair." "I don't know your name yet," she pouted mischievously

"A formal introduction. Zhuoyang, you can call me Zhuo, from China, piano major. " Zhuoyang reached out his hand in a friendly way.

"Edith Antoinette raisakova, my friends call me Raisa. Ukrainian, classical music. " Hold two hands together gently.

Resakova is a beauty beyond the standard. The curved eyes are bright and clear. The eyes are like a pale blue moon. Under the round cheekbones, a shallow smile groove connects the corners of the mouth. The lower lips are moist and witty, and the upper lips are thin and delicate. The short blonde shoulder length hair combed back to reveal a smooth, clotted forehead.

Shrug the chest and slim the waist, raise the hips and trim the legs. Eugenics, natural eugenics, men's nemesis, women's public enemy.

"I'm curious that there are few Oriental people in Hanover and even fewer Chinese. Zhuo, can you tell me about China? " The warbler's voice curls up, and is still languid.

Smart women always seem curious, and use her curiosity to arouse men to show off, so that men's self-esteem and desire to show off can be satisfied, thus subconsciously producing psychological obedience to curious women.

Only a stupid woman who is smart can compete with men in speech and always try to dominate the pace and topic of conversation.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhuo Yang's mood is like a hummingbird flying in the mountains in summer, full of joy and joy. The kiss that risakova left on his cheek when he parted at the bar, now seems to feel the softness.

Risakova, 22, has been studying at Hanover University of music for two years. She loves classical music very much. Resakova is full of youthful vitality. She is sexy, hot and elegant in appearance. She is tall but charming.

Risakova is also passionate about life.

She likes fitness, travel, music, clothing, fashion and novelty.

Love to collect men!

She is keen to collect men of different nationalities, races and skin colors. She will try to collect all kinds of men she meets into her bed. Of course, this man should first be young, tall, handsome and full of charm, so that she has the desire to collect and conquer. The slightly green Chinese, Zhuoyang with yellow skin, is her latest prey. In this regard, risakova is extremely confident.

Zhuoyang didn't know nothing about it, but after all, he came to Hanover only a short time, and he heard from mark that risakova had many boyfriends, that's all. Besides, in any case, it's always pleasant to chat with beautiful women.

This is a face watching world!

Joyous Zhuoyang enters sweet dream. In the dream, he is on the skull island, and the avatar King Kong is chasing the beautiful girl.