Vol 2 Chapter 24: 1,000 flies

After watching Draxler score, the Schalke 04 players frantically celebrated, and the Dortmund players were uncomfortable.
Riken, who was originally watching the game in the stands, simply walked off the stands, walked to the coach seat, and stood beside Eckel.
Ecker frowned.
Losing the ball is one thing, on the other hand, he is worried about Zhou Yi.
Obviously, after Schalke adjusted in the second half of 04, Zhou Yi was restricted.
Under Petrac's unkind and even rude defense, Zhou Yi had little decent organization in the second half.
During this time, Dortmund was also completely suppressed by Schalke 04.
In terms of overall strength, the Schalke 04 youth team still has to beat the Dortmund youth team, regardless of whether Dortmund's side admits it or not.
"Zhou Yi's physical fitness..." Riken also saw the crux of the problem.
"In fact, it's already very good. At the same time as physical training, he is also doing strength training. But his foundation is thin, there is no way. If our goal is to train him into a tank, it is completely impossible..." Egypt Kerr shook his head.
"Of course, no one would think that Zhou Yi could become a player who can't knock down on the court, but at least he must have basic physical confrontation ability, he must always be able to resist people to protect the ball?" Ricken still Dissatisfied with Zhou Yi's thin body.
"Take it slowly, take it slowly." Eckel was not very anxious about Zhou Yi's body, because he knew that it was useless to be anxious. Physical fitness cannot be improved overnight. What is needed is a Long-term process. Just like Zhou Yi's physical problems, when he first came to the Dortmund youth team, it was difficult to insist on half a game. After more than two months of hard training, Zhou Yi has met his basic physical needs.
The same is true for strength.
"Then our game..." Riken was also helpless.
"Look again." Eker said.
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After the game restarted, Schalke 04 tasted the sweetness from the defense against Zhou Yi, so they continued to insist on such a kick.
Petrarch still keeps pace with Zhou Yi, not allowing Zhou Yi to easily take the ball.
After successfully containing Zhou Yi, his mouth could not rest.
After successfully defending Zhou Yi each time, he has to ridicule Zhou Yi, to get back the dumb accounts that Zhou Yi mocked.
"How's it, kid? Show me another direct pass?"
"Aren't you still going to pass it through? Let me see!"
"You are so thin, football is not for you, go play table tennis!"
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So Zhou Yi felt like there were a thousand flies around him, flying around him, no matter where he went, the thousand flies followed him in every step.
However, Zhou Yi did not fight with him. His attention is now on how to break the deadlock. There is no effort to fight with others. Although he has to talk about his mouth, he will never lose to Petrarch.
Now that the opponent is defending against himself, even if God doesn't let himself turn, how can he organize an attack?
Passing behind?
This is the only way of thinking. To organize an attack, you must pass the football to the goal. In this situation, he can only pass the ball behind him.
But even if it is facing the goal, it is not easy to pass the football, let alone back to the goal.
He couldn't see what was behind him...
Who said he could not see what was behind him?
Zhou Yiyi turned his head, just like the high-speed camera, photographed the situation behind him, then turned his head to the other side, and the situation behind the other side was also his mind.
Well, now Zhou Yi can see everything behind him, but seeing does not mean that he can pass the football.
This is also a big problem.
There are many restrictions on the passing of the heel, and the accuracy and strength of the normal pass cannot be achieved.
After Zhou Yi planned to try the heel pass, he received several passes, but it was impossible to complete the heel pass at all, he could only pass the football back again, and the best result was just a cross pass...
Behind him, Peter Lac’s sarcasm continued, but Zhou Yi was tired of hearing it, because the kid was just turning over and over in a few words, without any innovative spirit. After listening for a long time, the brain will automatically block out and become a meaningless background sound.
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Ten minutes have passed since Dortmund lost the ball.
In these ten minutes, Schalke 04 took the initiative, their offense was more threatening, Draxler performed outstandingly, threatening Dortmund's goal time and time again on the side and middle.
And Dortmund's small number of offenses on this side, because Zhou Yi was stared to death, could not threaten Schalke 04's goal.
Under Schalke's 04 offensive, Dortmund's goal was in jeopardy. They are likely to throw another goal or throw more goals.
"I think Dortmund will lose." Cortana, sitting in the stands, spread her hands and said.
Her words immediately drew her mother's glare: "What nonsense!"
"As long as it's not a fool, can you see it, mother?" Cortana shook her head. "How long has it been since Mark didn't have a decent shot? Zhou Yi couldn't pass the ball to his brother's feet."
Hearing Cortana saying this, Mrs. Wagner sighed. In fact, she knew that her daughter was right, Dortmund's situation was very dangerous.
But as a Dortmund fan, how can he easily admit that the team will lose to a rival?
"Those players have muscles in their heads, but they still have muscles. What about Chinese boys? Even if they don't have muscles, how can they compete with that muscular man?" Cortana said "muscle man" is Peter Lak who is inseparable from Zhou Yi. He is almost one and a half meters tall, and his muscles are one by one. In front of him, Zhou Yi's thinness was like a child... No, Zhou Yi was originally a child, perhaps it should be said that Petrarch was not as strong as a child.
But in any case, in Cortana's view, Petrarch is the wall that Zhou Yi can't cross. With so many body differences, how can a Chinese boy win?
When she was bored, she also simulated the confrontation between Zhou Yi and Petrarch, but in either case, Zhou Yi had no chance of winning.
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Zhou Yi felt that his physical strength was being lost, and the recovery time was getting longer and longer, and the amount of recovery was getting less and less.
At this time, the game is less than seventy minutes.
In order to get rid of this Peter Lac in this game, Zhou Yi spent more physical energy than usual, he was more tired than usual warm-up games.
You may not be able to persist until the end of 90 minutes, so you must do something to change the situation of the game before being replaced.
He can see the empty space behind him, and Mark can run there, but football can't go there, what's the use?
How can I send the football over?
Zhou Yi received another pass from his teammates, but this time the teammates passed the ball too much. It's not like passing at all, but more like... shooting!
Zhou Yi raised his foot and stopped because there were still people behind him who lacked sufficient back buffer space. After hitting the inside of the foot, the football bounced out again!
The ball is lost!
At the same time, Zhou Yi clearly heard a disdainful sneer coming from behind his head. There must be another thousand flies...
But he didn't care about this, because he suddenly thought of something. There seems to be a lamp lit by this ball in my mind!
Schalke 04 took the opportunity to hit a quick counterattack. Fortunately, Draxler's shot was higher than the beam, and he was not able to form a shot!
But it also scared all the supporters of Dortmund into a cold sweat.
Although the ball was dropped at the foot of Zhou Yi, Mach Hensel, the teammate who just passed the ball, did not shirk his responsibility. He signaled to Zhou Yi that he hadn't passed well and used too much force.
But Zhou Yi's reaction surprised him.
Zhou Yi ran over and said to him: "It's okay, Mach, if there is a similar opportunity next time, you still pass it on!"
"I'm a big pass, Zhou Yi. I just passed the ball too hard..." Hensel quickly explained.
"I know, I know. But all I want is for you to pass too hard!"
"This..." Hensel didn't understand.
Zhou Yi did not have time to explain to Hensel so much about what he planned to do, because the game was still in progress. He came to Hensel only when the Draxler shot higher than the beam. When he couldn't speak for a long time, he patted Hensel on the shoulder: "In short, you believe me, Mach, and still pass me the same way, but the premise is that the situation is the same as when you passed me! "
After he finished speaking, he turned away and ran away. As for whether Hensel could really understand his meaning, he had no idea. But football is like this, there are always accidents, and it is impossible to really grasp everything.
And how to deal with these accidents is an interesting aspect of football games.
Hensel looked at Zhou Yi's back, and was still chewing on the last sentence he said.
The situation is the same as when I passed him the ball just now?
What was the situation just now?
Hensel carefully recalled it in his mind~EbookFREE.me~ Fortunately, this is just what happened, otherwise he may not remember it.
But now, he still remembers every detail of his pass to Zhou Yishi.
At that time, Zhou Yi was on the opponent's 30-meter area line, his back turned to the offensive direction, and behind him, the Schalke 04's Petrarch was on the spot.
And then there is the defender line of Schalke 04, but there is no Dortmund player in the middle, because the forward Mark did not like to be fixed in a certain position in the penalty area in this game, but kept running and running. Relatively erratic.
When he pulled to the sidewalk, the middle road was naturally empty.
This is basically the case.
Although recalling the specific situation, Hensel still did not know why Zhou Yi asked him to do so.
But as Zhou Yi said, I believe he is right.