Chapter 111: Gao's goal

Although Pozi didn't score a goal, his defensive pressure on the offense was obviously greater. Varese's defensive players were also scared just now, and naturally they will not give Sampdoria any chance.
So after a few minutes, when Gao Zheng once again took the ball at the front of the opponent's penalty area, whether it was Bertany or Pozi, Varese's defensive players stared closely at him, and Varese's defense was not obvious. Let Gao Zheng pass the football.
Palombo plugged in from behind, intending to respond to Gao Zheng, and he shouted to Gao Zheng: "High, pass the ball to me!"
He was thinking that after Gao Zheng passed the ball to himself, it was obviously more convenient for him to take the ball forward than when he brought the ball forward. Then he would pass the football to him according to the situation, or Gao Zheng's ballless cut. Can pull off Varese's defense...
Gao Zheng heard his shout, turned sideways, and turned to him.
It seems to be passing the football to the captain Palombo who inserted it later.
But at this time, Gao Zheng's right ankle suddenly shook and picked up the football!
The football crossed the unprepared Varese defender Daniel Cordi, and it was clear that Cordi didn't expect Gao Zheng to do so. He was stunned.
In his stupefied time, Gao Zheng started at the same place, bypassed him, and rushed to the restricted area!
Because two central defenders are defending Bertani, one is defending Pozi, so that the area behind Cordi turned out to be a blank area.
Of course, it wasn't actually empty, because Cordi was there.
But who would have thought that Cordy had let Gao Zheng pass so easily?
"Look at this ball-oh!!! The beautiful picks the ball!" Clio shouted excitedly.
On the southern stage of the Marathi Stadium, huge cheers also broke out.
When Cordy turned around, Gao Zheng was already stuck in front of him, and stepped into the penalty area, he did not dare to act rashly, fearing to give the opponent a penalty-the opponent looked weak and could not help the wind, in case he knocked himself down Isn't it miserable?
So Cordy raised his hands to signal that he didn’t get started. He tried to use his body to squeeze Gao Zheng, but he didn’t dare to use too much force. He didn’t dare to knock Gao Zheng to the ground. He just hoped to interfere with Gao Zheng and let him lose. Control of football.
At the same time, Christian Thielitz, who had originally defended Pozi, couldn't care about his original defensive object at this time, and quickly rushed to the football, intending to rob before Gao Zheng.
But Gao Zheng was more flexible than him. When he saw him, he immediately turned around and stopped Thales behind him.
Although he protected the football, he was obviously inevitably disturbed by Thales. If Thales did not pounce, he could have shot directly...
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Seeing this scene off the court, Pellet couldn't help but think that if he faced this situation, he didn't have to be so troublesome, squeezing the defensive player up with his body, and then forcing a shot. At such a short distance, I believe it is difficult for the goalkeeper to respond effectively.
But it's hard to say the Chinese kid who is as thin as a light pole. The opponent's center defender, who looks a little taller than himself, only needs to exert a little force and doesn't need to foul at all. He can press Gao Zheng to control football.
He admits that Gao Zheng was the first to pick the ball and was very beautiful, but then he was limited by his own physical conditions, so his offense is likely to stop here.
Young players with good skills are always confident in their skills. They always feel that there is nothing they can’t do on the court. Pellet admitted that Gao Zheng’s skills are better than his own, but in his opinion, this skill is nothing. Useful, too fancy, performance is more practical than practical, and young players who are keen to show off their skills often suffer because of this unnecessary show-off.
Thinking of this, Pellet couldn't help humming: "It's too messy!"
But this sentence was just spoken, and he saw Gao Zheng, who was facing away from Thales, picked the fallen football again, this time he was behind him.
The football flew over Thales, then Gao Zheng leaned against Thales, and turned quickly with his left foot as the axis.
In the process of turning around, his right foot lifted like a whip. When he turned halfway, his right foot had already drawn the football in the air!
Thales clearly heard a muffled noise in his ear.
Boom!
His heart couldn't help but tremble. Afterglow in the corner of his eyes glimpsed a shadow, so he closed his eyes reflexively.
"Turn around and volley-oh oh oh oh oh oh!!! GAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!"
Sileo shouted his new words in exhaustion, combining Gao Zheng's surname "GAO" with the goal "GOL", and at the same time it is very similar to the goal "GOAL" in English. Refers to Gao Zheng's goal, Gao's goal!
"This is definitely a genius talented scoring goal! Two consecutive pick-ups, half-turned volley volley, the movement is smooth like flowing water! Especially in the height of one meter nine This kind of nature is full of unique visual impact! Almost this tall foot will be carried on the shoulder of Thales! You know, Thales is a big man with a height of one meter and ninety-five!"
The beautiful words spewed out of Silio's mouth like no money at all. Listening to these words made him feel that Silio was simply Gao Zheng's brain powder.
The atmosphere at Malasi Stadium did not lose to the praise of Silio, and every Sampdoria fan cheered hysterically.
In the atmosphere of this carnival, Pellet looked at the stadium dumbfounded. What did he just see?
He still doubts his eyes.
He saw a tall man about his height flexibly pick the ball twice in a row, and finally ended the beautiful attack with a difficult volley volley... and this series of actions he did so lightly, As if I haven’t done my best...
Dazzle?
Of course, this is dazzling!
But who the can score goals?
The teammates on the bench jumped up and cheered Gao Zheng's goal.
Nenad Costicic, who was sitting on the other side of him, ran back to celebrate and ran back, and then shouted to Pele who was sitting on the bench in a daze, "What did you just say?"
Pellet's mouth twitched: "Nothing!"
He heard a uniform shout again, this time louder and clearer than when he was replaced.
"High! High! High!"
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"It's so good..." Lu Bing was in the media seat, listening to thunderous shouts, with emotion to Wang Yixing around him. "The last time I heard all the fans shouting the name of a Chinese player, it was in Frankfurt... that was me or a newcomer who had just arrived in Europe. A dozen years later, I finally saw another one who could ignite Chinese players in the atmosphere."
Wang Yixing rubbed his face: "I feel I was slapped hard by Gao Zheng..."
Lu Bing laughed: "You asked for it, Pharaoh."
"But this slap ate my heart. Although I said so much about Gao Zheng, I still hope that Gao Zheng will gain a foothold in Europe..."
Lu Bing nodded: "I know, I know, we all hope that Chinese football can get better..."
But Wang Yixing shook his head: "No, I don’t have any hope of whether Chinese football can be better. That is a very, very complicated question. I now hope that Gao Zheng will get better and better, but I won’t be right The expectation of Chinese football rests on him, and Gao Zheng cannot afford it, and there is no need to bear such heavy expectations."
Lu Bing was surprised when he heard Wang Yixing say this, and then he smiled and shook his head: "You pessimist..."
Wang Yixing didn't care about this kind of evaluation, but rather asked in a straightforward manner: "Is the optimistic Chinese fans almost dead?"
Lu Bing gaped, refuting speechlessly.
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