Vol 6 Chapter 62: Heynckes' Sabre (2)

Gomez, who remained leaning back, stared at the big screen on the sidelines for a full minute, and even leaned back after Scar Man let go. This is an incredible way to score goals.
By repeatedly watching the replays and relying on the keenness of a super center, Gomez finally completed the replay of this goal: In Bayern’s attack, the physically fit No. 20 squeezed the block of the Hoffenheim players and squeezed into the defender. In the middle, the purpose of the look is to pull the defensive system for his friend No. 10, and use himself as a bait to attract defensive power to the near corner, so as to give him the opportunity to shoot from the outside to the far corner.
Sure enough, the shooting world opened.
However, No. 10’s injury was not healed. He only temporarily played for fear that the Scarlet Man was too tired. So this shot was procrastinated. As a result, he was touched by the opponent when he shot. The original ground ball hitting the far corner was accidental. The bullet hit the air and drifted towards the near corner.
At this time, the goalkeeper, who had already moved to the far corner, subconsciously moved to the near corner again, because he didn't know what the Terror 20, who was waiting for work in front of him, would do. When Baiyi No.20 noticed the accident of his teammate’s shot, he seemed to glance back quickly, and then took a step across the opponent’s pull, jumped halfway, and leaned back with his head back, like a dolphin heading the ball. Similarly, the football that was falling with a parabola was pushed again, and then it fell into the unguarded far corner.
It was easy to understand the moments before and after. When everyone else was quiet and waiting for the kick-off, Gomez suddenly stood up and clapped...In the surprise of everyone, Super Mario finally sat down and touched it subconsciously. Temple, he felt that he should have been sweating just now.
What the is this shooting? Who will tell me why? How did this come out? How about Italy...
In the end a stone fell to the ground in his heart, and Heynckes, who was about to return to the bench to sit and rest for a while, calmed his love general's anxiety: "He is a snake from Italy. His body is as soft as a snake. His mind is as cunning as a snake, and of course his threat is as disturbing as a snake. But we can't only have snakes, we also want Super Mario."
"Why?" Gomez's entanglement still echoed in his mouth.
"Perhaps because..." Heynckes shrugged: "Milan's totem is a snake?"
"Oh." Gomez was relieved and was about to say something else, but what he blurted out became: "Snake, snake, snake... why, snake, snake..."
Heynckes hurriedly turned his head to straighten his back, and saw that in the blue figure of the shadow pupil, the whitest jersey protruded from left to right. After dribbling the ball into the front court from the center circle, he found that Robben was blocked from running suddenly. Step on it with your foot, then the person goes out, the ball stays, and the piglet is followed up.
Little pig’s bitter face also showed an unspeakable shadow, but the quality of a professional player made his body respond consciously, and after constantly following up, he slammed into Hoffen. In Haim's defensive system, the opponent's line of defense was directly torn apart and sent to the foot of No. 20 facing the opponent's central defender.
The No. 20 on the left side did not directly shoot with his left foot, or adjust the back of his left foot to the left and then move the shot. Instead, his left foot straddled to the left outside of the football. His right hand blocked the opponent's chest and opened a space. Pulling the foot inward, the football rolled to the right from the right heel, and then he threw off the opponent center back who was barely turning, and turned with a strange peak of Cruyff, avoiding the dense left half of the goal. The players from both sides chose to push and shoot on the right side of the empty goal even though it was only one-seventh of the width!
The Huo villagers in the stands were holding their heads piece by piece. If these few minutes were an illusion, we had made the mighty Munich helpless just a few minutes ago... why!
Countless Munich fans who are enjoying a happy weekend are sitting in the living room at home listening to the screams of the host of the Munich TV station: "I originally thought that a Puskas Prize goal would be lucky enough. I didn't expect a second one. What an endless talent for football! I love you, Dr. Wang! If you don’t dislike me as a man!"
Today’s guest speaker is the Lion King Kahn. After a burst of unstoppable laughter, Kahn’s young voice, which is extremely disproportionate to the vicissitudes of life, came out with his unique sonorous rhythm: "Yes, his goals are full. In order to be artistic, it means being particularly unfriendly to goalkeepers, except for Neuer."
"Isn't your training game very intense?"
"...Okay." Kahn admits his mistake obediently: "Neuer will hate him too."
After another kick-off, Huo Cunren continued to use big moves to defend Wang Ai’s breakthrough. Wang Ai then relaxed the pressure on Hoffenheim’s defensive system, and instead used a sharp pass to match the attack of his teammates. Acting faithfully as a silly pillar in front of the door. It's a pity that Bayern today is really exhausted. Although Wang Ai has created good opportunities many times, his teammates have not grasped it. The only supplementary shot by the piglet was offside.
In stoppage time of the game, just as people kept reminiscing about today’s two wonderful goals, Hoffenheim organized an offensive out of bounds, and Wang Ai, who was relaxed after completing the task, took the opportunity to look around. Anyway, no one will pursue him today. The game slipped.
As a result, I saw Heynckes with a white head standing on the sidelines. The old man looked calm with his hands in his pockets. Wang Ai was suddenly upset: Without me, you would be finished today. Your opponents have seen through your deployment today. As a result, facing Hoffenheim's tight and fierce defense, you have no way to think of me!
In fact, Wang Ai was severely surrounded by his teammates after scoring twice. He didn't see the hands raised by the old man and the red cheeks of excitement. As a result, Wang Ai, who was unhappy, decided to enter another one. After the opponent's out-of-bounds ball was sent, Wang Ai, who had not always been able to participate in the defense in the backcourt, suddenly appeared quietly, using his 1.92 meter height to grab the opponent's out-of-bounds ball in front, and then double-teamed. , After a series of football collisions, he broke out and ran towards Hoffenheim's backcourt with the ball.
At this point, he is no longer a center, but a forward, or even a winger.
Facing the habitual evening breeze full of crops, running on the fertile green fields, under the support of the same Dutchman with an arrow in his butt, he ran through the backcourt, ran through the midfield, ran through the frontcourt, and took free throws. A cross from the top of the arc, a cross in front of the goal, bowed his head in a 100-meter sprint posture.
The ball was scored, and the man rushed into the goal, hung on the net and drifted in the wind.
The frightened Huo villagers behind the goal seemed to have seen a white ghost, coming alive from the yellowed photo, and showing a fierce smile at them.