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"Sir, I don't know what to do. There are always endless people defending. I even feel that there are a hundred people on the other side." Zhuoyang likes to communicate with people, especially when he encounters problems. "If I am If we make some improvements in technique and strengthen our predictions, we should still be able to score one or two goals. However, catching up to six goals is a bit unrealistic. And I can't guarantee that our side will not concede any more goals."

"Zhuo, your personal skills have surpassed most professional players. Compared with those top stars, they are no worse. In terms of technology, all you need to do is to be familiar with the confrontation of professional football. However, football is very difficult. It's a one-man sport, and you can't do all the work by yourself." Klopp's head was shining with a halo of wisdom, and he was an angel in the world.

"Even top stars like Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, and even Maradona can't win the game by themselves. Alone, they can't even handle even a middle school team."

"What you are facing now are only young players from Germany's fifth-tier league. In the future, you will meet German Bundesliga teams and perhaps Europe's top teams. Those giants, those first-class superstars, their defensive capabilities The level of defense and the organization of defense will be more difficult than you imagine. Zhuo, football is not a one-man sport!"

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

"Zhuo, you need to pass the ball!"

In folk wild ball games, except for monsters like Zhuo Yang, everyone's level is not much different. They basically rush when they get the ball and chase after they lose it. They rarely cooperate. If any team Being able to tip the ball up a little is enough to kill everyone in the field of wild football. A figure like Zhuo Yang who stands out from the crowd, with his flagpole stuck in a pile of chopsticks, can completely decide the outcome of the game based on his personal skills alone. Therefore, in the past, Zhuoyang simply has no need or motivation to pass the ball and cooperate.

Zhuoyang sat quietly on a row of chairs, holding his chin with his hands, watching the second half of the game on the training ground. Klopp asked him to think aside and wait until he figured it out before playing.

Zhuoyang was not on the court, and both sides breathed a sigh of relief. The substitute side no longer had to worry about making useless moves. In the first half, as long as the ball reached Zhuoyang's feet, it was like being kicked into the whirlpool of the sea. It will come out again, even if you run out of the best open space, he won't see it. Although the main team guards Zhuoyang to death, who knows who is guarding him, it takes a lot of effort, it's like being tortured Same.

The two sides on the field were back and forth, and the fight was very lively, and the passing and cutting cooperation was impressive. Especially on the main team, with captain Per Mertesacker and chubby Bastian Schweinstein Under Gerard's command and dispatch, he completely suppressed the substitute side. In just half an hour, the main team scored two more goals, scored by Nicol de Jong and Bastian Schweinsteiger.

"Sir, I think I can play." Zhuoyang said matter-of-factly, and Klopp's answer was also decisive.

"You go to the main team!" The game was immediately stopped and replaced!

In the first half, Duke was caught in Zhuoyang's plot and never recovered. His ribs were bruised and bruised, and it still hurt even if he moved a little. Klopp simply let him rest and replaced him with Marcus Carlisle.

Klopp waved and Marcus Carlisle was replaced again, but Marcus didn't show any frustration on his face.

Marcus didn't care at all about the almost humiliating substitutions of coming on and off again. He knew that he was also a marginal figure in the youth team. Marcus Carlisle is a very mediocre player and is almost 20 years old this year.

There is absolutely no hope of being promoted to the first team. He has three months left on his contract. If there is no chance to play in a lower league before the contract expires, Marcus Carlisle plans to go home and drive a taxi.

Professional football is an industry with a high elimination rate. Many players have received long-term training since childhood and have no opportunity to receive formal school education. The only persistence is to become a professional league contract player. But the pyramid becomes narrower as you go up, and there are people along the way.

They were eliminated like fallen leaves. Most of these people lost the opportunity to enter school again to receive systematic education. They could only do some blue-collar jobs. They only occasionally remembered their childhood dreams when they woke up in the middle of the night.

Too far, too far.

When Zhuo Yang was about to run into the field, Klopp grabbed him. "There is only one request." The coach stretched out a finger and seemed a little nagging: "After you go up, you are not allowed to pass. Zhuo, you can only pass the ball. If you can

Can you do it?”

"Yes, sir. As you wish." Zhuoyang gave an affirmative reply. When he ran into the court, he didn't notice that Duke, who was sitting on the sidelines behind him, had his eyes wide open and stared at him fiercely.

, while taking a deep breath. There is no way, the grandson's anger just now is not smooth now.

"Thank God, I finally don't have to defend you." Captain Per Mertesacker greeted Zhuoyang with a smile. Zhuoyang rolled his eyes, raised his arms high, and pointed at the little fat Basti

Ann Schweinsteiger shouted: "Bastian, here here."

Bastian Schweinsteiger turned the football back, dodged the pressing opponent, and with a flick of his outside instep, the football flew towards Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang stopped the ball with his left foot and picked it up with his right foot.

, striding towards the frontcourt. Looking at this posture, everyone thought that he had started the one-on-one mode again.

Zhuoyang quickly dribbled the ball forward. Just after half-time, two defenders gathered around him. As soon as the general approached, Zhuoyang turned around and passed the ball back to the little fat Bastian Shi.

Weinsteiger.

"What does this mean?" The two people who rushed forward were confused. They were just learning the main team's tactics against Zhuo Yang in the first half. Unexpectedly, how did the style change at the beginning?

Schweinsteiger was stunned for a moment when he received Zhuo Yang's pass, and then immediately distributed the ball to the left. Because all the focus of the substitute team was on Zhuo Yang's side on the right, the left side seemed empty.

Hulunbuir grassland.

After left midfielder Ricardo Montolivo got the ball, there was no defensive player within ten meters around him. He leisurely brought the ball to the top of the arc, and before the defender came up, he easily made a through pass.

Forward Franck Ribery made a diagonal pass and took advantage of the situation to hit the near corner, and the ball hit the net.

It's all that simple.

After the goal, the players on the substitute team were still wondering, "What went wrong?"

The main team players celebrated a little together, and Nigel De Jong said to Zhuo Yang: "Zhuo, I thought you were still going to break through? When you passed the ball to Bastian, he almost went crazy.

"

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

Captain Per Mertesacker said: "Not only Bastian is stupid, I think everyone on the other side is stupid."

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

Franck Ribery, who scored the goal, said: "It was as easy as a fool to score."

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

Zhuo Yang: "..."

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In the next game, Zhuoyang, in the spirit of never passing the ball and doing everything for the sake of passing the ball, kept passing and running, taking two steps after receiving the ball, and passing out when he saw a gap. Slowly, his pass

The ball is becoming more and more stylish, and the advance of the ball is becoming more and more accurate. His teammates are also willing to keep passing the ball to him, because Zhuoyang's personal skills ensure that he will never lose the ball easily.

Klopp on the sidelines pursed his lips and snickered, his ears twitching.

At the end of the training match, after a while of relaxing exercises, Jurgen Klopp concluded a few words and concluded today's training.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Zhuo Yang said goodbye to his teammates, pushed on his "bang" and was about to leave. Someone from behind shouted: "Zhuo, take it with you."

Zhuo Yang thought for a while: What didn't I leave behind? What did I bring with me? He looked again and saw the little fat Bastian Schweinsteiger trotting over.

"Zhuo, you know, when I came here just now, wasn't my bike broken? You know, you have such a personality as a bicycle, I have never ridden it, you know. Take me with you, take me with you.

"Bastian Schweinsteiger spoke this string of words very fluently.

What do I know? Zhuo Yang thought to himself: You are quite rude.

"Then let's go. As promised, you can hold yourself up. If you fall, it has nothing to do with me." Zhuoyang quite likes Bastian Schweinsteiger's character.

"Wow, your thing is really cool, you know." Bastian Schweinsteiger jumped into the back seat. "Are all musicians so cool?"

Some people are born with a certain temperament. Whether they are truly low-key or fakely poor, you cannot underestimate them. Even if such a person is caught begging for food, no one would dare to throw a penny to him.

The bicycle jingled and roared forward, accompanied along the way by Bastian Schweinsteiger's constant "you know what" and the sound of the canal water gently hitting the river bank.

The fat little Bastian Schweinsteiger is actually not fat, but his face is a little baby fat, chubby, and his figure is very well-proportioned. Because his last name "Schweinsteiger" is too long, everyone

He is called "Schwein" for short, and "Schwein" means piggy in German. Coupled with his round and chubby face, his teammates like to call him "Little Pig".

Zhuoyang left the piglet Bastian Schweinsteiger at the door of the Music University, let him call a taxi, and went to the practice classroom by himself.

After playing all the section exercises and several more difficult etudes, it was completely dark, and Zhuo Yang ended today's piano lesson.

In China, there is a snack street at the entrance of every university. In Germany, there is no such thing. When it gets dark, there are almost no people outside, but there are several bars on campus, and the business hours are very long. Zhuo Yang came to the bar and ordered whatever he wanted.

I ordered a steak, wolfed it down, and then ordered a glass of beer. I sat in front of the bar and slowly sipped it while my mind began to replay what I had learned during this afternoon’s training.

"Hi~" Qingrou Manmo sounded like a beauty.

Zhuo Yang pulled out of his thoughts and looked up. Beauty, great beauty, absolutely great beauty!

"Hi, Miss Rysakova, good evening."

The beauty tilted her head and smiled curiously: "Do you know me?"

"I think there are not many people at the Hannover University of Music who don't know the beautiful Miss Rysakova. Obviously, that doesn't include me." Zhuo Yang started to flatter the beautiful woman and taught himself without a teacher.

"That's not fair." Rysakova pouted mischievously: "I don't know your name yet."

"Formal introduction. Zhuo Yang, you can call me Zhuo. I am from China, majoring in piano." Zhuo Yang extended his hand in a friendly manner.

"Edith Antoinette Ryshakova, my friends call me Rysha. Ukrainian, classical music." The two hands were gently clasped together.

Rysakova is a beauty above the average standard. Her curved eyes are bright and clear, and her eyes are like a light blue moon. Under her round cheekbones, a shallow smile groove connects the corners of her mouth, and her lower lip is moist.

And playful, with a thin and delicate upper lip. The golden shoulder-length hair is combed back, revealing a forehead as smooth as gelatin.

Tall breasts and slim waist, lifted hips and slim legs. A beauty, a natural beauty, the nemesis of men and the public enemy of women.

"I'm very curious. There are very few Orientals in Hannover, and even fewer Chinese. Zhuo, can you tell me about China?" Ying's voice was soft and lazy.

A smart woman will always appear curious and use her curiosity to lure men to show off, satisfying the man's self-esteem and desire to show off, thus subconsciously creating psychological obedience to curious women.

Only stupid women who think they are smart will compete with men in words and always try to dominate the rhythm and topic of conversation.

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After returning to the dormitory, Zhuo Yang's mood was like a hummingbird flying in the mountains in summer, full of joy and happiness. When they parted ways in the bar, Rysakova kissed him on the cheek, and it seems that he can still feel it now.

soft.

Rysakova is 22 years old and has studied at the University of Music in Hannover for two years. She is very passionate about classical music. Rysakova is full of youthful vitality, has a sexy and hot appearance yet is noble and elegant, and has a tall but slim figure.

She also looks coquettish and weak.

Rysakova is also full of love for life.

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

I love collecting men!

She is keen on collecting all kinds of men of different nationalities, different races, and different skin colors. Rysakova will find a way to collect all the different types of men she meets into her bed. Of course, this man must first be young, tall and handsome.

And full of charm, she has the desire to collect and conquer. The slightly green Chinese, Zhuo Yang with yellow skin, is her latest prey. In this regard, Rysakova is extremely confident.

Zhuoyang was not unaware of this, but after all, he had only been in Hanover for a short time, and he had only heard from Mark that Rysakova had several boyfriends, and that was all. Besides, anyway, and

Chatting with beautiful women is always a pleasure.

This is a world based on looks!
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