Chapter 32 He Scored!

Seeing Zhou Yi's physical decline, almost unable to run, Liang Qiqi, sitting on the bench, finally felt a trace of pleasure, and at the same time, anticipation—this kid can't run anymore, it's my turn to play, right?

He cast his expectant gaze towards the coaching bench, hoping to see the assistant coach call him to warm up.

But neither the head coach Hao Dong nor the assistant coach Xu Yang glanced at the bench, let alone noticed his eager gaze.

Liang Qiqi was very surprised—what a joke! That kid can't even run anymore! Why not take him off? What's the point of him strolling around on the field? That's like us being one player short! Put me in, I have plenty of stamina, I can charge, I can break through, I can pass, I can shoot, in what way am I worse than that kid?!

No one could hear his inner thoughts, not even Yang Fei, who was sitting next to him, had long since fallen silent.

Guo Nu's performance on the defensive line was not perfect, and he also made mistakes from time to time. One of the goals conceded was directly related to his mistake, but the coaching staff didn't intend to replace Guo Nu, which was already very clear—they were more satisfied with Guo Nu's performance in defense than with that one conceded goal...

Liang Qiqi no longer had any supporters to help him.

In the competition with Zhou Yi, he could only fight alone now.

Liang Qiqi gritted his teeth and turned his gaze back to Zhou Yi on the field, watching his lazy appearance, occasionally receiving the ball and then passing it on, his range of activity was very limited.

He snorted.

Let's see how long you can last on the field!

He thought that if Zhou Yi cramped up during the game, the coaches wouldn't still let him stay on the field, right?

At that time, he could come on as a substitute!

He would use his most perfect performance to prove who was the main player!

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During this time, the Chinese team was almost being beaten by the Dortmund youth team, and they all shrank back, forced to defend desperately.

Guo Nu and Sun Pan became the most active people.

Zhou Yi disappeared on the field, basically invisible.

In fact, he was also defending, but Zhou Yi, who had played as a forward since he was a child and only later switched to midfield, knew almost nothing about defense and had no experience. When he played football at school, he rarely participated in defense. After coming to this team, he at least made a show of defending, which was already a good improvement.

Moreover, at this time, he was completely unable to run. As long as he couldn't run, both offense and defense would lack quality.

Under such circumstances, it was normal not to see Zhou Yi.

The atmosphere on the coaching bench was still a bit tense. Xu Yang had completely lost sight of observing what Zhou Yi could do when his stamina was exhausted. His eyes were focused on his own goal and had not moved away.

With every attack by the Dortmund youth team, he worried about conceding a goal.

Hao Dong could only shift his attention to defense now.

If they could end the game with a score of 5:2, it would naturally be a good result. This score was much more acceptable than 7:0, 9:0, or 12:0.

Moreover, this score was considered a normal football match score.

In this tense atmosphere, the game time always passed quickly without anyone noticing.

When everyone realized it, the game had already reached the seventy-fifth minute.

Only fifteen minutes were left until the end of the game.

At the same time, the seventy-fifth minute was also the critical point for the players' physical strength. Generally, at this time, the physical strength of both sides would experience some problems, and it was also a time when it was easy to concede goals.

But if they could get through this hurdle, then persisting for another fifteen minutes would not be difficult.

It was at this moment that the ball was once again passed to Zhou Yi's feet.

When Zhou Yi got the ball, he was still in a relatively spacious open space.

At this time, everyone's stamina was low, so the open space he got was even larger.

However, Zhou Yi's own stamina was also exhausted. The Dortmund youth team players didn't even come up to press him, knowing that he couldn't run and could only pass the ball. There was no point in pressing him.

Zhou Yi received the ball and turned around. He waved to Yang Muge, signaling him to run forward a little.

Then he passed the ball over.

Before this, he had made similar passes, but after passing the ball, he stood still, unable to run at all.

But this time... the situation seemed a little different.

After passing the ball, Zhou Yi didn't stop in place, but ran forward!

Yes, it was running.

Although the speed was not very fast, he was indeed running!

He ran to the next open space and asked Yang Muge for the ball. Yang Muge passed the ball back to him.

After receiving the ball, Zhou Yi turned and transferred the ball to Li Xiang on the wing.

Li Xiang dribbled the ball along the wing. Zhou Yi was not idle either. He was also running forward, leaning towards the wing, ready to support Li Xiang.

Sure enough, Li Xiang soon encountered Dortmund's blockade when he continued to break through inside.

Under such circumstances, he would naturally think of Zhou Yi.

So he turned around. Sure enough, Zhou Yi was not far from him, so he passed the ball back.

At the same time as Zhou Yi received the ball, He Ying also turned and retreated from the penalty area to support Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi passed the ball over. After passing the ball, he suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the ribs of the penalty area!

And this time, He Ying didn't need to wait for Zhou Yi to give him a gesture or signal. After receiving the ball, he passed the ball to the front of Zhou Yi's running route. After passing the ball, he also quickly turned around and rushed straight to the goal!

A one-two pass! (a wall pass)

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"Is there a chance?!" Xu Yang stood up from his seat, excitedly looking towards Dortmund's penalty area.

Could they still score?

But Hao Dong didn't think so: "He Ying passed it too far."

There was some regret in his tone—if there hadn't been this mistake, this attack might really have succeeded.

Xu Yang also saw that He Ying seemed to be too anxious. The ball was passed a bit too far. It would be difficult for Zhou Yi to catch up with the ball, control it well, and pass it out again.

Not to mention that Zhou Yi was now physically exhausted, even if he was in good physical condition, he was not a player known for his speed. When passing the ball to him, you couldn't give him too much lead time.

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In fact, He Ying knew that he had passed it too far after he turned around. He didn't even want to go to the center to support, because he knew that Zhou Yi would definitely not be able to pass the ball back.

But after he turned around and glanced, he was surprised to see Zhou Yi chasing! He didn't give up because his pass was too far!

Looking at Zhou Yi's clenched teeth and the bulging veins on his neck as he tried his best to chase the ball, He Ying was surprised and forgot all about what he was doing—he was still running forward, but it was the inertia of his body. His mind had forgotten what he was going forward to do.

Was this the Zhou Yi he knew, who was always laughing and joking, as if he didn't care about anything, carefree?

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When He Ying had just passed the ball, Zhou Yi was still running forward, but he immediately realized that He Ying's pass was too far.

But he didn't give up on this ball, but mobilized all his strength and accelerated to chase the ball.

After being beaten by the Dortmund youth team for so long, he didn't want to let go of any chance to score a goal.

What was he doing when he was strolling around on the field for so long before?

Wasn't it to accumulate strength to complete such an attack?

If he didn't score in the end, what was the point of the previous endurance?

Zhou Yi was unwilling to let down the ten or twenty minutes he had "disappeared" on the field.

Damn! He Ying, you passed it too far!

Zhou Yi roared in his heart while rushing towards the ball.

He really used all his strength.

At the last "ah," Zhou Yi jumped out, swinging his left foot to kick the ball, trying to pass the ball to the center. He didn't know if this kick would hit the ball, but if he didn't kick it, he wouldn't have a chance, because he felt the energy in his body rapidly draining away, all gone!

In other words, in the next step, he might not be able to move...

His left foot swung out and actually hit the ball, but at the same time, his body lost all balance and was thrown out by the action of swinging his leg. He didn't have time to see what happened to the ball he had kicked, and he didn't know if He Ying was in place in the middle.

He rolled on the grass, raising grass clippings.

Behind him, the ball flew towards... the goal!

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The goalkeeper of the Dortmund youth team saw Zhou Yi trying his best to kick the ball towards the center, so he quickly pounced outwards, intending to intercept this cross at the end of its strength.

But what surprised him was...

He found that the ball didn't fly to the center, but... went to the near post!

The ball rotated strongly in the air, making a very obvious but strange arc, bypassing towards the near post of the goal!

At this time, it was too late for the goalkeeper to turn around and pounce again. The inertia made his body stiff, and he could only look back at the ball, with a somewhat... incredible expression on his face.

It wasn't just him who felt incredible. Everyone on and off the field had a ghostly expression.

Under their gaze, the ball brushed the near post and spun into the goal!

"This..." Xu Yang was dumbfounded.

Hao Dong also opened his mouth wide, with a shocked expression on his face.

Liang Qiqi on the bench exclaimed, "This is possible?!"

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Zhou Yi turned over and saw the ball flying into the goal, and he was also stunned—what's going on? Wasn't I crossing? How did it become a shot?

But his active brain quickly reacted. At this time, the most important thing was not to figure out how the goal was scored, but... to celebrate the goal!

So Zhou Yi got up from the ground, opened his arms, and ran to the corner flag area to celebrate the goal.

The training ground was silent, only his hoarse screams.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Da——mn——!! I scored——!!!"

His screams awakened his teammates. Yang Muge took the lead in running to Zhou Yi, and Guo Nu and Sun Pan also ran up from the backcourt.

Even He Ying was no exception, following the others to the corner flag area.

Everyone surrounded Zhou Yi, congratulating him.

Zhou Yi smiled particularly brightly in everyone's praise.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

Because everyone said this when congratulating him on scoring: "Although this ball was a fluke, it's good as long as it goes in!"

"Beautiful fluke!"

"It's simply a classic case of accidental success! The curve is really soul-stirring!"

"Damn, Zhou Yi, you can score with a random kick!"

Zhou Yi quickly defended himself: "This is not good luck, this is strength! Strength! I was aiming at the near corner!"

Everyone seemed not to hear his explanation and continued to praise Zhou Yi's luck.

Even Sun Pan patted Zhou Yi's shoulder and said, "You little brat, was this ball a fluke?"

Zhou Yi rolled his eyes: "How is that possible? This was intentional! This ball fully demonstrates my strength!"

"I understand, luck is also part of strength!" Sun Pan nodded repeatedly.

"Bah!"

Only He Ying said to Zhou Yi, "I believe this goal is not as simple as good luck."

Zhou Yi was overjoyed: "See! As expected of a national team player! You have skills!"

Sun Pan scorned: "He's just being polite, and you take it seriously! Naive!"

"You're the one who's naive! This is called a hero recognizing a hero!"

He Ying looked at Zhou Yi and Sun Pan arguing, and wanted to state that what he said just now was not just polite words.

He really believed that Zhou Yi's goal was not just a fluke—if Zhou Yi had given up chasing after he passed it too far, then he wouldn't even have had the chance to take a lucky shot.

Opportunity favors the prepared mind.

Opportunity also favors those who don't give up.

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ps, Zhou Yi's first goal!

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