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Chapter 515 Kill yourself

England’s fanatical football culture is deeply rooted.

When Chen Feng broke through the opponent's door and used a celebration that Zhang Xiaojian didn't understand, the audience was completely ignited.

The fans at home gave their craziest shouts and vents back to the players in the field. Zhang Xiaojian looked at the two old men throwing his fists, but was afraid that they would flash to his old waist.

In fact, whether it was Long Yiming or Wang Sheng, this fist movement was already sufficiently restrained.

Last year, when he won the battle of life and death in Chongjia, Long Yiming threw his sticks, jumped up a full centimeter, and hit a set of Shaolin Changquan that he learned when he was a child... and Wang Sheng rushed in. In the stadium, I shouted at the fans, causing the tonsils to swell, and I didn’t say anything for three days...

The reason why Zhang Xiaojian feels a bit too much is because he has not yet adapted to the football atmosphere here.

But when the goals came one after another... Zhang Xiaojian seemed to adapt quickly.

Especially at the end of the first half, Chen Feng dribbled the ball for four people in a row, as if Ronaldo was possessed, finally swayed the goalkeeper and gently pushed the ball into the goal, almost the whole game went into a state of madness.

Zhang Xiaojian also jumped up, not knowing why, he was a little moved.

This is a goal that can be included in the highlights. Chen Feng's technical movements, strong physical fitness, and the smoothness of this goal have not been seen by Chinese players for too long.

Even at this moment, in Zhang Xiaojian's mind, he was still making up some empty door to fly, holding his head in annoyance, and contrasting the pictures of the Huaxia National Team members with their faces full of frustration.

The stronger the contrast, the more moved this kind of touch.

I remembered that Long Yiming and Wang Sheng said that Chen Feng was the future football superstar, but Zhang Xiaojian didn't believe it at the time.

Now that he has really seen Chen Feng's technical movements and various abilities, he really feels hopeful.

So at this moment, Zhang Xiaojian glanced at Long Yiming.

The old fox called himself to the city, the first stop is the football club, which is already a kind of hint.

Now I brought myself to watch the game on the spot, and I saw the Chinese players playing in the UK again. This is because I know that Zhang Xiaojian is patriotic.

Presumably, in the near future, the two old men will sing double reeds and play a song of attracting business and attracting swords...

There was a sneer in Zhang Xiaojian's heart. Since he saw it through, how could he not be fooled?

cough...

Zhang Xiaojian decided to push the boat along the river and was completely fooled.

One is because his pressure to spend money is too great, football is a good money burning project.

Especially for this first-class club, not only must invest in transfers to improve performance, of course, all aspects of infrastructure must also be fully upgraded.

One year for the championship, one year for the Premier League.

If two years later, he really rushed into the Premier League, Zhang Xiaojian would probably wake up in his dreams. Now in the transfer market, good stars start at 80 million pounds, and the transfer fee for top superstars in the future can even reach 150 million pounds per person. , To create a comfortable Galaxy battleship.

Of course, apart from this point, Zhang Xiaojian saw the three Chinese players on the field and he had another idea.

Perhaps... this will be the hope of the future of Chinese football.

A sharp whistle interrupted Zhang Xiaojian's thinking, and when the audience shouted: "", he showed a bright smile.

He thinks he should be smiling like a fat sheep now.

It depends on whether the two old men, Long Yiming and Wang Sheng, dare to eat, whether they can eat.

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During the intermission, the fans were still enthusiastic and even sang familiar Chinese songs. The atmosphere on the scene was particularly Chinese.

Of course, they were happy for a reason. The opponents who were overwhelmed by mercury in the first half were completely out of breath, and they achieved an absolute crushing advantage of 3:0. As home fans, this moment is very happy.

Not to mention them, Gao Qingsong, Su Yu, and Ye Mozhu are also very comfortable.

They don't understand the game very well, but there are Chinese teams, so they have a sense of substitution when they look at the game, just as the Rockets that owned Yao Ming many years ago received extensive domestic support from China.

It's just... these beautiful things suddenly turned into tension, fear, and suffocation when the whistle blew in the second half of the game.

The offense and defense were completely converted, it seems that because the 3-0 score is on the verge of dying, the enemy players are pressing hard before they die.

This has caused the formation to press forward and the midfielder has more control, but it also caused the back line of defense to retreat and the crowds are getting denser.

The crowd is dense, and the ball space is small.

Therefore, although the enemy is aggressive and bombarding, the real threat actually caused is not much.

Gao Qingsong is familiar with this tactic... Isn't it Tikitaka, isn't it... As a Barcelona fan, he blinked and thought... This coach is so skillful.

In fact, Gao Qingsong's judgment is correct.

Tikitaka tactics are extremely demanding on players. Not to mention the players in the first division, even in the Premier League, Manchester City is the ancestor of the city. In addition, in recent years, spending money on buying suitable players can exert their power.

Let a group of British players who are accustomed to playing high and high play delicate work. Isn't that putting the cart before the horse and letting Zhang Fei go through the needle...

Therefore, after a sudden storm of attack, the scene suddenly reversed.

A tall defender from China steals the ball and directly hit the frontcourt with a big foot.

Chen Feng ran at full speed again, collided with the enemy defender again, broke through the last line of defense again, easily used the defensive counterattack to put the ball into the net, and this ball completely killed the game.

Both Zhang Xiaojian and Gao Qingsong understand penalty kicks, and it is not surprising to see this scene.

However, Ye Mozhu and Su Yu let out a sigh of foul breath. Just now, when the cup was bombarded wildly, their hearts were raised in their throats. Now that the dust has settled, the feeling of suppressing and then rising is really comfortable.

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Long Yiming didn't know that this match to pave the way for Zhang Xiaojian gave his club two more female fans.

When the end of the 90-minute game blew the whistle, the audience was boiling.

At this time, the group quietly exited the gymnasium, boarded a luxury car, and went straight to the Huaxia Night Market.

The night market in the city is a unique scenery, not only has the food from China, but also the dazzling products from all over the world.

Stop and go all the way, eat and drink, and enjoy.

It's just that the night market is not big. Within an hour, everyone came to the end, and then walked around. Although it was lively and lively, it didn't have the freshness of just being here.

Get in the car again, set off for the return flight, the perfect day trip is over.

But Zhang Xiaojian frowned, wondering, not how long the two old men will hold back, my fat sheep has come to the door, can I kill myself?

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