Chapter 53: Falsely showing off one’s vast talent, never opening up in one’s life

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"GOAL! It's Raul and Young again! Just now it was Raul who assisted Young to score, now it's Young's assist and Raul's shot! The two sides are back on the same starting line again! Schalke 04 is definitely the luckiest goal in the entire Bundesliga this year Team, after his hat trick against Monchengladbach in the 19th round of the Bundesliga, Yang has been completely activated! 12 goals and 5 assists in the league, 6 goals and 3 assists in the Europa League, these are the statistics of a top forward!"

"This is Raul's 77th goal in the European War! If Schalke 04 can advance all the way, or if he continues to stay and play in next year's Champions League, it will be easy to break the 80-goal mark..."

Raul ran to the sidelines, lowered his head and kissed his ring, which caused another round of cheers from the audience.

Bielsa shook his head helplessly, looked at Raul, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Yang Feng who was running towards Raul.

Chinese? football? What a dream.

This was the last goal in the first half, and the two sides returned to the lounge with a score of 2:2.

The players were all in good spirits, but after waiting in the locker room for a long time, not only did Stevens not come, but Hildebrand was also nowhere to be seen, and suddenly they felt that something was not going well.

Sure enough, Stevens came in with a stinky face after a while and said to substitute goalkeeper Matthias Schober: "Go and warm up."

"Huh?" Shuo Bo replied stupidly, and then flew out.

Raul was worried: "Timo (Hildebrand) is seriously injured?"

When Bilbao scored the first goal, Hildebrand's right hand was injured. At that time, I thought it had been taken care of, but now it seems that it should be quite serious.

"We need to do further inspections," Stevens walked to the tactical board, "Okay, let's talk about the game. The opponent now has two away goals. The situation is very unfavorable for us, so we have to strengthen our offense... Marco (Heger), I will replace you soon after the start of the second half, not because I am dissatisfied with you, but because of tactical needs, I hope you can understand."

The coach said so, and Hegel could only nod in agreement.

"Then, we will return to the two forwards, with Klaas (Huntelaar) forward, and Young's position moving back slightly. Of course, it is not to let you hide behind Klaas as a shadow forward, but to let you strengthen the mid-to-long range. Shooting, maybe you didn’t realize it yourself, but you are talented in this area..."

"Defender! Your performance in the first half disappointed me! But that's over, now let's look forward! I don't want the opponent to return to Spain with three or even four away goals..."

"The two wingers should strengthen the passing and passing. I don't need a fullback who only lowers his head to dribble, whether he is a full-back or a full-back! Of course, if you think you are Robben or Messi, you can continue to challenge me. patience……"

"Okay, time is up, come on, there are 135 minutes left in the game, but I hope you can resolve the battle in the next 45 minutes, and then in five days we will go to Spain for vacation instead of fighting for our lives."

"Got it, BOSS!"

Players from both sides stepped onto the court again. The Spaniard on the opposite side was probably fed a lot of chicken soup by Bielsa and looked very excited.

"After half-time Stevens brought on Schober for Hildebrand, poor Timo, hope he's okay. Bielsa brought on Ibai Gomez for Ander Herrera , this is a matchup substitution... Huntelaar also went to warm up and looks like he will play soon."

At the beginning of the game, Yang Feng hit Shan Zhenhu with a long shot.

It was Raul's pass and Yang Feng's shot, but this time, although Javi Martinez failed to block the shot, it still caused some interference to Yang Feng and made him play hastily. , the football hit the crossbar and flew out of the bottom line.

In the 52nd minute, Huntelaar came on as a substitute for Heger and got the ball into Athletic Bilbao's goal as soon as he came up. Unfortunately, it was ruled offside.

Ten minutes later, Stevens replaced Draxler with Holtby.

Holtby is of mixed Anglo-German descent and came from Aachen's youth training. He is capable of playing multiple positions in the frontcourt, but after coming on the field, he went directly to the front line. Schalke's formation turned into a 4-3-3.

Sauer said worriedly: "Stevens is too radical! He has almost completely overturned his pre-game tactical arrangements. This is not a good sign!"

This conclusion is a bit premature, because Schalke 04's continuous attack soon bore fruit again.

The simultaneous pressure from the three forwards caused a brief confusion in Athletic Bilbao's defense. Raul relied on his experienced experience and familiarity with the Spanish team to accurately seize the opportunity and pass the ball from the two defenders. Stuffed in between.

This foot is somewhat like a random pass, but experience tells him that if this kind of pass is not done well, it will become a stroke of genius.

After all, one of the three forwards in the penalty area can hit them, right?

As a result, the football was really snatched by Brother Monkey.

With a sweep, the football rolled directly to the left side of the goal.

"Raul made a through ball, Huntelaar shot... Yirassos! Magical Yirassos! He put the ball... Yang?! GOAL!! When did he appear there?"

"The ball went in! Yang Feng scored twice! Huntelaar's shot was blocked by the goalkeeper, and Yang Feng hit the net! This is his 7th goal in the Europa League, only one left behind Cha Bum-geun's 9-goal record Two! Schalke 04 took the lead for the first time, and the score became 3-2."

"Congratulations on scoring the reversal goal in a key game and earning 3 points. Current points: 20."

finally……

Yang Feng rubbed his hands and started the first blue lottery.

White: ordinary stars.

Blue: first-class stars.

Purple: Top superstar.

Orange: Legend.

Gold: Lord of the Ages.

Colorful: King of the ball.

Take a good look at it.

It would be very interesting if this classification was based on historical status, popularity, influence, career honors, etc., instead of purely on personal ability.

Needless to say, the world champions are naturally Maradona and Pele. Dribbling, ball sense, leadership qualities, teamwork, etc. are undoubtedly the highest level of human beings. Naturally, they are not much weaker in other aspects.

The king of the era should be the so-called quasi-ball king. It is estimated that there is not a significant gap in personal ability between him and the ball king. It may have something to do with performance, honors, etc.

Down below, a generation of legends and superstars.

There is no doubt that the two are trendsetters of the times, the core and even the facade of a wealthy club. The difference is probably that the former has become a part of the team's history, and may even be a national hero of his own country, while the latter has personal circumstances, spiritual attributes, status in the world and even It's just a slight difference in personality charm and so on... maybe it's the difference between Drogba and Hazard?

So among the remaining two, if the ordinary stars are top in Asia, then the top stars should be the so-called world-class?

Maybe they are like Huntelaar and Higuain, who are undoubtedly world-class stars, but you said they are not super giants, they can also be the top scorer in the five major leagues, and they also have a place in the national team full of talents. , but if you want to say that they are top stars, it feels like they are still so far behind.

Just as Yang Feng was making random guesses, the blue turntable on the system interface was already spinning rapidly, and then stopped under his mental command.

The hands slowly pointed to about three o'clock, and a blue card slowly flew out and floated in front of him.

"How could it be him?"

I have so many talents, but I have never opened my arms in my whole life.

The king of the outer instep, Ricardo Quaresma…