roccoschili Chapter 873 Warm-up match with the Chinese team (3)
Chapter 873 Warm-up match with the Chinese team (3)
Chapter 873 Warm-up match with the Chinese team ([-])
In Bosque's original plan, it was indeed to give Fan Bizhuang some playing time in this game. For the Spanish team, the Chinese team was just a very ordinary opponent in the warm-up match. For Fan Bizhuang, The meaning is somewhat different.
After all, Fan Bizhuang is a Chinese, and China is his motherland. Being able to compete with his homeland team is of extraordinary significance.
Bosque is happy to do this favor. He also knows that the Premier League starts a period of time earlier than other European leagues. In order not to increase the burden on Fan Bizhuang, Bosque originally planned not to call him back to the team, because of the Chinese team. That's why Bosque called Fan Bizhuang back - in the first game against Colombia, Fan Bizhuang rested for the entire game, but this time, no matter what, he would be given a chance to make an appearance.
Bosque was planning to let Fan Bizhuang come off the bench in the second half, but now he hesitated. The Chinese team's style of play was too fierce and savage, and he didn't want Fan Bizhuang to take risks—between the club and the national team. There is a "natural contradiction", let alone a player like Fan Bizhuang who plays an absolute core role in the club. If something happens to him in the national team game, especially in the warm-up match, it is estimated that Manchester United will take the lead. Unceremoniously coming to the door—Bosque is not afraid, but it is also very troublesome for the two parties to argue.
"Don't worry about my physical fitness, it's fine, I've had a good rest these days."
Seeing the head coach hesitate, Fan Bizhuang immediately added, "I will protect myself, you know, sir, I am playing in the Premier League now, and the intensity there is no worse than that of the Chinese team."
"Let's see the situation in the second half..."
Bosque still wanted to refuse, but he stopped talking involuntarily. Fan Bizhuang looked at him with firm eyes, "I want to compete with my home country team, and I want to score goals, even if it's just I will go all out for an insignificant warm-up match, I am a professional player...Sir, do you agree with the words of the Football Association officials, do you want to..."
"How is it possible! If I did that, it would be a desecration of my professional ethics! Even if I die, I will not do that! For people who love football like me, this sport cannot be desecrated !"
Bosque became a little furious in an instant, and then quickly realized that Fan Bizhuang was deliberately "exciting" himself, glared at the other party bitterly, and said angrily: "You go in the second half! Remember, give me a good kick , don't be soft-footed, if you can't go all out as you said, I will replace you immediately!"
Fan Bizhuang made an "OK" gesture, turned around and ran away.
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When Fan Bizhuang, dressed in jerseys and shoes, followed most of them out of the player tunnel, the Bernabéu stadium erupted into cheers like a tsunami.
The signal is obvious. Fan Bizhuang will play as soon as the second half begins.
As for his appearance, obviously, everyone in this stadium is in high spirits.
Today's Spanish national team can be said to be full of stars and superstars, but when it comes to the most popular and most popular players, it must be Fan Bizhuang.
The top scorer in La Liga for two consecutive seasons, the super player who dominated the top four, the World Cup Golden Boot scorer and the best player, stepped forward at the most critical moment of the national team, turned the tide, and led the team to the highest peak of honor... The dazzling aura shrouded Fan Bizhuang's head, which made it impossible for him not to become the focus of attention.
In addition, Fan Bizhuang just helped Real Madrid regain the league championship trophy that had been lost for several years in this stadium last season. To put it bluntly, most of the fans who came to this stadium to watch this game were for As for the hundreds of Chinese students and overseas workers who came to the scene to see Fan Bizhuang's superstar demeanor, needless to say, they have stronger expectations for Fan Bizhuang than the Chinese team—— No one knows better than them what kind of bird Chinese football is and what level the Chinese players are. This group of guys will only add to the hearts of the fans. Only Fan Bizhuang is the pride of the Chinese and the pride of Chinese football.
Even if he represents the Spanish national team now, no one can deny Fan Bizhuang's Yanhuang blood. This is their compatriots, their own people, and their pride!
"Fan Ye! Fan Ye has appeared!"
"After waiting for so long, it's finally here! Fan Ye, Fan Ye, Fan Ye!!! Fan Ye, come on!"
"In ordinary times, I would definitely support the Chinese team, even if they played worse than shit... But today is different, anyway, Fan Ye is also our own, so there is nothing to say, Fan Ye, Give this group of big names a little color and let them see that what you play is football and what they play is shit!"
"That's right! I really hope Master Fan can wake up this group of self-righteous and self-important guys!"
As soon as Fan Bizhuang, wearing the No. 23 home red jersey, set foot on the court, there was an endless stream of shouts and cheers, and whenever he touched the ball, even if it was just a stop or a pass, the cheers on the scene would be repeated. up a level.
There is nothing better than the demeanor of a top superstar.
The players of the Chinese team on the field looked at the same yellow-skinned and black-haired face as theirs, and their every move seemed to be the most dazzling star in the sky. All kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred emerged in their hearts.
But envy or jealousy, this is the reality, this is the gap!
They are entertaining themselves in the terrible league in their own country, but they have already stepped onto the world stage, radiating their own brilliance in the eyes of everyone!
Many Chinese players have unconvinced thoughts in their hearts. They also want to prove that they are not useless. At least, in this game, they want Fan Bizhuang to understand that they want to break through their defense and break their goal. , is not that easy!
But the ideal is very rich, but the reality is very skinny.
In terms of personal ability and overall teamwork ability, the level of Asian football is far from that of European football, let alone the first-class Chinese team in Asia. The iron-walled defense line can come and go freely, galloping vertically and horizontally. It is not too easy to deal with the Chinese team, which is not at all popular, and only relies on the hot-headed Yu Yong's defense line.
After getting familiar with the rhythm of the field, Fan Bizhuang's first head-on breakthrough made the Chinese team suffer enough.
Galloping quickly along the left side, he threw away the defending players based on his speed alone, and then quickly smashed the ball straight to the middle, moving around and breaking through the defenses of two Chinese players in a row. Fan Bizhuang used his speed and technique The perfect combination of the two teams has taught their homeland team a lesson!
Sprint, change direction, dial the ball, smash the ball, change direction again...
The action was so simple that it couldn't be simpler, but it seemed to have magic power. The defenders of the Chinese team couldn't stop Fan Bizhuang's footsteps. The football was like an obedient elf, firmly sticking to his feet.
"Fan! This is a breakthrough from Fan!"
"Still so fast, still so thunderous! He is always one step ahead of the defender. The opponent clearly sees the ball in front of them, and seems to be able to grab it, but the final result... can only be shaken away!"
"This is the strength of a top superstar! Even the best defender in the world dare not say that Fan's breakthrough can be defended, let alone... The defense line of the Chinese team is under his feet, which is no different from a city wall made of paper. break!"
After a graceful dance, Fan Bizhuang ended it with a kick in front of the penalty area - the football quickly drew a semicircle in the air, and the Chinese goalkeeper Zeng Cheng had tried his best to leap in the air, but still failed It can change the outcome of football entering the net.
Accurate!Desperately accurate!
The net broke the ball and scored!
After a series of dazzling performances by Fan Bizhuang, he easily scored the goal, and the Spanish team also extended the score advantage to three goals!
"Is this the true strength of Fan Bizhuang?"
"Good... so fast, so strong, so... powerful!"
"I can't stop it at all! How can he be so fast?!"
The players of the Chinese team froze in place, with a completely dull expression.
They were indeed a little frightened, their defense was fine, their defense line was kept intact, and they were very concerned about Fan Bizhuang. Many players went up to encircle them, and the Spanish team did not press heavily this time. Fan Bizhuang, who was fighting alone, beat their complete line of defense to nothing left!
If this is the true strength of the top superstars, if Spain handed over every attack to Fan Bizhuang, then...then how can they play this game?By the end of the game, they won't be in double figures for conceded goals?
Of course, if these dazed Chinese players knew that Fan Bizhuang was actually playing with his back and not firing at full power, they would probably be terrified.
Ignoring these dazed Chinese players, Fan Bizhuang ran to the southwestern corner of the stands. There were a lot of Chinese fans in this stand. Fan Bizhuang ran to the billboard and apologized to the fans above. Gestures, no goal celebrations.
After all, it is his home country, and Fan Bizhuang doesn't feel that he has scored in his home country's goal, so there is nothing to be happy and congratulate.
Fan Bizhuang's thoughts and actions undoubtedly won the hearts of the Chinese fans even more, and the Chinese fans present also responded quickly, and their response was more like a slap in the face of the Chinese team. A slap in the face.
The applause and cheers one after another sounded again, all of which were blessings and celebrations sent by Chinese fans to Fan Bizhuang.
"Fan Ye! Fan Ye! Fan Ye!!!"
"Fan Ye is mighty! Fan Ye is domineering!"
"Beautiful entry! Master Fan, come one more!"
"Master Fan, shoot them to death! Don't be polite, shoot them hard in the face, let them wake up!"
"Don't give up, Fan Ye, they can't represent Chinese football! No matter how many goals you score, the fans will not blame you, they will only thank you - thank you for waking up this group of people who can't do anything but play football , You bastard who does everything well!"
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(End of this chapter)