I did nothing today, just wrote four chapters

I originally wanted to save it as a manuscript for tomorrow, but after thinking about it, let's post it.

After all, I have to finish the free kick!

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"Hey, Storm," Dekur reached out and poked his partner, "Will that kid play a free kick?"

Yang Sen was slightly stunned: "He has only played five games in total, and there are two of them in the substitute. I have never seen him play free kicks..."

Dekur nodded: "That's right, I still remember that he kicked three long shots by himself in the last round of the league. Could it be that... what he ate can allow him to learn free kicks overnight?"

Jansen glanced at him: "Your joke is not funny at all, Hans."

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Suarez cursed angrily and walked towards the sidelines.

But before he could get out of the line, he turned back.

The closest to him is Long Shute who is preparing for free throws, and nine other teammates, including substitute goalkeeper Furmeer, have squeezed into the penalty area.

"Hey, dragon!"

Long Shute heard someone calling him behind him, but he turned his head and saw that he was the buck-tooth Su who should have appeared.

"Do you want to teach me to play a free kick?" he couldn't help asking.

"Ah? I'll teach you a lot!" Suarez was stunned, and then stuffed the things in his hand to him, "Come on yourself!"

Then he rushed out of the court in a hurry, unwilling to waste his teammates another second.

"What's the matter?" Long Shu looked at it and saw that the other party stuffed it into his hand... was a bright yellow fabric that was only two inches wide, with a white C-shaped character embroidered in it...

This is the captain's armband.

"Who do you want me to give?" He turned his head and shouted, but his voice was immediately overwhelmed by the booing of the home team fans in the stands. He could only watch Suarez disappear from the sidelines...

The captain came to an end, and the deputy captain Steglenberg sat down early. Long Shute really didn't know who to hand over the captain's armband.

Even if he knew, he didn't have time to run into the penalty area...

After all, this thing is a symbol of the team and cannot be thrown on the ground casually, but it is very hindering to hold it in your hand. There is no pocket for jerseys and shorts...

So Long Shute simply raised his arm and tied the hindrance to his left arm.

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"Damn," Suarez, who had just sat down on the bench, slapped his thigh and suddenly realized, "I forgot to tell him that he should hand over the armband to Lindgren!"

Brind, who was sitting next to him, muttered: "This kid actually wants to be the captain, now I have no hope!"

——He is a well-established Ajax youth training player. Being a captain should be his dream since childhood...

But now the glorious armband, which symbolizes the captain's identity, is hanging loosely on the arm of a boy who thinks it is in the way.

Maybe some people in the Ajax team will have opinions, but it is definitely not now. Nine players are crowded in the penalty area, forcing Fiorentina to place all their defensive forces in front of the goal. Even Girardino has completely retreated. As for the counterattack... it is no longer in their plan.

As long as you defend this free kick, Fiorentina can advance to the real Champions League with its head held high!

They were a little excited inside, but they forced themselves to suppress it at this time.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the little guy behind the football.

"It can be 23 meters away from the goal, you can shoot directly or play a tactical cooperation... what will he choose?"

The commentators are analyzing this issue.

Plandelli and his disciples are also considering this issue.

Even the players of Van Basten and Ajax were thinking so.

"Long Shute only took a step back. It seems that he is probably preparing to pass the ball..."

Long Shute waved to his teammates and signaled them to move towards the far post.

Because of his gesture, another storm surged in front of Florence's goal, and the defensive players were also driven to run around. You and I have me in the teammates on both sides, and you can no longer tell the difference between the enemy and me.

"Almost all Ajax's players were concentrated in the far end, and they led all the defenders of Fiorentina away..." Before Decul could finish his words, he heard a huge muffled sound from his headphones!

"Bang!"

Strength is not Long Shu's strength, but his physical strength can support him in the last moment of the game to still shoot such a powerful shot!

He remembered it.

His muscles and nerves were remembered.

I remembered countless cells all over my body!

The shooting method that Van Basten personally taught was reappearing on him!

His left foot was slammed into the grass as if he could step out of a hole on the ground.

The right leg turned into a long whip!

His right foot was heavily pulled directly behind the football!

This is certainly not a pass!

This is a shot with great force and strong force!

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Van Basten opened his mouth wide, leaving only a afterimage in his pupils!

The black and white balls flew up against the grass, turning into a black shadow in the air, like a sharp arrow cutting through the sky!

This sharp arrow did not break through the sky, but flew straight towards the snow-white goal along the established track with subtle arc and a little rotation!

"Near the post!"

Plandelli shouted in dismay, his heart was instantly hung to his throat!

Although Jovitic is also guarded by this place, it is no different from the empty gate!

Fiorentine goalkeeper Frey rushed to his right, but he only took one step and the football flew into the small penalty area!

He stretched out his right hand in despair, but it seemed as far away from the football!

"Get in!"

Some Ajax fans almost cried!

"Please fly freely!"

The fans of Fiorentina even put their hands together and prayed that God would take this shot to heaven.

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"Dong!"

A muffled sound came, and a violent tremor came from behind Frey.

His body couldn't help but tremble.

A layer of fine goose bumps exploded from his arms and thighs!

Plandelli breathed in big mouthfuls of air from Frankie Stadium, cold sweat gushed out from his back.

A feeling of resurrection spread from the chest to his limbs!

He raised his arms high and prepared to meet the last whistle!

This victory... belongs to me!

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But Van Basten's heart fell into the ice cave after this muffled sound.

His whole body seemed to be frozen in an instant.

This damn God clearly gave me hope, but at the last moment, he smashed the hope with his own hands!

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"Pull post! This damn pull post!" Yang Sen hugged his head in annoyance.

The Ajax players also hugged their heads.

The football bounced high from the post, crossed Jovitic near the small penalty area, and fell towards the penalty area line.

Since everyone had gathered near the far post before, there was no one in this location at this time and the nearest Jovetic was five or six meters away.

No one?

A figure suddenly flashed in Jovitic's eyes.

His pupils suddenly tightened involuntarily!

His eyes were dyed red in an instant!

It was so red that it seemed to fall into the burning flames!
To be continued...