Chapter 34: The Blue Moon Legion's problems are exposed, and Instructor Yi goes online to offer
Chapter 34: The Blue Moon Legion's problems are exposed, and Instructor Yi goes online to offer
Comments abound below the goal summary.
That was an awesome shot! That was such a stylish goal!
[Okay, Liu Yi is definitely got something. That ball control, that bicycle kick—no other Chinese Super League player could pull that off! I feel like he could compete for the Puskás Award.]
[Seriously, can we please stop comparing Hua Chao to Yi Di? Besides providing daily laughs, they serve no other purpose.]
[While the jump height wasn't as impressive as Ronaldo's or others in terms of a pure bicycle kick, the execution was so skillful—a flick with the left foot and a strike with the right, a fluid and graceful movement that was simply stunning!]
[Actually, Yi Di's physical attributes are actually quite good. His stamina and physical strength can be improved with more training, after all, he just turned 18. It would be much harder to improve someone like Balotelli, who isn't very bright, since intelligence is largely innate.]
[Hmm... I don't think Balotelli is stupid, he's just a bit mentally unstable. Maybe many Black football stars have this problem to some extent. Look how well Messi and Ronaldo have done!]
Eriksson held his head in his hands, rambling incoherently with excitement.
"This guy's imagination is world-class!"
In front of the away team's goal, Joe Hart slowly got up, looking dejected.
The British man wondered if he had gotten something dirty on him.
Or was a witchcraft incident occurring in the locker room?
Why do I always end up as the background character in these iconic moments, just like Paul George?
Boateng walked over, speechless, and simply patted his defensive partner on the shoulder.
That expression seemed to be saying something.
Dude, if all else fails, maybe you should see a wizard.
Pogba, on the Leicester City bench, kept twisting his body.
The substitute goalkeeper, Will, sitting next to him, looked puzzled.
"Little brother, is something itchy on your body?"
Pogba shook his head.
"That was so cool! I'm trying to imitate your bicycle kick, but I don't know if I can pull it off."
Mancini's gaze toward Liu Yi took on a different hue.
The Middle Eastern tycoons are spending money like crazy, isn't it all just to get more exposure?
Now we have a young player who is both popular and has great potential.
It is said that the market potential behind China and India is huge.
As a result, with a population of over two billion, they couldn't find a single star player.
India is out of the question; the Indians should just stick to playing cricket.
Looking at it now, there's still some hope for Tokyo University.
Besides, Manchester City has its own DNA!
The renowned "Chinese Sun" is in charge of making the connection, and this matter has quite potential.
It's a pity he came from Manchester United's youth academy, and with Ferguson still in charge, it's not easy to poach him.
Otherwise, Mancini would be quite looking forward to seeing what it would be like to start Liu Yi and Balotelli together.
The game continues.
Tevez continued to try to force his way through the middle.
"The Beast" is at the peak of his career, and after joining Manchester City, he has reached his peak.
During the World Cup, he outwardly disobeyed Maradona and Messi, the so-called "master and disciple of football kings".
Hmph, they were still dealt a crushing blow by Germany and didn't even make it into the semi-finals.
After the national team changed coaches, Tevez felt that his opportunity had come. If he could put on a stunning performance with Manchester City, he might really be able to threaten Messi's position!
Leicester City opted to double-team Tevez.
However, the latter was simply too fast.
It instantly pierced through Leicester City's previously solid central defense.
For some reason, Tevez did not choose to continue attacking the home team's defense.
Instead, they took a long-range shot directly from the top of the arc.
The football grazed the crossbar and flew out of bounds.
Mancini slapped his thigh.
Urgent!
Tevez was so anxious, it was like having a piece of fat fed to his mouth but it just wouldn't budge, and no matter what methods he tried, it was to no avail.
After all, shooting accuracy can't be improved by the mysterious blue pill.
The three thousand Manchester City fans who had just arrived on the road froze as Tevez took his shot.
The next second, a muffled thunder of sighs rolled across the entire away stands.
at the same time.
Leicester City fans who missed out on FA Cup tickets gathered in bars throughout the city to watch TV.
The flickering light on the screen reflected the worried faces on each person's face.
"Leicester City...we must hold on!"
64 minutes.
Leicester City made a substitution.
Yuki Abe was substituted because his midfielder was ineffective in both attacking and defending.
Paul Pogba is on the pitch!
Leicester City fans looked at each other in bewilderment.
I heard he's a kid on loan from Manchester United.
He plays midfield; I wonder how good he is.
Anyway, the last dish couldn't even be served, so after renting it for a month, they gave me a full refund.
(Lingard, inside Carrington base, suddenly sneezed twice...)
"Don't be nervous, Paul, just play like you do in training!"
Andy King braced himself on his knees, his chest heaving violently.
The intense pressing caused his stamina to drop rapidly, but he still remembered to remind Pogba to pay attention to the situation on the field.
Pogba nodded and continued fixing his hair.
He muttered something under his breath.
"Oh dear, this match should be broadcast live across England, right? I can't let my hairstyle get messed up."
Vieira watched silently as his French junior came on as a substitute.
He once presented the latter with an award in a U16 competition.
In Clairefontaine, scouts gave Pogba high praise – he can make runs and score like a striker, or orchestrate the rhythm like a midfielder. Beneath his tall frame lies a magician-like delicate ball control, like an attacking version of Patrick Vieira. It wouldn't be surprising if he were selected for the French national team in the future, or even become one of the core players of the French national team. Of course, what limits his development is his unruly personality.
Looking at him now, his personality is not as rebellious as it was two years ago; on the contrary, he's become somewhat immature.
Has someone's art style influenced us?
Manchester City, seeing that Pogba, who had just come on as a newcomer, was a key player to attack.
The young Frenchman held onto possession like a rock, sandwiched between Milner and Adam Jansen.
A graceful pull-up and turn.
It was like breaking free of a shackle.
However, just as Pogba was about to unleash his signature move—a low, through ball after getting past his opponent—he was caught off guard.
Vieira's long legs precisely severed the line.
The 35-year-old Manchester City veteran shook his finger.
Mancini, however, couldn't be happy at all.
He felt that Leicester City's midfield energy began to emerge after Pogba came on.
However, in this FA Cup match, he was one of the three main midfielders in the league.
David Silva, Yaya Toure, and Nigel de Jong were not brought along.
That was really overconfident!
Wright and Milner are, strictly speaking, wingers.
So Manchester City's formation is actually...
4-1-5!
Moreover, with Dzeko sidelined due to injury, the most effective weapon for breaking through dense defenses, the battering ram, is also out of the game.
On the bench...
The only remaining attacker is Santa Cruz, who made two appearances in the first half of the season.
While Mancini was racking his brains for a solution.
During dead ball time, Liu Yi suddenly ran to the sidelines.
Eriksson's expression softened.
"Child, I know you're tired, but you must hang in there a little longer. We need your firepower."
Blue Fox No. 23 shook his head, leaned close to the old coach, and whispered.
"Their two midfielders like to push forward, we should look for opportunities to attack the area behind number 24."
The Swedish coach glanced at Vieira.
An old Ferrari is still a Ferrari.
Liu Yi remained firm in his opinion: "That's exactly what we're targeting. He's 35 and has already announced his retirement at the end of the season, so he definitely can't run as fast as he used to... I just don't know why they haven't substituted him out yet."
Erickson rolled his eyes at Liu Yi.
You're 18, and you still can't run very fast.
After the goal kick was taken, Liu Yi gave a brief explanation and ran back onto the field.
The teaching assistant looked puzzled.
"Boss, what did Liu just say to you?"
Eriksson took a deep breath.
"He's... teaching me how to do things."
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