RNP Chapter 68 Utter Humiliation! The Blue Warriors and their generals knelt before Emperor Yi; it was n
Chapter 68 Utter Humiliation! The Blue Warriors and their generals knelt before Emperor Yi; it was n
Chapter 68 Utter Humiliation! The Blue Warriors and their generals kneel to see off Emperor Yi; it's normal for vassal states to pay homage to their patriarch. (Please subscribe)
Old Brian rubbed his eyes.
He admitted that he did feel a chill when Shinji Kagawa dribbled forward.
If I actually let him score, where would I put my old face?
Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.
The national team is the national team.
No matter how well you get along, it can't compare to the time you spend together in a club.
only----
Is that black-haired striker who shrugged off the opposing defender really Liu Yi?
Comments section under the real-time battle report:
[Holy crap, awesome! That was incredible! Who said Liu Yi is a fragile, delicate striker? I'd slap him across the face!]
[Haha, that was so damn satisfying! Look at that Japanese defender, his eyes are practically glued to the goal. Ah, if only Liu Yi were wearing the Chinese national team jersey.]
[It's okay, buddy upstairs, just lower the resolution. Since they're all wearing red anyway, you can fantasize a bit.]
remote.
Yuki Abe watched as the Manchester United players rushed to the sidelines to celebrate.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings and deep emotion.
Not long ago, he fought alongside Liu Yi in the English Championship.
Only a few months have passed.
The gap between him and Liu Yi was already as unimaginable as the massive waves of Utsunomiya/Shion.
If Liu Jun continues to run tirelessly like this—
Abe's Adam's apple bobbed.
The game has restarted.
The Japanese team continues to focus on passing and possession.
However, their passing and possession looked more like Barcelona's "pseudo-passing and possession" style after 2016. The ball was repeatedly passed around at their feet, and apart from the possession rate constantly rising on the data panel, they had almost no chance to advance the ball into Manchester United's defensive third.
Zaccheroni was impatient.
What's the point of just rubbing against it without getting in?
Makoto Hasebe.
Wolfsburg's versatile midfielder.
With a light flick of the outside of his right foot.
He executed a low, straight pass!
The ball precisely pierced the gap in the defense between Lingard and Pogba.
Shinji Okazaki understood immediately.
He beat the offside trap, broke into the penalty area, and fired a low shot into the near corner!
Ben Amos!
Manchester United's third-choice goalkeeper, and also the first-choice goalkeeper for the reserve team.
His left foot blocked the attack in mid-air like a shield!
"Ugh! Damn it!!"
"We almost broke through Manchester United's goal!"
"Okazaki-kun, you're still not hitting the mark hard enough!"
"Watch out for Manchester United's counter-attacks now!"
Phil Jones.
The "hidden gem" who was left out of the Three Lions squad.
He was also relegated to the reserve team for training.
In this match, Phil Jackson, who started the game, controlled the ball after Amos cleared it and accurately passed it to Lingard.
Never doubt the fundamental skills of players on top-tier teams.
Even if he is just a target man.
Of course, there are always exceptions.
For example, Dembele, who couldn't even juggle the ball properly during his debut ceremony, who would have thought he would later become a Ballon d'Or winner?
Lingard and Pogba.
Continuous small-scale wall collisions in coordination.
He got past Yasuhito Endo.
Another through ball.
The young man who used to chase the wind.
The weathered young man now.
What time has taken from Michael Irving will never come back.
All the past glories are now just fleeting clouds.
As he prepares to retire, the football world may only lose an unremarkable Ballon d'Or winner.
The prediction community is about to welcome a legendary "beacon"!
Irving bought the wrong thing, and ended up with a villa by the sea.
A feint or sway.
Irving accelerated with his first step, but failed to shake off Maya Yoshida.
My heart sank.
Back when he was at his peak, he once suffered a defeat against an Asian defender when playing against Crystal Palace.
Now that he's fallen on hard times, he's even less capable than others.
There's no other way, let's pass the ball to the younger players.
Tap horizontally.
The ball has moved to the wing.
Atsuto Uchida, who was paired with Liu Yi, who was on the side.
"You hoo!"
Liu Yi was taken aback.
How come this Japanese soldier can speak human language?
"I know him, Gao!"
The entire foot was marked with a mix of English and Chinese.
China's supernova suddenly realized.
I almost forgot that this guy was Gao Junmin's teammate during his time at Schalke.
Trying to get close to someone won't work.
Atsuto Uchida pinned Gao Junmin firmly to the bench at Schalke.
The expressions on the faces of Japanese media and fans were far from the polite ones they are today.
Liu Yi gently flicked the ball with his right foot, shifting Uchida's center of gravity, and then suddenly flicked it in the opposite direction.
At the same time, a flash of silver light appeared in the depths of his eyes.
He made a powerful inside cut.
Atsuto Uchida realized he had been deceived and, in desperation, tried to exert his strength.
He lost his balance and knelt down.
Reaching out, I only grasped a wisp of air.
"Baka!"
In the stands.
The deafening roar gradually subsided at that moment.
Japanese fans held their breath, staring intently at Liu Yi.
Yuki Abe's muscles were tense.
His gaze was fixed on the same price from the past.
He knew that Liu Yi had developed the ability to use his left foot.
Damn it, is it really possible to learn this skill so easily?!
Liu Yi dribbled the ball and took a step to the side.
He brought down Yuki Abe.
Another trip.
Yoshida Maya collapsed.
Liu Yi didn't use any fancy dribbling moves.
But it's precisely because his shooting accuracy is so threatening.
This forced the Blue Samurai's defenders to repeatedly attempt to block the shot in advance.
But Liu Yi seemed to have no interest in dealing with the entire Japanese defense line.
Without saying a word, they led the way from the side lane to the middle lane.
Tomoaki Makino’s eyes widened in anger.
It blocked Liu Yi's path to break through.
You can get past both of them.
But you can't get past me!
Liu Yi glanced at him.
His left foot suddenly snapped shut.
Slump your shoulders.
accelerate.
Give it your all!
Perfect rhythm and power.
He directly pushed J-League's star defender, Tomoaki Ueno, out of his defensive position.
To deal with you, I don't even need to be an expert.
Makino Tomoaki wanted to chase after him, but his knees buckled, he lost his balance, and he fell to his knees in an unseemly manner.
Moreover—the direction in which he fell was directly towards Liu Yi, who was speeding away.
Bei Zehao almost fainted from anger.
"Man and horse collided!"
"The Japanese team will be forever shamed."
"Baka! Where is our samurai spirit?!"
The Blue Warrior's Hope.
They placed their hopes on Eiji Kawashima, the last of them.
The sudden stop, spike, and change of direction just now.
Liu Yi has already switched his dribbling foot to his right foot.
Aim for the top right corner of the goal.
Liu Yi glanced at Kawashima Eiji's position and swung his leg without hesitation.
Fire a DF heavy cannon shot!
Without interference from others.
The power and accuracy of the shot were impeccable.
Intertwined with extreme swirling.
They roared towards the Japanese team's goal.
What kind of people does Eiji Kawashima usually face?!
It was Linsman, the commander of the "Red Reconnaissance Plane".
Yang Xu is known as "Guam Butcher", "Bhutan Punisher", and "Myanmar's Eternal Nightmare".
Then there are the small forwards in the Belgian First Division whose market value is less than one million.
I've never seen anything like this before!
The Japanese player who collapsed to the ground in a panic.
This contrasts sharply with the radiant Manchester United star.
In the stands.
Some of the Japanese female fans watching the game finally couldn't control themselves anymore.
The folds in the brain were smoothed out.
All that remained were screams of "Aaaaaaah!"
Eiji Kawashima makes a quick save.
It's more like self-comfort.
Whether he can get in or not is no longer within his control.
A muffled thud.
The football struck the inside of the post and bounced into the white net.
"Goal!"
"It's Liu Yi again!"
"That was a spectacular long-range shot!"
"A truly astonishing performance!"
"Kawashima Eiji is completely helpless!"
"This is a classic example of 'dimensional reduction attack'!"
"Wow, it's hard to believe that the Japanese team would be so utterly defeated by a Chinese player!"
"These two goals conceded could be a devastating blow to the struggling Blue Samurai!"
at the same time.
Japan.
The Toshiba Electronics manager, who was monitoring real-time sales data, was surprised to discover...
Just a few minutes ago.
The TV sales curve suddenly surged upwards, soaring to an astonishing peak.
Suppressing his excitement, the manager quickly called his company president to share the good news.
"President! Our television—"
After the call was answered, a crackling sound suddenly came from the other end.
And the president's almost hoarse roar: "Baka! Shira shira di!"
"These players are defiling our national flag!"
"They should all commit seppuku! Suicide!"
"Hey, Private Marseille, I just lost my composure. Tell me, what happened?"
PS: 12-18 was a low point for Japanese football, a period of transition with only two or three star players, and the overall quality was lacking. Their world ranking also fell to 40 or 50. Clubs have a natural advantage when playing against the national team, so it's not surprising that they won by a large margin. Besides—this is a football novel, isn't it?
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