Will I hurt you if I score like this?

Chapter 35 Why don't you pass the ball?
"Snapped!"

Van Persie kicked a bottle of water, which burst from the plastic wrap and scattered all over the floor, before sitting in his seat and staring at the door of the dressing room.

"Why didn't you pass the ball just now!"

Before Robben walked into the locker room, Van Persie started to attack.

Robben lowered his head. In the first half of the game, the two wingers were already guarded a little uncomfortable, and now he is also angry.

Having nowhere to vent his worries, seeing Van Persie questioning himself in a bad tone, he immediately stood in front of Van Persie, and the two confronted each other.

The other members of the Dutch team were also in a bad mood. They were not surprised by this scene, and they returned to their seats and squinted at the two.

The mood calmed down a lot.

"Wow, there should be something wrong with this person's thinking."

Van Marwijk pushed Levi into the locker room with his hands. Levi's arrogant celebration just when he left the field caused dissatisfaction among fans and Russian players.

When I walked into the dressing room and saw the familiar classic links, I couldn't help feeling angry.

He also happened to want to torture Peter Pan.

"The first counterattack did not pass the ball, and Van Persie went forward and turned offside and did not pass the ball. What's the situation?"

"He didn't pass the ball in such a big gap, and he didn't pass the ball when he ran away from the position. He just cared about taking the lead. Why did he bring the ball to be intercepted?"

Robben, who was already ready to curse, lost his momentum after the coach came in.

With a straight face and hands spread out.

"The defender on the other side keeps squeezing me close. He just stands in the penalty area and asks for the ball. How can I pass it?"

"Others have been fouling me all the time, and no one has "protective response". He just asks me to make the ball for him, why doesn't he make the ball for me!"

Van Marwijk felt that Robben was a bit too confused. At this time, there must be a very drastic thing that he has never done.

Come and wake Robben up.

Robben was tortured for a full 10 minutes, and even said a few words to Van Persie, both of them were a little impatient.

Huntelaar stood behind van Marwijk, grimacing and grinning as the two were tortured.

"You two are ready to warm up at the beginning of the half!"

Van Marwijk dropped a blockbuster, pointing to Dirk Dirk and Huntelaar.

Van Persie and Robben sat up straight.

The defense in the first half was too uncomfortable. If it weren't for Li Wei's long-range volley at the last time, the mood of the Dutch team would have fallen to the bottom.

Both of them held back their energy and wanted to find their way back in the second half.

"What's the use of arguing here? Look at Akinfeev on the opposite side, how many times he has saved your goals before, can you let him go to the goal to pick up the damn ball in the second half?"

"The second half of the game begins, the two sides change sides and fight again, and the Dutch team kicks off!"

After the half-time break, Robben and Van Persie stood on the court with unfriendly expressions, and the look in their eyes seemed to kill people.

Levi let out a breath.

As soon as the game started, the Dutch team began to launch a fierce attack.

Many attempts in the first half made Van Marwijk give up the tactic of launching an offensive from both sides and then playing a long diagonal pass to find Van Persie.

The height of the two iron towers of the Russian team is too dominant, and Van Persie is a little difficult to parry.

Robben simply passed a low cross throughout the game, and most of the time he chose to take the ball into the penalty area by himself.

The tactics turned to allow Li Weiney to retract his ribs and respond to Van der Vaart.

And Robben stood behind Van Persie, using the center as the fulcrum, as the second attack point to respond at any time.

The four defenders of the Russian team are heavy and slow to turn.

The Dutch team's footwork is better, and they all have a good ability to get rid of it. It is easier to tear open the hole with precise passing and cutting in a small range.

This tactic?Van Persie felt a familiar feeling.

"Van der Vaart made a short pass to find Li Wei, who dribbled the ball into the penalty area, and Janbalov was watching him, changing directions continuously!"

Van Persie suddenly bypassed Kolodin and kicked the ball back, and Levi gave it to him covertly.

Ignashevich, who was out of position, quickly made up for it. Van Persie flicked his heel and gave it to Van der Vaart.

"Roben walks along the sideline, van der Vaart passes to Robben, the ball is not offside!"

Akinfeev leans his body to block the space of Robben's push from the near corner.

"A clever pull past Zhirkov, Robben volleys!"

The football hits Kolodin's body and deflects into the net.

Akinfeev and Kolodin looked at each other, and the latter kicked the goal post angrily.

"The Dutch team overtook the score! 2 to 1!"

After switching to the center to penetrate, the Dutch team's offensive firepower has improved.

In the 67th minute of the game, Van Marwijk replaced Robben, who helped the Dutch team overtake, with Louie.

He also replaced Van der Vaart, who was about to help Real Madrid play the Western Super Cup.

Replaced by the 21-year-old PSV Eindhoven attacking midfielder Afeilai.

Then let him replace Li Wei's position, and Li Wei changed to the front midfielder to organize the attack.

"Another chance for the Dutch team to counterattack! Levi held the ball again, and cooperated with Afeilai to hit the wall, advancing to the edge of the penalty area."

Afeilai made a short pass from the left, and Levi received the ball facing the ball. The Russian central defender Dmitry Tobinsky, who replaced him, caught Levi's body in a hurry.

"Spiritual leakage, Van Persie can directly hit the goal in this position!"

Van Persie, who was late to catch the ball just now, went straight to the football, and without blinking, he headed towards the ball and scored.

3:1.

"At the end of the game, Ajax center Huntelaar came off the bench, and the Dutch team also made one or two adjustments to the defense, replacing Van Bronckhorst, who was a little weak in stamina."

With a two-goal lead, the Dutch team's overall formation began to shrink, and they no longer frequently attacked the frontcourt.

This makes the Russian team even more uncomfortable.

Except for Arshavin, the overall footwork of Russian players is rough, and they can counterattack with their height and speed when their opponents are constantly attacking.

As the game time was about to end, the Russian team had an offensive opportunity. Nikita Bazhenov, who came on as a substitute for Pavlyuchenko, received a cross from Arshavin in the penalty area and scored a header.

Tim Dekler, who was punched out by Stekelenberg and replaced Van Bommel, took the ball and looked at the right time.

"The opportunity for the Dutch team to fight back! Time is running out, this may be the last time they hit the opponent's goal, the Russian team will accept the challenge!"

The more He Wei explained, the more excited he became, and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Durit took the ball and broke through at high speed along the side! He didn't choose to go outside. Levi, who was cruising behind him, made a cross exchange with him, and Dirk made a pass!"

After Li Wei made a sudden stop to throw away the player who was marking him closely, the Liverpool winger passed the ball diagonally along the outside of the penalty area.

Huntelaar is facing two tall central defenders in the penalty area at this time.

Li Wei slapped his horse and rushed to recover the ball. Without hesitation, he directly chose to explode, crossed the Russian team's defense line, and came to the right side of the goal.

"It's really unstoppable. Huntelaar is trying to get rid of the defender's marking. The angle is not very comfortable. Will Levi knock on the front of the door?"

Akinfeev was bouncing.

After Li Wei's first long-range shot in the first half, he was even more focused on Li Wei's use of the outside instep to rub the far end dead corner.

At this time, the guest on the right back is the tall and bulky central defender Vasily Berezutsky.

"Li Wei made a fake move, and Vasily made a shovel, but he didn't break it, so follow!"

"Cross the ball, then buckle to the right and go outside! Take a volley!"

The football crossed a bottom-up trajectory, and Akinfeev got up to make a save and saved the goal in the air, but his hand shape had not yet adjusted.

"The ball is scored again!"

After being thrown, the football came out of his hand and rushed into the goal while Akinfeev fell to the ground.

"Two goals! Levi scored twice in his official debut for the national team! His ability to create chances per game is too efficient!"

He Wei looked at the players on the screen. After Li Wei ran, he threw himself on the lawn, and the players of the Dutch team rushed over him one after another.

Li Wei, who showed only one head, smiled, his eyes were a little proud and arrogant.

Van Marwijk on the sidelines punched ecstatically, while Hiddink stomped his head and turned his head away.

The Dutch fans in a corner of the stadium raised their arms and yelled, and then restrained themselves slightly after tens of thousands of Russian villains around them cast fierce eyes.

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

He Wei took a deep breath, his eyes were full of the shadow of this player's reckless behavior on the court.

The audience who were waiting in front of the computer to watch the broadcast had the same thought in their minds.

[Barcelona, ​​you can let this go! 】

[The Football Association, you can't recruit them! 】

"It's so shocking! I don't know what words to use to describe Levi. His sharp breakthrough, his weird shooting, since the game against Barcelona, ​​he has maintained an average performance of creating at least two opportunities per game."

The exiting Dutch team members walked into the player channel one after another, and Levi, wearing the No. 14 dark blue jersey, walked last.

"Say hello to everyone! Li Wei."

Levi heard a sentence in Spanish with a Catalan accent, and he saw from the logo of the camera and microphone that it was a reporter from World Sports Daily.

Li Wei waved his hand, then smiled and pointed to the camera.

His figure disappeared into the player tunnel.

He Wei looked at Li Wei's figure and smiled.

"And he only has, after this game, he will bring this vigor back to the new arena - La Liga, to meet new challenges!"

"Genius is always proud! He is like a sword that has just been sharpened, showing his sharpness to the world undisguised."

"Fierce and fierce, invincible, and the weak crown before relying on it to compete with the heroes of the world!"

Thousands of kilometers away in Huaxia, the popularity of a post in the football bar quickly rose from the list.

[Brothers, please help!I just got drunk, and the handicap for which La Liga team will win the championship has just opened, and I stud on impulse! 】

[Suppressed Barcelona or Real Madrid? 】

[Misreading the word, I mistook the Spaniards for Spain, and I wondered how the national team came to play in the league. 】

[Can I apply for a refund for minors? 】

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[Brother, there's nothing I can do to help you, so I'll just ask my sister-in-law if she looks good?Don't worry, I will take care of the house. 】

[Already ran away! 】

　Just saw that Van der Sar suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and was sent to the ICU.

　　Alas, hope he saves death.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)