Chapter 89 (Part 2) Meeting on a Narrow Road, the Brave Wins

Zhuoyang looked at the teammates gathered together, and he understood what he should do.

"Brother Guinness, Brother Ignaz, brothers. Of course I believe in you, just like you believe in me."

"The game, now officially begins."

"Brothers, let's go to Class B!"

Eleven Maddie players gathered together, putting their hands on each other's shoulders to form a condensed circle, like a torch about to burn.

Zhuoyang was lucky in his dantian, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "Fuck him!!"

"Fuck him!" "Fuck him!" "Fuck him!" Eleven Fort Maddie players shouted in unison.

Thomas Hassler on the rostrum had a hideous face and blurted out: "Fuck him!"

"Fuck him!" Little Pig, Scar, Butcher, Mertesacker, and Second Brother yelled in unison.

Chairman Angus Mullen waved towards the center of the field with one hand: "Fuck him!" The old man's face flushed.

"Du———" On the canal, the freighter blew its long siren, and the bow of the ship plowed through the hard water.

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Fort Maddie players spread out, ready to kick off again. Zhuoyang hugged Rand: "Carl, thank you." He patted Rand's back with his hands. Rand also hugged Zhuoyang and didn't speak, but he smiled happily. Rand also patted Zhuoyang on the back, and he understood what Zhuoyang said. Rand knew that Zhuoyang trusted him, just as he trusted Zhuoyang.

"Beep——". The referee blew the kick-off whistle in the fifty-sixth minute of the second half. After Zhuoyang passed the ball to Max Dodd,

Without looking back, he ran towards Elgerberg's penalty area. Philip Rise, who was going to continue to press forward and block, quickly retreated back. No team in the third division dared to let Zhuoyang face his back line.

In the following time, Zhuoyang didn't care about his own backcourt, he didn't care at all that his teammates were killing everyone, he just pretended that he couldn't see anything. Except for the symbolic appearance of pressing in the frontcourt, the rest of the effort is constantly interspersed with running positions, looking for every gap in Elgerberg's defense.

Don't underestimate Zhuoyang running around like this. As long as he stays in the frontcourt, the hearts of the entire Elgerberg team will be raised in their throats. After half a season, under the shadow of a famous tree, Zhuoyang became famous for his terrifying attack power. What are a bunch of C-League teams? Kaiserslautern and Werder Bremen have not yet dried their tears.

Elgerberg was facing a formidable enemy in the backcourt. Needless to say, the two full-backs stayed firmly in their positions and did not dare to cross the center line. Even the midfielder Philip Reese became Zhuoyang's shadow, and he felt panicked when he was more than three meters away from Zhuoyang. Including the goalkeeper, six of the eleven were pinned down by Zhuoyang in their own half.

Elgerberg, who can advance only by a tie, now has a goal, which is equivalent to having an advantage of two goals, so he also made a strategic recovery. More importantly, Zhuoyang's teammates, everyone was like a red-eyed bandit, biting their upper and lower molars tightly, bayoneting their opponents at every corner.

When Rand shoveled Mitch Adolph, he didn't care about fouling at all, and he didn't do any self-protection at all, just wanting to die with his opponent. If you have the guts, you can pass me, if you dare to pass me, I will destroy you, let's touch our legs, let's play with bones together.

Samuel desperately chased Gregory, who was six years younger than him. He was at a disadvantage in speed and was about to lose him. He put up the shovel from the side and rear without any hesitation, and shouted: "I'll go to you!" Damn it!" Seeing the spikes coming towards his ankle, Gregory's face turned pale with fright, and he jumped up to dodge in a hurry. Tom——! The football was nearly shoveled into the spray of the canal. Gregory, who fell down, sat on Samuel's arms, feeling a wave of fear. Samuel was not at all hypocritical: "Get out!" Pushing Gregory with both hands, he turned over and got up.

The old Greek handsome Kalitzakis is more than five meters away from the football landing point, while Elgerberg striker Jin Ke is only less than three meters away. The old handsome guy jumped up first, drained the energy in his bone marrow, said: "Good time!" and glided away roaring. Like two goshawks hitting the air, the old handsome guy and Jin Ke slammed into each other hard, and the collision sound of their foreheads could be heard in the stands. Jin Ke was lying on the ground so painful that he almost fainted. The old handsome guy who had already got up stood proudly despite the blood on his face.

"Boy, you are still very young!" Kalitzakis is like the Spartan king Leonidas stationed at Thermopylae.

Zhuoyang's teammates were no longer battling their opponents with bayonets, but carrying explosive packs forward. They wanted Zhuoyang to have no worries, and they fought to save Zhuoyang's precious energy.

The singing in the stands never stopped, "You'll Never Walk Alone" over and over again. None of the 20,000 people sat down anymore, they all stood up and sang for their soldiers. Seeing the tragedy on the turf, the big sb was completely disfigured from crying. Mark Winster was sobbing, but they still shouted and sang stubbornly.

Li Xiaoqing's tears have come, she seems to understand why football has become the world's number one sport, and why the talented Zhuoyang is so fascinated by the wild greenery.

Angus Mullen was in tears, and murmured: "Father, have you seen it? This is Fort Mady that I am proud of."

The 20,000 people were full of tears. They called each player's name over and over again, and sang "You'll Never Walk Alone" over and over again.

Elgerberg was terrified, and they were forced back to their own half by the Fort Mady gangsters. Even if they wanted to organize the turbulent offensive like in the first half, it was absolutely impossible. Not just tactically, but also courageously.

All the people in Fort Maddie have firmly believed at this time that the game is far from over, the game has just begun, and Fort Mady will surely win. Their strong self-confidence comes from the fearless young men on the field, and from the young captain who is leisurely in front of them, which is in stark contrast to the whole field fighting. People in Fort Maddie believe in No. 18 who is running slowly, because he has never disappointed the people in Fort Mady.

People in Maddie firmly believe that the game is far from over, and the Chinese teenagers will definitely lead them to the second division.

Zhuoyang, who was leisurely in the frontcourt, already had tears in his eyes, and his teammates fulfilled their promise. Zhuoyang believed in them, and this trust was as heavy as a mountain. The teammates did it, now it's Zhuoyang's time to fulfill his promise, and he will never let down their trust.

Received, my brothers. Now, leave everything to me.

My brothers, now, let's go to Class B together!

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