Chapter 227 "After he came, he cried like a baby in front of me!!"
Chapter 227 "After he came back, he cried like a baby in front of me!!"
In the Douyin live broadcast room, Zhan Jun's voice suddenly rose: "Song Wen! Rainbow pass! Marquinhos and Thiago Silva jumped at the same time - this pass drew an anti-physics arc at the Parc des Princes!"
Fan Zhiyi's tactical board slammed on the table: "Verratti is still chasing back, Alves is left three positions behind! Look at the defensive distance, the parallel positions of the two central defenders of Paris are completely torn apart!"
Two buttons of Simeone's suit flew off on the sidelines, and he was clutching the fourth official's scoreboard tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Paris Saint-Germain coach Emery kicked over a water tank and threw French swear words at his assistant coach along with the splashing water: "Damn pre-match analysis! Didn't they say this kid can only blast in a straight line?"
Neymar suddenly stopped his defensive steps 17 meters away, and the Brazilian's pupils contracted - the flexibility displayed by the boy at this moment was clearly a unique skill that he had practiced hard for five years at Camp Nou. Mbappe's socks were covered with grass debris. He stared at the back of Song Wen No. and gritted his teeth, then looked at Neymar again.
Isn't this the Brazilian way of playing?
There's a mole!
"Foul! Foul!" Silva's roar woke Marquinhos up.
The four hands of the two men grabbed the hem of Song Wen's jersey at the same time, but the moment their fingertips touched the fabric, they felt a terrifying propulsion force - the lean body burst out with a rhinoceros-like impact force, dragging the two top central defenders towards the penalty area line.
"Let go!" Marquinhos' temples were bulging with veins. He saw that one of Song Wen's feet had already stepped into the penalty area!
If they don't let go at this time, it is very likely that they will give the opponent a penalty kick!
Another factor that made him make such a decisive decision was that although Song Wen passed between the two people, his staggering steps clearly proved that the boy's center of gravity was unstable.
When the Brazilian held the referee's whistle in his mouth, his back teeth were almost broken, and he finally loosened his palms covered with grass juice.
Song Wen, who lost his balance, staggered and swung his right leg!
"Song Wen! He was trying to force the door open! But his center of gravity has been completely destroyed!!"
The ball shot up suddenly, and in the eyes of Paris goalkeeper Areola, it was like a stunning sight! !
The power and speed of this kick are simply terrifying!
Areola didn't even have time to react before the ball flew over his head! !
"clang!"
There was a crisp sound from above.
Areola, who was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, turned his head instantly and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He was not wrong, the familiar sound was the sound of the ball hitting the crossbar!
"Oh my!" Zhan Jun shouted excitedly in the live broadcast room, "What a pity! What a pity for this ball! If it was a little bit lower, the ball would have been there! But there is nothing to say. Even with the body losing its center of gravity, he was still able to kick such a high-quality shot, which is enough to prove Song Wen's terrifying ability!"
However, Zhan Jun's words had just fallen!
The situation on the field suddenly changed again!
The ball bounced back and headed towards the penalty area!
At the same time, a figure jumped up!
"Back to the goal!" Zhan Jun's commentary shattered the glass in the live broadcast room. "Oh my god! Overhead kick!!"
"Song Wen completed a 180-degree turn in the air, and the starting point of this overhead kick was exactly... Oh my God! It was exactly the coordinate point where Ibrahimovic scored against Lori that year!"
Fan Zhiyi suddenly slammed the table and said, "Look at Alves! This old-timer is blocking the shooting path!"
In the picture, the Brazilian full-back is using the trick he used to defend Messi back then - using his left shoulder to block the fulcrum of Song Wen's waist and hips.
But the young man in the air suddenly tightened his abdomen and twisted his body, and the upside-down movement in mid-air turned into a side hook!
Emery pulled his wet tie and screamed: "Verratti, make up for it!" The Italian midfielder froze in place - three hours ago in the locker room, the tactical board clearly marked that Song Wen's second attack tended to the right side with a probability of 87%, but this shot was clearly aimed at the upper left corner!
"boom!!"
There was a burst of shocking exclamations at the Parc des Princes!
"GOAL!!!!"
"The ball is in!"
In the live broadcast room, Zhan Jun jumped up excitedly and waved his arms wildly.
"This ball! This ball is so fucking awesome!!"
Fan Zhiyi was so excited that he was incoherent.
"Awesome... awesome!"
Zhan Jun quickly adjusted his mood and continued to shout loudly:
"Less than three minutes into the game, Song Wen! He was like an elf, running through Paris Saint-Germain's defense line, and finally using a seemingly fantastic back hook to directly break through the opponent's goal!"
"This goal will definitely win the Puska Award!"
“No doubt!!”
After hearing what Zhan Jun said, Fan Zhiyi said:
"Do you know what the most amazing part of this goal is? It's not just the visually stunning shot at the end, but the moment Song Wen got the ball, he started his performance! Bicycle kicks, cow tails, rainbow passes... countless skills seemed to come effortlessly under his feet - no, effortlessly! Elegant! So elegant!"
"I'm not watching a football game, I'm watching an art performance!"
"That's right!"
Zhan Jun continued to shout excitedly.
"You know what surprised me most about this goal?!"
"Because today's goal, to be honest, doesn't look like Song Wen at all!!"
Fan Zhiyi said: "This is a very typical Brazilian football style! Song Wen was like Neymar today."
Hearing Fan Zhiyi's words, Zhan Jun seemed a little disgusted.
"Song Wen is like Neymar? Neymar can certainly do these moves, but can he apply them so skillfully and fluently in actual combat like Song Wen, and score goals even when facing fouls from opponents? To be honest, Neymar can't do this."
Zhan Jun thought about it and felt that he should also take care of the feelings of Neymar's fans a little bit, and added:
"Of course, I'm not saying that Neymar is not good. Neymar is also a world-class player. He can use these techniques to humiliate opponents, thereby helping the team get many set pieces. The defensive pressure on opponents who may get cards for his violations is also very strong."
Fan Zhiyi slapped the tactical board fiercely, and carbon powder exploded in front of the camera: "That's right, Song Wen's previous characteristics were fast and physically strong destructive midfielders. Although he also had many detailed skills, this time, it was elegant and exquisite football, a typical Samba football! This kid is too scary, why can he change his football style at will?! How did he do it!"
Zhan Jun shook his head in amazement.
"Sometimes I really doubt that he is not a human being."
"Last month, when playing against Real Madrid, Song Wen was still pushing forward like a tank. Today, this rainbow pass was so accurate in his ankle joint swing - did you see that? The toes were raised 23 degrees, and the point of contact was 3 mm away from the center line. This is the muscle memory that Neymar has mastered after five years of training at Barcelona!"
Zhan Jun called up the data panel, and the red numbers jumped wildly: "Pay attention to the change in the rhythm of this attack! Song Wen's average speed when receiving the ball was 31.2km/h, and the moment of breakthrough suddenly dropped to 18.7km/h - he is using the transmission to destroy the defender's knee joint! Verratti's Achilles tendon has reached the critical point!"
The bullet screen in the live broadcast room was suddenly covered with tactical diagrams, and Fan Zhiyi's marker pierced through the paper: "He turned the Paris midfield triangle defense into a single-soldier trap! Look at this lateral pull - first use bicycle kicks to lure Alves to kick, then use the bull's tail to nail Marquinhos in the dead corner of the center of gravity transfer, and finally when the rainbow pass was made, Thiago Silva's defensive route had already been blocked by Griezmann's cross-running!"
"This is a terrifying learning ability!" Zhan Jun pulled up a comparison chart of Champions League data. "In the group stage against Chelsea, he was still the violent long-range shooter. In the quarter-final against Juventus, he evolved into a surgical through pass. Now..." The screen suddenly cut to Song Wen's pre-match warm-up shot. The boy was practicing micro-management by tiptoeing a tennis ball.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly lowered his voice: "Do you know what is the most terrifying thing? He deliberately kept a trump card!" The replay camera zoomed in on the moment when Song Wen swung his leg frame by frame, "Look at the supporting foot of this hook - the heel is 5 cm off the ground, which is the preparatory posture for changing the volley to a lob at any time! If Areola dares to move half a step in advance..."
A heat comparison chart suddenly popped up on the big screen behind the two people, and the red track meandered from Atletico Madrid's half through the Paris defense line.
"Pay attention to his energy distribution!" Zhan Jun's voice trembled, "The first three touches were all to exhaust the right defensive group, and suddenly a Cruyff turned and cut to the left rib space - this is treating the Champions League knockout match as a training match!"
"This is the real midfield devil!" Fan Zhiyi smashed the fifth laser pointer, "He can strangle like Makelele, he can dispatch like Pirlo, and now he's even taking over artists' jobs--" The live broadcast suddenly cut to a close-up of the sidelines, where the Paris coach was making a throat-cutting gesture to his assistant, and his mouth was clearly shouting, "Tell them to send two more people to defend!"
Zhan Jun suddenly laughed out loud: "Paris Saint-Germain is now facing a philosophical paradox - if they send heavy defenders to defend, Song Wen will switch to a cannonball-like ball distribution machine; if they let him defend alone, he will be a football elf wearing the No. 17 jersey!"
The comments in the live broadcast room had completely exploded. [666666! ]
[Fuck, I'm wet just looking at this. ]
[Is this King Song? He is so terrifying. ]
[Has our King of Football Song reached the point where he not only wants to score goals, but also wants to be entertaining? ]
[Song Wen: Martial Soul——Neymar! ]
[What happened? The horse was stolen by Song Wen? ]
Parc des Princes.
The atmosphere in Paris is a bit weird at the moment.
Losing the ball within three minutes of the start was a huge blow to our morale.
But it will never make the Paris players look lifeless.
The most important reason is that Song Wen's goal was too much of a blow to them.
Breaking away from his previous style, he took on the entire defense line alone, and finally scored a goal with a stunning back-heel shot.
With such a scene, they wouldn't even dare to operate it in the game.
At this moment, the players of Paris Saint-Germain seemed to have finally realized the gap between humans and God.
When facing an unbeatable person, one will naturally lose all fighting spirit.
Not to mention these players, even the head coach of Paris Saint-Germain standing on the sidelines looked dejected.
As we all know, Song Wen has three gear modes.
The first level is the mode of paddling throughout the game, only assisting but not scoring goals.
The first gear is a leisurely first half and a crazy second half.
There is also a gear that starts directly in nuclear power drive mode.
No club wants to face Song Wen in third gear.
As a result, Paris Saint-Germain not only encountered it today, but also encountered a variant version.
Brazilian Songwen limited edition!
On the court, Neymar looked at Song Wen in disbelief.
You know, he saw all of Song Wen's consecutive actions just now.
The skillful techniques and nimble steps, as well as the extraordinary skills that can only be performed in a flash of inspiration.
If you don't stay in Brazil for 50 years, you won't be able to play this kind of football!
"How on earth did he do that?!"
Even as a representative of Samba football, Neymar does not think he can achieve the same level as Song Wen.
If Song Wen was a Brazilian, Neymar might not be so surprised.
But it is precisely because he is not that Neymar finds it unacceptable.
You know, this style of football cannot be learned just by watching.
Instead, it should be done in Brazil, the football paradise, where one is exposed to samba football for countless days and nights, and has it ingrained in one's bones before being able to perform the moves.
Just when Neymar was still in shock and confusion, Song Wen, who had finished celebrating, actually walked towards him.
He smiled and said to Neymar:
"Hey! Did you see that? I told you I'm your fan!"
Neymar's face darkened instantly.
He previously claimed to be a fan of Ronaldo. After scoring a goal at the Bernabeu Stadium, he imitated Ronaldo's iconic celebration move and rode on Ronaldo's head to poop.
Until now, Real Madrid fans are still denouncing Ronaldo, believing that he has brought shame to the Bernabeu Stadium.
And today, is it my turn...
Thinking of this, Neymar shuddered.
Song Wen was just imitating Ronaldo's celebration, but it caused Ronaldo to be criticized by fans.
If this kid, using a similar or even the same playing style as mine, beat Paris...
Neymar didn't dare to think about it.
If he really loses the game, he will probably have his nationality revoked by angry fans.
Those fans will definitely shout: Neymar, you fake Brazilian, get out! Song Wen is the real Brazilian!
Neymar didn't know when he offended Song Wen.
He could feel that the other party was targeting him.
So I couldn't help but ask subconsciously:
"Why are you doing this?"
Hearing Neymar's question, Song Wen replied with a smile:
"Remember last month at the Camp Nou? You were there to watch the game?"
Song Wen's words made Neymar frown.
He didn't know what this had to do with Song Wen.
Just because he supports Messi?
However, what Song Wen said next left Neymar stunned.
"Do you remember who was sitting next to you?"
Neymar thought for a moment and said:
"Son Heung-min."
"Look!"
Song Wen suddenly looked unhappy.
"You even know that Korean guy, but you don't even know Grealish who is also next to you!!"
"He came back and cried like a baby in front of me!!"
(End of this chapter)