Chapter 3441

Sforza arranged Zhuo Yang to kick the attack arrow. You can't call him a center. He looks more like a fool than Benzema. Werner, don't bury the center industry.

Anyway, let him be in the middle, and then do whatever you want. Don't be tired, don't worry so much, run less, and be closer to the door to facilitate scoring.

Not long after the opening, Zhuo Yang headed and knocked in the corner. Although he failed to score, he showed the seriousness of a center, but then France lost the ball and China lost the ball.

After that, the world-famous frontline murderer retreated and sunken his protrusion. If someone turned on the TV at this time, he thought Sforza was in fashion and discharged the no front array.

The Chinese team does not have a full-time front waist, but now Zhuo Yang is like the front waist, far away from the restricted area and controls the midfield.

Midfield control is a big job. Lao Zheng, Li Ke and C Zhe, as well as Leizi and a LAN on both sides, have to calculate and work at the same time. Now Zhuo Yang comes back to pick this head. Lao Zheng will certainly save trouble, but what if the attack ends?

Leizi is a flank playing with the ribs. When he saw that the midfield was carefree, he put himself forward, just like the only horn on the head of the Chinese team.

Zhuo Yang punctured the ball

But he didn't pass forward, but in the opposite direction of Leizi's extension line, pierced his own camp and passed it directly to right center back Xiao Jiang.

Leizi: "

No attack, no attack.

Next is Marlowe, who is an extremist assisted by full back, but after Zhuo Yang flashed worse than Leizi, he was honest immediately and hurried back to his place with his waist.

Once Zhuo Yang is in the front, all the attacks of the Chinese team can't get around him, and he keeps pointing to people for the ball. Who dares not to give it?

In this way, the Chinese team played very well.

Think about all kinds of passing and cutting with Zhuo Yang as the core. From time to time, all kinds of Flowing Clouds and flowing water passing in place are short passing under the feet. The picture is too beautiful to see.

The Chinese fans were fascinated and the Danes were silly.

Danes also boast good technology, but Zhuo Yang, a technical evil, runs through the core. They also ask themselves that they can't play such freehand football as the Chinese team now. I'm afraid it's just so even if Spain and Brazil come.

But the question is - what is the purpose of the football game?

You pass it around like this. After all, it's lonely. The football game is to score goals, but you don't even have an attack to move forward. We can't say anything except slapping our hands and saying "shameless".

It's really shameless.

A ball is backward but does not want to make progress. He indulges in the debauchery of lights and drinks. It is good-looking and prosperous. However, the huge 0:1 on the stadium display clearly flashes the word "shameless".

The Chinese team's only shot so far, but it is shameless not to attack.

After 40 minutes, the score was still 0-1, but the shooting ratio was still 1 in Dan's 4. On the contrary, the ball control rate of the Chinese team was as high as 69%. Of course, the Danes don't value it.

But this face is basically pressed on the grass and rubbed.

When the football went out of bounds, Dongzi ran to pick it up. Cheng Hao came up and said, "go and say something to Zhuo Yang..."

"Team Zhuo, the French side drew."

"Oh."

At the luzhikini stadium, the red eyed French forced the Peruvians returning from the mountain to tear each other apart. It is worthy of being a valiant African Legion. If the French army could have the posture that they are half out at the moment in World War II, there would be no daily milk law in the world.

In the 42nd minute, cantema retreated to the enemy and robbed one. Shengsheng broke kuiwa. Bogba made a sudden dash with the ball, just like a dragon going to sea. Come to the top of the arc, gently pull the instep and send a pass to the scar team who inserted obliquely and ran back.

What a scar. At this time, he didn't ask for a small angle of success, but immediately hit the ball back to the other side. The 180 million mbape clapped his horse and arrived, adding five to one. The 90 million right foot bow shot, 1:1.

Mbape shook his arms and cheered, "Ho -"

"Oh, you bury the batch and pick up the ball."