Chapter 38： Episode [038]: In the future, we meet in the Premier League!

"Huntelaar! Huntelaar has a single shot!" BBC commentator Mark Lawrence growled suddenly with excitement, but his voice shocked his colleagues.

The BBC's Eddie Gray was also surprised when he saw it: "Oh!"

In the stands, the Brentford fans who came away away changed their faces one by one, and Zhangya claws growled wildly: "Stop him, stop that little boy!"

Peter Will rushed to the sidelines, his face solemn and his eyes cold.

Danger! Your goal is extremely dangerous!

Huntelaar is 183cm tall, but his speed is not slow at all. The two centre-backs in Brentford are obviously the kind of tall, high-altitude air-defense centre-backs. It was relatively bad, this time Huntelaar rushed up, they really couldn't catch up.

Both Fitzgerald and Talbot used their milk feeding skills, but they couldn't catch up.

Peter Weir's entire face turned black.

Brentford's two full-backs, Michael Dobson and Andy Miles, quickly recovered and chased Huntelaar with the ball.

Brentford fans shouted wildly: "Catch up! Get up and **** him! Get him!"

Michael Dobson and Andy Mars are still fast. Without the ball, they are just like two sports cars, rushing to Huntelaar.

"His, catch up, Dobson and Miles catch up, Huntelaar is dangerous!" BBC commentator Mark Lawrence exclaimed.

However, at this time Huntelaar had come to the big restricted area line.

On the sidelines, Zhong Cheng suddenly opened his throat and shouted at the court: "Klass, shoot! Shoot their faces!"

Huntelaar was little known in the Netherlands, but after coming to England to Leeds United, he was endlessly questioned, even if he scored two goals in the previous game.

Huntelaar was full of anger.

Why do you Tama question Lao Tzu? Why should I say that I can do nothing? On what basis?

Now, you slags are being baptized by Lao Tzu!

Facing the goalkeeper Stuart Nielsen, Huntelaar limped his leg directly and used the energy of feeding to win the football fiercely.

"Huntelaar kicked his foot!" BBC commentator Mark Lawrence growled.

Zhong Cheng growled frantically on the sidelines: "Hell everything you question!"

Dobson and Myers were one step too late. When they just caught up with Huntelaar, Huntelaar's lame right leg was a fierce blow to the football, a loud bang, football It was like the turtle wave of qigong, and it hit the upper right corner of the goal quickly.

The speed of the ball is lightning fast, the angle is very fierce, and it has a strong visual impact.

Only 183cm Stuart Nelson bounced very well, but he bounced off the side and flew out without hitting the football. The football flew into Brentford's goal without any doubt.

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal ..." BBC commentator Mark Lawrence opened his machine gun throat, dragging his breath for a long time, as if it would never end.

"Huntelaar! In the fifteenth minute of the first half of the game, Huntelaar, Huntelaar of Leeds United kicked the world wave and sent the football to Brentford's goal. After fifteen minutes of suppression, he took the lead with a lightning-fast counterattack! "BBC commentator Mark Lawrence said excitedly, the word in his mouth was like a machine gun bullet, da He dazed out.

After the goal, Elland Road Stadium was dead.

The fans of Leeds United are very embarrassed at this time. Liz United scored a goal. Is this a celebration? Still not celebrating?

Not celebrating, but their beloved Leeds scored. But to celebrate, is this a compromise with Loya the lunatic? Compromising to the crazy Loya, they couldn't do it. Now they can't wait to give Madman Loya a meal, and then drive out of Leeds United. At this time, they will not cheer for Madman Loya's team anyway.

Leeds fans are silent, and Brentford fans are also briefly silent.

In the stadium, the goal-scoring Huntelaar was very excited. The hormones of his body were secreted quickly and dominated his brain. He immediately turned around and rushed to the side of the field swiftly, towards the stands where numerous fans gathered.

Huntelaar came to the stand where the fans gathered, proudly stretched out his right index finger, put it on his mouth, the intention of the action is very obvious, that is, you **** shut up!

"Ah! Huntelaar's action is a bit overdone. It seems that he is dissatisfied with so many doubts recently, very dissatisfied. However, his action may anger the fans on the scene and bring more to him. Drool, Huntelaar is very sensible! "Said BBC commentator Mark Lawrence.

Sure enough, the fans at the scene really exploded. Huntlar's arrogant look made them very angry and very angry.

Tama's you, a hairy boy, scored a goal. What can you be proud of? What can be arrogant. Your Tama is a trash!

At the scene, the fans of Leeds United and the fans of Brentford were yelling together, cursing Huntelaar: "Damn shit, get back to your Netherlands. Your junk level is not enough for us. , You don't deserve to buy me Leeds shoes, get out! "

The cursing of these fans was very unpleasant, making Huntelaar's face even more gloomy.

Zhong Cheng, who was excited by the sidelines, saw here and immediately shouted at the court: "Klass, Klass, come here, come here!"

At the prompt of his teammate, Huntelaar saw Zhong Cheng's movement, and he immediately ran over.

Zhong Cheng immediately said to Huntelaar: "Don't be irritated by those **** junk fans, keep your mind fresh, use more goals to block him and their mouths, use more goals to hit them Face, let them feel more complacent with more goals, you know? "

Huntelaar nodded solemnly.

Zhong Cheng continued: "Go, tell them with more goals, you are not a small earthworm by the river, but a raptor crossing the river. Use the goal to crush everything!"

Huntelaar's blood surged, swollen. Blushing, nodding his head fiercely, growling: "Use a goal, crush everything!"

After that, Huntelaar turned and rushed into the stadium.

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"That's good! This guy really has two points!" In front of the TV, Manchester United coach Ferguson nodded frequently.

To be honest, Leeds United's defensive strength is beyond Ferguson's expectations, although Leeds' opponent is from the third level of Brentford, not strong. But through this game, Ferguson naturally saw some clues.

Leeds United's current tactics, although immature, have begun to take shape. If that lunatic is able to maximize the defensive strength and keep it, then it will be difficult for teams to break through their goals in the future.

Of course, Ferguson doesn't think Zhong Cheng can do all this, because such a defensive intensity consumes too much physical energy and energy. The children of Leeds United have no physical and tactical qualities, and even most Premier League players can't at this point.

Therefore, in Ferguson's view, Zhong Cheng's quick return to this station exists in an ideal state.

Of course, this is not to say that Ferguson looks down on Zhong Cheng. On the contrary, he believes that Zhong Cheng is still very good. In Zhong Cheng's set of tactics, there are still some things that he should learn from.

Wenger in London also saw this. He was also a bit surprised. How could Zhong Cheng, the hairy guy, do this, this guy is only 22 years old, and seems to have a good reputation as a football coach. Study and train, how did this guy do it?

Like Ferguson's view, Wenger also believes that this tactic has something unique in it, but it is difficult and almost possible to achieve it. Because this has high requirements on players, such as physical fitness, tactical execution, attention and so on.

However, Wenger was interested in Zhong Cheng. How far can this little guy go?

At this point, an idea emerged in the minds of the two big brothers: "Maybe we can meet him in the Premier League in the future?"

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On the pitch, Brentford's players were madly attacking.

Brentford fans shouted neatly, just like thousands of Spartan warriors, shouting extremely rhythmic and powerful slogans to cheer for their favorite team.

By the side of the field, Peter Weir kept pointing and screaming, roaring loudly, like a monkey jumping up and down, as if the monkey's buttock was being stabbed by fire, quite funny.

In the stands, Bradley Wilson's entire face is as dark as a pot, and his heart is filled with anger. Damn Loren, Damn Huntelaar, I want you to die!

On the pitch, Leeds players were very defensive and full of oppression. The biggest feature of their defense is that they have a lot of physical contact, and their defensive moves are very fierce and large. The players at Leeds United are like a sophisticated machine, running methodically.

Brentford is like a piece of pork that is about to be smashed. Brentford players are uncomfortable.

The Brentford players' defensive moves are also very fierce and rough, but their integrity and Leeds United are far too different. The two teams are good or bad, really clear.

At this time, Peter Weir's lungs were about to explode. They were really too passive, and they fell completely downwind, which made him very angry.

Lao Tzu would lose to a lunatic, this is impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Peter Weil waved a big hand to signal that Brentford's players were attacking, pushing up the attack.

"Peter Weale has forgotten the previous scars. Their aggressive attack is just seeking their own way. Although I do n’t know much about this Leeds United League, but from the observation of this game, I know that this Leeds United's counterattack was very fast and sharp, ah, here, Leeds United's counterattack came! "BBC commentator Mark Lawrence suddenly exclaimed with excitement.

At this point even Eddie Gray, who was very silent in the game, exclaimed: "The ball was intercepted, the Leeds midfielder intercepted the ball, counterattacked, and the Leeds counterattack came again!"

On the sidelines, Peter Weir saw all this, and suddenly thundered, growling loudly: "Foul and foul! Stop him, stop him!"

And Bradley Wilson in the stands was so angry.