"I just let you lure the opponent out, but I didn't let you give up on defense!" Adrians yelled at the players on the sidelines. His silver hair was particularly conspicuous with his roar on the night. "Look at Drogba No. 11! Look at him to death!"

Drogba's shot in the penalty area just now almost scored. Fortunately, Westlop still blocked the ball with his toes out of the baseline when the center of gravity was lost.

"That's true, but that No. 11 is too difficult to defend!" Louis Link wiped his sweat. On this early spring night, his jersey was already soaked, which shows that he was defending very hard. "The running range is too large, it's difficult to position him... Damn!" Louis Link jumped up and pushed the football out of the baseline.

Zhang Jun was in front, and he was always observing the No. 11 of Marseille. A big man who was 1.88 meters tall, but he was very flexible and comprehensive. He was always running, vertically and horizontally. He was pulling gaps for his teammates and spared no effort to return to defense. When attacking, he liked to start from a distance from the goal. The ball in the first half was taken advantage of Warren Dam's attack, and the rear was empty. He drove the ball to nearly forty meters by himself, dribbling away from Robert (Westlop).

Such a guy with uncertain position and abundant physical fitness is really not easy to defend, and it is really difficult for Seth and the others. He is not good at defense and cannot make any great contributions to defense, but he can exert his power in the offense and indirectly reduce the pressure on the defense.

It's time to defend a corner kick now. Didn't the coach say he wanted to seize this opportunity? Zhang Jun looked back at the opponent's halftime, there were only two defenders, two in the midfield, and they were all concentrated in the middle, with large gaps on both sides of the court.

Isn’t this the opportunity that both myself and Warren Dam are waiting for?

Zhang Jun left the chaotic penalty area and leaned towards the midfield. Whether the ball can be passed depends on whether his teammates can see it and whether they can hold the ball.

Kozel noticed Zhang Jun's actions and shouted to goalkeeper Westlop: "Robert! If the ball is close to you, just grab it! Let's fight back!"

Westlop nodded to Kozel, then whispered to direct his teammates to defend: "Focus on people! Use your hands to block them, push them out, don't let those people get close to the goal! Gith, leave some space for me!"

"The two sides were entangled in Warrendam's penalty area, which was very chaotic! At this time, Marseille sent the corner kick! A repin ball flew quickly to the goal!"

Louis Link indeed blocked Drogba with his body, creating space for Westlopp to attack and get the ball. Westlopp was waiting for this opportunity. He jumped outward, stretched out his arms, and saw that the ball was pinched. The football stopped steadily in his hand without losing his hand!

"He took it! But he quickly threw the ball out, and Kozel ran outside the penalty area to catch the ball! Warren Dam's quick counterattack to see if they can fight!"

Kozer took the ball with his back to the offensive direction. Marseille's defense was very timely and he could not turn around. If he could not pass the ball quickly to the frontcourt, this opportunity would be wasted!

Van Persie ran up and said, "Give me the ball, what are you rubbing!" He waved to Kozel.

Kozel passed the ball out, Van Persie received the ball, and he followed the trend and passed the opponent's player!"

Van Persie didn't lead too much, he passed the ball with a long diagonal pass, and the football flew towards the side. Zhang Jun also ran to the side quickly!

"Zhang Jun chased the ball like a hunting leopard! Warrendam's quick counterattack, while Marseille was desperately returning to defense!"

No matter what, you must control the ball well! Zhang Jun was still entangled with the opponent's defender while running. It would be a big test for any player to control the ball well in such situations.

The ball flies to the side road, the space becomes very narrow and the difficulty increases further.

Zhang Jun originally planned to hook the ball with his feet, but he saw that the ball was rushing forward when it landed, which might be difficult to control. So he decided to hook the ball back behind him and turn around to get rid of it. He leaned on the other party, stretched his arms, leaned back slightly, stretched his left foot, and hooked the ball!

The opponent also stretched out his left foot to destroy the ball. However, Zhang Jun successfully hooked the ball back behind him, while the opponent stamped his left ankle.

The football drew an arc and fell gracefully behind the two of them, but Zhang Junren shouted and rolled out of the border.

Adriansey stood up and looked nervously at the place where the accident occurred. The referee was running there.

"Oh! Damn it! A foul from Marseille stopped Warren Dam's fast attack! Zhang Jun fell off the court, looking a little painful! His teammate rushed over and the scene began to be chaotic!"

"Hey! You fuckingly mean it, right?" Hena, who was anxious, rushed up and questioned the foul player.

"Hey! Put your mouth cleaner!" The Marseille players surrounded him without being outdone.

"What do you want to do? Bastard! Be careful that I will strangle you to death!"

"Come on! Come on! Are I afraid of you?"

"See the fuck, calm me down!"

"Split! Separate!"

It was really chaos, and some of Warren Dam's fans kept whistling, adding a lot of color to the chaotic scene.

Taking advantage of this, Warren Dam's team doctor also treated Zhang Jun. They used spray to cool the wound down, relieve pain and swelling, and then patted Zhang Jun on the shoulder and said to him: "How do you feel?"

Zhang Jun frowned and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine. You can continue the game."

"Okay, I'll pull you up. Be careful and protect your ankles."

With the help of the team doctor, Zhang Jun stood up again, and the conflict on the other side had ended with the intervention of the referee, at the cost of Hener and the foul player each received a yellow card.

"Look! Zhang Jun stood up! He jumped, there was no problem! The fans of the audience welcomed their hero's return with applause!"

Hena looked at Zhang Jun: "Are you okay? I helped you teach that bastard a lesson!" He waved his fist.

"The price is a yellow card, right?" Zhang Jun smiled bitterly, "We have the next round, you are the main striker, be careful! I'm fine, let's play."

"A free kick close to the sideline and thirty degrees with the goal. The Marseilles were very satisfied because not only did they prevent a quick attack, but this free kick poses a relatively less threat to the goal."

Van Persie put the football on the free throw point. Since that Dutch Cup, Zhang Jun has kept his promise and he has handled all the free kicks, while Zhang Jun is responsible for grabbing points and making up the shot in front of the goal.

Van Persie looked up and saw Zhang Jun who was about to walk into the penalty area, and then stopped him: "Hey, how about your feet?"

"Thank you for your concern, it's totally normal." Zhang Jun replied.

"Okay, you can play this ball." He pointed to the football under his feet.

"Me?" Zhang Jun pointed at himself.

"I don't have the confidence to kick the ball from this angle directly with my right foot." Van Persie told Zhang Jun. He is a left-footed player and is not very good at right foot. "But you should be able to, Baggio's apprentice."

Zhang Jun finally stood in front of the ball, while Van Persie was on standby at the front point in the penalty area, looking like he was ready to shoot.

Zhang Jun stomped his left foot, which was a bit numb, but it was enough to run. It should be a problem to be a support foot. Is it a problem to be a support ball? He squinted his eyes and looked at the near corner of the goal, which was not much space left except the goalkeeper and a defender. Considering the arc of the ball, it is unlikely to get into it. What about the far corner? Compared to the arc of the ball, there is no problem with the arc of the ball, but it is not easy to get through a complex crowd and avoid the goalkeeper's blockage. Is it easy to hit the corner? He turned his eyes and stopped at the far corner of the goal. There are few obstacles here, and the ball can also be turned into it, but... the biggest disadvantage is that its purpose is too clear and it is easy to be intercepted by Butters. You should know that the bald head is known for its agility.

So what about passing the ball? Looking at the crowded goal, Zhang Jun said to himself.

"The ball will be punished by Zhang Jun in the end, so will he choose to shoot directly or pass the ball? Butters was also a little nervous because his opponent had five free kicks that directly broke the net."

The referee blew the whistle, Zhang Jun waved his hand, helped him run, and swung his feet! Get up!

The football flew up, drew a small arc, and bypassed the wall of people built by two players. Then he quickly turned to the front of the goal! The ball was very flat and fast, and the front of the goal was suddenly in chaos! Van Persie threw away the defense at the front point and stretched out his feet!

"It's the pass!"

Butters made a quick judgment and moved to the near corner to prepare to block Van Persie's shot.

But Van Persie did not kick the ball, and his legs were not fully extended, as if he was intentional! The football flew over from his toes!

Neither Hener nor the opponent's defender met the ball behind him, and the football fell to the far point!

Butters was shocked, "Damn it!" He turned his body and wanted to hit the ball, but it was too late. His palm only rubbed against the ball's skin. The football accurately rushed past the goal line before the defender's big foot cleared the ball!

The ball has entered!

"GOOOOAL! Smile! Zhang Jun's smile! Former world's number one goalkeeper Butters was at a loss. He was fooled by Zhang Jun and Van Persie! A beautiful free kick tactic cooperation!"

Zhang Jun stood there, smiling and spreading his arms, waiting for his teammates to come up and hug him. Even if he broke through the goal guarded by Butters, he still just smiled, the terrifying Zhang Jun!

Butters picked up the football from the goal in annoyance and drove to the frontcourt with big feet. Drogba comforted his elder brother, "It's okay, Fabien Barthez. It's just a draw. We had a away goal, which was not that bad. Besides, we couldn't win."

"That No. 11 actually cheated!" Butters muttered. "Shot directly... I heard that he had learned how to play free kicks from Baggio, and it seemed to be true."

"Hey, we are all No. 11. No matter what the result of the game, I will ask him to change his jersey." Drogba smiled, "It's quite an interesting game, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's quite interesting. But the goalkeeper doesn't think so." Butters blinked. "Before the game, the media said that this will be a forward game, and the implication is that the goal will become an unfortunate person. After the game, should I go to exchange jerseys with the opponent's No. 1?"

The two of them laughed. The game was so good that they still had fun and joked. It was indeed a very interesting game, wasn’t it?

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Sophie opened her eyes. It was past four in the morning in Beijing time, but she couldn't sleep. It should be past nine in the evening in the Netherlands? Zhang Jun was working hard for a victory in a game, but he couldn't help with anything. Although going to school was a serious matter, he was still a little unwilling to accept it!

Zhang Jun, I'm watching you play football, come on!

Sophie rubbed the ring on her hand and recited silently in her heart.

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"Zhang Jun, who scored a goal, was more active! He ran tirelessly. It seemed that the violation did not affect him. On the other hand, Drogba of Marseille was equally excited. He even often defended Zhang Jun in the midfield!"

Veronica is a small court, but the fans here are very enthusiastic. They keep singing, applauding and waving their arms rhythmically, all of which makes Veronica, the six thousand people, seem to have rushed in to ten thousand people.

I dare not say that there will be an excellent team ahead of excellent fans, but behind excellent teams, there must be a group of excellent fans. They wear the No. 12 jersey and fight side by side with the team, whether at home or away.

The game has been held so far, although the two sides have tied, the competition has become more intense. Warren Dam would not think that it is a great thing to tie Marseille at home, and Marseille would never imagine losing to Warren Dam. The players on both sides are very hard and their physical fitness is quickly consumed after the 65th minute. At this time, they need motivation, power from the stands.

Marseille fans sang the French national anthem and cheered the team with the majestic and passionate "March of Marseille" to cheer them up. But soon they were ruthlessly "suppressed" by the number of Warrendam fans. The song of "Zhang Jun Blessing Warrendan" sounded again. The fast-paced singing and their cunching sounded far more than 6,000 people.

With twenty minutes left in the game, the scores remained stalemate.

Zhang Jun retreated to the midfield to get the ball, and he met Drogba again. This time the ball under his feet was broken, and Drogba's legs were slightly longer, which gained some advantage.

"Marseille midfielder intercepts the ball and counterattack!"

After losing the ball, Zhang Jun tried his best to chase him back. He didn't expect the mistake to be initiated by his disconnection from dribbling.

Drogba is very good at long-distance running, but Zhang Jun has an advantage in speed. The speed of running with the ball is not as good as running without the ball. Drogba was quickly caught up.

"Zhang Jun actively returned to defense, he caught up with the opponent, and now the two sides are entangled! This is the fifth showdown between the two No. 11 strikers in this game. The first four times the two sides are evenly matched. I wonder who will win this time?"

With his teammates in front, he could have passed the ball and then ran, but when he saw this Oriental man with the same number as him, he wanted to break through and defeat him.

"Drogba slowed down his speed, and Zhang Jun took the opportunity to get around him and blocked the other party!"

Kozel changed to run towards Zhang Jun and shouted, "Beautiful job, Zhang Jun! Leave the rest to me..." Before he finished speaking, Drogba suddenly accelerated and moved across! Kozel was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Zhang Jun rushing out, never leaving.

Hey, the explosive power is good. Drogba thought to step the ball behind him and wanted to change direction and accelerate the breakthrough, but Zhang Jun saw through his plan and quickly adjusted.

"Didil!" The defender teammate stepped in and stepped forward from the wing highway. He shouted Drogba's name.

Drogba noticed it, but Zhang Jun did not let this happen either. Drogba leaned his body left and seemed to be trying to pass the ball out with his right foot.

His foot left the ball, and now is the time to intercept the ball! Zhang Jun had a tackle-like action and poked the ball with his left foot. But Drogba quickly retracted his right foot, which he raised, back. He used the inside of his foot to the left side of his body, to Zhang Jun's right.
To be continued...