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Chapter 370 This is the final(3/4)

Bang!

Molic found a gap and made a cross forty-five degrees.

Look for the back!

Oli Shawnee cut inside without the ball and near the right side of the penalty area.

Facing the football, he volleyed in the air!

Football is a little bit higher than the goal!

It's dangerous and dangerous!

This arrogance of suppression made everyone watching the game confused.

Countless Premier League viewers showed sarcastic expressions.

That's it?

This is what Real Madrid, which was so hyped this year?

Arsenal is almost beaten to a local dog!

The number one firepower in Europe?

How many dishes are there in La Liga?

These fans completely forgot the shock and fear on their faces when Real Madrid defeated Manchester United seven to zero in two rounds.

Qi Zuo made a steady move for his teammates.

Arsenal's three-pronged axe is indeed a bit powerful.

But here is the difference between top teams and ordinary teams.

Ordinary teams have been suppressed so hard that they have long been confused.

There is a high probability that you will lose your willingness to resist.

He will give up control of the football, which will allow the opponent to easily lead the football through half the game or even near the penalty area, and then find a way to block the opponent's shot and fatal straight pass.

But the top team... no matter how harsh they are, as long as they have the chance, they can set off a frenzy attack at any time.

They will never lose their combat effectiveness, even if the game has reached the 89th minute!

The eleventh minute.

Gordon passed the ball to Rock, and Rock passed the ball to Moric.

Molic turned around and sucked...

Bang!

The football was blocked by one foot and flew towards Arsenal's backcourt.

Molic raised his eyebrows!

Damn it!

It's Lu Dog!

Sure enough, the next moment, Real Madrid's Phnom Penh No. 7 swept past Molic and rushed towards Arsenal's penalty area.

Moric's fast pass ability can theoretically be learned and used by any player, as long as the legs are strong enough and the waist is flexible enough.

But in fact, except for top midfielders like Qi Zuo, this move is still rare in the five major leagues.

Why?

Because this trick is not good?

Of course not!

Moric almost beats all the invincible Premier League with this move.

20 assists in the Premier League for two consecutive seasons!

If you can follow the trend, there will be people who follow the trend long ago.

Who doesn’t like this irresponsible way of playing?

You know, Molic's playing style has almost all the data and launched all the attacks, but it does not have to burn the brain for organization like traditional midfielders.

It's simply the favorite of new data dogs.

So what is the problem?

It comes from...the ability of 3D modeling!

Moric's playing style is amazing, and it's amazing!

With his back to the goal, he will test the goal. Who would have expected that he would pass the ball?

If the passing angle of a normal person is at a range of 90 degrees, then Molic will have a pass range of nearly 180 degrees!

It's hard to defend!

Before passing the ball, Moric actually had a blind spot in his vision for a while.

At this time, how can your own players run?

In addition to familiarity and training, you also need strong ability to reproduce the situation in your mind.

Including simulation of opponent's players' running.

This is the hardest part.

So Qi Zuo just used it occasionally.

If you really rely on this trick to make a living, it would be a short time to ignite the fire.

Molic's brain is naturally suitable for composition, just like installing a top-level CPU.

but……

Just like Molic knows Lu Yang.

Lu Yang also knows Molic.

He just used the "Blind Jaguar Run" technique that was very restrained by Molic, successfully avoided Molic's prediction and blocked Molic's turn and pass!

The football bounced in the direction of Alpha.

Alfa leaned on Coschel and controlled the football but couldn't turn around.

Bang!

Alpha sent back to Qi Zuo who was inserted, and he never thought about turning around.

Coschel was blocked from his vision and was already powerless when he found out that Qi Zuo was already weak.

Bang!

Qi Zuo took small steps towards the football.

Adjust your pace, is this going to hit the door?

Marduk and White were ready as soon as possible.

White tried to block his hands behind his back.

But the next moment, the football flew up.

Rub your left foot and pass it!

The football drew a curve in front of the goal and floated to the back point on the right.

A white shadow was inserted from the back row!

No one defends the back point!

Swing your head!

Football entered Arsenal's goal.

Then Baiying raised her arms to celebrate, and the golden No. 7 slowly took off in the corner flag area and then fell!

suiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

"Beautiful! Lu Yang is in the back point! Arsenal has no one to guard Lu Yang! This really doesn't pay much attention to this Champions League king!"

"You know, this is Lu Yang's 27th goal in this Champions League!"

"What does this mean? Among all the teams participating in the Champions League this year, only Arsenal scored 27 goals before the finals! The rest of the teams have fewer than 27!"

"Lu Yang scored more goals per person than a team. How can Arsenal not keep a guard against such a team?"

Molic sighed aside.

Grass!

It’s not that he didn’t keep a guard, it’s that he… he didn’t catch up!

Lu Yang hit the header near the small penalty area.
To be continued...
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