He Has a Dragon

Everyone was completely confused when they saw Wang Le continuously using ox tail and fried meatballs, two fancy but practical football technical moves that were like juggling. 【First release】

You know, today's game is not a Brazilian professional football league, it is just an ordinary amateur game. No one can perform such beautiful and difficult technical moves, but Wang Le's appearance changed everything.

He was like an evil dragon that suddenly broke into the sheep on the grassland and ravaged them to his heart's content.

In Chinese terms, how can a group of fireflies compete with the bright moon!

But the devastation was far from over. After Wang Le passed two defensive players of the opponent, he dribbled the ball into the penalty area in three or two steps. At this time, five or six players behind him were catching up quickly, but with Wang Dashao, In comparison, the speed is as slow as a snail, which makes people toothache.

At this time, the tall Brazilian goalkeeper saw that Wang Le had already passed the defensive players on his side, leaving him alone to face the menacing guy. He had no choice but to abandon the goal and attack.

Then Wang Le's speed continued unabated and he rushed towards the goalkeeper face to face. When there was only one meter left, Wang Le shot with his left foot, forcing the opponent to follow and tilt his body and open his hands to block the shot path.

Unexpectedly, Wang Le's shot was fake, but the ball was real. He directly moved the ball to the right, and then quickly rushed past the left goalkeeper with the ball, who was about to fall to the ground.

At this time, there was no one in front of Wang Le. He faced the empty goal and easily pushed the football into the goal.

Immediately, the surrounding audience cheered in unison, cheering loudly for Wang Le, who had traveled thousands of miles alone, for this series of wonderful performances, and whistles continued one after another.

At this time, Zhong Nianhuang, who was in the crowd on the sidelines, took a deep breath and exhaled it. The look of surprise in his eyes never disappeared from the moment Wang Le started dribbling the ball until he shot the football into the goal.

"Is this guy's other identity in China an excellent professional football player?"

Zhong Nianhuang, like Lu Ang, was an excellent intelligence officer and had already noticed that Wang Le did not show his true appearance. Now when he saw Wang Le's superb football skills, he couldn't help but make an association in his mind.

However, this idea was rejected in Zhong Nianhuang's mind, because there are no such high-level football players in China!

"Zhong, this friend of yours can play in our domestic first-class professional league." At this time, the temporary coach standing next to Zhong Nianhuang said with certainty.

"Uh!" Zhong Nianhuang rolled his eyes immediately.

I thought to myself: "Let a killer who has been walking in the darkness all year round run to play football in the stadium under the eyes of everyone. Only a madman would do this!"

While the two were chatting, a new round of offense and defense had begun on the court. Wang Le once again fell into the previous state of running without the ball, neither slow nor fast, but no one dared to underestimate him like before. .

On the court, only those with strength will be respected. Soon, Wang Le no longer played alone like before. His teammates began to agree, and they were also convinced and willing to pass the football at his feet to him and let this guy go. Break through the opponent's defense.

Wang Le did not disappoint his teammates. He was still full of impact. In the following time, he rushed left and right and completely disrupted the opponent's entire half-court defense.

speed! Speed ​​again!

Crotch-wearing is awesome! Non-stop crotch penetration!

Fried meatballs, oxtail crossover, pendulum crossover, Marseille slalom

Each and every technical move that dazzled everyone and was loved by Brazilians was constantly performed by Wang Le.

Then came the goals.

The Scorpion swung its tail and scored twice.

Inverted golden hook, hat trick.

The fish leaps to the top, great joy.

The cheers and whistles on the sidelines couldn't stop every time Wang Le touched the ball, ran for it, and then shot the ball, making this stadium completely a stage for young Wang to perform freely.

The onlookers around the stadium became more and more crowded in the end, vying to witness Wang Le's wonderful passes and final shooting moves like a textbook. In the end, all the opponents' players completely collapsed, like a lantern changing one after another. Run away.

This situation continued until Young Master Wang was thoroughly enjoying himself and torturing the other party to the point where he felt bored. Only then did he stop playing around and actively waved to ask for a substitution.

With the audience applauding like thunder and the whole stadium reverberating with warm cheers, Wang Le wiped his sweat and walked off the stadium to Zhong Nianhuang's side.

"Brother Jia, you can join the national team and participate in the World Cup." Amidst the noise, Zhong Nianhuang shouted to Wang Le.

Young Master Wang laughed loudly and took the mineral water from Zhong Nianhuang's hand and opened the bottle cap. After drinking it, he jokingly responded loudly: "Enter the national team? I don't want my legs to be jealous. My teammates were wiped out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temporary coach standing nearby squeezed in beside the two of them and began to speak in Portuguese that Wang Le could not understand.

"The coach asked me to ask you if you are interested in staying in Brazil and playing for a professional team. He can be your football agent." Zhong Nianhuang translated to Wang Le with a weird smile.

"Uh!" Wang Le touched his nose in confusion, and then replied: "Tell him, I'm not a professional player. I just came to the country of football today and played on a whim."

Zhong Nianhuang chuckled, glanced at Wang Le meaningfully, and said half-jokingly: "Brother Jia, I have been in Brazil for so many years, and I have some understanding of football. With your skills, it would be really hard not to become a football player. What a pity, and it will be a big loss to Chinese football!"

Wang Le looked at Zhong Nianhuang with the same meaning, and replied with a half-smile: "Brother Zhong must have not returned to China for many years. There is a saying in my hometown recently that tailors who don't want to be cooks are not good drivers, but I This person has no ambition, so it’s best to do what he’s most familiar with!”

"A tailor who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good driver. What do you mean?" Zhong Nianhuang couldn't help but look confused and blurted out.

I saw Wang Le laughing, showing a playful look, and replied: "Looking for Du Niang."

After finishing speaking, Wang Le ignored Zhong Nianhuang because he had no time to talk nonsense about the Brazilian coach.

Immediately, Mr. Wang squeezed through the crowd that had paid attention to him and strode outside the park.

"Du Niang? What does this mean?"

Zhong Nianhuang, who had question marks on his head, was confused as he squeezed through the crowd and quickly chased Wang Le, who had already walked away. He ignored the person behind him who was clamoring to be Wang Dashao's football agent. brazilian coach

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