blogombal Chapter 7: Dividing the Country Along the River, Two Rulers?
Chapter 7: Dividing the Country Along the River, Two Rulers?
"Oh, you think you're better than me?"
Morrison shook his head like Gao Qisheng in a storm, and aggressively walked towards Liu Yi.
"I've tormented hundreds of people like you since I was a child, I don't need another one like you."
"How about this, what should we compete in? I'll let you win, you can choose any one."
Ultimately, they were all underage children. Provoked by Liu Yi, Morrison suggested resolving the issue on the football field.
The conflict between the two can only be resolved on the court.
Morrison is brave and fierce, but Liu Yi is half a head taller than him, so the outcome of a real fight is still uncertain.
Morrison feared he would be at a disadvantage if the person in question tried to eat on an empty stomach.
"Then let's have a shooting contest."
With his passing, dribbling, and shooting abilities, Liu Yi currently holds an advantage in finishing.
"Alright, shooting, huh? Just shooting isn't fun. Let's do something more challenging, how about a volley from the edge of the penalty area?"
Morrison was very confident in his shooting skills.
A volley shot from about 20 meters without stopping the ball?
Liu Yi remained expressionless, but inwardly he was delighted.
Isn't this exactly what I'm good at?
Unexpectedly, Morrison waved his hand dismissively.
"Michael, Will, put those mannequins in front of the goal!"
The Keane brothers, who had previously been acting like local tyrants in the locker room, now acted like lackeys, carrying the dummy towards the goal.
Everyone's eyes sharpened.
This means that a point must be scored by accurately hitting the narrow area below the goal frame and above the dummy's head.
The difficulty level has increased dramatically.
The young players were buzzing with discussion.
"Liu is probably in big trouble. Morrison's specialty is volley shots, which made him famous in the Qingdao Super League. I don't think Liu is more accurate than him."
"Yes, how could he dare to mess with Morrison? Morrison is practically a first-team player; I heard Sir Alex is already preparing to have him train with the first team!"
Michael Keane, fresh from his hard labor, sneered, "Him? If he can beat Morrison, I'll eat this football right here and now!"
Even "Happy Fruit" Lingard couldn't laugh anymore. While worrying for Liu Yi, he turned his head and quietly asked John Coffey next to him.
"John, how many goals can you score in this situation?"
John Coffey replied, "When I'm in good form, I can score six or seven goals, but when I'm not, I might not score any. After all, it's very difficult to shoot directly without controlling the ball. Under limited range, the accuracy and power must be controlled within a very precise range. First-team strikers sometimes practice like this."
"Jesse, you pass the ball to us, the others aren't passing it accurately."
Morrison, undeterred by offending his teammates, specifically asked Lingard for assistance.
Brian saw all of this but did not stop it.
Morrison was incredibly arrogant, sometimes to the point of disregarding even the youth team coaches.
His fellow disciples were equally helpless against him.
There are a few star players in the first team who can handle him, but... isn't this indirectly elevating his status?
Now Liu Yi finally dares to step forward and take on the challenge.
In Brian's view, although the chances of beating Morrison are slim, taking this step is already invaluable.
He was at least much better than John Coffey, who was mild-mannered and even somewhat cowardly.
Moreover... Brian had a feeling that Liu Yi, who had performed amazingly over the past month, would surprise him.
"I'll go first."
Morrison stood at the edge of the penalty area.
Lingard took the kickoff.
Morrison's foot arched.
Snapped!
The soccer ball arced through the air, grazing the dummy's scalp and flying into the net under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
After the ball went in, Morrison shook his head repeatedly, seemingly dissatisfied with the accuracy of the shot.
It's actually for showing off.
"Penalty shootout rules, it's your turn."
Liu Yi took a deep breath.
The lungs slowly opened, and breathing gradually became steady.
"I'm kicking off!"
Lingard raised his hand to signal, then kicked the ball into the air.
coming!
As always, Liu Yi keenly detected the ball's landing point.
Adjust your body shape.
Twist your waist.
Swing your leg.
All in one go.
boom!
The instep struck the center of the ball solidly.
A meteor-like trajectory flashed across Carrington Stadium.
Immediately afterwards, there was another muffled thud.
The soccer ball hit the underside of the crossbeam.
It flew into the net.
Lingard breathed a sigh of relief.
1:1
"You're lucky, Chinese guy. Let's play ten games and see if you still have such good luck."
Morrison forced a sinister smile.
He signaled to Lingard again to kick the ball out.
Snapped!
The football went into the net again.
Despite embodying the "Handsome Guy" template, Liu Yi remained unusually calm at this moment.
He has gradually found that smooth feeling of mind and body in harmony when shooting.
The second round of free throws also went in.
However, as time went on and physical limitations became a factor, both players' shooting percentages began to decline.
There was one kick that Liu Yi couldn't even control, a tribute to the legendary Gao Linsmann.
A shooting skill level of 75 might be considered excellent among his peers, but he still has a long way to go before becoming a true star player.
Morrison on the other side also failed to hit all the targets.
The ninth round of battle has ended.
The score is 7-7.
The young Mancini players, who had been laughing and joking, were now holding their breath and focusing intently.
They actually fought to the very last round against that arrogant Morrison.
Morrison takes the first penalty.
His stress was palpable; his breathing became rapid, and the panic in his eyes was unmistakable.
Being forced into this situation was something that Great Britain had not anticipated.
Lingard took the kickoff.
Morrison once again opted for a finesse shot!
Snapped.
The pleasant sound of the web being refreshed did not come.
The ball grazed the crossbar and flew into the sky.
It's been missed!
Morrison's eyes were lifeless.
It must be because he hasn't played football for too long and suddenly lost his touch.
Otherwise, at least nine out of ten would make it!
No matter what, his physical strength should have reached its limit by now, so his movements will definitely be out of control.
Morrison stared intently at Liu Yi, who was strolling toward the edge of the penalty area.
"They're here!"
Lingard took the kickoff.
Liu Yi's complex emotions vanished with the swing of his leg.
At this moment, his world consists only of the goal and the football.
The heart is like still water.
boom!
Exclamations erupted from the group of young players.
"He hit it...it's a perfect 10-point goal!"
John Coffey looked incredulous.
He himself would have had a hard time reaching this level of difficulty, yet Liu Yi actually achieved it.
"Beautiful! You have half my charm."
Lingard stepped forward and sincerely offered his blessings to his friend.
"Half the flair? You can score 16 goals with 10 shots, no wonder you're called 'King of Football' Lingard."
Liu Yi was also in a good mood. After calming down, he realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
He successfully withstood the pressure from Manchester United's strongest U18 team, truly earning a place in the locker room!
Morrison looked on incredulously.
The word "failure" has not appeared in his dictionary for a long time.
"So what? Lavelle just returned and hasn't played in a long time. Besides, how about we compete in something else? Like dribbling or a 60-meter sprint?"
Michael Keane couldn't believe his master had been defeated so easily, and rushed up to Liu Yi, trying to get revenge.
Liu Yi smiled kindly when he saw the face that looked just like a "street thug from the British Quarter".
"Hey, you just said you'd eat the soccer ball if I couldn't win, right? Here, eat this ball first, but don't eat it plain, mix some sauce in it so it'll be easier to swallow."