The Midfield Master

"Hey, brother, I heard you right. As long as you pass you, you promise to teach me how to kick a curve ball. Are you sure it's not the other conditions? Have you never watched my game? I think you still It's better to let me give you money!"

Hearing Huang Yifei's conditions, Torres also felt something unbelievable. Although Huang Yifei's accomplishments in curveball are good, it does not mean that Huang Yifei's other standards have reached the level of a professional player.

Asking a professional player to pass an amateur football enthusiast is as simple as drinking water and eating.

The changes in the rhythm of professional players, as well as the timing of their feet, are unmatched by amateur players who have rarely experienced actual combat.

"Yes, just let you pass me, as long as you pass me, I will teach you!"

"Well, since you insist on this, there is no way for me to do it. You have to be careful. I am not that good at defending! You should wear football shoes in your backpack. You first put on the football shoes, and then Let's play fair!"

Although this guy talks a lot, he is still good. With this guy's ability, I am afraid that Madrid is a popular star in Atletico, but when faced with the "cleaner" Huang Yifei, he has no pretensions at all.

Sometimes people who talk a lot are very cute.

Huang Yifei quickly replaced his football shoes.

"Hey, buddy, are you ready! I'm coming here!" Torres watched Huang Yifei finished changing his sneakers and stood up.

As if he couldn't wait to bounce around in place, Huang Yifei simply warmed up in place.

"Yes, you have to warm up before exercise, otherwise it's easy to get hurt. I'm waiting for you, you have to hurry up!" Seeing Huang Yifei warming up, Torres didn't blame Huang Yifei for wasting time, but he stayed where he was Kicked the ball.

"This guy" Huang Yifei couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

"Okay, come on!" After a simple warm-up, Huang Yifei jumped on the spot a few times, and then beckoned to Torres

"Here is my brother!" Torres grinned when Huang Yifei called him.

The distance between Torres and Huang Yifei is about 10m, and when Torres takes the ball, Torres's expression is like a different person.

All the hippie smiles have changed, and their faces are full of seriousness.

"Is this guy getting serious?" Huang Yifei thought in his heart.

When Torres dribbled the ball, all his attention was on the ball, but this time Torres did not use his full strength. Torres was extraordinary this time, and Torres only used 50% of his strength.

In Torres's eyes, dealing with an amateur player, he can easily pass him with 50% of his strength, and he will not be too simple to leave a psychological shadow on the opposite person.

And does Torres use any extravagant gestures, just a dial to the right, and the simpler the gesture, the more effective it will be when it is proficient.

One swipe and one acceleration is enough to make a yellow fly!

"It's over!" Torres thought in his heart when Torres pushed the ball out with his foot.

"Is this guy sleepwalking?" But in Huang Yifei's eyes, Torres looked like he was sleepwalking.

Such a slow dribbling speed, it is estimated that people have been interrupted on the court many times, and then this dial, so casual, in Huang Yifei's eyes is simply full of loopholes.

When Huang Yifei's defensive ability reached 90, Huang Yifei's mind was like learning to curve the ball at the beginning, and a lot of things were stuffed in somehow.

The experience gained over time and again, the confidence accumulated in the defense success after time, after entering Huang Yifei’s mind, gradually transformed into Huang Yifei’s own things in Huang Yifei’s mind over time. Now Huang Yifei’s defensive ability can be regarded as The top defender in world football.

Huang Yifei just stretched out his foot easily and broke the ball.

No effort at all.

"What! This guy actually broke my ball!" Torres, who originally thought that this action could already fly Huang Yi off, couldn't help being surprised in his heart.

"interesting!"

"It seems that this guy has reserved his power, and it is estimated that he really regards me as a cleaner!"

"Hey, want to pass me, but it's not as simple as you think!" Huang Yifei shouted towards Torres.

The corners of Torres' mouth also hung a slight curve at this time. "Interesting, you guy, looks pretty good, but then you have to be careful!"

Huang Yifei returned the ball to Torres, and Torres also took a deep breath. Now Torres plans to get serious.

Torres would take his calf to the ground, and then rushed towards Huang Yifei like a bolt of lightning, so fast that he even left a shadow in Huang Yifei's eyes.

Torres went all out this time, and the speed of the ball was more than twice as fast as before.

Huang Yifei's pupils tightened, and Torres approached him in an instant. Torres did not intend to use any particularly fancy moves this time, but a simple dial.

Torres has to wade through Huang Yifei with speed. For his physical fitness, Torres still has full confidence.

Although Huang Yifei seems to be a lot stronger than himself, Torres has not been afraid of anyone in terms of physical confrontation.

When Torres swiped the ball with his right foot, Huang Yifei also reacted immediately.

Huang Yifei immediately turned around and got entangled with Torres. When Huang Yifei's body collided with Torres, Huang Yifei suddenly felt a huge force before pushing himself out.

"Damn, is this guy so strong?" Huang Yifei cursed secretly in his heart.

"Damn, why is he so hard!" At the same time, Torres was also secretly cursing in his heart.

But after all, Huang Yifei's stamina is higher than Torres. After a distance of 5M, Huang Yifei roared, and then took the ball back from Torres's leg.

"Hehehe, I haven't passed me!" Huang Yifei, who got the ball, said to Torres triumphantly.

Torres was not angry and anxious either, but he looked at Huang Yifei's eyes a bit strange now, seeing Huang Yifei had some scalp numb, his eyes were full of warfare and full of desire for victory.

These two confrontations with Huang Yifei have already burned Torres's desire for victory.