The Midfield Master

"I apologize to you"

One after another, Imolebi's teammates came to Huang Yifei and bowed their heads to express their apologies to Huang Yifei.

Although it is the pot of his teammates, after all, they are all brothers who have played together for so many years, and they have to help the brothers to make up for the pot. After the big deal, a few people put Spade in the corner and gave him a fierce beating.

"Hey, it's your turn."

Huang Yifei said to Spade, who hadn't recovered yet.

Spade took a bite and walked over.

"I'm sorry" Spade said sorry as if it came out of his teeth, very reluctantly.

"Dare to lose or not to be. I was so reluctant to make a promise at the beginning?"

Huang Yifei chuckled when he saw Spade's reluctance.

"You belong to the Juventus Junior Team, so you can look down on people casually. What I taught you today is that in addition to football, there is also a word of respect. Put away your so-called superiority, the Chinese don’t need any of you. People are poor, Chinese children, Chinese professional players! Put away your knowledge of the last century. Now stand here and kick you as mentally handicapped! He is a complete Chinese player.

Huang Yifei said this loudly to Imolebi and others, and the scene was very quiet.

Don't know why, Emerson feels very refreshed now.

"Yes, we are no worse than any of you!" Emerson also roared loudly.

What's up with you, Huang Yifei has some helplessness in his heart, but more of it is a little funny.

"Spade, let's go." At this moment, Immorabi felt embarrassed and was about to lose his face at home. This place could not be stayed for a moment, it was a sad heart.

Imolebi quickly packed up his equipment and ran out of the football field. Spade and others also stayed soon, and immediately followed Imolebi and left.

It's really great. I strongly criticized these people who are biased against Chinese football. For the first time, the pride of the country permeated Huang Yifei's heart.

Chinese players are no worse than players from any country.

"You are really amazing. We will be your fans in the future! Which club you must play in. Let me guess where you play."

Emerson hugged Huang Yifei, and the other young players also surrounded Huang Yifei. Huang Yifei's performance just now completely impressed them. And just now because of Moreby’s team they bullied them miserably, Huang Yifei is now 3 to 0 and directly defeated by Moreby.

"I watch every Juventus game. You are definitely not a Juventus player. I guess you should be a Turin player!"

Emerson said.

"Emmerson, what are you guessing? There are no Chinese players in Turin!" Another little boy mocked Emerson mercilessly.

"Then you must be a Parma player, Parma is the closest to Turin!"

Emerson continued.

"Parma has a game today, Emerson, you fool." Another little boy came out to deny Huang Yifei's idea.

Huang Yifei suddenly felt a little interesting when he saw these young players who started arguing in order to guess which club he was a player.

But if they know that they are PSV players and know that they are about to face Juventus this weekend, I don't know what they will think in their hearts.

"Huang Yifei, let's practice."

Robben has been holding the ball on the other half of the court for a long time, and now he is also a little impatient.

Huang Yifei also gently pushed Emerson's hands away from him.

"You will know which club player I am from." Huang Yifei didn't tell Emerson and others about his Eindhoven fans, which might affect the current atmosphere.

You are a player from PSV, right? Just as Huang Yifei walked towards Robben, Emerson's voice rang from behind.

It was obvious that Emerson's tone was disappointed.

"Huang Yifei turned his head and smiled at Emerson and others.

"You guessed it" Anyway, it's useless if you don't tell him. In tomorrow's game, they will definitely know, unless they don't play.

Hearing Huang Yifei's admission, Emerson also sighed heavily.

"It doesn't matter, we will still cheer for you tomorrow!"

Emerson's tone surprised Huang Yifei, and Robben's also showed a surprised look. Cheering for the opponent's players is a novelty.

"Everyone say yes, we will cheer for them!" Emerson turned around to encourage his teammates.

Thank you, Huang Yifei is a little touched at this time. He did not expect to meet such a lovely group of children this time!

"You play first, our uncle is going to practice."

"Uncle?" A black line was drawn across Robben's face at this time. Although he looked old with his bald head, he wouldn't be called an uncle!

"Huang Yifei, they are Juventus players, or let's change the stadium."

Robben said next to Huang Yifei's ear at this time.

Emerson may have thought of this too.

"Don't worry, we will not talk nonsense about the content of your practice. This is confidential, I understand."

But Emerson thought for a while and said again.

"Let's go, hey, I can't guarantee that I will talk nonsense."

Huang Yifei feels that Emerson is very possible. As a member of the Juventus junior team, he naturally hopes that his team will win. If he sees his training and talks about it, he may feel uncomfortable.

And just now I said that I would cheer for Huang Yifei, which is very contradictory.

So Emerson chose to leave, ignoring his heart.

"See you tomorrow." Huang Yifei waved to Emerson and the others and watched them leave the stadium. Now only Huang Yifei and Robben were left in the huge stadium, as well as some people running on the track around the stadium.

It doesn't matter, because they didn't know that Huang Yifei was a fan of Eindhoven and would naturally not come to observe what Huang Yifei and Robben were doing, they would only treat them as two football fans.

Using a low flat ball to pass, although it can have a surprising effect, the disadvantage is that it is not easy to control and easy to pass.

Robben ran to the right near the penalty area. Huang Yifei was about 10 meters away from the large penalty area. Although Huang Yifei can pass the ball to Robben stably without interference, Huang Yifei must observe every time. Although it takes only a few seconds to get a shot of one's own batting position, it appears to be a bit longer in the game.