What kind of football player is handsome?

Chapter 42 Ground Slash! Damn it, even I don't know where the ball will fly, how could the goal

The away fans' stand is in a secluded corner inside the Loftus Road stadium.

This "isolated island," surrounded by the home team's vast expanse of light blue, is constantly subjected to the fierce roar of the opposing fans.

However, the deep blue zone belonging to Leicester was like a storm, shouting with even more fervent and intense roars, conveying their burning support and belief in victory to the center of the pitch.

A Leicester die-hard, whose face was painted with dark blue camouflage, proclaiming his status as a Union FS supporter, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Liu's performance was fantastic! Watching him play is like admiring a work of art!"

Beside him, a bald fan wearing a blue fox scarf couldn't help but chime in.

Suddenly, a hint of sadness flashed in the eyes of that die-hard fan.

"If there were a loan-to-buy clause, it would be great to keep Liu at Leicester City permanently!"

The bald man touched his empty head: "Manchester United won't let him go. His talent is amazing, and I have no doubt that Ferguson will entrust him with important responsibilities."

The die-hard fans laughed.

"Yeah, why think so much? We're not the team's management. All we can do is enjoy the happiness Liu brings us. If we can beat QPR, I'll have a drink tonight!"

"Haha, one drink isn't enough, especially since we're on their turf. We'll drink our fill when we get back to Leicester!"

The mention of drinking ignited the fans' cheers even more, the roar soaring into the London sky.

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"Paul, they will definitely be eager to get back after losing possession. When you get the ball and are under pressure, don't hesitate, just pass the ball out directly. Their backfield will definitely be exposed."

Pogba nodded in understanding as he received his elder brother's remote instructions.

His older brother's words carried just as much weight in his heart as the bald Swedish coach standing on the sidelines.

After all, even Eriksson admitted that if Liu Yi had any brilliant ideas, they could try to implement them, and maybe they would succeed.

This guy is really smart.

So whenever Liu Yi scored one of these crazy goals, his teammates would laugh and shake their heads, saying, "Even a dog tied up on the coach's bench could win."

Liu Yi's idea was actually very simple.

It's already March, and Queens Park Rangers remain unbeaten at home. If they can hold on for a while longer, they have a good chance of achieving a single-season home unbeaten record.

Moreover, the Championship has a total of 46 rounds, with 23 of them played at home. To be able to remain unbeaten at home is an achievement that is something to be proud of no matter what.

The team also has the right to boast a lot.

Look, my Championship title win with a 46-game unbeaten run is even more impressive than Arsenal's 38-game unbeaten Premier League title win.

What? You're saying the Championship and the Premier League can't be compared?

My QPR lineup can't even compare to your Arsenal.

As long as we employ a certain military comparison method, we'll win no matter which way we look!

as predicted.

The Queens Park Rangers players were filled with murderous intent, like Hisahito Itadori who witnessed the death of his comrades and, in a fit of rage, summoned Sukuna to take over his body and unleash a massacre.

They launched a furious offensive, attempting to quickly close the score gap and regain control of the game.

"The scene was extremely chaotic!"

"A long-range shot from outside the penalty area!"

"Herguson!"

"Oops, it hit the crossbeam and bounced out of bounds."

The referee then blew the whistle for halftime.

Eriksson breathed a sigh of relief.

This halted QPR's aggressive advance.

If this relentless bombardment continues, he and his team may not be able to withstand it.

The game resumes after switching sides.

Queens Park Rangers have changed players.

Defender number 5, Hall, is off the court.

Forward Miller, number 29, is on the field!

Eriksson was dumbfounded.

No, it's only the first half, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?!

On the field.

Liu Yi adjusted his bright pink sports gloves.

Since signing with Puma, he can no longer wear sneakers from other brands.

In terms of fashion, Puma really can't compare to Nike and Adidas, and their sneaker designs are also a bit lacking.

If I ever have the opportunity to release a signature shoe, I must design it myself in order to have a chance of selling it for a high price.

At this stage, we can only focus on improving the components.

After all, he's the most handsome guy on the court.

Next to the substitutes' bench.

Eriksson's junior assistant coach was getting a little anxious.

"With the entire midfield and defense committed to defense and constant threats in front of the goal, how could Liu still have the leisure to adjust his gloves?"

Eriksson remained unmoved.

"What's wrong with wearing gloves? What we need is for him to score. If he scores, we'd praise him for his imagination even if he took off his glove and put it in his mouth. Besides, do you really expect this guy to make any defensive contributions?"

There's no way around it; a striker's job is to score goals.

As long as a goal can be scored.

Great scholars will naturally debate the classics for you.

A stroll is like a hat trick—strategizing within the command tent and winning battles a thousand miles away!

He didn't score a single goal but ran for over ten kilometers like a headless fly, completely outmaneuvered by the defenders.

As they were talking, Leicester City finally launched a counterattack.

Pogba's long legs successfully intercepted the ball.

Remembering his older brother's instructions, the young Frenchman made a direct diagonal pass.

Vassell suddenly accelerated on the right flank.

QPR's full-back couldn't catch up and could only watch helplessly as Vassell kicked the ball towards the center.

"Pay attention to the back!"

Paddy Kenny squatted down and waved his hands repeatedly.

His eyes were fixed on Liu Yi's position.

This guy might have been on the edge of the penalty area just a second ago.

The next second, it reached the top of the arc.

And they always manage to snag a bargain; their luck is truly unbelievable.

Xitu reacted and slowly moved his massive body backward.

Heavy defenders are actually quite fast.

What truly prevents them from containing the quick and agile forwards is their slow acceleration.

In Liu Yi's memory, there were three heavy center-backs who were active in his era and possessed acceleration comparable to top strikers. They were Rudiger, who played for Real Madrid; Araujo, who came from Barcelona; and Van der Wen, a center-back for Tottenham Hotspur, who was known as "the second Bale".

The last one was even faster than that, leaving people speechless.

Fortunately, Van der Wen is probably still playing in the mud on the ground.

The camera suddenly zooms in.

Back point.

A black-haired youth takes a running start.

A flash of silver light appeared in his pupils.

The unruly Swedish tower is a specialist in using magic balls.

Swinging arms in mid-air.

This moment.

Leicester fans watching on television held their breath.

Paddy Kenny looked hesitant.

Is it a lie? Or are they really going to break down the door?

He dared not gamble, nor was he qualified to gamble.

boom!

A sharp sound interrupted his thoughts.

Liu Yi leaped forward, his instep striking the ball precisely.

coming!

Paddy Kenny made a quick lateral movement.

His nerves were stretched to the limit.

It is undeniable that even the best strikers in the Championship could not have forced him into such a predicament.

Liu Yi did it.

And this time, he wants to do even better.

The ball was launched.

Paddy Kenny lunged at Nujang as if by reflex.

Just as he was about to lose his balance, he had a bad feeling.

Liu Yi kicked the ball onto the grass!

Ground Slash!

This not only fooled Paddy Kenny.

Even Xi Tu, who leaped to block the gun, was fooled.

The football went through his legs and bounced toward the goal.

At the moment of rebound, the ball bounced up, drawing a strange arc.

Not fast!

There's a chance to save them!

QPR's full-back, Orr, leaped from the goal line.

A strong gust of wind came from overhead.

Oh dear, you only realize how short your time is when you need it!

Not only did he fail to head the ball, but he also collided with Paddy Kenny, who was trying to get up for a second save, as he landed.

They both fell into the goal.

At that moment, the football slowly sank into the far post of the goal.

Not very damaging...

Very insulting!

Mourinho once said: "1-0 is the least secure score in a football match."

This is true.

We're now leading by two goals.

Eriksson could finally put his mind at ease for the time being.

Even the seasoned general, who had seen countless storms, roared with passion at this moment.

The teammates rushed up.

"Beautiful! Liu!"

"Haha, brilliant play! You'll definitely be on this round's top five plays again."

Pogba also rushed over, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Boss, was this also part of... your plan?"

Liu Yi nodded pretentiously.

Inner monologue:

Damn it, I don't even know where the ball will fly after the ground slash.

How could the goalkeeper know?!

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