The Legendary Chairman Novel - Chapter 038
038 In the Future, We Will Meet in the Premier League!
“Huntelaar! Huntelaar has a single blade!” The BBC commentator Mark Lawrenson suddenly roared in excitement, a voice that startled his fellow commentators.
Eddie Gray of the BBC was also shocked when he saw this.
On the spectator stands, the faces of the Brentford fans who came to the arena changed drastically as they roared crazily, “Stop him! Stop that brat!”
Peter Will rushed to the side with a solemn expression and a cold gaze.
Danger! His goal was extremely dangerous!
Huntelaar was 183cm tall, but his speed wasn’t slow at all. The two centre-backs in Brentford were obviously the type of tall, high-altitude centre-backs. However, their speed of turning around and chasing after him was lacking. At this moment, Huntelaar rushed up. They really couldn’t catch up.
Fitzgerald and Talbot were both suckling, but they couldn’t catch up.
Peter Will’s face darkened.
Two of Brentford’s full-backs Michael Dobson and Andy Miles quickly recycled and chased after Huntelaar with the ball.
“Chase him! Chase him! Chase him! Chase him!” Shouted the Brentford fans crazily. “Chase him! Chase him! Chase him! Chase him! Chase him! Chase him!”
Michael Dobson and Andy Mars were still very fast. Without the ball, they were like two sports cars and quickly charged towards Huntelaar.
“Hiss, we’re catching up. Dobson and Miles are catching up. Huntelaar is in danger!” BBC commentator Mark Lawrenson exclaimed.
However, Huntelaar had already arrived at the Great Forbidden Area Line.
On the sidelines, Zhong Cheng suddenly shouted, “Klaas, shoot! Shoot them in the face!”
Huntelaar is well-known in Holland, but after arriving at Leeds United in England, he was questioned endlessly, even after scoring two goals in the last game.
Huntelaar’s heart was filled with anger.
Why would you, Tamar, question this daddy? Why should I say that I can’t do anything? Why?
Now, all of you scum, accept this daddy’s baptism!
Facing the attacking goalkeeper Stuart Nelson, Huntelaar swung his leg and used his strength to hit the football fiercely.
“Huntelaar shot!” BBC commentator Mark Lawrence roared.
Zhong Cheng roared crazily on the sidelines, “Go to hell with all doubts!”
Dobson and Miles were still a step too late. Just as they caught up to Huntelaar, Huntelaar’s right leg slammed into the football. With a loud boom, the football shot towards the upper right corner of the goal like a turtle’s Qigong Qigong wave.
The ball was as fast as lightning, with a very sharp angle and an extremely visual impact.
Stuart Nelson, who was only 183cm tall, bounced very well, but the first thing he did was get up and fly sideways without touching the football, which flew into Brentford’s goal without any suspense.
“Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal” Mark Laurenson, the BBC commentator, pulled his machine gun off his throat and dragged it out for a long time, as if it would never end. “Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal”
Huntelaar! In the 15th minute of the first half, Huntelaar and Leeds United’s Huntelaar shot a world wave into Brentford’s goal. After being suppressed for 15 minutes, Leeds United took the lead with a counterattack that was as fast as lightning! Mark Lawrenson, the BBC’s commentator, said excitedly, the words in his mouth popping out like bullets from a machine gun.
After scoring the goal, the Ellen Road stadium was in a deathly silence.
The Leeds fans were very embarrassed at the moment. Leeds scored a goal. Was this a celebration? Or not celebrate?
No celebration, but their beloved Leeds United scored. But celebrating, is this compromising to madman Roja? They can’t compromise with madman Roja. Now they want to beat up Crazy Roja and kick him out of Leeds United, at this time they will not cheer for Crazy Roja’s team.
Leeds United fans remained silent, as did Brentford fans.
On the field, Huntelaar, who scored, was very excited. The hormones in his body rapidly secreted and controlled his brain. He immediately turned around and rushed to the side of the field, rushing to the stands where countless fans were gathered.
Huntelaar came to the stands where the fans were gathered and proudly stretched out his right index finger and placed it beside his mouth. The intention of that action was very obvious, and that was to shut the fuck up for me!
‘”Ah! Huntelaar’s actions are a bit too radical. It seems that he is very dissatisfied with being questioned by so many people recently. However, his actions may anger the fans at the scene and attract more saliva for him. Huntelaar’s actions are very sensible!” BBC commentator Mark Lawrenson said.
Sure enough, the fans on the scene really exploded. Huntelaar’s arrogant appearance made them very angry, very angry.
Tama, you little brat just scored a goal. What’s there to be proud of? What’s there to be arrogant about? Your Tamar is a piece of trash!
The Leeds fans and the Brentford fans shouted together, cursing Huntelaar, “Damn brat, go back to your Holland. You’re not good enough for Leeds. You’re not even good enough to buy me Leeds shoes. Scram!”
The curses of these fans were extremely unpleasant to hear, making Huntelaar’s expression even more gloomy.
When Zhong Cheng saw this, he immediately shouted, “Klaas, Klaas, come here!”
At the prompt of his teammates, Huntelaar saw Zhong Cheng’s movements and immediately ran over.
Zhong Cheng immediately said to Huntelaar: “Don’t be enraged by those damned trash fans. Keep your mind fresh, use more goals to plug his mouth, use more goals to hit their faces, use more goals to make them lose face, you know?”
Huntelaar nodded solemnly.
Zhong Cheng continued: “Go, use more goals to tell them that you are not a small earthworm by the river, but a fierce dragon crossing the river. Use goals to crush everything!”
Huntelaar’s blood energy surged up and swelled. His face turned red as he nodded fiercely and roared, “Use the goal to crush everything!”
After saying that, Huntelaar turned around and rushed into the stadium.
–Division Line–
“Not bad, not bad! This kid really has two tricks!” Manchester United manager Sir Alex Ferguson nodded repeatedly in front of the television.
To be honest, Leeds United’s defensive prowess has exceeded Ferguson’s expectations, even though their opponent is third-tier Brentford, who is not strong enough. But through this match, Ferguson naturally saw some clues.
Although Leeds United’s tactics were still immature, they had already begun to take shape. If that madman could maintain this defensive strength to the extreme, then it would be very difficult for any team to break through their goal in the future.
Of course, Ferguson doesn’t think Zhong Cheng can do all of this because the intensity of the defense is too strenuous. The kids at Leeds United don’t have the strenuous physical and tactical qualities, and even most Premier League players can’t do that.
Therefore, in Ferguson’s view, Zhong Cheng’s station speed return is in the ideal state.
Of course, this was not to say that Ferguson looked down on Zhong Cheng. On the contrary, he thought that Zhong Cheng was quite good. There were still some things he could learn from Zhong Cheng’s tactics.
Ars è ne Wenger in London also saw this and was surprised. How could this brat Zhong Cheng do this? He is only 22 years old and seems to have a good reputation as a football coach. How did he do it?
Like Sir Alex Ferguson, Wenger believes the tactic has something unique about it, but it is difficult, almost impossible. Because it requires a lot of players, such as physical fitness, tactical execution, attention and so on.
However, Wenger is interested in Zhong Cheng. Just how far can this little fellow go?
“Maybe we can meet him in the Premier League in the future,” thought the two big shots.
–Division Line–
On the pitch, the players from Brentford were attacking like crazy.
Brentford fans shouted, like thousands of Spartan warriors, chanting rhythmic and powerful slogans to cheer for their favorite team.
On the sidelines, Peter Will kept pointing and roaring, like a monkey jumping up and down, as if its butt had been set on fire. It was quite funny.
In the stands, Bradley Wilson’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his heart was filled with rage. Damn Madman Loria, damn Huntelaar, I want you to die!
On the pitch, the Leeds players defended very ferociously and felt very oppressive. The biggest characteristic of their defense was that they had a lot of physical contact, and their defensive movements were also very fierce and large. The Leeds United players were like a sophisticated machine, running in an orderly manner.
Brentford is like a piece of minced pork, and the Brentford players are kicking hard.
The Brentford players’ defensive movements were also very ferocious and rough, but their integrity was simply too different from Leeds United’s. It was clear which team was better than the other.
At this moment, Peter Vail’s lungs were about to explode with anger. They were really too passive, and they were completely at a disadvantage. This made him very angry.
It’s impossible for me to lose to a madman! Absolutely impossible!
Peter Will waved his hand, signaling for the Brentford players to attack and press down on the attack.
“Peter Weir has forgotten the scar from before. They are simply courting death by attacking recklessly. Although I don’t know much about this Leeds team, I know from the observation of this match that this Leeds team’s counterattack is very fast and sharp. Ah, here it comes, the Leeds team’s counterattack is coming!” BBC commentator Mark Lawrenson suddenly cried out in excitement.
Even Eddie Gray, who had been silent for the game, cried out in surprise, “It’s stolen. Leeds midfielder has stolen it. Counter attack. Leeds counterattack again!”
When Peter Will saw all of this, he was instantly enraged and roared, “Foul! Stop him! Stop him!”
Bradley Wilson in the stands was furious.
