The first tumor in football

Chapter 187: Great, no words needed.

Griezmann's Adam's apple rolled.

He felt the beads of sweat on his back sliding down his spine, itching as if there were ants marching in step on his suit.

Griezmann had a blank expression on his face, but his fingertips were quietly drawing tactical codes on his tactical vest - three short dashes plus a circle. This was the "human wall blossoming" gesture agreed upon by their French gang when they played baseball.

This is the only way Griezmann can win after careful consideration.

In fact, Griezmann has long been aware of Song Wen's strength.

In that half season in the Premier League, Song Wen's performance was unprecedented and it may be difficult to surpass it in the future.

For Griezmann, he has always considered himself a genius.

Even if he compares himself with Ronaldo and Messi, Griezmann doesn't think he is much different from them.

But when facing Song Wen, he always feels powerless.

It was as if there was an insurmountable chasm between the two of them.

Whenever Griezmann watched Song Wen's game videos, he couldn't help but ask himself.

If he were the one on the field, could he do it?
The answer is always no.

Even through his imagination, Griezmann didn't dare to imagine many of Song Wen's operations.

He knew that he was no match for Song Wen.

Perhaps, as the outside world says, those so-called geniuses are just the threshold to seeing Song Wen.

But the purpose of launching this so-called challenge is not to compete for a moment or to gain temporary superiority.

But with Song Wen joining, it is very likely that his future will always be shrouded in Song Wen's shadow.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight with Song Wen.

And now, it is obvious that he has enough advantages.

He stood in a more familiar stadium, surrounded by teammates with whom he had fought side by side for many years.

This may be his only chance to defeat Song Wen.

Seeing Griezmann's gesture, Hernandez immediately understood and turned around to kick Koke who was tying his shoelaces: "Hey, old man, do you want to relive the happy times of being a human stake in the U12 league?"

Song Wenzheng squatted on the ground adjusting his shoe spikes. He looked up and smiled harmlessly, "Do you need help setting up a human wall? I won the third place in a Lego building competition when I was in elementary school."

As he spoke, the sunlight hit his eyelashes, casting two obedient shadows on his cheeks, making him look like a young pioneer who had just joined the Communist Youth League.

Griezmann's back teeth were almost broken.

He recalled the title of last week's exclusive interview in Marca - "Football's White Lotus? Uncovering Song Wen's Thousand-Layered Routine".

He had scoffed at it at the time, but now he felt that the report was as conservative as a fairy tale - the man before him was clearly Godzilla in sheep's clothing!

"Best of five." The Frenchman held up his palm, with almond powder from making macarons yesterday still stained between his fingernails. "The distance between the human wall is 9.15 meters. I want a set piece on the right side of the top of the arc."

He spoke in a decisive tone, but a suspicious blush appeared on his earlobes.

God knows he specifically turned his sports bracelet to boxing mode this morning just to monitor his heart rate and make sure it didn't exceed his shame threshold.

Costa rubbed his bruised shoulder and came over, muttering in Portuguese in a low voice: "Do you want me to fart in the crowd? I ate three onion cheese rolls this morning."

Before Griezmann rolled his eyes, Song Wen had already raised his hand to signal: "Mr. Referee, this student said he wanted to use biological weapons."

Griezmann closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to block out the noise around him.

He remembered that when he was practicing free kicks at the training ground late last night, the sound of the football hitting the billboard sounded very much like the boos at Camp Nou.

In the moonlight, twenty footballs were arranged in the shape of the Barcelona team logo, and each one was deformed by his kicks - like a crumpled love letter.

"Are you ready?" Song Wen had already stood at the free throw spot without him noticing, measuring the grass texture with the tip of his shoe.

Griezmann winked.

"I'll go first."

Song Wen spread his hands indifferently and retreated to the penalty area, where he found that the French gang's human wall beside him began to make some small moves.

Hernandez pulled his socks up to his thighs, Lemar furtively undid his shoelaces, and Koke shook his shoulders as if he had suffered a stroke.

Griezmann retreated seven and a half steps, a distance he had measured thousands of times in his dreams, but every time it was the red and blue flag flying behind the goal instead of the red and white stripes.

He deliberately took half a step extra during his run-up, a trick he learned from Cristiano Ronaldo.

The moment the ball left his feet, Griezmann felt as if time was stretched into a thread - he saw the ball spinning through the morning mist, plowing a trail of wine aroma in the air.

Then he widened his eyes and looked at the black hair swaying in the wind in disbelief!

Song Wen did not choose to jump with the human wall.

Of course, the human wall around him didn't even jump.

Instead, he turned around and ran towards the goal.

Then Dapeng's ability to spread his wings was activated instantly, and the whole person jumped high into the air!
"Is that human being?!"

Looking at Song Wen who jumped up to a height almost reaching the crossbar, Griezmann's eyes were full of disbelief.

Because there was no goalkeeper, Griezmann did not consider too much power and speed in this shot, he even only considered the downward arc.

In Griezmann's view, as long as he could get past the first row of players, the ball would naturally go in.

But he never expected that Song Wen would be so treacherous!
"boom!"

"Nice clearance on the goal line!" Torres clapped happily, completely ignoring Griezmann's dark face.

For this veteran of Atletico Madrid, now that he is back on this field, he doesn't care what the French think.

Anyway, Torres' current status in Atletico Madrid is more like a mascot.

"It's your turn." Song Wen brushed off the grass debris on his hair and took out a football from the cart. "Do you need me to adjust the human wall to the distance of Munich?"

As he spoke, he began to carve lines on the turf with his shoe spikes, looking as serious as if he was doing a math problem for the college entrance exam.

The French gang looked at the nine-square grid pattern gradually taking shape on the ground, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Song Wen looked at Atletico's goal with a smile and said:

"Before coming here, I never thought that my first goal would be scored into my own goal."

After Song Wen finished speaking, the Atletico Madrid players looked a little embarrassed.

He wasn't being subtle.

It's a pity that Griezmann is French, otherwise he should have responded at this time: "Where are you putting me?"

Song Wen took two steps back and looked towards the goal.

Griezmann is not wrong.

Because there is no goalkeeper, if you want to score a goal, you don’t need to worry too much about the speed and lateral curve of the ball.

All you need to consider is how to get the ball over the wall and then make sure the ball falls into the goal.

There was nothing wrong with Griezmann's shot just now.

And I can completely imitate his shooting method.

But Song Wen knew that he could score this goal.

Because Griezmann can't run as fast as him, let alone jump as high as him.

He's even a little bit not smart enough.

If it were me, I would not choose to stand in the human wall and prepare to jump, but would stand directly in front of the door.

Song Wen slowly ran up and then stepped on the ball.
The football suddenly turned into a rainbow.

The sunlight penetrated a water stain somewhere on the surface of the sphere, casting a seven-color light band in the air!

The human wall collectively looked up and exclaimed "Wow", and Lemar subconsciously reached out to grab it.

When they came to their senses, the net was already rippling. Griezmann turned his head mechanically.

His eyes were full of regret.

He should be a goalkeeper!

Torres wiped his eyes and said: "The last time I saw a goal like this was when Messi kicked it for me in my dream."

The old golden boy's sigh instantly broke Griezmann's defense. At this moment, he missed the massage chair in the Barcelona locker room very much - at least it wouldn't suddenly jump up and give him a mental blow.

Song Wen still had that harmless smile on his face. He shrugged his shoulders, as if to say that he was just lucky.

He finally understood why Simeone called this guy "a Tyrannosaurus Rex in a panda skin" - being cute was just a stretching exercise before hunting!
Feeling Griezmann's complicated gaze, Song Wen spread his hands.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to continue? It's your turn."

Griezmann tried hard to calm his pounding heart.

Every step he took, he felt his feet were as heavy as if they were filled with cement.

He had never had this feeling before, even when he stood at the penalty spot in the Champions League.

Looking at the hesitant Griezmann, Song Wen smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Hey man, don't stress yourself out. Maybe I can go first in this round."

Griezmann paused when he heard Song Wen's words.

The usually confident French striker actually hesitated at this moment.

"Maybe letting him go first is a good choice... If he doesn't get in, then my pressure will be much less... Yes, this is more fair!"

Griezmann pretended to be magnanimous, nodded, and then stepped back.

"Okay, you go first."

Song Wen smiled and put the ball on the lawn.

He took a deep breath and looked at Atletico Madrid's goal.

Griezmann is very good at free kicks. Without the support of system ability, it would be difficult for me to compete with him.

And now, Griezmann has the assistance of the human wall.

He has already used a lot of his system capabilities.

Song Wen's gaze slowly moved from the direction of the goal to Griezmann.

The French striker did not look at himself at this moment, but slightly turned his body, his eyes constantly looking towards the goal behind him.

And Griezmann's standing posture is obviously not the posture of preparing to jump.

This made Song Wen instantly understand Griezmann's intention.

He took a few steps back without any expression, then instantly accelerated and charged forward fiercely!

Unlike the previous shot which was effortless, this time, Song Wen used almost all of his body's strength to concentrate on his feet!

The price of such a shot is sacrificing a certain arc!

Simeone, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned.

Although Song Wen's shot was powerful enough, just like a cannonball fired from a gun, it was obviously not high enough!
This will be directly intercepted by the human wall in the penalty area!

But soon, Simeone opened his eyes wide in surprise!

Because the originally neat human wall suddenly had a gap!
Griez and others in the human wall actually chose to turn around and run towards the goal the moment Song Wen kicked the ball!

The route of Song Wen's shot was aimed at the position where Griezmann had just stood!

"Griezmann was completely fooled!"

This was the thought that suddenly popped into Simeone's mind.

This 17-year-old young man's ability to manipulate people's hearts is much more terrifying than his skills or even physical fitness!
At this time, Griezmann turned around and discovered the path of the ball.

His eyes were full of shame and anger of being teased!

But at this moment, he can still jump hard and try to head the ball out with his head.

Because Song Wen's shot was very straight, with almost no arc.

But Griezmann hesitated!

If the ball had not picked up speed at the previous position, he would be fully confident that he could head the ball away.

But now, the acceleration of the ball has reached its maximum!
The ball came towards him like a cannonball!
And it was just a moment of hesitation.

The ball has flown past Griezmann's side and, like a falling meteorite, slammed into the goal!
Griez and others turned their heads stiffly, looking at the ball that was still spinning on the net and had not yet landed, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

At this moment, he felt mixed emotions. He was glad that his head didn't explode, but he was also upset about his cowardice and Song Wen's goal.

Looking at the distraught Griezmann on the field, Simeone on the sidelines sighed.

He knew that the French striker's confidence had completely collapsed at this moment.

Now he only hopes that Song Wen can show some mercy and not completely destroy Griezmann.

Griezmann swallowed.

At this moment, he was actually a little afraid of the free kick position that he had always been looking forward to snatching from Song Wen.

He slowly raised his feet and walked extremely slowly, as if he was about to step onto the execution ground.

Looking at Griezmann walking towards him, Song Wen smacked his lips.

I didn't expect this kid to have the courage.

I have already used up all my skills. It would be embarrassing if Griezmann suddenly had an epiphany under such high pressure and caused me to capsize.

The wind was blowing hard.

Song Wen suddenly said:

"I almost forgot. I have an appointment with technician No. 888 at o'clock this afternoon to do foot care for me."

He looked at Griezmann and grinned:

"Let's fight another time."

Then Song Wen turned and left.

Griezmann was stunned for a moment, then became furious, took a step forward to chase after him, but was stopped by Simeone.

The Atletico Madrid coach looked serious and thoughtful as he spoke:

"He's giving you a second chance to choose. Don't you understand?"

Griezmann paused.

He was a little skeptical that the hateful man would show mercy to his men. After all, in his impression, Song Wen was always a vindictive person. If anyone offended him, he would want to trample that person into the ground.

But he really couldn't understand why Song Wen just left when he was about to lose all hope.

"You are teammates," Simeone said with deep eyes, "Maybe you are too angry to understand now, but from the perspective of an observer, I see the sincerity and friendliness that Song Wen showed to you."

"Think about the striker named McGoldrick from Ipswich Town. He is only at the level of the English Championship, but he is ranked third in the Premier League goal list. Song Wen has never been a selfish person."

Griezmann looked at the noisy training ground and suddenly laughed out loud.

He recalled what his mentor coach said when he lost his first penalty shootout at the age of 19: "A football is round, but there are always people who can kick it into the shape they want."

The morning breeze swept away his sigh, and the Frenchman reached out to catch a pigeon feather falling from the sky. The edges of the white feathers were stained with a faint morning glow, which looked very much like the reflection of the Nou Camp turf.

Simeone turned around and looked at Song Wen's receding back.

Only one sentence appeared in my mind.

"Great, needless to say."

(End of this chapter)