I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 53
"Defensive playmaker?"

Coach Shenjing never thought of letting Fujii take on this task. He himself was a frontcourt player in his player days, and he lacked training experience in the midfield and backcourt. The bit becomes the midfielder.

"The 442 diamond-shaped midfielder's requirements are no lower than that of the front midfielder. It must not only have the pass organization ability of the midfielder, but also frequently intercept the opponent's offensive players. Both body and technology are indispensable. Fujii, It does exactly that perfectly.”

Coach Yasuda patiently explained that tomorrow's game is too late to use, but fortunately it's only the second round, and the strength of the opponent Otsu High School is probably comparable to that of Horikoshi High School.

Hopefully, Otsu High School didn't discover this weakness.

Thinking slightly worried in my heart, Coach Yasuda thought.

January 2013, 1, Tokyo National Gymnasium, National High School Competition, second round.

Kick-off in the middle circle, No. [-] midfielder Makino Changlong of Otsu High School held the ball, and sent a long pass to winger No. [-] Honda Toru in the frontcourt.

"It's so fast. The winger from Otsu High School is said to have practiced sprinting in junior high school. Nakamura, the No. [-] midfielder from Hachioji High School, can't keep up at all!"

In the live broadcast room of TV Asahi, the commentator Yasutaro Matsuki was a little nervous. Captain Nakamura, who was guarding the midfield, couldn't catch up with Toru Motoyama, who was riding a horse.

With his shoulders sinking and the spike turned around, Toru Honda threw off the central defender Nagahama-senpai who stepped forward to intercept him, and nimbly cut in from the side to the center, faintly seeing the technical characteristics of Bayern star Arjen Robben.

Facing the proactive Ryunosuke, he dribbled the ball from the middle to the right. During the movement, a sudden cold arrow hit the ball with his right foot, and the football rolled to the goal from the side of Ryunosuke.

"Hahaha! Remember me! Remember my number, my name, Mr. Honda Toru!"

Honda Toru, who scored the goal, ran to the sidelines and knelt down, rushed to the live camera lens, pointed to his No. [-] number, and laughed happily.

Fujii was expressionless, and he was only one goal behind, so he didn't panic.

In the 4th minute of the first half, he received the ball. Two players in front of him and behind him were in charge of marking him. They were both fast full-backs. It seemed that the opponent was determined not to let him sprint with the ball.

A deep-fried ball with no difficulty, waded through the first full-back who was overwhelmed, dribbled the ball for more than ten meters, and his body naturally made a Marseille maneuver to get rid of the second defensive back.

The TV camera couldn't keep up with his pace, Yasutaro Matsuki, who was watching his figure, opened his mouth and let out a series of ambiguous exclamations.

"Hey hey hey hey! Fast, really fast! Not only the speed, but also the changing direction of the dribbling rhythm!"

Fujii looked up and swept across the frontcourt, and there were three defensive players in front of him. He pulled to the right, and a central defender blocked him. Unscrupulously one shoulder knocked away the strong defensive central defender, and the distance to the goal was only 19 meters!
Provoking the football, a rainbow dribbled the ball over the head of the next defender, and the last defender stepped forward to press. Fujii huddled together with him, suppressed the opponent with his body, raised his foot, and concentrated his strength In football, he shoots from a sideways position at a distance of 15 meters, lowers his body, agitates his leg muscles, and shoots out vigorously.

"gooooooooool!!!"

The ball went straight to the goal, and the goalkeeper of Otsu High School's one-handed block was knocked away by Peiran's huge force, and he shot the goal unstoppably, setting off cheers and waves of people in the stands, ripples appeared on the net, and the football landed in the goal of green grass.

Matsuki Yasutaro waited for a few seconds before roaring, clenched his fist and waved downward.

After scoring the goal, Fujii trotted to the side of the field, put one hand to his ear, and made a gesture of listening to the stands. This was imitating the celebration of Italian melancholy prince Baggio. It was neither ostentatious nor impressive.

"Hoo-hoo-ha! Hoo-hoo-ha!"

Tens of thousands of spectators in the stands were overwhelmed by his goals. Most of the fans who watched the high school game did not support the home team, in order to appreciate the young people's hard work when they were young.

The sound wave was suppressed for a while, and then suddenly pulled up, and the wonderful performance of scoring goals by five players in a row deserves such preferential treatment.

In the No. 15 minute of the first half, the score was equalized by Fujii, 1-1.

"Look at the performance on the spot! Hachioji High School's NO.13 midfielder Fujii, he scored a goal with full personal ability. He can always stand up in times of crisis. We said before the first round that as long as he plays well Excellent, the signing fee may reach hundreds of millions of yen, now I want to change my mind, his worth has already reached this level."

Sergio in the live broadcast room also began to praise Fujii, how could he be indifferent to such a player who had no solution.

On the bench of Otsu High School, coach Maruyama was not hit. He knew that his team would not be able to guard against players like Fujii.

come in!Let's see who scores more. The team I adjusted is best at attacking.

Coach Maruyama has the chance to win, he gestured to his own players on the field to strengthen the attack!
The ball returned to the feet of Otsu High School. Midfielder Makino Changlong followed the attacking arrow and passed it to the winger Honda Toru. Captain Nakamura had nothing to do with Motoyama. Assault from the side.

This time, Toru Honda attempted a long-range shot, and the ball almost missed the crossbar and hit it high, but the midfielders of Hachioji High School failed to bring him much resistance. If this continues, he will lose the ball sooner or later.

"Fukai, change, replace Shike Nakamura, put Nakaji Murakami in the center back, let Fujii play in the midfielder, and have Nakaji Murura near him to help defend. We must stabilize in the first half."

Coach Yasuda, who was sitting next to him, said decisively that he couldn't continue playing like this and had to make adjustments.

"Hi! I'm going to notify the referee."

Coach Shenjing stood up from his seat, and when the ball was dead, he held up the number plate on the sidelines. No. 15, Shiki Nakamura, No. [-], Murakami Murakami.

Oh!Did you see it?
Coach Maruyama of Otsu High School watched the substitution and adjustment unexpectedly, and his gaze stopped next to Coach Shenjing. He still recognized the chubby, amiable Coach Yasuda, the champion coach of Kashima Antlers.

Rescue soldiers have been moved, Yasuda Koichi, what a big name!
Coach Maruyama, who can only coach the high school team, sneered a few times, and the Buddha who was invited temporarily will not help in the face of this kind of early target situation, unless...

His eyes moved to Fujii who had just entered the field and whispered a few words to Yumura Nakaji, unless this genius is really perfect for the work of the midfielder. This is the opposite position to the frontcourt player. Nakamura Nakamura who was born as a midfielder Jingdu can't do it, and a frontcourt player won't cause much splash.

"Put this on, tree!"

Captain Nakamura, who was about to leave, took off the captain's cuff on his arm and put it on Fujii's arm with his own hands. He could see that he was a little disappointed to leave early, but he still forced a smile.

"After I leave the field, you are the captain, and you have to take on the responsibility of the captain. I believe in you, and you can do better than me."

After speaking, Captain Nakamura turned around and left, returning to the bench, his back was a bit bleak.

(End of this chapter)