number one striker

Chapter 22
Caesar came on the stage and replaced the big cross. At the critical moment, Uke still left more trust to the veteran Toberg.Gross Kreutz looked a little sullen, and Uke patted him on the shoulder: "You did a good job, let's leave it to the teammates."

"Who is this?" St. Pauli coach Hogel Stanislavski frowned and looked over. Where did this arrogant-looking blond boy come from?

"Well, his name is Ludwig Kaiser (Ludwig·Kaiser). He was selected from U19 two days ago." Assistant coach Andre Trulsen (Andre Trulsen) quickly flipped through Kaiser's information.

"Really, tell everyone, control the ball and don't give that Caesar a chance to charge up."

Hogel effectively controlled Royce's range of motion in this game. Although he was fast, his body was thin. The new Caesar didn't look like a strong player, so he just needed to defend him in the same way as Royce.

However, Hogel soon realized how simple his idea was.

Jens Bammer unconsciously frowned when he saw Caesar appearing on stage.Uke's idea is very simple. St. Pauli still maintains a high desire to attack after scoring a goal. Let Caesar stand on the side, just to use his speed to overwhelm the opponent.

Royce also whispered to Tion, saying that if there is an opportunity, he should give it to Caesar as soon as possible.

But in this way, wouldn't everyone have to help that damned Caesar?
Even including yourself? !

Ballmer had never heard of the name before Kaiser came to the first team. It wasn't until he visited his cousin Green in the hospital that he knew that there was such a scum in the team.

Naturally, Green couldn't come up with anything good to say, except that Caesar called all the U19 members to deal with his poor girlfriend.

Want me to help this kind of scum?

dream!

But football is an 11-man game, and Barmer's nonviolent disobedience didn't bother the others.Soon, Tion cut off the opponent's two consecutive backheel passes, and then gave it to Royce who retreated.

The first few minutes after Caesar came on the court, he was a bit confused. The feeling off the court was completely different from that on the court.

Off the court, you can watch the game from the perspective of a bystander, and all the shouting, booing, and confrontation have nothing to do with you.

However, once he appeared on the field, the tension of being on the road, the boos of the opponent's fans and the eyes of the opponents around him made Caesar a little out of breath.

Damn, is this the professional arena? !

He tugged at his collar vigorously to avoid being lifted down due to lack of oxygen to the brain just as he came up.

"What is this kid doing?" St. Pauli's defender looked at Caesar, who was sleepwalking. His position was too high, and even if he could pass it, it would be an offside ball.

"Luther! Don't be nervous, this is only your first game, relax." Lars Toberg saw something wrong with Caesar, came over and slapped him.

This is the role of a veteran. If he is a grand cross, he may say "must win" and "strive for goals" instead of telling Caesar to calm him down.

"Come on, take a deep breath and move your body." Lars patted Caesar on the back.

Uke's arrangement played a role at this time. Caesar slowly adjusted his breathing, and his deep eyes gradually gathered confidence in victory.

clam down!

This is just a Bundesliga game!

calm down!

Caesar patted his cheek vigorously, and the confident face left to Uke just now returned.

good!What to do next?

Caesar moved his steps and began to observe the positions of the opposing players.

Obviously, they are still somewhat defensive about themselves.

Because both Royce and Caesar tend to attack from the left, St. Pauli has gathered a large number of troops here, which seems a bit paralyzed.

Even if you all squeeze over, I will crush you.

After all, my 95 dual-speed exists to open the door to victory.

St. Pauli's offense played very easily, and they began to play tricks.This is rare in Bundesliga games, which aroused bursts of cheers from the fans.

The St. Pauli fans at the scene hammered and beat the drums, and the rhythm of the drums accompanied their offense, wave after wave.

But soon, they knew how to write the words "Extreme joy begets sorrow".

Tion has sharp eyesight and quick feet, and thanks to the strength of the opponent's heel knocking the ball, he barely broke it.

Royce received the captain's pass and immediately turned around to look for Caesar.

Uke's eyes lit up. Isn't this the kind of opportunity that Red and White Allen has been waiting for?

The defender standing on St. Pauli's right flank was the tall Ralph Gunesch, with broad shoulders and a ferocious face, and Kaiser stood in front of him like a child.

After Tion stole the ball, Caesar quickly settled down. At this moment, St. Pauli's defense line was a little empty, and they pressed too high for the attack.

It's now!

Royce did not make adjustments, and quickly rubbed a curve ball with the outside of his instep.The ball circled over Ralph's head, landed on the ground, accelerated and rolled towards the sideline due to the spin.

Hogel looked at the ball flying towards him with disdain. The pass was over the top, but in order to bypass the tall Ralph Gunesch, he had to increase the intensity of the pass.

But in this way, can your Caesar still catch the ball?

Caesar's answer is yes.

"My God! What's that?!" Jimmy Kohler's eyes widened, and he looked in disbelief at the figure rushing towards the St. Pauli bench like a red lightning bolt. The white fat man Hammit also rubbed his eyes. Who is this guy? !

Uke pursed his lips tightly until Caesar managed to get the ball back before it went out of bounds before he yelled, "Come on! Luther!!"

Ralph quickly turned around and chased back. His prediction made a major mistake. Who would have thought that the ball would be chased back by him.

Look at me!
Caesar controlled the ball under his feet, and because of catching the ball, his speed dropped a little.Although Ralph was tall, he was not slow.Seeing that he was about to catch up with Caesar, he stretched out his hand to hold his opponent.

As a result, the hand stretched out and was empty.

Caesar accelerated again, like a nimble loach getting out of his hand, and then rushed towards the opponent's penalty area.

The Kugel bar suddenly became crowded, because everyone stood up, holding beer glasses, and staring at the Mercedes-Benz Caesar on the TV screen.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Kugel stopped wiping the cup and kept muttering to himself.

Sarah's lovely eyes widened, and the only red figure in the camera was Caesar at the moment.

Rush!
rush in!
Destroy all those who try to stop me!

"Leave the ball!" The St. Pauli defender took the risk of making a lateral tackle, trying to use his body to completely block Caesar's way forward.

Right angle prosthetics!

The skill Caesar chose played a huge role at this moment. He almost twisted his body obliquely by 45°, dodging the opponent's interception.

"Hit!"

"good chance!"

"Shoot!"

Everyone on the bench clenched their fists, and the big cross wrapped his head with a towel, just like ET in the movie: "Luther!"

"Go!"

Caesar exerted strength with his right foot, and his calf lashed the ball like a whip.

The cut-in shot arced beautifully, bypassing all of St Pauli's defense and the desperate fingers of their goalkeeper, and flew into the goal.

(End of this chapter)