When He Ying scored, it wasn't just the La Masia players on the field who were shaken, but also Garcia, the technical director of the La Masia youth training camp on the sidelines, and... all the other spectators and scouts who supported La Masia.

For the scouts who had been following and observing the Chinese team's matches for several games, this goal wasn't surprising at all—with Zhou Yi and He Ying connecting, the Chinese team was capable of this, and this goal was the best proof of that.

Zhou Yi assisting He Ying to score had almost become a fixed scoring routine for the Chinese team.

However, for those scouts who had originally come to observe the performance of the La Masia players, this scene was too shocking.

Did the Chinese team actually have such talented players?

Just look at that series of feints and changes of direction He Ying used to break through Muneza and shoot. To make such movements while dribbling at high speed, and so fluently and freely, and then to calmly choose a chip shot when facing the goalkeeper... It really showcased He Ying's abilities completely.

In addition, that number sixteen in midfield also surprised them. They didn't know what number sixteen's name was, but number sixteen clearly shouldered a very important role in the Chinese team's midfield. If it weren't for number sixteen, this goal might not have happened at all.

After receiving the ball, he turned and quickly controlled it, then passed it decisively to number ten in front.

Ultimately, it allowed number ten to get past the opponent with only one defender to face, and then score successfully.

This decisiveness and control of the overall situation moved the professional scouts.

If they were ordinary fans, they might pay more attention to the goal scorer, but these professionals valued the importance of each individual.

He Ying was certainly outstanding, but Zhou Yi couldn't be ignored either.

"Who is that number sixteen?"

Some people had already begun to inquire in private.

Alan Powell sighed when he saw Zhou Yi complete another assist.

He didn't know if this performance would convince the club, but he would be somewhat unwilling if they really gave up on Zhou Yi. He also didn't know if the club would regret it in the future, saying something like, "We almost signed Zhou Yi."

If that day really came, he didn't know how the club's负责人 would explain why Arsenal only almost signed Zhou Yi, and didn't successfully sign him...

Tim Kist was both happy and worried about Zhou Yi's performance.

This performance would probably fall into the eyes of more scouts, like Arsenal. Maybe they would readjust their evaluation of Zhou Yi after this match, but what was even more frightening was...

Kist turned his gaze to the other side of the field, to the bench of La Masia's Youth B team, where he saw Garcia, the technical director of the La Masia football school. He recognized this man, who was quite famous in European football circles, even though he had been in Japan for a long time.

Just look at the shocked expression on Garcia's face... Kist didn't believe Garcia couldn't see Zhou Yi's importance. If Barcelona also entered this talent battle after the match, even if they, Borussia Dortmund, had already received Zhou Yi's promise in advance, Kist was still very worried.

He had had contact with East Asians and Chinese people, and some of them were indeed untrustworthy, went back on their word, and treated verbal promises like farts. He didn't know if Zhou Yi was also such a person...

La Masia's technical director Garcia, in addition to being shocked, suddenly asked Rudolf Borrell of the Youth B team beside him: "Last time... when they played against us, did that number sixteen play?"

Garcia was very busy every day, so it was impossible for him to remember a normal match from two months ago very clearly.

"No." Borrell thought carefully, then shook his head. Actually, he didn't remember very clearly either, but there was one thing he had a deep impression of—if this number sixteen had played that time, the Chinese team's midfield wouldn't have performed so poorly, like a complete mess.

"No wonder..." Garcia nodded and murmured.

No wonder the Chinese team was able to score against us this time, no wonder that number ten player on the Chinese team performed a whole level higher than last time.

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After the match restarted, the angry La Masia Youth B team players launched a fierce offensive against the Chinese team's goal.

During this period, the Chinese team also retreated across the board. Apart from He Ying, even Zhang Tao returned to the edge of the penalty area to participate in the defense, using his physique and heading ability to help the team.

And He Ying stayed in front for only one purpose, and that was to counterattack.

In fact, he really did what Zhou Yi said, and went straight for Muneza whenever he had the ball. He took advantage of the fact that Muneza was worried about getting injured and didn't dare to give his all in defense.

This greatly reduced the Chinese team's defensive pressure—the La Masia side, thinking of He Ying's goal and the trouble he caused for Muneza, didn't dare to press forward across the board, and always had to leave someone behind.

For Barcelona, who emphasized overall advancement, if the defensive line didn't dare to press forward, their attack would definitely be affected.

In addition, the Chinese team's defense performed outstandingly this time. After bombarding the goal for more than ten minutes, the fully attacking La Masia Youth B team was shocked to discover... that they still hadn't scored!

It was already thirty-five minutes into the first half, and the score was still 1:0, with the Chinese team leading!

More and more people watching the match in the stands were surprised and incredulous—how could the La Masia youth team be behind against such a team that no one had ever heard of?

Was it that the La Masia youth team was performing poorly?

That wasn't right—after they fell behind, the La Masia Youth B team's attacks were actually of very high quality several times, and they also played out Barcelona's football philosophy.

If they had faced other opponents, they might have scored two goals already.

But this time, they hadn't scored a single goal.

The Chinese team had completely turtled up, impervious to water and needles.

Their goalkeeper was even more active, not only able to save the La Masia players' shots, but also constantly emitting all kinds of roars, just like a monkey.

And his roars made the La Masia players, who were already in a state of being behind, even more annoyed and anxious.

Although they couldn't understand what that person was shouting, they could still guess some of it from his expressions and actions.

For example, after the La Masia side shot the ball high or wide, he would clap his hands happily and shout loudly. They couldn't understand it, but they guessed it was something similar to "Good shot."

And after their shots were saved by him, he would show off his muscles to show off his abilities.

To run into such a noisy opponent in a match... it was simply annoying.

In fact, sometimes the Chinese team's teammates also found Sun Pan a little annoying... It was one thing for this guy to be talkative off the field, but he also talked a lot on the field, with all kinds of strange cries and roars, making the defenders closest to him feel like there was a trash-talking radio behind them.

But they didn't feel that way in this match.

Especially when La Masia missed a shot, and they heard Sun Pan let out a long cry: "Shot it into the sky—yige!"

It was really as satisfying as it could be...

Because, we can laugh at them too!

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As the first half was about to end, the La Masia Youth B team launched a very fierce offensive, the intensity of which may have exceeded all previous attacks.

First, Christian Ceballos, a forward who had trained alone with Ronaldinho at the age of fourteen and was highly admired by Ronaldinho as the "New Ronaldinho," played a one-two with teammate Sergi Roberto in front of the penalty area.

At that time, he suddenly dribbled the ball forward from midfield, then passed the ball to Roberto, who flicked the ball with his heel at the corner of the penalty area, knocking the ball into Ceballos's path.

Although Li Linyuan blocked it with his foot, he only brushed it slightly, and the ball still fell to Ceballos's feet. Ceballos dribbled the ball into the penalty area, and Li Linyuan quickly turned around to chase back, but he had already been left behind.

Sun Pan shouted, "I'm coming!"

And rushed out of the goal to block the opponent's shooting angle.

Ceballos shot low, and Sun Pan dived and blocked the ball.

But the ball didn't fly out of the baseline, but landed in the central position in front of the goal!

In front of the goal was Adria Carmona, a La Masia midfielder who had just helped Spain win the European U17 Youth Football Championship this summer as a core player. Facing the flying ball, he directly volleyed with the inside of his left foot!

Although Sun Pan immediately got up from the ground and rushed back, he was obviously unable to stop the ball...

Seeing that the ball was about to fly into the goal, Guo Nu, who had returned to the vicinity of the goal line, kicked the ball out with his thigh!

Causing the cheers from the sidelines to fall down just as they had just sounded.

But La Masia's attack had not ended.

The ball hit Guo Nu's leg at an angle, and rotated in the air, drawing an arc that flew straight towards Ceballos!

Ceballos, who had completed the shot, was still regretting that his shot hadn't gone directly in, when he saw the ball flying back again. God had actually given him a chance to make up for this regret!

This time, he absolutely couldn't let it go!

He jumped high and headed the ball!

Sun Pan, who was still unable to recover, turned with the ball, and saw the scene of Ceballos heading the ball... Good Sun Pan, he was kneeling on the ground and just like there were springs installed under his knees, he rose from the ground, stretched out his long arms, and knocked the ball flying towards the goal out!

This time, the ball flew directly out of the baseline, without giving any of the La Masia players a chance to make up for the shot.

Ceballos held his head in his hands, looking incredulously at Sun Pan, who had fallen back to the ground.

It wasn't just him who was incredulous, but also Carmona, who had his shot blocked in the middle.

And the Chinese team players excitedly pounced on Sun Pan and gave him a hug.

Others pulled Guo Nu up and gave him a big hug: "Good job, Lao Guo!"

They also called Guo Nu that way, following Zhou Yi.

Regardless of what they thought of Guo Nu before, after so many matches, in the last match against a powerful enemy, they finally abandoned their past grievances and really united like a team, fighting side by side.

Zhou Yi also excitedly rushed back, gave Sun Pan a hug, and shouted at him: "Panpan! Panpan!"

The excited Sun Pan suddenly felt a change in style when he heard this shout: "What the hell is Panpan?"

"Panpan anti-theft door! Panpan comes home, live and work in peace! Haven't you seen the advertisement?"

"..." Sun Pan rolled his eyes.

He was obviously such a tall and mighty goalkeeper, but after being said that by Zhou Yi, all he could think of was that cartoon panda with dark circles under its eyes. He really couldn't be mighty anymore...

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ps, that Sergi Roberto is the Barcelona player who performed well in the most recent El Clasico~!