Seeing Jiang Xinwei so unruly, his side rushed over to grab the ball as soon as he served, and the blue-clothed player who controlled the ball glared at him very dissatisfied, and then kicked the ball to the back of the opposite side of his court: Hmph, do you want to speed up the pace of play?

The soccer ball flew up with a thud, flying high over everyone's heads and heading straight for the opposite rear sideline—

All the players cleverly stopped and spent their time watching the flying football.

Because the ball was kicked so hard, it flew high and fast. Players on both sides judged that even if the ball did not fly directly off the field, it would bounce off the field after landing, completely losing the meaning of chasing.

Seeing that the players in the first workshop did not chase, the players of the comprehensive team naturally did not move: when the ball went out of bounds, the right to serve was on their side, so why chase it?

However, Jiang Xinwei was not included among the smart players, and he did not get angry with the player just now and continued to chase after him.

Like an arrow off the string, he turned around and chased the trajectory of the football flight, and like a gust of wind, swept across the right side and rushed forward along the sideline!

In Jiang Xinwei's view, the reason why Chinese football cannot break out of Asia is that there are too many smart players and coaches, and how to treat the stakes as better in each game. If you don't run, how can you score?

He calmed down more and more, and ran with all his might.

"This kind of ball is still chasing?!" everyone who saw this scene thought it was incredible.

The player in blue smiled happily and looked at him sarcastically: You can get the serve without running, aren't you embarrassing yourself by running so wildly? If you touch the ball and don't control it well, you will lose the serve. You're such a idiot.

However, there are also many people who marvel at Jiang Xinwei's running speed: this kid is running so fast, just like a 100-meter race.

After a few seconds, the faces of some of the blue-clad players began to become solemn: Jiang Xinwei actually chased to a place parallel to their last defender!

"Oh my God!" someone exclaimed, watching the white lightning on the grass and the elves in the air approaching rapidly.

The first to be anxious is the goalkeeper of the blue team. He shouted loudly, "What are you still stunned about——!?

The players who were still laughing at Jiang Xinwei for being stupid shouted and rushed towards Jiang Xinwei one by one.

The members of the comprehensive team were still skeptical, hesitating whether to step forward: "Is it really possible for him to get this ball?"

The players of the blue-coated team ran more and more embarrassed, because Jiang Xinwei ran too fast, and they couldn't catch up at all.

When the football hit the ground, Jiang Xinwei had already run to it.

He can really get this ball!

He made a sharp stop, judged the trajectory of the ball, and calmly stretched out his right leg as the ball bounced off the ground and crashed into the air and then fell. As the ball fell, he poked forward lightly—

The toe collides with the soccer ball in the air, and the soccer ball instantly changes its flight trajectory and flies towards the opponent's goal.

The goalkeeper of the blue team suddenly became panicked, and rushed over in a hurry, trying to snatch the ball from Jiang Xinwei's feet.

The goalkeeper moved fast, but the speed of the football was even faster, and he saw the football fly behind him with a snort-

The football field was silent, and the goalkeeper fell to the ground with his legs limp.

"Tom!" the ball collided with the goalpost with a muffled sound, and the ball bounced quickly.

"Alas—" Countless voices of regret rang out.

Jiang Xinwei was not disappointed at all, but started quickly, stepped up in a few steps, and a fish jumped up, and his head just caught up with the flying football.

Just like the fat director Wang just now, the speeding football was folded back by Jiang Xinwei's head.

The goalkeeper, who had just struggled to get up from the ground, was once again weak in his legs, and when he saw the ball in the net and fly to the bottom of the net, he was relieved and stopped struggling to get up.

Three to three!

There was a dead silence in the audience.

The coaches on both sides looked at Jiang Xinwei even more strangely, their eyes kept turning, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Su Mingming, who pushed Jiang Xinwei onto the field, was also pondering, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

After the restart, the blue team played very carefully, protecting the ball with short balls and occasionally penetrating the white team's goal, but flinching at the first sign of danger.

Jiang Xinwei is still running tirelessly, not only running with the ball, but also chasing the ball wherever it goes.

With the cooperation of his teammates, when the opponent retreated without scoring a goal in a corner kick, Jiang Xinwei won the football again with speed and endurance.

Because the ball was obtained near the touchline, less than half a meter from the white sideline, and the three opposing players had already rushed over, he had to pass the ball out of the way. I saw him lean on his right foot dexterously, stop the football, rub his left foot, and the football crossed the grass and landed accurately at the feet of the player in the No. 23 white jersey.

But as soon as the ball flew up, he raised his hand and shouted, "Pass it to me!"

"Stop him! Stop him! Don't tell him to enter the penalty area!" The coach of the blue-clad team was anxious, and hurriedly shouted, directing a few players who seemed to have some physical strength to surround him.

The coach of the comprehensive team also shouted excitedly: "Press up, press up, tear up their defense!"

The fat director Wang actually still has the strength, although at this time he is like a broken car that falls apart at any time, but he gritted his teeth and walked forward, panting and shouting: "Rush up!

He didn't pay attention to the language in his words at all, and the others didn't pay attention either, and everyone gritted their teeth one by one.

Seeing that the opponent's morale was like a rainbow, the blue-clothed coach hurriedly shouted: "Don't stare at the ball! Don't stare at the ball! Stare at him! Just stare at boy No. 17!"

The No. 23 white jersey player stabbed the ball in front of Jiang Xinwei, and the ball rolled towards No. 17 Jiang Xinwei.

Because of two goals and an assist, Jiang Xinwei's prestige in the white-coated team has risen invisibly. He motioned for the ball, and someone else gave it to him.

Under the close stare of the opponent, Jiang Xinwei swayed right and right in their crowd, and although he was finally tackled by the opponent with his foot, he still kicked the ball and kicked it to his own players who were running towards the opponent's half not far away.

Seeing Jiang Xinwei get up from the grass unhappily and sadly, the blue-clothed player who shoveled him almost didn't believe his eyes: "Is this kid a fool, don't you know that I shoveled him on purpose?"

Not only was he surprised, but even the referee who ran over to blow the whistle to give the shoveler a foul was also surprised, so he simply stopped blowing the whistle.

Jiang Xinwei continued to run forward with his efforts, and at the same time raised his hand to signal the player holding the ball to kick it back immediately.

Soon, the player with the ball kicked the ball hard at him.