Rushing out of a group of red players was naturally Jiang Xinwei, who was wearing the No. 34 jersey.

Wang Kun was arranged by the coach of the Jintian University team to keep an eye on Jiang Xinwei, but now Jiang Xinwei has rushed out, and Wang Kun is still stunned in place.

Four thousand fans booed, but less than two hundred fans shouted: "Jiang Dongliang, come on!"

"Thirty-four, goal!"

"Kill them!"

The boos and wild shouts did not have any effect on Jiang Xinwei, and he ran as much as he could.

Soon he got the football, and at this time Huang Qinghai had just gotten up from the ground, and the defenders of the Jintian University team were already standing between him and the football.

If it weren't for Jiang Xinwei's high-speed insertion, this ball would have become a snack for the defenders of the Jintian University team.

The backline of the Jintian University team was collectively dumbfounded when they saw this scene, and their goalkeeper hurriedly attacked.

Seeing the goalkeeper rushing towards him, Jiang Xinwei paused slightly and flicked the ball to the left back.

The football quickly rolled towards Huang Qinghai, who had already stood up.

Huang Qinghai, who got up from the ground, thought that this attack would end like this. The ball will be acquired by the defenders of the Jintian University team, who will either relaunch the attack or be driven off the line by the defenders. Who knew that the ball was rolling towards him, and it was kicked by Jiang Xinwei, who had a grudge against him.

At this time, there was no one around him, and the defender who secretly dragged him down had already chased Jiang Xinwei's side, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly rushed up to the football.

Facing the rolling football, he picked up his right foot and kicked it hard-

Tong!

Faced with an almost empty goal, the veteran Huang Qinghai did not have any pressure at all.

The soccer ball flew almost straight into the goal.

Two to zero!

The oral liquid team is 2 to 0, and the lead is further increased!

Looking back at the soccer ball flying into the goal he was guarding, the goalkeeper of the Tsuten University team threw his head back and fell to the ground in pain. Captain Qin Xuewen grabbed his hair with both hands in annoyance.

The nearly 4,000 fans of the Jintian University team were dumbfounded: Nima, who is the fish belly troop? !

The bench of the oral liquid team was jubilant, and Ma Xiaojin and the assistant coach were also smiling from ear to ear.

Ma Xiaojin also breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably and looked at Jiang Xinwei with appreciation.

Huang Qinghai hesitated, but still did not express his gratitude to Jiang Xinwei. Without even looking at Jiang Xinwei, he ran towards his friends and accepted their congratulations.

Contrary to the mood of the oral liquid team, Jia Yaoguo, the head coach of the Jintian University team, was stunned, and his eyes looked at Jiang Xinwei deadly.

In his opinion, although these two goals were scored by Huang Qinghai, it was this kid who really played the biggest role in running around the field. If it weren't for him just now, their Jintian University team would have turned to a counterattack long ago, and even if they didn't counterattack, the ball would have been kicked out of the bottom line by the defenders.

"Could it be that in this game, we will be planted on such a rookie who only knows how to run blindly?" Jia Yaoguo was very unwilling.

Jia Yaoguo changed his tactics again, in addition to Wang Kun, he sent another player who was good at running to stare at Jiang Xinwei.

He ordered these two players to follow to the death, no matter where Jiang Xinwei ran, they would accompany him, resolutely not let that kid take the ball, and he couldn't let him sprint with the ball when he got the ball.

However, Jia Yaoguo obviously underestimated Jiang Xinwei's endurance and physical strength, and the two players were dragged by Jiang Xinwei without even holding on for five minutes - they couldn't outrun Jiang Xinwei's pervert at all.

In desperation, Jia Yaoguo had no choice but to resume and stick to his original style of play, which was to attack the opponent's goal, but he was already two goals behind anyway, so it was better to simply fight.

Under the command of Ma Xiaojin, the oral liquid team played a defensive counterattack, and the whole team let Jiang Xinwei cruise in the front court.

In fact, it's just running around.

As long as the oral liquid team gets the ball, they will give the ball to Jiang Xinwei, let him sprint with the ball, let him break through, and let him harass the goal of the Jintian University team.

Even if you can't score a goal, you have to make the Jintian University team dare not press on it and can't use all its strength in the attack.

The Jintian University team was extremely embarrassed by Ma Xiaojin's style of play, and the play was very awkward: the offense could not be attacked, and it was impossible to exert all its strength. You can't retreat because you're still two goals behind.

Later, Jia Yaoguo almost scolded Ma Xiaojin: "How do you arrange your tactics, can you be a scoundrel anymore? How can you play football like this, just put a shit-stirring stick to run around here? You have even been a fucking assistant coach of the national team, just like this, the national team will not be able to break out of Asia even after eight lifetimes!"

He doesn't know that if the national team really has the ability to make the opposing coach angry and scolding his mother, then our national team will be able to break out of Asia, or dominate the world.

Just when Jia Yaoguo was sulking, he saw a scene that surprised him - the football was kicked to the pitch by a player of the oral liquid team at will, and a blue figure followed behind the football!

"Why is this kid here again?" Jia Yaoguo's heart couldn't help but beat wildly, his body suddenly stood up from his seat, and waved his hand violently, only to feel his palm hit something, and then heard a scream......

He looked back and realized that he had inadvertently waved his hand and actually hit the assistant coach on the left cheek who was also nervous and looking.

When Jia Yaoguo was nervous about Jiang Xinwei rushing out to chase the football, Ma Xiaojin was also a little excited, he got up from his seat, walked quickly to the sidelines, and stared at Jiang Xinwei deadly.

At this time, Jiang Xinwei easily left the two Jintian University team defenders behind.

He kept running and accelerating, just like in a 200-meter sprint, not caring if there were opponents around him, let alone how many people were chasing behind him.

The ball landed in front of him, hit the ground, bounced up, smashed again, and then rolled forward quickly.

Jiang Xinwei's speed did not decrease, and the wind swept through the half of the Jintian University team, and then caught up with football!

With a slight touch, the football accelerated, and soon reached the front of the penalty area of the Jintian University team.

And one of the two defenders who was thrown off by Jiang Xinwei had given up and had to slow down, panting and jogging.

He can't keep up with Jiang Xinwei's speed at all, Jiang Xinwei's cadence is almost twice as fast as his, and his stride length is larger than his, and his speed is more than twice as fast as him, so how can he chase?

Although the other defender is still struggling to insist, it's not that he thinks he might catch up with Jiang Xinwei, it's really that he was stared at by the head coach, and he didn't dare to pause, just perfunctory to the head coach.

Jiang Xinwei raised his head and quickly looked at the goalkeeper and the goal in front of him while running, his eyes swept the four corners of the goal slightly, and he immediately had a plan in his heart.

Jiang Xinwei lowered his head, looked at the football rolling in front of his feet, and tapped the football with his toes, and the speed of the football rolling immediately decreased. He made two quick runs, stabilized his body, picked up his right leg, and kicked down again, his right foot straightened during the next kick, and the toe pointed downward, perpendicular to the ground, and then the instep of the foot was hard in the middle and upper part of the ball——!

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