A shrill whistle sounded throughout the audience. The referee raised his hand to signal that the first half of the game was over.

Around the small sports field, outside the iron fence, many people gathered. After all, a free football game, even if it is a football game at the level of playing tickets, is a good pastime for fans. Of course, this time it was not an ordinary ticket game, after all, each team had found foreign aid.

In the corner of the stadium there is a score shelf with the score clearly written on it. Thirty minutes into the first half, the score on the field was 3-5.

It's almost impossible for such a score to happen at a normal high level. If you can score five goals in 90 minutes, you can completely call it an adjective "crazy win". But in the lower divisions, such big scores are not unusual.

The players came down from the field dejectedly and gathered around Zhang Jiarong. Everyone could see that Captain Zhang's expression was really not very good-looking. His team was 3-5 behind on the field.

It was not so simple for him to find so many foreign aid this time. He found a total of seven professions, or professional level foreign helpers. You know, in fact, it is easy to find one or two foreign aids, but it takes a lot of effort to find seven or eight foreign aids, which is also a lot of effort for football enthusiasts like them. Seeing that his hard work was worthless, he could barely bear it, but seeing that old monkey actually making all kinds of mocking gestures towards this side from afar, he couldn't bear it.

"I'm inviting you to win, not to lose!" Zhang Jiarong shouted at his players. (To be clear, he himself knew that his level was not high, so he did not play). "Win, win, win, win, is it so hard to win?" his gaze fixed on Ma Hui. It's okay for the others, this one has put up enough shelves before, has taken enough benefits, and has said enough big things!

"Didn't you say that Lu Wu was easy to deal with?" he asked angrily.

Ma Hui bowed his head and did not speak. Yes, Lu Wu is not difficult to deal with. He's said something like that before. As many people know, those really strong teams don't stand up on a single star. Relying on a football star, even if it is a legendary football king, what use can you do? Whether it's in the front, midfield or back, it's easy to have multiple people working together to deal with one person.

Besides, although Lu Wu said that he won the one-on-one competition, in the final analysis, it was only the ability to fight in close combat. This is a basic skill in football, yes, Lu Wu's performance can only be called a solid basic skill. But the basics, although very important, are far from all. For a player, there is also a series of abilities such as physical strength, running speed, shooting, dribbling, and so on. It's not a big deal if something stands out. At the end of the day, football is a game of shots. If you can't break the goal, even if you really stick the ball to your feet, it's useless if someone else can't grab it. The previous tackle was not so much a deliberate decision as it was a brain-spur decision.

But this time, his big words really went too far.

The opponent's tactics are simple, attacking and defending all that have long been unused in modern games. Or more accurately described as a swarm of offense and a swarm of defense. The latter is nothing difficult to deal with, they already knew that Lu Wu was very capable in scrambling, so they decisively chose to avoid Lu Wu's defensive position. Thus tearing apart the opponent's defense again and again and pouring the ball into the opponent's goal.

But in the former, that is, in attack, the situation is different. The opponent passed the ball to Lu Wu as much as possible, used his strong passing ability to force a breakthrough all the way, and then kicked the ball into the goal.

The general idea of the two sides is that you score a goal, I return a goal. Ma Hui's side can't give full play to any advantages.

The whistle blew for the second half. Once again, the players rushed onto the pitch to the cheers of the crowd.

The second half was basically a replica of the first. Yes, their defense is very weak, and it is easy for Ma Hui's side to tear through the defense, but their attack is also sharp. Although Ma Hui's side is also a rabble that lacks cooperation, but in the end, there are seven professions (or the best among amateurs) on their side!

Another cheer was heard, and the opponent scored another goal. The score of the two sides was reduced to 4-7.

Ma Hui took a moment to look at Zhang Jiarong. The latter's face was as ugly as pot ash. He himself was a little puzzled. He's a professional footballer, that is, a guy who's really trained in all aspects and makes money by playing football. And he is facing an imbecile team that is exaggerated even when described as "amateur". The quality of the opposing players is really not complimentary: they always like to rush forward when they play, rather than any coordination. They always look down at the ball, never look around, let alone "have a wide field of vision", they don't even know what the field of vision is. They don't know what formations and tactics are, or maybe they know before the game, but they forget everything when they get into the game. Their fitness is also so poor that they can't even play a regular 90-minute game. In fact, not to mention the regular 90-minute game, even if they set their own 60-minute game, everyone couldn't run much in the second half, and even if they barely ran, they seemed weak. Their individual skills are also completely poor - breaking through with the ball, and it is not uncommon to lose the ball with it whenever they are interfered with.

Of course, all this is normal, and there is no way to do it. To put it bluntly, they are just a group of enthusiasts who are not professional at all. They don't have their own training ground (as mentioned earlier, it's shared by multiple teams at the moment), they don't have a fixed training time, and they don't have good logistics. Not to mention nutritionists, at the most exaggerated level, they don't even have a football coach – even the lowest level. They were just a captain (all wearing zero jerseys) and a group of players who were there to practice and play blindly. They are supported by nothing but a love of football.

In the face of a garbage team of this level, as a professional player, he should stand out from the crowd, even if he is ten. There shouldn't be a problem at all to win.

But now the opponent is relying on Lu Wu alone, and he is stunned to turn this game that should be dominated by him into such a clumsy, unaccomplished rookie peck: I score a goal, you return a goal. And because of the accumulation of mistakes, they are already three goals behind and are about to lose.

The frustration filled his heart with anxiety and anger. It's all the one named Lu Wu! As long as there is no him...... As long as there is no such thing as him......

Lu Wu got the ball again and broke through from the middle. An opponent was in the way, but Lu Wu made a classic pendulum pass, easily shook the roadblock, and in the blink of an eye, he had already passed through the midfield.

Ma Hui came through the diagonal stab, but he had missed the opportunity to get in the way. can only chase after Lu Wu's ass. Looking at the opponent's back with the ball tightly, he felt a wave of evil. Take advantage of this opportunity and make another tackle.

Just like the last time, it looked like a tackle, but the target was the human leg. But last time, he aimed at the stronger calves, this time he aimed at the most fragile ankle part of the human body. No one had ever been able to move normally after taking a blow from this position. It is also common to be left with a lifelong disability.

With one last flutter, his body rushed forward. At that moment, Lu Wu's ankle seemed to have touched. But in the last moment, Lu Wu somehow jumped up slightly, just right to avoid the kick he came from behind. Then, according to the law of gravity, when Lu Wu's body landed in the next moment, his heels were firm, carrying the weight of his whole body and the impact of falling, stepping on his ankles.

The sharp pain in his ankle caused him to let out a terrible scream.

This accident temporarily interrupted the game. The referee blew the whistle to stop, and then, a group of people carried Ma Hui, who was already unable to move, off the field. His ankle was already twisted and out of shape, and it was in terrible condition. Although they didn't have a team doctor, they were lucky enough to have a few doctors in the crowd. Finally, he was able to make a preliminary diagnosis and treatment. According to their speculation, Ma Hui's ankle sprain may even break. This level of injury is no longer something that can be solved by applying cold and hot compresses, let alone continuing the race, and with their cooperation, a car was called and sent to the hospital.

No one can blame Lu Wu. With so many pairs of eyes, you can see this unexpected process: Ma Hui suddenly tackled the ball behind him, but he didn't hit the tackle, and Lu Wu just stepped on it by mistake and injured the opponent accidentally. Obviously, he can only blame himself for this incident, or maybe it's just a common accident on the pitch - although it is said that it is the team that plays the ticket, but there are always similar accidents.

The accident halted the game for about six or seven minutes, and that was it. In the next game, Zhang Jiarong came up with another person. But as everyone can see, this substitution has no chance of reversing the decline. At the end of the 60 minutes, when the referee blew the whistle, the score was fixed at 6-9.

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In the evening, in the box of XX Hotel, there was a lively scene.

It was a celebratory feast.

Lao Sun, or Captain Sun Guiri, blushed and toasted everyone. You know, if you're a professional footballer, it's common sense to stay away from alcohol. Especially on the eve of the game, it is a scandal for players to drink alcohol. In fact, not to mention drinking, even if you eat something inappropriate, the nutritionist in the team will be strict. But for these amateur players, they don't have a concept of that at all, and there is simply no one to stop them from cheering and celebrating today's victory.

They won two games today. According to the schedule, they have left the scope of the "lower bracket" and entered the "upper bracket". In other words, six days a week, they can already choose between the best three days, the so-called Saturday, Friday, and Wednesday. Of course, if you want to win the best Saturday as training time, you need to win two games tomorrow. And both games have to be won.

A win is a win, and even if it's a game without any prize money, a win can be a joy and excitement.

By the time the toast arrived at Lu Wu, Lao Sun was already seven points drunk. He poured a full cup and saluted it in front of Lu Wu. "Brother Lu, this time you are really hard working!" he also came up with a strong drink. "Brother, my Mercedes-Benz car, please leave it to you?"

Although they have only been together for so many days, Lao Sun is a self-acquaintance (as a store owner, this is normal), and he has already called him a brother in front of Lu Wu.

"Mercedes-Benz?" was repeated by someone on the side, and more than one person heard the word a little strange.

"Yes, Mercedes Benz. Mr. Zhang made a bet with me about his car that if we win tomorrow, his car will lose to me!" he laughed. Sun Guigui has reason to be so proud, because judging by today's performance, his team is the strongest. You know, as the captain, his skills are really not flattering, but as a fan, he also has a little vision. Judging from today's team performance, the team surnamed Zhang can't be compared with their own side at all.

Of course, it's not that he doesn't know that his players have limited physical strength. In fact, although a game is only 60 minutes, the comparison of these two games today is almost at the limit. Everyone knows that tomorrow is almost impossible to run like today. But it doesn't matter, because the opponent is the same - Mr. Zhang's team has also experienced two fierce battles today, and the physical consumption is equally large. It's the same for everyone, so it's not a problem. The lack of energy will make the game itself dull and boring, but it will have little impact on the final victory.