A gust of wind blew, bringing a chill on this small court.

In front of Lu Wu was a player selected by the other party, surnamed Ma Minghui, tall, with a strong physique and strong limbs. Wearing the No. 1 jersey and having short hair, he looks a little older than Lu Wu. How to say it, it's like Sun's teammates don't look like athletes, this one looks like an athlete, the kind of professional.

Both teams have already gathered here. It should be noted that Zhang Jiarong's team has finished training at this time and is about to leave. And Sun's team is clearly far from over. According to the calculation of time, it can be speculated that Zhang Jiarong's team should have gathered here between two and three o'clock in the afternoon, and had been training for about two hours at this time. And Sun Guigui's team should have gathered around half past three, which was the earliest time that could be reached by slipping away from work in advance.

However, the scene of this competition seems a little weird.

Because the equipment of the two is very different.

In the final analysis, Ma Hui was wearing a jersey, stepping on sneakers, sweating all over his body, and he had already warmed up. On the contrary, Lu Wu was wearing very common jeans. Although these pants are also flexible, they are normal activities, and if they are playing football, they will more or less restrain the human body, which is far worse than the opponent's jersey. In addition, he has travel shoes on his feet, although it is said that his daily actions are very convenient, but they are not as good as the opponent's shoes on the court.

Although it was a competition between two people, both teams gathered and naturally divided into two groups and stood behind the two players.

There are no strict rules or referees for this kind of competition, just two people compete with each other to grab the ball, and try to control the ball at their feet. If you succeed again and again, you're a winner. On the contrary, if the ball is snatched away at the feet, or the ball cannot be grabbed at the feet of oneself, it is naturally a loser. Of course, if the two sides have possession of the ball for a similar amount of time, even if it is close to the level of four or six openings, it will be regarded as a tie by everyone. There will be no strict timekeeper to determine who wins and who loses. Of course, from another point of view, football is ultimately a team confrontation, and this kind of one-on-one heads-up is just a trail, and everyone doesn't really care about winning or losing.

"That guy looks a little bit good. A man beside Zhang Jiarong said quietly.

"I think he's normal, he doesn't look like an athlete at all. Zhang Jiarong was puzzled.

"No, if you are an ordinary person, you will be nervous when you are surrounded by such twenty or thirty people. If you look at his hands, they droop naturally, and he doesn't look nervous at all. He must have been surrounded like this all the time...... I now think he might be a real professional footballer. ”

"What's so strange about that? It's normal for a street vendor to be surrounded by a crowd of people. I don't think he can win anyway. Seeing that when he can't grab the ball, Sun Guigui's gang will probably be so frustrated that they won't even have fun training, right?"

He laughed. Although this was a test in the name of "competition", he didn't really care about how much level Lu Wu had, or how much strength Sun Guigui's team had. After all, he just wanted to see Sun Guigui's depressed face.

The competition soon began. Ma Hui kicked off first, and came over with the ball towards Lu Wu's side. I saw two people in close combat, and they were about to make contact in the blink of an eye. Ma Hui probably wanted to arouse the applause of the whole house, and actually came to the Marseille maneuver - when he was forced to a distance close enough from Lu Wu with the ball, he suddenly stepped on the ball with one foot and stopped the ball instantly. According to the usual situation, at the moment of Lu Wu's momentary hesitation, he will turn around to complete a 180° turn, and use the sole of his other foot to pull the ball back, so as to achieve a pass, and finally accelerate to move the ball forward.

It's a pity that Lu Wu's movements were faster than he expected. At the moment when Ma Hui stepped on the ball and stopped the ball, Lu Wu hooked the ball and directly hooked the ball away.

The ball went directly to Lu Wu's control.

Ma Hui was furious and immediately rushed forward again, trying to snatch the ball back. In this regard, he has gone through countless training and actual combat, even if it is not an exaggeration. But this time, he failed. The ball seemed to have a spirit, and it was gently picked and grazed right past his feet. Just when his attention was instinctively drawn to the ball, he had already flashed past him and completed the dribble pass.

Even Zhang Jiarong, who was on the side, noticed that something was wrong.

His attention had been taken away from his rival and turned to the two men on the field who were competing. After the ball was intercepted by Lu Wu, it never returned to Ma Hui's feet. If you look closely, you can't feel that Lu Wu has any outstanding skills, that is, his movements are a little faster than others. So every time Ma Hui felt that he would be able to stop it, the ball just grazed his leg.

One or two times can be considered a light enemy, five times six times or it can be considered unfamiliar with the opponent's technique, but ten times eight times...... It's not that simple.

"How can this be, isn't this guy professional?!" he asked softly. But I have to say that although the level of professional football in China is sparse, the difference between professional and amateur can still be seen. It can't be said that Ma Hui is too slow or has made any serious mistakes, in fact, his scramble is very ferocious, and proactive, his reaction is also remarkable, and his movements are quite flexible. However, his opponent is indeed that much better than him.

Just this line of difference, the ball just passed under his feet again and again. Except for one successful interception, which was apparently a blind cat encountering a dead mouse type, he couldn't get the ball at all. And even that time, he was immediately intercepted by Lu Wu in the next round.

Everyone can see that this person named Lu Wu is either also a professional or a master who is "hidden in the city".

But that's not surprising. To be honest, at the level of China's professional football game, it is not surprising to say that there are people in the private sector who are better at playing football than them.

"How many people did the old monkey find to come over?" asked Zhang Jiarong beside him.

"It seems like it's the only one. You see, there's his backpack over there...... He seems to be a newcomer to the hotel, too, and he hasn't even been to the hotel yet. And now this time is the limit, right? If you don't come, you probably won't be able to be a foreign aid, right?"

"Is there only one ......" A hint of cruelty flashed in Zhang Jiarong's eyes. "Make a code for Ma Hui!"

"Jiarong, what do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do...... Hum...... It's not that no matter how high your martial arts are, you're afraid of kitchen knives. No matter how good your ball skills are, you can knock them down with one kick!"

While speaking, Lu Wu once again successfully dribbled the ball. According to the unwritten rules of this contest, Lu Wu has already won this round, and Ma Hui can't chase after it. And Lu Wu will stop after running a short distance, turn around and face Ma Hui again. Both sides move on to the next round.

But this time, Ma Hui was obviously unwilling and tackled directly from behind.

There was a burst of low-pressure exclamations all around. Everyone knows that tackling is dangerous, arguably the most dangerous action in football. Amateur teams like them don't practice tackles at all, especially flying tackles. And in the actual game, this trick will never be used to intercept. After all, getting hurt isn't fun.

And this time the flying shovel was really unexpected, and the effect was amazing, not only intercepting the ball, but also knocking people down.

More than one person exclaimed.

Ma Hui was the first to get up, shouting sorry and coming up. He had a real sense of the kick just now, and it can be said that he kicked it right. This level of strength, coupled with Lu Wu's flying out at this speed, if not a fracture, at least a sprain.

Not to mention the level of fracture, even a minor sprain will take at least ten days to recover.

Of course, sprains are the best, even if it is the most serious, that is, a fracture, he does not have to be afraid. Anyway, accidental injuries in confrontational games such as football and basketball are common, and as long as you pay for medical expenses, there are no consequences. At most, I can only say that I was careless or something. He desperately said sorry words in his mouth, but secretly made a "done" gesture towards Zhang Jiarong.

Lu Wu pushed away the few people who came over to help him, and slowly got up from the ground.

For a moment, he looked like he was stumbling and seemed to be genuinely injured. But when he had fully stood up and walked a few steps, all doubts were gone. He seemed to be steady and powerful on his feet, and he was only knocked down by the tackle just now, and he didn't take any damage.

To be specific, the audience at this time is no longer just two teams. Just now they got together and attracted several other teams to come. Originally, today's training was almost over, everyone was ready to leave, and when they saw people gathered not far away, they naturally wanted to come over and see what was going on.

"Oh, this guy is very good. On the side, two men in a different color jersey watched the game. As mentioned earlier, amateur players will never make tackles. This alone shows that this man is definitely receiving formal training, not amateur crop control. And his scrambling movements just now are also very skillful, not like an amateur. Of course, from another aspect, Lu Wu, who can press such a "suspected professional" so that he can't grab the ball at all, is naturally at a higher level. "At this level, he is definitely a master. ”

"Hey, don't be ambitious, we're going to take the first place, Saturday is ours!"

"I'm afraid of hair. Football is not boxing, it's heads-up. No matter how powerful he is, no matter how awesome he is, there is only one person. The one who replied was dismissive. "Lao Sun's team is all lagging behind, what's the use of relying on one person? Even if he is full of iron, how many nails can he make?"