Chapter 3: Rush of Speed

The soccer field, which was rebuilt four years ago, covers a huge area, and in addition to a standard soccer field, there is a rubber track suitable for sports meetings and a few other simple small sports venues. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info Mo Shaojiang put the water bottle in his hand on the seat next to him, glanced at the big red in the center of the venue to celebrate, and then glanced at Lu Hu.

Lu Hu threw his eyebrows proudly and said, "I told you that these two boys have two brushes. ”

Mo Shaojiang nodded, admiring Lu Hu's vision more and more, it should be quite rewarding to follow this game today.

"The technique of the 10th is quite good, the key is his on-the-spot command ability. Mo Shaojiang frowned and thought for a while, and said affirmatively: "This kid must have played a game when he was in high school. ”

Lu Hu shook his head, it wasn't just as simple as having played a game. In order to make a campus football team take shape quickly, in addition to establishing the core of the team at the first time, the core players must be very accurate in judging and directing the situation on the field, and all of this depends on experience. Although the game was less than ten minutes into the game, Lu Hu had almost concluded that the No. 10 of the Chinese team could definitely have a place in the Football Association in the future.

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"It's beautiful, Brother Xu. Zhong Chaorong was so excited that his face bloomed, although this goal was almost effortless for him, but after all, it was the first goal of his college career. What's more, the audience watching the game on the sidelines is not known how many times more than the audience in the previous junior and senior high school games, who shows their faces in front of so many girls.

The Chinese boys also ran over and high-fived and hugged Zhong Chaorong in celebration.

Some people were happy and some were worried, and the English class suffered a heavy blow at the beginning, and they all shrugged their heads and slowly walked back to their positions, ready to kick off again.

Ding Yue couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't expect that this line of defense was more fragile than paper, but he was still calm.

In the previous life, from the high-spirited galloping green in the domestic second-tier league when he was a fledgling, to the infinite feeling when he retired from the Australian Super League due to injury at the age of 29, glory and setbacks intersected to make his career solid and full, and also made his mentality and character tempered and sublimated. Therefore, with regret and hope, Ding Yue decided to continue his football path in the second week after his rebirth, no matter how difficult it was.

Putting away the little bit of contempt for the enemy that he had carried before, Ding Yue's pupils shrank slightly, and he ran towards Cen Long, at this moment, the situation on the field has begun to develop in a very unfavorable direction for his team, so naturally he can't sit still.

"I'm going to play in the midfield, and there is more echo between the two of us, so that the brothers get the ball and pass it to me as much as possible, and I'll deal with it. There's plenty of time, and we still have a chance. ”

Cen Long bit his lip, stared at Ding Yue, and was silent for a few seconds before his body gradually straightened up again. After being scored, he was indeed a little hesitant, because he really didn't expect that the opponent's No. 10 would have such a perverted individual ability, and still have such a wide field of vision and enough calmness to pass such a beautiful ball in the high-speed running with the ball.

Nodding, Cen Long came to life like a thirsty traveler to an oasis: "Brothers, the game has just begun! We haven't lost this game yet!"

Hearing the roar of the captain of this side, the English team cheerleaders, who had been suppressed by a goal, seemed to have been called.

"Come on, come on!"

The cheers came and went, and the players in the field also clenched their fists. You must not be a coward in front of the girls.

At 10:40, the referee looked at his watch and blew the whistle for the start of the game again under the watchful eyes of the players and spectators on both sides.

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Luo Shanshan was one of the several girls who were verbally teased by several boys in the Chinese class that night, although the boys who were like punks in her eyes did not necessarily have the idea of insulting them in their hearts, but Luo Shanshan had already scolded them in her heart. After everyone shouted a few cheers, they were still very excited, and they couldn't help hugging their best friend Yan Fei, who had played since entering school, with their chin resting on her shoulder, and said depressedly: "I'm so angry, it seems that the handsome guys in our class can't help us avenge it." ”

Yan Fei also said with a gloomy face: "Yes, I'm so angry." I just ask the big brothers to give me some strength, who can teach these bastards in the Chinese class a hard lesson, I am willing to promise by example!"

"Hahahaha...... Yan Fei, you have to remember your words. A few girls around laughed and echoed the small trouble.

On the court, the English class had just finished kicking off, and a nervous and casual pass was broken by the No. 8 of the Chinese class. Nos. 10 and No. 8 of the Chinese class tried to repeat the trick, but Cen Long saw through a fierce snatch on the right side of the penalty area to cut off the ball. Then he looked up and observed the position of his teammates, transferred with one foot, and passed it accurately to Ding Yue, who ran back to the top of the arc of the penalty area.

Ding Yue's harmless appearance and cute baby-faced face made the girls in the English class discuss topics about him from time to time in private since the beginning of school. However, a boy like him should be sitting quietly in the library waiting to be accosted, Ding Yue, who plays football, seems to be a little out of line in the eyes of many girls.

Stopping the ball on the inside of his right foot, Ding Yue licked his lips, and the feeling of the ball at his feet was amazing.

With a glance out of the corner of his eye, he poked his toes, and the ball passed between the feet of No. 11 who pounced on the opponent, Ding Yue's body twisted, and flashed past the opponent who was not quite sure whether he had been passed, caught up with the ball in two steps, pulled the inside of his foot, and continued to move forward.

I'm going, no, I'm dazzled? Xu Jia thought in his heart, the kid who made a crotch piercing just now should be about 1.75 meters tall, and he looks like the thinnest one among the 22 people in the audience. But, that one just now...... It's very coquettish.

That's it! Cen Long shouted in his heart.

When the opponent's formation is pressed up across the board, it takes too much for someone to get rid of the first round of pressing and control the ball. Otherwise, the whole team will fall into a cycle of being forced to clear the siege with a big foot, and the opponent will get the ball and continue to besiege.

Ding Yue took two more steps, and two more red figures approached him, one left and one right. A gentle push with his right foot passed to Guo Chen, who was five meters away, and Ding Yue's foot made the ball run as close to the turf as possible, afraid that the ball would jump a little and increase Guo Chen's difficulty in catching the ball.

Guo Chen is a little on his right foot, and the ball is too comfortable to catch. But as soon as he received the ball, he saw the opponent's right winger running towards him. Guo Chen's confidence in his dribbling skills is not as confident as buying a lottery ticket to win five million, although the opponent's No. 7 is still several meters away from him, but he is already anxious to deal with the ball.

The opponent's core No. 10 player was still loudly instructing his teammates how to intercept the English class's take, but Ding Yue ran straight forward, accompanied by his thin body, looking like an antelope running near the center circle of the court.

"Pass it to me. ”

Although he felt that the official game was too far away from him, Ding Yue felt that as soon as he ran, he felt like playing football at the beginning...... And they all came back again. And it should be because of the 60% improvement of ability, Ding Yue can clearly feel the details that he couldn't feel when he played football before.

For example, now he doesn't raise his head, relying on the impression of a glance when he started two seconds ago, he can imagine what kind of situation he will be in after receiving the ball from Guo Chen.

Guo Chen was hesitating whether to make a big foot directly and drive it to No. 12 Wei Xudong, who was in front of him to the forward position, and when he heard Ding Yue shouting, he passed the ball over without hesitation.

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Lu Hu laughed, he didn't expect the weak team in his eyes to be able to play some tricks.

But immediately, Lu Hu and Mo Shaojiang couldn't help but stand up. Because it's not just as simple as two over one!

I saw the thin-looking boy on the field, looking at the direction of the incoming ball, first leaning on a red No. 18 who pounced on the defense, and with a slight let, the ball slid past the two of them, and the other red No. 14 who followed from the right may be secretly happy in his heart, because the ball is rolling towards him.

But the thin boy ran to the ball, stepped on the ball lightly, and then turned 180 degrees to pull the ball with one foot, and after touching the ball with the other foot, he pulled it back, turned around, and the red fourteen stretched out his foot to stop the ball and pounced!

"Damn! Marseille maneuver!"

Mo Shaojiang thinks that his skills are definitely the number one in the Z university, but he has not really used the Marseille maneuver on the court a few times, which requires a certain degree of confidence in his own skills, the right time to use it, and countless failed practices.

The teenager who wore the Italian No. 7 stopped and stopped in one go, and also performed a gorgeous Marseille maneuver. Football is not just about scoring goals to be appreciated and recognized.

"Beautiful!"

"Fantastic......"

The audience in the English class on the sidelines was set off a small high/tide by the two wonderful overlooks of this thin teenager.

There are four other men in front of the opponent, two central defenders, one right wing-back and one midfielder. However, because the Chinese team's No. 10 core repeatedly signaled their players to press, these four people are now near the center circle arc. Two of the central defenders and the midfielder who dragged behind formed a small triangle and surrounded Ding Yue. As for the number 12 striker on his side, several people didn't think about it at all, and at first glance he was a make-up player who hadn't touched the ball a few times.

Ding Yue also knew that he couldn't give the ball to No. 12 Wei Xudong, because he really couldn't play.

In the high-speed running, there were three people on the opposite side to grab it, if it was Ding Yue before, he would definitely park the ball, look back to see if there was a point where the ball was released, and then make a plan. But choosing, Ding Yue's mind flashed a clear route with the ball, there is a gap between the opponent's No. 5 and No. 6, as long as the speed is fast enough, they can pass through before they close the door and grab it.

The pitch is changing rapidly, and if you hesitate for half a second, you may not have a chance.

Playing football, in addition to trusting your teammates, you also have to believe in your own feelings, Ding Yue always remembers the words of his enlightenment coach, although the little old man did not beat him less, but this sentence is really reasonable.

After a quick trip, Ding Yue got closer to the three of them.

Mo Shaojiang was a little incomprehensible in the stands, according to the technical actions shown by the young man just now, he should not be stupid enough to take the ball and throw himself into the net.

But then, Mo Shaojiang was so surprised that he subconsciously clenched his fists.

Ding Yue poked his toes while running, and the ball passed through the gap between the two defenders of the opposing side, and then Ding Yue also flashed between the two, like three trains passing by, and the cheers of the spectators on the sidelines stopped abruptly.

And that's it? What's going on?

The three defenders of the Chinese class stopped their bodies in surprise, and then quickly chased back. But the thin boy who even made people feel a little pity ran so fast. Goalkeeper, it's up to you!

As the goalkeeper of the Chinese class, Lu Qi is actually reluctant to play this position, but he is a person who cares about the overall situation. Facing the opponent who strode towards him with the ball, he thought of the two words that he always saw these days, and then made a decision, attack!

After a few steps, he ran to the edge of the penalty area, squatted slightly, spread his hands, and gambled to see how the opponent shot.

'Smack......'

There was a muffled sound when the right foot made contact with the ball. Although Ding Yue is not 100% familiar with the control of this body, he feels stable as soon as he shoots out.

The ball is in!

The English girls on the sidelines hesitated for two seconds before they came back from their state of disbelief and began to babble and scream and hug. The remaining boys were even more shocked, and then they seemed to be resurrected, and at this moment, Ding Yue was the hero of the Chinese class!

Mo Shaojiang's left hand slapped Lu Hu's shoulder beside him, and his mouth was open for a long time, hell! His mind began to spin, has there ever been a similar goal on this field?