Chapter 2: A Slap in the Head

"The old rules, you striker, I'm midfielder. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Xu Jia chewed gum and patted Zhong Chaorong on the shoulder and ordered.

"Good. ”

Since the first game of the second year of junior high school, Zhong Chaorong and Xu Jia have had a tacit understanding when they have been playing together for many years.

For the few guys in the class who made some inappropriate actions with excessive hormones, as the class leader, Xu Jia was a little dissatisfied. But it's come to this, whether it's for the fight that didn't work out, or for the honor of the class. This ball must be won by the Chinese class.

After all, he once won the second place in the city high school league, so Xu Jia was not as nervous as the other junior brothers in the class. Jumping with both feet in the air and doing a few stretching movements, and then looking at the 4-4-2 formation where his side has completely stood in position, Xu Jia only waited for the whistle to sound.

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"Whew....... Taking a deep breath, Meng Luofei slapped his professional football gloves on his palms with both hands, and let out a muffled sound.

Looking at the ten people in front of him, Meng Luofei was really a little apprehensive in his heart. Except for himself and Cen Long, who are both 1.8 meters tall, the others are some thin scholars. Meng Luofei, who usually has a certain understanding of football, knows that in terms of physical conditions alone, there is a considerable gap between his team and the Chinese team opposite.

"Whatever, let's play first! Let you see my basketball skills, and shoot a goalkeeper!" Monroofi cheered for himself, believing that his years of basketball career would be the foundation for success in his new goalkeeper career. Looking up, he saw that the referee raised his hand to him with a questioning meaning, and he quickly raised his hand to signal that he was ready.

"Toot ......"

A whistle blows, and the game officially begins!

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The spectators on both sides of the stadium began to collectively scream and cheer for the first time, and the crowds on the track outside the artificial turf and in the surrounding small stands began to turn their attention to the football field where the game had already begun.

Mo Shaojiang stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket, looked at the court again, and looked at the two Italian blue and Spanish red on the field, a smile flashed on the corner of his mouth. Freshman Cup, two years ago, I was a blockbuster in the first game of the Freshman Cup.

Lu Hu, who was sitting next to him, took off his headphones and also watched the situation on the field.

"Brother Jiang, how many do you think the Chinese class can win?"

As the vice president of the Z University Football Association, Lu Hu's biggest advantage is not his ability to play football, but his ability to discover newcomers and balance various emotions and forces in the team.

In last year's Freshman Cup, Lu Hu took his so-called scouting team, watched almost all the games, collected and sorted out a lot of data, and then selected seven players with more ability than other players, and six of these seven people are now members of the school team.

Last year, Lu Hu's almost legendary selection deeds made Mo Shaojiang, as the new president of the Football Association, also follow him with full interest this year to embark on a scouting journey to replenish fresh blood for the Football Association. Judging from the warm-up before the game, the two old sticks who have been on the football field for many years naturally see that the strength of the Chinese class should be completely above the English team.

But football doesn't just look at size and technique to see results.

"Not necessarily, I would like the English class to be a dark horse. Mo Shaojiang unscrewed the cap of the bottle and said while drinking water.

"You mean the centre-back, the physical condition is okay, but the technique is probably not enough to turn the tide. Lu Hu didn't care, he was still looking forward to the performance of No. 10 and No. 7 wearing Spanish jerseys.

Cen Long, who had just given a dangerous ball to the penalty area and drove it to the center circle with a big foot, naturally couldn't hear that there was someone in the stands who was judging him.

The real collision on the field in the past few minutes made Cen Long confirm that his side did have a relatively large gap with the opponent in terms of strength, although it was only a few minutes after the opening, he had already felt the horror of the opponent's No. 10.

He knows that his biggest advantage is his previous experience leading his teammates in various real matches, and the problem is that the opponent must have also looked like they have been dipped in various matches. Cen Long can even feel the sense of front-court pressure that only those school teams that have been training for a long time from the continuous instructions to the players of the Chinese class on the 10th, which requires the whole team to have a certain tacit understanding to produce a chemical reaction, the first time to intercept the opponent's ball line and time, so that the opponent is very embarrassed.

In addition to the ability to command his teammates, the next performance of the opponent's No. 10 made Cen Long a little surprised. This boy with a little freckles on his face was stunned and blew up the winger Ling Jing and defender Zhou Huanjun on the right side of his side, and knocked out his two defenders with a few simple changes of direction.

"It's too easy for people with no competition experience to take feints. Cen Long shook his head and thought to himself, and then hurriedly commanded Guo Chen, who was closest to the two of them, to hurry over to fill the position: "Guo Chen, don't get too close, don't eat feints!"

Guo Chen practiced sports when he was a child, but he practiced weightlifting, and his physical strength and weight were there, so Cen Long put him in a defensive back position, checked and made up for the defensive misposition of his teammates in the front court, and formed a moving barrier between the back line and the forward line.

Guo Chen is a little weak-hearted, so that he can feel a little floating when he runs, and the No. 10 opposite, with the ball, makes people feel a calm and calm temperament, this temperament should have experienced repeated breakthroughs, and painful grinding on the court again and again, so that his whole body exudes a sense of pride when facing his teammates.

Guo Chen knows that when a person is confident and calm when doing something, these all come from his own self-confidence, and self-confidence comes from his own strong strength. Because as far as Guo Chen himself is concerned, when he competes with his classmates to wrestle with each other, he himself will have such a temperament.

"The green field is not my field of expertise." However, the situation on the field changed very quickly, and Guo Chen didn't have time to think about it, so he made up for it on the right side of the penalty area in a few big steps, his legs were slightly bent, and his eyes were staring at the feet of No. 10 who was rushing towards him with the ball and the ball at his feet.

"Hell, I ran into this kind of tough guy in the first game!"

Cen Long thought like this, turned back to the other central defender Zhao Yong and left fullback Lai Kaixu and shouted: "Keep an eye on the person who plugs in the back!

Cen Long knew that the chance of No. 10 on the opposite side passing Guo Chen was too great. Looking at his dribbling sense and skills, let alone Guo Chen, it is not easy to defend alone, so he put his hope on the moment when the opponent passed Guo Chen, and he quickly made up for the defense.

Really!

No. 10, who was running with the ball at high speed, stepped on a bicycle against Guo Chen, pretended to cut to the inside of the penalty area with his upper body, and then gently flicked the ball to the bottom line, so he easily passed Guo Chen.

Guo Chen looked confused. In this early autumn sunshine, he felt very uncomfortable. What a shame!

After stabilizing his body, Guo Chen looked back, but he could only see the No. 10 printed on the opponent's back and the figure that was about to enter his own small forbidden area from the right side of the penalty area. Oops, Guo Chen thought to himself. Looking at it again, Cen Long behind him didn't know when he had already made up for it. Fortunately, Guo Chen suddenly felt hope again.

Cen Long was waiting for the opponent's No. 10, and at this time, the ball was pushed by the opponent, and it was closer to the bottom line. In this way, Cen Long's 1.8 meter block is placed there, and it is more difficult for the opponent to make moves whether he wants to pass or pass. With a small step, Cen Long brought himself closer to the other party.

But it was only for a moment, and an expression like Guo Chen flashed on Cen Long's face. Because after the No. 10 on the opposite side passed Guo Chen, he didn't pay much attention to Cen Long, who was blocked, and nudged with his left foot, and returned to the direction of the penalty spot at a distance of two meters from the bottom line.

Although Cen Long blocked the opponent's No. 10 to continue to dribble the ball to the small penalty area, he could not completely block the angle of the opponent's pass. I was shocked, and I quickly looked back.

Finished.

Cen Long watched the opposite No. 8 running to meet the incoming ball with an easy push.

Meng Luofei was already nervous when he passed his two teammates on the right side of the opponent's No. 10, and by the time Guo Chen was also passed, he had already moved to the near post on the right side and bent down to prepare to save the ball.

But suddenly there is a ball coming out of the turf near the baseline! Wait a minute, what about your teammates?

Meng Luofei looked desperately at the opposite No. 8 who was unmarked within three meters, and easily pushed with his right foot, hitting in the opposite direction.

The power of this shot is not large, but Meng Luofei felt that the goal of this football was really too big compared to the basket basket at this time!

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"Ah...... The ball is in!"

"Great! Zhong Chaorong, you are amazing!"

"Long live Chinese!"

The crowd of spectators in the Chinese class opened only seven minutes and immediately erupted into a burst of cheers that pierced the entire campus. It was so fast and so beautiful. On the edge of the court where the Chinese class cheerleaders are located, the girls are hugging together excitedly, and the boys are waving their fists and roaring!

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Ding Yue shrugged his shoulders and watched the whole process of this goal with a helpless mood near the middle circle, what kind of ball was played. Scratching his head, thinking to himself that these buddies are really too bad, a few simple passes, two people simply cooperate with an inverted triangle, and they score like this.

What a slap in the face.