"Shhhh

Ye Yuhu took the penalty, and the ball went in, 1 to 0!

Liao Xuebing almost wanted to throw a flying knife, shouting and jumping on the sidelines: "You bunch of rice buckets! Eat garbage with your asshole! Is it good to use dim sum? You lost the ball in the first five minutes, do you want to be crippled for life?"

Li Qian was a little aggrieved, he couldn't let go of his hands and feet because of Brother Bing's words in advance, and in the face of a group of students whose milk hair had not fallen off, he was somewhat overbearing. Forced by Brother Bing's obscenity, he didn't dare to say more, so he silently ran back to his position and stood up.

The students raised their eyebrows, shouted at Lao Liao, took off their coats and waved, and shouted long live. The Black Super League players were disgraced and did not dare to look up one by one. Ye Yuhu was more thoughtful, observed Liao Xuebing's behavior coldly, and secretly thought: "Teacher Liao said that he invited it, and it should be his friends, but how could he scold them so bloody? The most important thing is that those people don't dare to talk back, it's really weird." ”

Li Qian and the others are contradictory in their hearts, they want to "reasonably" collide, these young men are afraid that they won't be able to stand it, they want to play tricks, they just got a threat from Brother Bing, most people are frightened, not in the state, the most important thing is that Brother Bing watches, in case of mistakes, it is strange that they are not killed. And they couldn't decide whether Brother Bing wanted a big victory to humiliate his students or a small victory to motivate them.

If you play according to the normal situation, this rabble of students can be easily won by spending at most 20% of their strength.

After all, the Black Super League players don't have such a good temper, and the No. 10 Fang Lijia was tackled twice during the attack, and he couldn't open the situation for a long time, and the anger became more and more vigorous.

Liao Xuebing said that he was the coach, but he didn't understand anything, he scolded when he saw the loss, and smiled when he saw the situation improve.

Murong Lanluo followed beside him, laughing and scolding with him.

"Seven! Why are you so slow to react!"

In fact, the situation that No. 7 saw in the stadium was much clearer than Liao Xuebing, and the position he was in not only could not fight, but also destroyed the offensive line of his teammates.

"Four, why don't you hurry up and break through!"

No. 4 walked forward with the ball, encountered outflanking, and wanted to pass the ball, but Lao Liao was a blind conductor again.

"Li Qian, why are you still standing stupidly, rushing up to grab the ball!"

Li Qian's position is very important, forming a solid defensive line with several other players, firmly guarding the impact of Ye Yuhu and others, grabbing the ball and others doing it for him, listening to Lao Liao's indiscriminate shouting, he couldn't bear it anymore, and called a substitute player to substitute himself off the field. This is not a regular game, Li Qian came down after signaling to the referee.

"Li Qian! Why did you end up without permission! How can you use dim sum when human life is at stake!" Liao Xuebing pretended to roll up his sleeves and walked towards him.

"Bing, Brother Bing......" Li Qian tried hard to recall how to speak euphemistically, regretting that he had studied too little and didn't understand the language of Wen Crepe, and said with a sneer: "Brother Bing, it's actually like this...... I...... I ......" He muttered for a long time and didn't finish his words, only to see Liao Xuebing's face smile getting stronger and stronger, and finally made up his mind and said loudly: "I, I found out that Brother Bing, you don't understand football!"

"Oh?" Liao Xuebing looked at Li Qian directly, seeing that his vest was in cold sweat, he scratched his head and laughed: "Haha, let you see it." In this way, you can break down the situation on the field for me, and everyone will make progress together!"

Li Qian's heart fell on the boulder, exhaled a long breath, and said secretly: "******, it's really difficult to say a word." After calming down and not being so nervous, he pointed to the players running on the field and analyzed what was the 442 formation, what was the 351 formation, and what formation should be used in the face of what kind of opponent. Or decide what formation to set according to the ability of your own team forwards and defenders.

Then explain the offside rules, the awareness of running, the importance of midfield control, how to pass, how to judge the opponent's intentions, and when to tackle people without letting the referee blow the whistle. He stammered and didn't mean anything, but Liao Xuebing was very clever, but he could understand it, and slowly put away his contempt.

"You see, the number 10 in your class has passed through the midfield, and then look, we have two players going up to defend and forming a flanking momentum, in this case, I don't have to go up to the position I just stood on, otherwise it is easy to be exploited. ”

Liao Xuebing nodded again and again.

"You see, sure enough, No. 10 forced the ball back and destroyed one of their attacks, Kong Zesi started to start, taking advantage of their pass, and grabbed the ball. Kong Zesi is the number eight midfielder, and he is very fast. This time is equivalent to a defensive counterattack, you see, someone will answer immediately, football is a game with a lot of people, pay attention to coordination. Li Qian said happily and shouted at the field: "Kill them!"

Liao Xuebing gradually gained knowledge under his guidance, touched his chin and said, "I see why you are a little tied and don't dare to attack?"

Li Qian said with a smile: "Brother Bing, we are afraid that your students will be injured, so we only used one-tenth of our strength. ”

Seeing his students slamming into the black super team members, and the team members dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, Liao Xuebing suddenly realized: "I understand, these little rabbit cubs are too rampant, you extinguish their arrogance, it doesn't matter how many kicks you have, the important thing is not to let the referee judge." ”

Li Qian had been looking forward to this for a long time, and he was very excited when he heard it.

Fang Lijia, the striker of the Black Super League, just rushed into the penalty area with the ball, and the opponent came with a horizontal shovel, he couldn't dodge, hit his ankle, and fell heavily on the ground, just about to get angry, seeing Liao Xuebing on the side looking at it expressionlessly, he had to swallow his anger, wanting to find the referee to reason, but the referee didn't see it at all.

The second class of the second year shouted: "If you don't want to kick, go home, don't die!"

Fang Lijia had never played such a depressed ball in his life, and suddenly saw Li Qian quietly convey something to the players closest to the sidelines. These words quickly spread throughout the Black Super Team members, "Brother Bing said to give full play to your true strength and slaughter them!" added a sentence at the end: "Just let them suffer a little minor injury artistically, not too much." Fang Li's blood rushed to his head: "Yes, kill them!"

The fat man Lin Xiaoken didn't feel the pressure, he didn't feel anything, he was fighting for a header in the midfield, Kong Zesi suddenly jumped out, the two collided together, Lin Xiaoken's big body flew out several meters away, and he collapsed on the grass and chirped. Kong Zesi received the ball and immediately passed it to the striker. Cui Zheng looked for the referee to comment, and the referee gave him a roll of his eyes: "Reasonable collision, what are you excited about?"