However, when his foot touched the ball, Dong Yijun just used his strength, and the football flew out on its own. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Like a pair of invisible wings, the football flew out in front of Tong Jianjun, crossed a precise arc, and landed in front of Huang Siheng's feet who were in a daze in the front court.

"This?" Huang Siheng didn't expect the ball to reach his feet at all, and after a little hesitation, he was already targeted by Ying Gailan's Sao Nian.

Seeing the unkind eyes of those people, Huang Siheng kicked the ball and ran in that direction. He didn't know how to dribble the ball at all, and when he ran, the ball was quite far away from his body, and was quickly intercepted by Ying Gaylan's Sao Nian.

Dry!

Huang Siheng scolded secretly and chased after the young man who intercepted his ball.

Ying Gai Lan Saonian, who was wearing the No. 8 jersey, deliberately slowed down, waited for Huang Siheng to get closer, and then began to accelerate, always maintaining a position in front of Huang Siheng.

Huang Siheng naturally saw that the No. 8 player was teasing him, but he couldn't do anything about it. Even with the ball, the running speed of the No. 8 player is above Huang Siheng, and he can't catch up with him at all.

Hu Menghua, who ran over from the backcourt, gave Huang Siheng a look and signaled that he was ready to attack back and forth. Although Huang Siheng and Hu Menghua are opponents of each other, they also know each other quite well and immediately understood what Hu Menghua meant.

The distance is getting closer and closer, Hu Menghua's face is horizontal, lying down on his side is a sliding shovel, and Huang Siheng is also sliding out at the same time.

No. 8 Sao Nian did not panic, this non-threatening sliding shovel is simply a joke. With the football between his feet, No. 8 Sao Nian jumped up, dodged Hu Menghua's sliding toes, and walked away with the football.

He walked in style, but Hu Menghua and Huang Siheng couldn't hold their feet, and their sliding shovels finally collided together, sparking a spark of passion.

cough, the two immediately scolded each other, rubbed their feet, and stood up. Fortunately, the two were castrated at that time, and the impact was not very large, otherwise I was afraid that they would have been injured.

Dong Yijun looked at the No. 8 Sao Nian who rushed to the backfield, and sighed, how long has it been, and he has come over again. According to this attack frequency, after a ball game, I am afraid that I will have to receive seventy or eighty offensive balls to ensure that I do not lose the ball.

It's just that what happened before, I should have lost the ball, but I was suddenly pushed some distance and caught the ball. It's the same when you kick the ball out by yourself, and the flight trajectory shouldn't be like that.

Taking the time to glance at Tong Jianjun standing on the sidelines, Dong Yijun secretly thought, maybe as the teacher said, the goddess of victory is on our side.

After a little distraction, No. 8 Sao Nian had already shook off the eight defenders and rushed to the goal not far away.

Brothers, you also give some strength, how do you feel that this guy is as easy as coming to visit the kiln. You also have to pay money to visit the kiln, so you can more or less stop him!

Dong Yijun sighed, but his eyes were fixed on the movement of the ball, and his body was ready to pounce at any time.

"St. Pandra's No. 8 is going to the meeting alone, the situation looks very serious, will our goalkeeper be able to play to the strength of the previous moment and save the ball again?" the commentator interjected from time to time.

No. 8 Sao Nian ran forward, raised his left foot and made a shooting pose.

Dong Yijun learned from his previous experience, and in order not to be so bad, he predicted the direction of the ball and pounced directly to the right.

But it was just a false shot, and the No. 8 Sao Nian showed a smile that had succeeded in his plan, put down his left foot, took a step forward, kicked his right foot, and the football flew towards the left side of the goal.

At this moment, Dong Yijun was in mid-air, and he had no ability to remedy in another direction, so he could only watch the ball fly in the other direction.

"Oh no! Our goalkeeper misjudged, does the ball have to ...... The ball missed! The ball from the number eight shot off the field!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, the commentator came again to brush up on a wave of presence.

Dong Yijun stood up from the grass and silently went to pick up the ball. He really believes now that the goddess of victory is on his side, and maybe he will add a goddess of luck.

Thinking of the previous mistake of kicking off, although it seemed that he had made a wonderful pass by mistake, Dong Yijun didn't dare to bet that he would be so lucky next time.

Sweeping the positions of his own members, Dong Yijun shot flat and kicked the ball to his friend Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing saw that Dong Yijun glanced at him, so he was ready, and as soon as he received the ball, he sprinted wildly towards the opposite side, striving to take the ball farther away.

No. 8 Sao Nian, and No. 5 Sao Nian, who had not left the backfield of Class 13, immediately chased after Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing knew that he would definitely not be able to outrun those two guys, so he looked for his own players in the front and passed the ball to Huang Siheng in the midfield before the enemy players caught up.

Huang Siheng, who received the ball again, didn't have time to sigh, and immediately ran to the opponent's backcourt with the ball. The appearance of the failed slide with Hu Menghua just now, the squad leader must have seen it, he can't just leave that shame on the squad leader, he must win a goal and make a name for himself!

Thinking so in his heart, Huang Siheng felt as if he was burning, and even his running speed increased.

But the enemy's defenders are not dry, looking at Huang Siheng's arrival, the No. 9 defender with a height of 1.9 meters Sao Nian immediately rushed over.

The tall and strong figure, although there was only one person, also leaned over like a wall.

"Pass!"

Wang Huixiang, who sat in the first row during class, was not tall and baby-faced, and he didn't know when he ran into the depths of the enemy, even farther back than several defenders opposite.

Although he didn't know why those defenders didn't care about Wang Huixiang, Huang Siheng felt that this was a good opportunity, and after a little hesitation, he passed the ball to Wang Huixiang.

This chance to score is up to you!

Huang Siheng nodded towards Wang Huixiang and pinned his hopes on him to score.

Wang Huixiang also nodded at this Huang Siheng, and the goalkeeper and defender on the other side ignored him.

Is it because I am small that I am despised! But this is also an opportunity, and now let you know the cost of despising me!

With the psychology of being despised and angry, Wang Huixiang raised his feet.

Drip!

The referee blew the whistle, it wasn't Wang Huixiang who scored, he hasn't landed yet. The reason for blowing the whistle was that Wang Huixiang was offside......

Tong Jianjun covered his face, these guys are really ball blind! I guess I don't care about the rules when I usually play football, as long as I score a goal.

In front of the goal at St. Pendra's College, the referee awarded a free-kick, but alas, it was their own.