In the stands, there was a burst of cheers.

No one thought that Telecom, which was not dominant in the field, would be able to pull back a ride near the end of the first half. The score became 1 to 1, and in the absence of Li Heng, if Li Heng was not absent, then the game could really be expected.

Yan Tian's face was a little ugly, but he hid it well, that look disappeared in a flash, and he regained his calm and indifference again, although he was now caught up by the opponent, but they still occupied the advantage on the field, and they had an absolute advantage. And in his opinion, this kind of small trick can only be used once, and when it is used a second time, it will not be successful, as long as it continues to be played like this, victory will always come.

When he thought of this, Yan Tian's mood gradually calmed down.

In the remaining minutes, although Tumu still insisted on attacking actively, it did not gain much, and when the half was over, the final score was still 1-1.

The halftime whistle sounds.

A smile spread across Ling Yun's face, and the progress of things was far smoother than expected.

Swept the indifferent Yan Tian, the touch of provocation in the depths of his eyes, Ling Yun sighed, and then he will let you know, what is it to be happy, don't be too early, even if you have the chance to win, don't forget the possibility of the other party's Jedi reversal.

Because it was winter, it got dark early, and although it was just four o'clock, the sun was already slightly westerly and lower. The sunlight slanted in and dragged the shadows for a long, long time.

The football players on the field walked down from the football field step by step, and although forty-five minutes was not long, the continuous running was enough to make the players lose their strength.

However, it can be clearly seen from the scene and the state of the players. Telecom's physical strength is now much better than that of civil engineering. Especially Ling Yun, many people didn't even see a hint of exhaustion on his face. Of course, Yan Tian, who walked to the sidelines step by step, was solid and powerful, but the beads of sweat that kept flowing from his forehead showed the consumption of his physical strength.

In the stands, there was a lot of discussion.

"The score is 1-1, which is really unexpected." A boy said in surprise.

"It's a bit unexpected, but it can be seen from the scene that the civil engineering department still has the initiative in the audience. The defense is on the defence for a while, they can't defend the whole game, and if it goes on like this, unless there is a miracle, the winner will definitely be Tumu. Another person continued.

"Perhaps, Telecommunications will win?" It was a girl's voice, perhaps expecting a miracle.

"A small probability event, the probability of occurrence is equal to zero."

This voice obviously belongs to a master of statistics.

Although the score of the first half was tied at 1-1, the vast majority of people still believe that Civil Engineering will win. Of course, this is also human nature, no one would think that Telecom, who was suppressed by death in the first half and was lucky enough to get a chance, could turn over.

Ling Yun had already walked to the edge of the playground, standing in front of the three girls, slowly drinking the green tea handed over to eliminate the fatigue in his body.

Su Youxuan didn't come over today, maybe because he had already watched one a few days ago, and he wasn't too interested in this kind of game. Or maybe they're entangled in something and can't get over.

"Hey, how did you kick it?" An Shui stepped forward and patted Ling Yun on the shoulder, not caring about the distance between the two, "How can I look at it, you are being suppressed by the whole audience?" ”

An Shui didn't know much about football, and she didn't pay much attention to this aspect before. In fact, many things are an atmosphere and hobbies, she grew up and did not grow up in a football environment, of course, she didn't pay much attention to this.

When many people saw An Shui standing in front of Ling Yun, their eyes widened with envy, as if they wished that they had become Ling Yun directly.

On the field just now, there were still some sympathetic eyes on Ling Yun. In the eyes of these people, Ling Yun is undoubtedly weak, struggling to support, but there are not many opportunities. But now, it's completely turned into angry eyes. You must know that there are few girls in the Polytechnic University, and no one will be happy if there is a sudden appearance of a person occupying several positions

"Suppress the whole audience" Ling Yun removed the green tea from his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Grandma, if you can suppress them all over the field, I also think that it will be the first half, it will not be realistic at all." "It's not realistic for the first half, but in the second half, against a bunch of guys who have spent most of their energy, at least the game can be evenly matched. As long as the ball can be passed into the penalty area, Ling Yun is confident that it will cause a huge impact on the opponent's goal, even if it can't score, it will make them scramble and dare not attack with all their might, so that the pressure on the backfield will be greatly reduced. This allows the ball to concentrate more in the opponent's half. ,

This confidence comes from his speed, his strength and his extraordinary skill.

In fact, Ling Yun now feels that his skills will not fall behind even in the face of those big-name stars, because his soul perception and insight, as well as his sharpness in catching moments, are far beyond ordinary people, which determines that he is superior in skills. Of course, these are just his own ideas, and he hasn't really tried to compete with those big-name stars, and it's just on paper.

"It's always better in the second half." Ling Yun continued, although he didn't know how much physical strength the other party had, but the time of the half was estimated to be almost consumed. 、

Yan Tian in the distance drank water elegantly, and the expression on his face was indifferent, as if everything was under control. Although the offensive in the first half did not receive the desired effect, Tumu's powerful attacking ability has been fully displayed, and Telecom did not concede too many balls, and it was just a little luckier.

He didn't expect that in fact, sometimes, luck is also a demonstration of strength in the game, isn't it?

In the center of the stands, on the extremely conspicuous rostrum, Yang Yue was still talking alone on it, during the intermission. In school soccer games, there was no such thing as a show on TV, so halftime was a stage for her alone.

The time was fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the beginning of the second half.

"Come on" An Shui stretched out his right hand and placed it in front of his small chest that was constantly rising and falling with his breathing, and then shouted at Ling Yun.

He smiled and nodded, then handed over the unfinished green tea and turned to walk towards the court.

The two sides of the game replace half time.

On the stands, the originally listless students were only slightly lifted at this time. Shifting the focus and topic from other places to the field again, the second half is about to begin. Many people know that the real battle is at this time. The time has come to decide the winner.

Football is the world where miracles are born, and although civil engineering is sure to win, the audience still expects telecommunications to create miracles. How to say that Ling Yun is also a player who can use the ox's tail in this arena.

"Hey, what's wrong?" A girl in the stands exclaimed in surprise, her eyes revealing a hint of doubt.

"What's wrong?" The man next to him responded.

"How did their formation change?"

"The formation has changed? It's normal for football to change formations. ”

After finishing speaking, the boy next to him put his eyes below, and was suddenly stunned, the formation has changed so much, originally in his thoughts, even if the telecom is a change of formation, he should also play the 442 that he is more familiar with, and now it suddenly became 433 From the original weak offensive and heavy defense team, it suddenly became an offensive type, which seems to be a little too big.

Now, more people have begun to notice this change of formation in telecommunications. Strengthening the offense is equivalent to weakening their own defense, can they have the confidence to resist the powerful attack power of the earth, this thought suddenly popped into the minds of many people.

Yan Tian raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were slightly cold.

When the whistle blows, the second half of the game officially begins.

Five minutes later, the spectators in the stands were now stunned. The telecommunications of the three forwards actually equalized the civil engineering on the field, which couldn't help but surprise them a little.

You must know that in the game, Tumu's strong midfield ball control ability is obvious to all.

"Playing against civil engineering, even if it looks like it is now, it is useless, the key is persistence, I don't believe that Telecom will always be so strong."

"There is also the No. 1 of Telecom, who keeps running in the opponent's penalty area, which will only increase his physical load, and it won't be long before he runs out of energy."

A man whispered to the person next to him, and although he was a little surprised by the scene, he was still on the side of the civil engineering department.

At this time, Ling Yun was running wildly on the field, as if he was squandering his physical strength.

In the tenth minute of the second half, Ling Yun was still running, attracting the opponent's defense and opening up the gap at the same time. Therefore, Tumu did not dare to press on all fronts and participate in the attack.

If there are too few people left in the back, there is a high chance that something will go wrong.

At this point, the ball is at the feet of the red player and is again passed from the back to the midfield.

The three strikers have their own roles and have already occupied the opponent's frontline. The corners of Ling Yun's mouth curled slightly, creating opportunities without a chance, ten minutes of continuous running, the opportunity finally came.

Sure enough, because there were three strikers at this time, they were inserted into the frontcourt. The white-clothed civil engineering side had to give up the heavy defense against Ling Yun and change to a decentralized defense. ,

At this time, a long pass from the back field ran to the feet of striker Zhang Li on the left side.

Defenders on both sides quickly run up and go to press. Zhang Li, a person ran forward with the ball, but his eyes kept looking around.

When the opponent's defender did not come to him, a cross from the right was back, and the football reached the feet of Ling Yun. The pitch had fallen silent as three strikers had crossed into the box. Like three sharp arrows, three arrows are fired at the same time. Directly stabbed the enemy in the body, this scene looks very spectacular from the outside.

"Defense" Yan Tian, who ran from behind, shouted.

However, Ling Yun didn't pay attention to Yan Tian behind him.

He quickly took the ball forward, and in the penalty area, it was difficult. The three defenders of the other side quickly pounced, looking around, the other two forwards, have also been stared at by the other side, although they ran with all their might, but still can't pull the gap, back pass, of course not, how can you just give up the good situation that was finally created.

Well, now there is only a breakthrough.

Ling Yun didn't hesitate anymore and ran to the front of Lu's right with the ball, allowing the three defenders who came up to him to distance themselves.

When the first defender ran over, Ling Yun quickly adjusted his aspect, turned it into a head-on encounter, suddenly stepped on the ball, and then ran forward with a 360-degree spin, so he got rid of the defender.

Immediately after, the second one came up, and Ling Yun was the same. Running forward with a 360-degree rotation again, two of the same movements, shaking off two defenders at the same time.

Not only the people in the stands, but even the players on the field grew their mouths and began to watch Ling Yun's performance.

"Marseille maneuver? Are those two coherent movements just now both Marseille slaloms, I didn't look dazzled," a man abruptly stood up from the stands, opened his mouth, and then pointed to the bottom and shouted.

The people who were originally shocked, at this time, finally came back to their senses, and all of them gasped.

Just now, that gorgeous getaway technique is the Marseille slalom. And it was a 360-degree move that was done twice in a row, shaking two defenders at the same time, which was really surprising.

"It's Marseille slalom, my God, there are people who can play such a game like this." A man wiped his eyes and sighed.

"In the past, I always heard how handsome the Marseille slalom was, but now I finally see the live version, no, I'm in love with him, what should I do?" The voice clearly belonged to a girl.

Although some people sighed, but at this moment everyone's eyes are still staring at the field, because this wave of attacks has not yet ended, if the goal is scored, then those fancy passing actions in front of it are meaningful.

At this moment, Ling Yun had already brought the ball to the opponent's baseline, as long as he stepped out of the baseline, and the two consecutive use of Marseille slalom had already brought his body to the maximum load, and now the third defender had pressed up, plus the two forward pursuers behind. formed a pinching momentum, and the other players on Lingyun's side were fettered again. The ball couldn't be passed at all. Can't break through, can't pass it, and because it's near the bottom line, it forms a parallel line with the goal, and there is no shooting angle.

Ling Yun seemed to fall into the door of death all of a sudden.

"Aside from not being able to score, these two moves can be called perfect." A classmate with glasses on his face, as if he was very interested in football, sighed that the two gorgeous passes just now gave people a strong visual impact, and now it seems that the ball is about to be lost, and there is no doubt about this.

Everyone who heard this nodded their heads, which was considered to be a statement of their hearts, although they failed to score, but it was enough to make everyone cheer.

Yan Tian let out a long breath, and this wave of attacks was finally intercepted.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and everyone's expressions were slightly different, surprised, gloating, and suddenly realizing.

But all of them have forgotten the last possibility.

Just when everyone thought that this wave of attacks was over.

Ling Yun used the inside of his right foot to flick the ball and fly up, hoisted it past a defender in front of him, and into the far corner, and into the net.

The goalkeeper, who had already thought that Ling Yun was impossible to shoot with his feet, did not expect this to happen at all, and by the time he realized it was too late, he could only watch the football fly into the far corner of the goal, and there was nothing he could do. ,

The whole field, the spectators, the players grew their mouths

This is the real silence, the silence of death.

If the two Marseille slaloms just now shocked the audience, it can be said that they have been numb now, this is really an ordinary college football game, and many people can't help but have this idea in their minds.

The scene just now kept coming to mind, near the bottom line, almost at the same level as the goal, and there was no angle to shoot at all. It was in this situation that Ling Yun suddenly made a sharp stop, and then decisively kicked the goal, and the ball passed the defender in front of him, crossed a strange arc, and flew into the far corner as if it were precisely guided.

This is the legendary zero-angle shot, and the thought of rising in everyone's hearts can't help but rise. Such a classic, not to mention an ordinary amateur goalkeeper, even if the world's No. 1 goalkeeper Dasayev is here, he will be powerless.

Ling Yun's eyes widened, looking at the kicked football and flying in, and then there was a burst of ecstasy on his face, entering, even he himself did not expect it at all.

Today's luck is really good, just now in the blink of an eye, there is no time to calculate the line of football in my mind, I can only rely on the feeling, the football has entered, there is indeed courage and luck, but no one can deny that this is the embodiment of strength.

In the stands, the boy with the eyes seemed to be in disbelief. I took off my eyes, then wiped them and put them back on, staring at the black and white soccer ball lying in the net.

Many people know that the rotational force of the ball produces a lateral force, causing the travel path of the ball to become an arc, but we can't control the arc. But high-level athletes, can be more accurate control, the propulsion of the direction of travel, and the speed of rotation of the ball, have a certain ability to control the arc, but this only exists in people's statements, never really seen, today is really seen, someone has this kind of super control.

This kind of goal requires courage and extremely tricky footwork.

Footwork plus luck, that is, strength.

All those who sat on the scene will never forget that today's legendary zero-angle shot, even after many years, the arc that recalls the black and white football flying over is still like lightning, slashing through their memory.

[This chapter is 5,000 words, a big chapter]