Looking at the flying ultra-long-distance long pass, Han Dang secretly cheered up, and he couldn't miss the ball no matter what.

He stared at the ball as he ran towards the penalty area.

However, the defenders next to him kept stuck with him this time, fighting with him for the landing point.

Even the defender jumped up first to meet the flying ball.

Han Dang couldn't squeeze out a good position, so he could only stand firm and wait for the opponent to stop the ball to force it.

Unexpectedly, this ball made a slight arc in mid-air, and it hit Han Dang's chest directly!

"Eh, what I'm standing on is where I land?"

Han was startled, and then ecstatic.

The defender didn't receive the ball, so naturally he didn't stand firm, Han Dang dialed the football and rushed into the penalty area with a turn.

When the other party turned back to chase after him, Han Dang threw him three or four positions.

"Bang!" Han Dang didn't know if he was too excited after the single knife, or if he didn't expect that he could do it alone.

Facing the goalkeeper, he fired a shot straight into the stands.

"......"

The opponent's goalkeeper broke out in a cold sweat, and Han Dang knelt in front of the goal, brushing his hair one by one.

"It's a shame, it's a great opportunity. ”

"Can you jerk off this ball?"

There was a sense of regret in the stands.

By this time, Mo Qian had been completely sure of the fact that he had superpowers.

The ball just now, he kicked it directly at Han Dang's chest!

Because of the previous leak of the ball, he knew that if the landing point was chosen as grass, then unless Han Dang waited for the ball to land first and then pick it up, no matter how Han Dang blocked the ball in the air, the direction of the ball bounce would be unexpected, even if he forcibly took the ball, it was estimated that the ball would roll back to the point designated by Mo Qian by itself.

is to let Han Dang receive the ball, so he simply set the landing point as Han Dang's chest.

As long as the ball reaches the landing point, how to bounce, how to roll, how to move afterwards, that is Newton's business.

Looking at Han Dang in the distance and giving him a thumbs up again, Mo Qian smiled.

Although he couldn't see Han Dang's expression clearly, it could be expected that he must be extremely annoyed now.

Missed two excellent passes, before the change, Mo Qian estimated that it would be a great pity, after all, this is too rare for his own skills, and there may not be such a single time in ten games.

But now he doesn't feel it at all, because of such an opportunity, he can now have as many as he wants.

......

The sports varsity team threatened the smoke brigade twice, but in turn, the smoke brigade also threatened them twice.

This surprised the sports team a little, especially Zhang Xin, who was desperate to score.

"Their left side is the breaking point......

"How involved!"

"Look at my location......"

The sports varsity team began to get serious, and for a while, Mo Qian felt that the backcourt was in turmoil, and their defenders were torn apart by multiple passes and catches.

"Completely suppressed...... Mo Qian's vision is too broad, and his ability to read the game is very strong.

He yelled several times in front of the goal line to point out the holes in the defense, commanded the joint defense, and saved several defensive crises.

In fact, if he didn't know how to dribble, he would have played well as a defender or a midfielder.

The coach has repeatedly wanted him to practice dribbling and quick passing, and wants him to play in the midfield, but Mo is not interested.

He joined the football club just for credits, and he has been practicing kung fu since he was a child, and he doesn't want to spend more time practicing his football skills.

"Bang!"

There was chaos in the box, and a shot came out of nowhere.

In the past, Mo Qian was very annoyed by the situation where more than a dozen people were blocking their vision in the forbidden area.

But now, he only has one thing to think about: touch the ball.

Touching the ball and blocking a shot are two different things, but now it's the same thing.

No matter what kind of shot, as long as Mo Qian reacts quickly, judging by the trajectory he is very good at, and desperately reaches out to touch the ball, the shot is equivalent to confiscation.

Thirty minutes later, he made a high block, dodged left and right, and saved nine shots on target.

For him, there were a few times when he finally touched the ball, which was extremely thrilling.

But for others, they feel that he is in a brave state, like a goal-line guardian, and all his shots are firmly blocked by him, or simply slapped and hugged in his arms.

Unless the close-up is played back in slow motion, no one knows that Mo Qian just touched the ball, and the observer will subconsciously reverse the opponent's operation with the result, which is the logical judgment of the human brain itself.

No one knows, touching the ball, hitting the ball and slapping the ball, for Mo Qian, as long as the first step is done, the second and third steps all depend on the mood.

Of those nine saves, he opted not to shoot on goal in five of those nine saves.

Because these five times were all when Han Dang had a chance in the opponent's half.

Mo Qian slapped the ball and turned to a big foot, and went directly to Han Dang.

It was a horrific half-court pass that was as precise as a scalpel slicing through the heart.

insisted on creating four more chances for Han Dang.

It's a pity that even if he didn't jerk off, he shot too straight four times and couldn't break the goal.

The stands were thrilled several times and sighed several times.

But this in itself is an enjoyable performance, although the scene is pressed ugly.

Zhang Xin's remarks that he must score in ten minutes have long been self-defeating.

He shot seven times in a sweat and tried very hard, and there were two possible passes in the box that could have become assists, but they couldn't break through the door guarded by Mo Poor.

The whole person is a little bit up, and he wants the midfielder to create opportunities for him.

"How could he be in such a good state, he would definitely make a mistake!" Zhang Xin said.

But the midfielder hurriedly said: "The first half is coming to an end, be steady, this goalkeeper has something to ......"

'His long ball was too dangerous for us and the coach kept us at half-time. ”

Zhang Xin sighed and looked at Mo Qian standing in front of the door line, a little unwilling.

His experience seems to be useless to Mo Qiao, and his state is desperate.

It's nothing if it's just guarding the goal, but it's terrifying to have an ultra-long-distance long pass on the counter-attack, which always cuts through their defense like precision guidance.

As the first half drew to a close, the school slowed down its offensive.

And the smoke team was also very satisfied with ending the half like this, and began to control the ball in the backcourt, but it was only half time.

After a few minutes of backing and forth, Han Dang also knew that the first half was going to end like this, plus people were very tired, and they didn't look for emptiness, so they walked slowly in the midfield and waited for time.

The situation instantly changed from a fierce confrontation to a boring drag on time, and both sides wanted to wait for the end of the first half.

Mo Qian was also happy to do the same, most of his thoughts were not in this game, but constantly thinking about his own ability.

In this boredom, most of the people in the stands began to pay no attention to the game again.

Only the fat man, desperately trying to talk to the girls, is still trying his best to explain.

"Twenty-one to sixty-six. ”

"The sports school striker pressed and the ball was passed. ”

"We're passing the ball at the back, uh...... Still posting back......"

"It's halfway through!huh...... Continue to return ......"

"The ball went to the feet of captain Wang Xiong, and he was backing his feet with the central defenders, or backwards, back and forth...... Belch...... This ......"

The more the fat man spoke, the weaker he became, and his voice became lower and lower.

"No. 12 pressed a bit, Wang Xiong passed back to the goalkeeper, and the door will continue to fall to the foot...... Inverted ...... Pour...... The ball is very slow, and Han Dang's reaction is slow, he is chasing the ball...... Can't catch up, this ball...... This goal went in?"

The fat man stood up suddenly, and his voice suddenly rose eight tones at the end.

"It's in, it's in, it's No. 1! No. 1 scores!"

The people in the stands were also shocked by this scream, looked at the goal, and sure enough, in front of the goal of the sports school, their goalkeeper fell to the ground facing the goal, looking at the ball in the goal frame in complete confusion.

The referee also froze and looked at the linesman, the linesman signaled that this was a good ball, the referee blew the whistle and pointed to the midfield, the goal was effective, and the smoke team 1:0 sports school team.

"Did our team score?"

"Who shot it?"

"One! It's One!"

"Who's Number One?"

"Stupid, No. 1 is the goalkeeper!"

"Damn! The goalkeeper has scored?"

Everyone reacted that it was not an ordinary goal, but the goalkeeper kicked the ball into the opposite goal from his own penalty area.

It's a shot that can only be seen on video, and I didn't expect it to happen to them this time.

Everyone thought that the first half was over, but they didn't expect that their team's backward feet were just an illusion and made the opponent relax their vigilance.

In the end, the goalkeeper stepped up and coldly kicked the ultra-long-distance hanging door and scored directly.

"Smoke is awesome!"

"Goalkeeper 666!"

"Oooo

Thunderous celebrations erupted in the soccer field, and the men in the stands who loved their school team frantically slapped everything they could.

They came here to be mentally prepared for their school team to be abused by blood, but they didn't expect to be ahead now.

The surprise was even more exciting, and the cheers resounded through the stadium, even the people outside the stadium could hear it.

Mo watched his teammates rush towards him in a daze, and he was also very confused.

"Awesome, magic ball, your kick is too strong!"

"It's very spiritual, we made them let their guard down!"

Teammates said one after another, Wang Xiong was even more beautiful, he got an assist inexplicably.

It was he who was forced to rob and passed back to Mo Qian in a panic, which was supposed to delay time with his feet backwards, but Mo Qian went directly in, and this backward foot suddenly became an assist.

"Uh......" Mo Qian stiffly looked at Le's crazy teammates, a little afraid to speak.

Can he say he just stopped the ball?

Yes, he was just stopping the ball and ended up stopping it in the opposite goal.

He didn't even think about scoring, his mind was thinking about his ability, waiting for the time to end.

Because of his lack of concentration, in the face of Wang Xiong's sudden return, he didn't come back to his senses a little, and at the same time, Wang Xiong's return pass was too bad, too high and too hasty, like a shot.

He was caught off guard and just wanted to stop the ball, but he didn't pay attention to the opponent's goal.

Sometimes it is difficult for people to control their thoughts, especially when they are inattentive, they subjectively do not strongly designate a goal, and this ability directly locks on to the goal that he subconsciously thinks.

As a result, the stop ball was stopped into an earth-shattering shot.

"I'm capable of this...... It's a passive!"

Mo Qian realized that every time he played, he would inevitably designate a landing point, no matter where that landing point was, but in short, it could not be without.

All the objects he 'shot' himself, each time he had to designate a target by his thoughts, every time!

You can't go with the flow, you can't let the laws of nature look at it.

He can only watch it himself, he doesn't look at it subjectively, he subconsciously watches it!

This is a passive ability that he can't turn off...... Unless he is completely unconscious.

......