"Yingzi, what happened just now? You've been looking at people face-to-face one-on-one, why don't you let people pass without any reaction? Taking advantage of Ou Chuliang's control of time, Li Ming leaned over and asked quietly.

"I don't know." Wu Chengying's face was grim, "Just now I felt him swaying from side to side, and people ran behind me in a hurry." Xiao Ming, be careful, this Brazilian striker is very ghostly under his feet! ”

Ou Chuliang slapped the ball, his brows furrowed slightly.

Although the Brazilian team has retreated, the forward line is very high.

No matter which defender he passes to, Ronaldo and Bebeto will be the first to plug in and interfere with their teammates from behind. At that time, in addition to passing the ball back to himself, Ou Chuliang did not believe that his teammates would use skills such as reverse turns to shake off the opponent.

After making several fake throws in a row, Ou Chuliang finally kicked the ball hard into the front court before the referee got impatient.

In terms of mastering the size of the referee's decision, Ou Chuliang has been perfect.

"Here!"

Watching the ball fly behind Juninho and Xie Hui's heads, the clever Qu Shengqing immediately ran to the second landing point of the ball. The horse leaned back with his upper body and stuck Carlos behind him.

Qu Shengqing's chest was closed, and the ball that bounced up on the ground accurately smashed into his chest, and then stopped steadily.

After stepping on the ball, Qu Shengqing's mind suddenly came to mind a fancy trick that he had learned in the video a few months ago.

Without hesitation, he pulled the ball to the side with his left foot, and quickly turned his body 180 degrees with his left foot as the center, not only facing Carlos head-on, but also flashing nearly a position to the right.

Carlos was really fooled, and hurriedly moved sideways to the right, stretching out his foot to grab the ball at Qu Shengqing's feet.

However, Qu Shengqing just turned around with his right foot, and the arch of his foot hit the side of the ball, kicking the ball back.

The sudden change of direction caught Carlos off guard, although Qu Shengqing flashed because of his position and inertia, but both the person and the ball had been brought behind Carlos.

Looking at the empty corridor on the left side of Brazil, Qu Shengqing felt like he had become a sweaty BMW, running on the endless grasslands of Inner Mongolia.

"Haha, the Brazilian team is too big, and they actually sent such a little man to defend the side!"

Qu Shengqing ran forward with a smug smile, and even waved his hand at Xie Hui, who was inserted in the middle, in the process of dribbling the ball, telling the other party to help him run.

After Yang Chen, Xie Hui and the others met, they began to intersperse diagonally, helping Qu Shengqing pull the defense line and take away the opponent's defensive force.

Just when Qu Shengqing wanted to rush further into the forbidden area, a figure suddenly rushed out from his side, and before Qu Shengqing could react, he slammed into him.

"? When is this little man..."

Qu Shengqing just wanted to open his mouth to complain, but found that his position was squeezed away by the other party little by little, and the ball that was within reach of his feet just now gradually moved away from his control.

"? Play power with me? ”

The one-meter-eighty-three Qu Shengqing didn't take the one-meter-six-eight Carlos in his eyes at all, he puffed out his cheeks and tried his best to squeeze back, but he still lost possession of the ball and was stuck in front of the opponent.

"Impossible! How so? ”

Qu Shengqing is nicknamed Fatty, and his fast start and strong impact are his characteristics.

In China, as long as Qu Shengqing runs with the ball, few players can keep up and cut off the ball from the side. And now, Carlos took advantage of the moment when Qu Shengqing took advantage of the ball to suddenly add a stopper, and squeezed between Qu and the ball with brute force.

Looking at the ball not far from him, Qu Shengqing, who was not convinced, gritted his teeth and continued to run forward, but Carlos seemed to have made up his mind to jam him, although the ball was rolling in front of him, he still hunched his back, stretched his arms, and stuck it in front of Qu Shengqing.

In this way, the two stumbled to the bottom line. Seeing that the ball was about to roll out of the bottom line, Qu Shengqing subconsciously stretched out his hands and grabbed the opponent's jersey from Carlos' collarbone, as if he wanted to pull it away with the strength of his upper body.

However, Carlos stuck firmly in front of Qu Shengqing like a statue, until the ball completely rolled out of the bottom line, and did not let Qu Shengqing touch the ball again.

"Damn, this time I hit a hard idea!" Looking at the ball that crashed into the billboard, Qu Shengqing scolded and withdrew his hand. "This little man is very lucky, he knew that he had just accelerated his sprint, and he would not let him suddenly intervene."

Carlos, with his short hair, turned his head and smiled at him in a friendly manner, arranging his collar.

Through the opponent's jersey, Qu Shengqing saw Carlos's looming muscles. In an instant, his pupils closed, and he suddenly reacted, it turned out that all this was not the luck of the other party.

Looking down again at the thighs wrapped under Carlos's socks, Qu Shengqing's eyes were straight. Is this a human thigh? This TM is thicker than an elephant's legs!

Thinking of this, Qu Shengqing was afraid for a while.

Just before the ball rolled out of the bottom line, Qu Shengqing still wanted to tear it with the opponent, and took the opportunity to make a throw-in or corner kick on the foot, but now seeing Carlos's thick thighs, Qu Shengqing swallowed his saliva, secretly glad that he was not "willful".

Dida kicked wide and the ball found Rivaldo in midfield. The brick knife, who was in the prime of life, didn't care whether he was a guard or a prison guard, and as soon as he shook the header, he ferried the ball to the feet of Bebeto on the side.

The 32-year-old didn't take a few steps forward with the ball, but drew the Olympic defence over and struck the outside of his foot before running towards the bottom line on the left flank.

Zhu Qi, who served as the right back of the National Olympic Games, had no choice but to follow, even if the chance of the opponent passing back in two was one in 10,000.

The ball rolled sideways from the side to the middle, because the ball was a little biased towards the Brazilian team's half in the rolling, so Yang Chen, who was grabbing, was not careless, but when the ball was stepped on by Ronaldo, he stood in front of him accurately.

After stepping on the ball, Ronaldo's shoulders sank and he broke through to the left. Yang Chen's heart was clear, and he immediately judged that this was a false slap from the other party.

"Hmph, it's so fake, I'm not fooled!"

The corners of Yang Chen's mouth grinned, as if he saw the scene of the other party helplessly returning under his own persecution.

However, in the next second, Ronaldo pulled the ball straight and rushed directly to the right side of Yang Chen.

it?

Did he come really?

Yang Chen hurriedly raised his arm horizontally and pushed Ronaldo, but the speed at which he turned around was too slow, at least, under Ronaldo's start, it was too slow.

When Yang Chen turned around completely, all he could eat was the dust behind Ronaldo.

"Ronaldo's excellence doesn't need to do any deliberate feints!" On the tatami mat, Hidetoshi Nakata kneels in a white robe in front of the TV, his eyes staring straight at the screen.