Anpoch 2018, October 24, sunny.

Huaxia State, Jiangzhou Province, organized by the sports department of Fenghua City, the provincial capital, the city's junior high school football league, the last game of Group C group stage.

The city's No. 5 Middle School challenged the city's experimental middle school away.

This match will determine who will claim the last place in the group stage and advance to the last eight knockout rounds.

In the first half, the experimental middle school took the lead, and in the last few minutes before the break, the fifth middle school pulled back the score.

The score was 1:1

……

"Come, boys, listen to me," said Lao Zhangtou, who gathered the players who were about to enter the game, "Remember! We can only win! If we win, we will advance, a draw or a loss will be the same for us, we can only go home and watch other people play! ”

The old man looked around, and saw that his young generals no longer had hippie smiles on their faces, and looked at him seriously one by one, and he nodded with satisfaction,

"So, boys, we're still losing! So, the next thing you have to do is score goals! Right! Punch them through! Come, tell me out loud, our slogan ......"

"Fenghua No. 5 Middle School! Invincible! The voice was loud and loud.

"Okay, let's go! I'm waiting for your beautiful goals! ”

The team members lined up and high-fived the old man in turn, and then ran onto the field.

This seems to be a bit silly, but it is the tradition of the Fifth Colonel every time they play.

Bian Hao could feel that Zhang Tou's palm was a little wet, and he could feel that the old man should be very nervous.

The players gathered near the center circle, and the captain was a senior named Wu Yike, who put on the captain's armband, gathered everyone together, and said with some excitement, "I will go to high school next year, and I will play for the fifth middle school for the last time!" Everyone, please! ”

As he spoke, there was a slight tremor on his lips with a faint fluff.

Bian Hao hit the words of Fenghua No. 5 Middle School embroidered on his chest with his fist, nodded solemnly, and the young man thanked him again and again.

The other boys followed suit, and the sound of "bang" and "bang" on their chests was endless.

The scene was once full of young people's enthusiasm.

"Toot ......"

The match continued, with five hits on serve.

Bian Hao's position is not the midfielder he used to play professionally, but the left wing-back who can play to his speed advantage.

After kickoff, Bian Hao received Guo Yiming's return pass.

He unloads the ball while observing the movements of the other players on the field.

It may have just returned to the game, and both sides were a little slow on the field.

He passed the ball to the captain, reached out and pressed it to indicate not to be impatient, and began to run, demand, pass......

He has a lot of range of motion and runs to the right wing-back at the maximum.

Bian Hao has been following the rolling route of the ball to protect, no matter whose feet the ball is, he can see Bian Hao's figure when he looks up, and he wants to make sure that the ball is always on his side.

Bian Hao's tearing and running played a certain role, and the experimental middle school with one less person didn't know how to play, and two or three people often pounced on the ball wherever it was.

After two or three minutes of combing and adjustment by Bian Hao, the midfield of the experimental middle school is full of loopholes.

It was at this time.

"Give it to me!"

Bian Hao received the ball near the center circle, passed it to his teammates, and then suddenly ran back, ran to the left and raised his hand to signal for the ball.

After cooperating with his teammates to hit the wall, Bian Hao was a horse on the left, and there was no shadow of a defender on the offensive route of nearly 40 meters.

What else is this talking about, run!

Run fast!

Bian Hao's move was like blowing the horn of attack, and all the players in the fifth middle school began to follow Bian Hao's footsteps and press forward......

It's just that they're too slow!

How fast this body is, Bian Hao has a deep experience, and that old man is really good enough, and he was stunned to turn a teenager with sprinting potential into a football player......

Guo Yiming's speed is average, but he does have some talent in the choice of offensive routes.

The moment he saw Bian Hao running wildly with the ball, he turned around and began to run towards the open space on the right, and then ran diagonally into the penalty area.

Bian Hao frowned, this is a good running position, but the two defenders in front of him have firmly guarded all his routes.

Based on the feedback given to him by the "talent" in his head, the best option now is to return the pass and then reorganize the midfield.

Because except for Guo Yiming, the rest of the teammates were hesitant to run, and they couldn't keep up with Bian Hao's footsteps at all.

At this time, Bian Hao had already brought the ball to the position of one step in front of the opponent's penalty area, and in this position, he used to have a good shot.

However, the two defenders followed him all the time, pressing him in and out of the line.

Ay...... Without a striker with excellent awareness, there is no way to rely on Bian Hao's eighteen martial arts.

He made a feint on his foot that he had done in his life, but the body looked a little clumsy to do.

The breakthrough is a thought.

Taking advantage of the gap dangling from this clumsy feint, Bian Hao tentatively, got up and shot!

He felt like he was playing in the right position.

But after all, he is still young and his strength is limited, and this distance does seem a little reluctant.

However, the ball was tricky enough to go over the feet of a defender and towards the bottom right of the goal.

The goalkeeper of the experimental middle school took advantage of his height and long legs to block the ball from the bottom line in a dangerous way.

"Oh......" There was a round of applause in the home stands.

The ball didn't go in, and Bian Hao waved his arm with some annoyance.

Oh, in this world, the junior high school league has this momentum?

Don't be a good baby at home on big Saturday, come out to see what ball......

The home field has an advantage, you look at the atmosphere, the goalkeeper who is five big and three thick actually waved his hand to the stands.

There was a round of applause......

Bian Hao turned his head to look at the two or three kittens in the away team's stands and shook his head.

Corner kick from the right side.

Originally, it was the captain's boy surnamed Wu who took the corner kick, and when he saw Bian Hao running over, he thought he was going to take a tactical corner.

"Whew, I'll punish you." Bian Hao wiped the sweat from his face, and the rush just now made him a little panting.

Wu Yi stared at him blankly for two seconds, nodded, and ran towards the overcrowded penalty area.

Bian Hao made an outward movement with his left hand, signaling his teammates to disperse to the big penalty area.

Such a swarm of people crowded in the small forbidden area, what kind of attack is this, it is purely a free human wall for the other party.

Seeing that his teammates began to retreat, Bian Hao lowered his head and looked at the football with a focused expression, and the talent in his mind began to run wildly.

It's not like a sports battle, where set-pieces are too variable and every player in the box is jerking around.

And without the big data of their habitual running routes, talents can't give a definite line at this time.

"Toot ......"

The referee signaled that the ball was ready to serve.

"Whew......" he let out a long breath.

At this second, Bian Hao decided to use a line that was most likely to succeed, which basically covered the direction of all his teammates.

Run-ups, leg lifts, kick-outs!

"Bang"

The ball made a slight arc and turned towards the outside of the six-yard box.

The goalkeeper of the experimental middle school has been surrounded by his teammates near the goal line, and there is not much he can do but stare at the line where the ball runs.

Cannot take your eyes off something......

In the penalty area, a group of people turned on their backs, and the football swept past the striker Zhang Mingyang at the front point, Guo Yiming, who was a step late, and after a group of people, it actually fell in front of the captain Wu Yike.

Wu Yi was running forward with his head bored, and then ......

Subconsciously stretched out his foot and "bang".

My mind went blank, and there was only one thought that kept circulating:

"I'm a defender, I don't usually practice shooting."

"Beep ......" the referee's whistle sounded.

"Whoa......," the spectators in the stands exclaimed.

The ball almost grazed the crossbar and flew off the baseline......

Zhang Weiguo kicked the turf hard, damn!

He was about to have a heart attack when he watched from the sidelines, and this Wu Yi had to go back and practice shooting.

Less than two meters, without the interference of defenders around, actually fired an anti-aircraft gun!?

This rabbit cub is undertrained!

Experimental middle school goalball.

The players on the field began to settle down quickly.

Bian Hao ran past Wu Yi and put his arm around his shoulders to comfort him.

After thinking for a few seconds, he held back a sentence:

"Pretty run!"