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When the ball was passed back from the wing to the middle, Qingyang made a mistake.

The passing of the side players was too anxious, the ball speed was a little faster than usual, and Chen Ce's speed and pace were not well controlled, and he actually ran over.

Although no one specifically counted Qingyang's pass success rate in this game, there were almost no such active mistakes in the impression.

Watching the ball slowly miss from behind him, a few drops of cold sweat oozed from Chen Ce's forehead, and he couldn't twist himself no matter how he twisted it.

Deng Jianguo easily got the ball in this way, and the ball was almost passed to him by the other party.

"Pass!"

Deng Jianguo didn't get used to it for a while, and he was stunned in place, when he saw that Jun Mo had already galloped forward.

"Jun Mo?" Deng Jianguo was surprised, didn't think too much, and still spread it.

But Jun Mo always ran along the ball, a posture of waiting for the ball, and did not take the initiative to catch the ball, which gave Qingyang more time to prepare for defense, and Shu Huai cut off the ball.

"Bastard! How dare you break my ball! Jun Mo stopped after being cut off and jumped up angrily.

"Hmph, you still want to score?" Shu Huai expressed disdain for Jun Mo.

Although the ball was back in Qingyang's hands, both Jian Mu and Chen Ce had a strange feeling.

Qingyang has always been a team that pursues perfection, beauty and delicacy, and the whole team is a beautiful work of art, like a precision instrument designed by an outstanding engineer.

And the more sophisticated the instrument, the more it needs to be protected, and the more easily it is to be destroyed.

Qingyang began to lose control of the midfield because of Jun Mo's unremitting running and crazy pressing.

At least, Qingyang can no longer control the ball as freely as in the first half.

Chen Ce stopped the ball, and Jun Mo stopped in front of him again, at this time, Jun Mo was already sweating profusely, his waist was slightly bent, and his hands were resting on his legs, but his eyes did not mean that he was tired.

"This guy... Won't you get tired? It's like a beast. Chen Ce felt a lot of pressure, but Jun Mo didn't pose much of a threat to Qingyang, but he was like a-stirring stick, doing some meaningless things, although these actions were not good for Yizhong, but Qingyang was obviously not good for him.

In the past few minutes, Jun Mo was walked around by Qingyang's people like a hook, but he didn't care at all, he still kept chasing the ball, and he didn't even slow down a bit.

Qingyang's players still felt a little fun at first, a bit like a game of grabbing circles during training. But later, their expressions gradually changed, from the initial ease to disbelief. Soon, they lost interest in playing the game.

"Hahaha, what is Mo doing!" He was the only one running around. ”

"yes, it's like a dog! Running after the ball, regardless of the formation! ”

"Yes, yes, you're right, you see, that looks like a dog!"

"Ahahahaha."

Ke Shi, Jin Guaner and several people laughed together.

Wei Xinyou next to her was also puzzled, although she didn't know much about football, but she could also feel that Jun Mo was a layman who only knew how to run with his head bored: "Cut... What is this stone man doing, it's like a bronze schoolboy, he only knows how to mess around. ”

Deng Jianguo glanced at Qin Hao on the sidelines, and suddenly understood his intention of letting Jun Mo play as a striker, Jun Mo is a beast, if Jun Mo is pressed in the position of a defender, it can only be used to "watch the door". And if it is put in the broader grassland, then the entire grassland will be his world, Jun Mo is undoubtedly a wolf more suitable for the vast grassland.

"Humph! It's really a tendon, I won't play with you anymore! Shu Huai received Chen Ce's pass, and did not choose to patiently pass back to Chen Ce's foot, he seized the moment when his striker stepped forward and sent a straight stopper.

The first middle school player on the field couldn't help but be surprised.

Although only Jun Mo has been chasing the ball, the others have also followed Qingyang's pass and made corresponding moves, and finally Qingyang created a gap, Shu Huai's ball passed very well, and he was about to pass through the last line of defense of No. 1 Middle School.

But the ball failed to pass through that line of defense, and a person who surprised Shu Huai cut off the ball.

Many people in the first school did not expect this person either.

This person is not Jun Mo.

Only Qin Yiyu, who was hidden in the audience, expected this person, and he had that signature smile on his face again.

Tan Xiao cut off the ball.

Tan Xiao was still a little nervous after breaking the ball, and the ball that could have been stopped in one step took two steps, but he quickly adjusted his pace, he anxiously looked for a receiving point in front of him, swung his head left and right a few times, and passed the ball out.

"Damn, am I careless?" Shu Huai moves backwards to block a pass or advance position.

"Focus!" Chen Ce clapped his hands to encourage everyone, and also ran back at the same time.

"It turned out to be Tan Xiao!" Deng Jianguo was a little incredulous.

Yang Zhe looked at Tan Xiao's movement after passing the ball, as if he realized something, and his eyes gradually widened.

But No. 1 Middle School still failed to organize a decent counterattack, and Chen Ce, who was both offensive and defensive, successfully cut off the pass to Zhuang Yihuan from No. 1 Middle School.

Chen Ce broke the ball and passed it back to the defender, and several midfielders who pressed him saw that there was no hope of grabbing the ball and began to retreat again to avoid the opponent from counterattacking.

Although Zhuang Yihuan didn't have a chance to perform well in this game, his intuition told Chen Ce not to give this person a chance at will.

Zhuang Yihuan's expression didn't have any waves after being broken, he just went back to the defense to force the defender, but he was not as crazy as Jun Mo who seemed to use the strength of his whole body.

Zhuang Yixiang ran to the route selection is very rational, not fast, but definitely not slow, he is constantly adjusting according to the adjustment of the opponent's defender, guessing the direction of the opponent's ball, and then predicting to avoid the opponent directly from the back line to organize a counterattack.

Because Zhuang Yixiang didn't find a good point for a while, the defender still had to rely on Chen Ce's retreat.

The defender passed the ball to Chen Ce, and Zhuang Yihuan's running pace also stopped, he was too far away from Chen Ce, and there was no need to waste physical strength to interfere with Chen Ce.

But the more important reason is that his goal of attracting Chen Ce back has been achieved, at least in this way, Qingyang's offensive starting point has retreated to Qingyang's own half.

After Qingyang's rhythm was disrupted, Jian Mu's expression was a little worried for a while, but in the face of such a situation, he quickly regained his composure.

Qin Yiyu nodded with satisfaction: "No. 1 Middle School has gradually gotten rid of Qingyang's rhythm, but if you want to win, this is not enough." ”

Jian Mu smiled slightly after seeing the situation clearly: "It's not okay to just run blindly, there is no midfield at all in the first middle school, as long as they are still like this, it will always be them who consume, it is absolutely impossible to organize a decent attack, everything is still under our control." ”

Another person also saw the problem, and he took off his jacket and trousers, revealing the jersey inside.

This Jean slowly walked to the side of the fourth official: "Referee, the first middle school requests a substitution." ”