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But Niu Ben suddenly felt that someone was pulling him behind him, and the momentum of his body's rise stopped abruptly, and then a Qingyang defender took this opportunity to squeeze from Niu Ben to the front and jumped.

The small action of the two is guarded!

If the action is handled well and avoids the referee's eyes, you will not be whistled for a foul.

"Damn, these guys..."Niu Ben was anxious and helpless, since he had stopped rising, it was obvious that the ball would be carried away by the Qingyang defenders in front.

The Qingyang defender was full of pride, shook his head and prepared to top the ball, wanting to yell: "My! "To boost morale.

But when the word "mine" was already in his throat, a man shouted out before him.

"Mine!" A black image sprang up from in front of him like a rocket.

Jun Mo jumped after him, but in an instant, he was already a head taller than him!

All the players had big mouths and couldn't make a sound.

It's so high!

The ball almost hit Jun Mo's face, Jun Mo just threw it with his eyes closed, but the ball actually leaked from his side!

Qin Yiyu, who was outside the court, couldn't believe his eyes.

Jun Mo's flick also made the defender who jumped high behind him not expect it at all, he couldn't react, and he couldn't hit the ball.

The ball smashed on the head of Niu Ben, who was also unprepared, and flew towards the goal at great speed like a hammer, Qingyang's goalkeeper couldn't save it, and the score became 2:0!

"Ah!!h After the goal, Niu Ben ran and howled like a bison, no, it should be four, and several other players ran after him to celebrate, but they couldn't pull him, just like the staff of the Spanish bullring catching a wild buffalo that had lost control.

The stadium was no longer as quiet as the first goal, and some neutral fans began to applaud the performance.

Although Zhuang Yihuan's first goal was more exciting, Zhuang Yihuan's expression after scoring the goal was like losing, and naturally he couldn't drive the atmosphere of the scene like Niu Ben.

FM Football Manager's player habits include the habit of being good at inciting fans, and it is obvious that Zhuang Yihe does not have such a function.

The alumni of No. 1 Middle School who were with Liang Sheng, as well as Jin Guan Keshi, also began to cheer for No. 1 Middle School, who could believe that No. 1 Middle School had equalized the score!?

"Beautiful! Thankfully, the big man went in. Jin Guan said.

"Jun Mo is so stupid, he can't even go in, because he jumped so high, the ball smashed into his face!" Then I said.

"This stone man is really stupid... It doesn't look like a player who can play football, how can our football team recruit such a stupid person? Wei Xinyou thought to himself.

There is also no shortage of fans who see it this way.

However, Jian Mu and Qin Yiyu's eyes were on Jun Mo's body, and they had completely different views from ordinary people.

"No ball assist...," a word appeared in Qin Yuyu's mind, "Although this goal is the first opportunity that Jun Mo missed, it was precisely because of his false shot that Niu Ben, who had already lost the opportunity to score, made this goal by mistake." ”

I don't know why, Qin Zhiyu suddenly remembered Italy's deliberate leakage of the ball against England Pirlo in the 14 World Cup to score a goal for his teammates... The goal was touted by some media and fans as an off-ball assist.

Jun Mo's ball feels similar to Pirlo's ball in terms of effect and result, but in terms of intent....

Jian Mu's thoughts are also similar to Qin Yiyu's, not only in this goal, but also in the entire defense, Jun Mo plays such an effect.

Although Qingyang began to concede goals and mistakes frequently, frankly speaking, there were very few direct steals from Jun Mo.

It was all because Jun Mo's hard work and even crazy pressing made the opponent nervous, and he had to focus on Jun Mo, but he lost his observation of the surrounding environment, resulting in his own passing mistakes, or being cut off by other players in No. 1 Middle School.

"Why didn't he make a steal... Could it be!?" Jian Mu suddenly thought of something.

"Damn... I'm, at me! Shu Huai complained all the way to the sidelines and asked for water.

"Shu Huai, come here!"

Jian Mu called Shu Huai who was passing by and was talking about something.

Qin Hao and Deng Jianguo noticed this, but they didn't think that Qingyang could come up with any good solutions.

"Good! Keep kicking like this! One more goal and the victory will be ours! Deng Jianguo encouraged everyone.

"Qingyang will definitely press on it after being equalized, and then take Zhuang Yixiang as the core and find an opportunity to pass the ball to Zhuang Yixiang to counterattack." Qin Hao said to everyone.

"Damn! Why pass him the ball! I'm the striker!" Don't be upset.

"Amo, if you continue to play like this, we can't win without you." Qin Hao said.

"Yes, Amo, you are the first person who can equalize the score!" Deng Jianguo said.

"Amo, you just jumped so high!"

"Huh? Is it? Are you sure? Hahaha! ”

Tan Xiao, Yang Zhe and others also came over to praise Jun Mo, and suddenly made Jun Mo forget who he was.

...

Compared with the happy side of No. 1 Middle School, Qingyang's side is like a dead pawn who has lost a battle.

As they walked back to their places from the ruined battlefield and waited for the next war to begin, it was clear that they had lost their fighting spirit.

They walked back to their places in despair, and they all passed by a man who stood still like a dead corpse standing still.

Just when the referee urged Qingyang to hurry up and start kicking off, everyone found that the person did not move.

Because he was originally the one who Qingyang was going to come to the middle circle to kick off.

"Chen Ce!"

His teammates were calling him, but after those two words were called, the teammate couldn't wait to swallow those two words back.

The black pressure emanating from Chen Ce's body made all the Qingyang team members breathless.

Although Chen Ce is a midfielder, Qingyang is usually driven by him and striker Shang Qi.

"Chen Ce..."Jian Mu and Shu Huai didn't know what Chen Ce was thinking.

Chen Ce's head was lowered, and a shadow on one side of his face was clouded, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Chen Ce suddenly spoke, and the attention of the whole Qingyang team was instantly on Chen Ce, and even the referee was suppressed by this momentum, and he didn't dare to urge Qingyang to kick off again.

"No. 1 may not be as weak as we think, but if you want to finish eighth like last season, this kind of performance may be enough. If you want to defeat the Seven Heroes, if you want to win the championship, it is very common to encounter such a setback on the long road, the outside world always says that we Qingyang eat soft and fear hard, saying that although our youth and sun are the most passionate, but also the most immature and most unbearable to experience hardships, we must break through the difficulties to go further. It's time for the sun to rise, let them see the true strength of Qingyang, and don't forget, our goal this season is to win the championship! ”

The expressions of the whole team in Qingyang have undergone subtle changes.