"Hahaha, what! Amo is still so good! Jin Guan, then, Ke Shi and the three of them swayed away and squeezed away the people on the side of the court to see the score on the scoreboard, and also looked at Jun Mo's performance by the way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Even though he's played two games now." Jin Guan said.

"And he's actually starting to play as a striker." Then I said.

"But he's still so good!" Ke Shi said.

"Hahaha." These three people came to see Jun Mo's jokes, originally they had a good time on the Internet in a nearby Internet café, and when they thought that watching Jun Mo play football and look foreign might be more interesting than playing games, they came to the fart.

A pair of long legs stopped at the entrance of the playground of No. 1 Middle School.

Wei Xinyou wasn't very interested in this kind of fun, but when she passed by the playground, she saw Jun Mo standing on the court like a stone.

"That stone man..."As soon as she saw Jun Mo, Wei Xinyou felt that her leg hurt, although her injury had healed.

So Wei Xinyou also went to the crowd.

However, Jun Mo was completely unaware of the arrival of these people.

The confusion made Jun Mo distracted from the game.

It wasn't until a shrill whistle blew that his thoughts were brought back to the ring.

The first half ended.

The first middle school entered the second half with a score of two goals behind.

Although Jun Mo was barely involved in the last ten minutes or so of the first half, fortunately he played as a striker and stayed in the opponent's half all the time, without having a disastrous impact on the defense of the first middle school.

At the same time, it seems that God has also temporarily favored Yizhong, perhaps he can't bear to see Yizhong being beaten so badly, although Qingyang has the advantage, but he still failed to expand the score again.

***

Qingyang's locker room, because it is an official game, and the sidelines are also full of spectators, in order to avoid tactics being leaked, the league usually arranges locker rooms.

"Everyone played very well, continued in the second half, especially to strengthen the impact of the two wings, the opponent in this kind of iron bucket formation, the spirit must be under great pressure, the physical strength is declining very fast, as long as the impact is increased, from the side to attack, the defense line of the first middle will definitely completely collapse." Jian Mu arranged tactics with great interest.

"Yes!" The voice of the Qingyang player is neat and powerful.

"Chen Ce, you divide the ball to the side more in the second half, but before that, you can make more smashes, transfer laterally, pull the opponent's defense, and finally organize the attack on the side."

"I see, Coach." Chen Ce took a sip of mineral water and replied.

"Shu Huai, you delay a little bit in the second half to prevent the opponent's counterattack." Jian Mu looked at Shu Huai again.

"Yes!" Shu Huai was a little unhappy in his heart, in fact, he and Chen Ce are two midfielders in the 442 formation, and the two do not have the position of one attacking and one defending, they have to participate in defense and attack, that is to say, it is not a front or a back midfielder, but a midfielder.

Of course, Shu Huai was not unhappy because the coach asked him to give Chen Ce a hand, he was actually very convinced of Chen Ce, it is said that Chen Ce originally played in the front waist in junior high school, but after arriving in Qingyang, he sacrificed himself for the team and moved his position back.

Shu Huai just felt that the current No. 1 Middle School could not create any threat at all, and there was no need for him to break the back at all, but he should press the attack like other teammates.

"Shu Huai, don't be careless, I know what you're thinking, but I feel that the other party's No. 11 is very fast, and the counterattack will be very threatening." Chen Ce put his hand on Shu Huai's shoulder.

"Eleven?" Shu Huai's mind suddenly sounded the picture of Zhuang Yi harmonicly receiving Deng Jianguo's pass and hitting the goal, and the timing of the cut and the quality of the goal were very good, and the speed was also very fast.

"Who is he?" Shu Huai thought about the people who played in the field with No. 1 Middle School in the past few days, Jun Mo, Tan Xiao, Deng Jianguo, Chen Zijie, Niu Ben, and Yang Zhe all appeared in the starters, but it was the eleventh, he really hadn't seen it.

"Forget it, it's definitely rubbish." Shu Huai simply didn't want to, just from that ball, Zhuang Yihuan's ability to show was average.

***

"Ahh In the locker room of No. 1 Middle School, Zhuang Yixiang sneezed.

He muttered and summarized the problems of the first half, and the others were used to his broken thoughts, anyway, as long as he didn't go in and listened, Zhuang Yihuan still looked like a quiet beautiful man from a distance.

"Shhhh This Qingyang's strength is probably stronger than that Senying, Chen Ce's offensive organization ability is much stronger than Senying's Nie Ran, he completely controls the midfield, if we lost the midfield in the previous game because our midfield was too weak, then the reason why we lost the midfield in this game is because the opponent's midfield is too strong! The two wing-backs are used to being recycled in the ribs, which is actually equivalent to two wing-midfielders, who were technically ahead of our midfielders, and now they are also ahead in numbers. Do I have to go back to midfield and get involved in defending and organising? But Chen Ce's ball is not very easy to grab, he knows his teammates very well, and his teammates are very tacit, reading the game all the time, and the unexpected steal at my opening let him cleverly defuse it. And..."

Zhuang Yixiang muttered to himself, glanced at Jun Mo not far away, and sighed deeply.

"Alas... If I go back to midfield and I can only pass to him, he doesn't exist at all, if I retreat, our formation can't go out at all, what do I do, what do I do...? ”

The informal players of No. 1 Middle School read and talked about things that had nothing to do with the game, while the official players all looked very gloomy without exception.

Everyone sat on the rest chair dejectedly, no one spoke, although Zhuang Yihe was talking, but he only said it to himself, which means that he didn't say anything.

Deng Jianguo didn't sit down, he stood in the middle of everyone, looking at the depressed everyone, his face was also very heavy.

Qin Hao also looked at him, Qin Hao's title of coach is only for tactical arrangement and training, about team morale, and mobilization and other things, the captain has always been responsible.

"No, I have to say something." Deng Jianguo cheered himself up.

"That..."Deng Jianguo clapped his hands twice, his originally very unhappy expression was as if a flower that had not yet opened had been forcibly broken, and he smiled very reluctantly, "It's okay, it's okay, everyone played well, just enjoy the game, kick casually in the second half, continue to work hard!" ”

Deng Jianguo thought that he would definitely not be able to win Qingyang anyway, so it was better to comfort everyone and make everyone feel better, in case they still criticized the players, there were few of these people who liked to play football, and it is estimated that no one would come to play football after more criticism. Deng Jianguo wanted to continue to say something haha.

"What a joke! I've had enough! ”。

Jun Mo's voice was like thunder, with strong anger and dissatisfaction, and everyone looked at him in surprise at the same time.