Yes, after seeing Yu Yihuan's strength clearly, Qin Yiyu saw the hope that Yizhong could still win. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But this hope does not come from Yu Yihong, but more from Jun Mo.

Yu Yixiang has the possibility of breaking through Qingyang's goal, but he must have the ball.

After such an attack, Qingyang will never give Yu Yihuan a chance to get the ball again.

It's like pouring cold water on a beast that has lost its mind.

Qingyang, who had previously pressed on the siege of No. 1 Middle School like a frenzie, will begin to pay attention to the protection of the backcourt after experiencing such a thrilling blow.

"This guy... Have the ability to change the game on their own. ”

Chen Ce looked at Yu Yihuan and made up his mind to seal Yu Yihuan, after the opening, Chen Ce had a premonition that he couldn't let Lu Yihuan take the ball.

But after being equalized by Yizhong, Chen Ce put all his attention on attacking, so he relaxed his vigilance against Yu Yihuan.

"Just a slight negligence on him almost ruined the game, what a terrible guy."

Chen Ce looked at Yu Yihuan with palpitations, and a trace of worry appeared on Yu Yihuan's always calm face.

"Damn... I almost got in..."Yu Yi muttered harmoniously, very unwilling.

Qin Yiyu looked at Jun Mo on the field, Jun Mo's expression was very anxious, if it was in the past, he would go up and taunt when Yu Yihuan's ball didn't score, but he was not in the mood at all now, he even expected that it would be great if Yu Yihuan's ball could be scored.

"What to do... What should I do... I don't want to lose... I don't want a draw either, I want to win... I want to win... How do I do that? What the hell should I do!!??? Jun Mo kept asking himself, and his mind was already a mess.

"Calm down... Jun Mo.... The first thing you have to do now is calm down... Have you noticed that the key to victory or defeat lies in you... It's about whether you can get the ball back. Qin Yuyu secretly felt in his heart.

***

Qingyang's attack, the ball came to Chen Ce's feet again.

The consumption of physical strength made the defensive intensity of No. 1 Middle School drop a lot, and Chen Ce felt extremely relaxed.

But when he turned around, Jun Mo appeared in front of him again.

At this time, Jun Mo was already sweating, his hair was wet, and it was messily attached to his forehead, and his eyes burst into essence, like a desperate beast.

"Don't be delusional, with your own strength, you want to stop the cooperation of our whole team, do you think you are a genius?" Facing Jun Mo, who was dying and struggling, Chen Ce, who was eager for victory, was also a little anxious. Jun Mo has become the last stumbling block that hinders Qingyang's goal, it is stinky and hard, and everyone else has almost given up the game, but Jun Mo is still running desperately, and he uses his own running to interfere with the advancement of Qingyang's entire team.

Jun Mo covered the entire midfield with one person's running, and the consumption of physical strength was also several times that of Chen Ce, and Jun Mo at this time could not be as exaggerated as before.

Chen Ce saw Jun Mo's exhaustion and wanted to shake Jun Mo directly with an acceleration, but a sneer made Chen Ce's body shake, and he only took half a step.

"Huh."

"What!" Chen Ce's eyes flashed, and he looked at Jun Mo in front of him in disbelief, Jun Mo was actually laughing.

"Yes, I'm not a genius." Jun Mo paused, the corners of his mouth grinned, and the eyes that had been looking at me Chen Ce's feet suddenly rose, "But, I'm the hanging king!" ”

Jun Mo suddenly struck, and it was a tackle action.

Chen Ce, Shu Huai, Qin Yiyu, Yu Yihuan, Tan Xiao, Deng Jianguo, Qin Hao and others were all taken aback.

Chen Ce instinctively flicked the ball, and Jun Mo led people to shovel Chen Ce down.

The referee's whistle blew and awarded Jun Mo a foul, but fortunately, the action was not big, and the referee did not issue a yellow card.

Others only thought it was an ordinary tackle, but only Chen Ce and Qin Yiyu could feel the mystery of this ball.

"Why so suddenly... The action is so hidden..."Chen Ce had palpitations, Jun Mo's previous ball-grabbing actions were all huge, and he couldn't wait to shout at the other party more than ten meters away to tell the other party that he was going to grab the ball, but this time, there was no warning.

"Jun Mo... Are you mimicking my breaking technique... But..."Qin Yiyu's eyes flowed, as if he was thinking about something.

***

The game has been played for 90 minutes and is about to enter injury time, Qingyang's attacks are wave after wave, and the whole middle is out of breath.

Only Jun Mo was left exhausted, and even his physical strength had reached the end, he saved the opponent's pass many times in a row, and the defense gradually became useless, just insisting on it with a will.

Although the score is still 2:2, everyone present has such a premonition that Qingyang's goal is only a matter of time.

Jun Mo made another tackle, Chen Ce passed him and then took a straight kick, Qingyang's left wing-back cut inside and shot the ball out of the far corner, and the left wing-back hugged his head in pain.

But Jun Mo is more painful than him.

"Damn, why can't I catch the opponent's ball after a week of learning defensive skills?"

Jun Mo recalled in his mind what Qin Zhiyu taught, Qin Zhiyu has always emphasized that no matter what type of defense, it must first be built on excellent frontal defense skills, although Qin Zhiyu's own defense seems to be elegant and treacherous, it is also based on the hard power of defense, plus his own reading and understanding of the game.

"Jun Mo, do you understand?" Qin Yiyu looked at Jun Mo, last night, he gave Jun Mo the last lesson, Jun Mo's defensive skills have not progressed, he is really helpless, football is a sport that requires a lot of brains, especially his style of play, every minute and every second is calculating the opponent, predicting the opponent's running position and passing route, so he can often cut off the opponent's ball when the opponent is not paying attention.

Although Jun Mo has excellent physical fitness, he is still too lacking in football experience, and the awareness of these things needs to be accumulated through a lot of games to slowly develop, besides, Jun Mo's own temperament does not look like the kind of person who likes to play football with his mind.

Therefore, Qin Yiyu said to Jun Mo on the last night: "Jun Mo, there is diversity in football, and every player will have a style of play that suits him best. If you look at world football, there is no all-round player, because with the development and progress of football, the function of each position has become more and more distinct, and although the overall quality of the player has improved, it is the wisest thing to concentrate on cultivating your own style and characteristics in the case of limited energy.

My style may not suit you very well, and the really good defensive skills should be the ones that best suit you. ”

After finishing speaking, Jun Mo immediately pestered Qin Zhiyu to teach him to defend, obviously he didn't put this at ease, Qin Zhiyu had no choice but to continue to teach Jun Mo to play football, and the night passed like this.

"Jun Mo, now, can you understand?" Qin Yiyu said softly.