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Nothing happened to the goalkeeper!

Nothing happened to anyone!

Their eyes are all on Yi Peng!

Because Yi Peng is the real dazzling eagle!

3：4！

After 85 minutes of the game, the score became 3:4!

Moriei overtook the score!

"Captain, so handsome!"

"Worthy of the captain!"

"The captain's Dapeng is really invincible!"

"Captain! We won, hahaha! ”

Senying's players hugged Yi Peng like kindergarten children running to the teacher, and their faces were filled with childlike innocent and happy smiles, and it was clear that this almost all-substitute squad was something to celebrate even if it defeated a weak team like Yizhong.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted on the field, and from a certain angle, the green football field seemed to turn into a sea of red fire, but compared to Moriei, the hearts of the players were the color of ice cubes.

No one moved.

No one moved, not even the goalkeeper took the ball out of the net.

It was as if the clock had reached 90 minutes, as if the whistle had blown for the end of the game.

Deng Jianguo and Yang Zhe seem to be surprised, but they are helpless, Yi Peng's strength, he knows it. Chen Zijie twisted his eyebrows, although he seemed to be unwilling, but that unwillingness was fleeting, and he was more helpless.

The girl in the stands was still full of smiles, and she looked at Zhuang Yihuan in the distance with a smile: "Hehe, what is he muttering?" “

The muscles on Zhuang Yihuan's face did not change at all, but there seemed to be a strange look, that was amazement? Is it despair? Or is it delight, even excitement?

"Is the Roc spreading its wings? Those team members seem to say so, this is a volley side hook, right? It can't be regarded as a barb, is the name of this volley side hook shot? Oh, it's quite interesting, such a shot can indeed be unexpected, and at the same time very ornamental, when competing with people for the landing point, open their hands to lean on the defender while making both of them lose their center of gravity, the attacker and the defender can not face the goal head-on and comfortably handle the football, simply can't reach the ball, shooting and clearing are very difficult, but he actually relied on his excellent volley shooting skills, the lose-lose situation into an absolute advantage situation in his favor.

I'm really not good at this kind of shooting action, since there is an exclusive name like Dapeng spreading its wings, it means that the success rate of his shooting with this kind of action is very high, right? Even among the world-class stars, the only ones who can use the volley side hook as a regular way to score are Ibrahimovic and Suarez!

Yi Peng... Yi Peng... Interesting... Interesting..."

Niu Ben didn't move, he stood in place like a wood, his empty eyes staring at his feet, not knowing what he was looking at.

He didn't look at anything, and he didn't get angry anymore.

After Yi Peng came on the field, Niu Ben was played by Yi Peng again and again, and his anger value became higher and higher, and he finally thought that he had "defeated" Yi Peng, but he was scored by Yi Peng, and it must be a shame for the defender to be scored by the opponent's striker, and it was even more humiliating to be scored by the opponent's striker with such a difficult fancy move, but he couldn't be angry anymore, because he was desperate, as if he was splashed with a basin of ice water to extinguish the last flame.

He finally clearly realized the gap between himself and Yi Peng, who was only bent on making the ball for his teammates and making his teammates play with confidence, and when Yi Peng wanted to lead the attack on his own and led the team by scoring his own goals, he had no way to defend at all.

That's the end of it, I, I still can't.

"Don't worry, the Iraqi team is the number one striker in the league."

Feeling an electric current surging through his temples, Niu Ben's consciousness was pulled back from the confusion and chaos by this voice, and Deng Jianguo was walking towards him with a helpless smile on his face.

The league's number one striker?

Zhuang Yihe and Jun Mo couldn't help but be attracted by these words, and looked at Deng Jianguo at the same time.

Deng Jianguo walked in front of Niu Ben and continued to say to Niu Ben: "Yes, Yi Peng won the league's top scorer in his freshman year of high school, although Luo Feiyi, who lost to Xingchen by one goal in the sophomore season, ranked second, but the strength of Sen Ying and Xingchen was not the same at that time, the number of opportunities obtained by the two is very different, besides, Yi Peng's number of assists is also more than Luo Feiyi, combined with other data, the performance on the offensive line and the contribution to the team are also better than Luo Feiyi, the title of the first striker in the league, Deserved. ”

Niu Ben was stunned, the Zhulu League is the prosperity of Shenzhou City, and there are a lot of related reports, although he has not fought with Yi Peng, but he has heard of Yi Peng's name in junior high school, but he doesn't know so much detail, listening to Deng Jianguo's analysis, I didn't expect Yi Peng to be the first striker in the league, Niu Ben felt a lot better.

Deng Jianguo was relieved that his comfort seemed to be effective, and suddenly, he heard someone next to him shouting: "What about the first striker!" We're just going to beat the number one striker! ”

Deng Jianguo turned his head mechanically, his neck stiff like a rusty gear, and then he saw Jun Mo arrogantly stretching out his finger to Yi Peng in the center of Senying's players.

As if time had stopped, the cool breeze blew the fallen leaves on the track, and the faces of the players were covered with shadows composed of countless black lines, and a wave of resentment slowly rose from the crowd.

"Stinky boy! What do you say, you rookie! ”

"Bastard!"

"You trash!"

"Looking for death!?"

"Wow!"

"Dare to call us the boss?"

"How old are you?"

"Do you want a face? The worst defender in the league! ”

"There's a kind of you saying it again!"

The Sen Ying players turned their heads and scolded almost at the same time, their eyes seemed to be lit with anger, and they seemed to rush over and eat Jun Mo.

"Haha, then you can try it!" Yi Peng stopped them and looked at Deng Jianguo: "Team Deng, Brother Mo was injured and fell to the ground and was delayed for a few minutes, but now it's almost 85 minutes, I think he seems to be unsatisfied, how about we make five minutes of stoppage time, and play for another ten minutes?" ”

Yi Peng said that the few minutes that Jun Mo was injured and delayed were the minutes when Jun Mo was hit in the face by the ball and lay on the ground and couldn't get up, Deng Jianguo listened to it and his heart tightened: "He is going to take advantage of the situation to abuse us a few more balls..." I'll have to figure out how to quit. ”

Deng Jianguo hesitated: "Team Yi... I think everyone is tired of this game... There's a league tomorrow..."

"Just what I want!" Jun Mo jumped out again, and Deng Jianguo's legs were weak and he almost didn't sit on the ground like this.

"Ten minutes is enough to score two goals to overtake you!" Jun Mo said cross-waisted.

"Hahaha, good!" Yi Peng agreed.

Jun Mo looked at Zhuang Yihuan again, and said with disdain: "Of course, the overtaking I am talking about is when I play as a striker, because it is a few weak chickens playing forward, this game may only be barely equalized, barely equalized." ”

Crowd black line.

Zhuang Yihuan turned his head in disgust and didn't look at Jun Mo, and muttered: "The first striker in the league?" Then I'll score another goal in front of the first striker..."

Jun Mo couldn't hear Zhuang Yi's harmonious voice, and covered his mouth and snickered: "Hehehehehe, the weak chicken is cowardly." ”

***

The game restarted with less than ten minutes left to play including the agreed five minutes of stoppage time.

From the moment the whistle blew, the game did not develop in the direction that Jun Mo expected, not to mention the overtake and equalization, and it was fortunate that he did not concede another goal.

The players on both sides are like the afterglow that has lost their color, and they are gradually losing their passion, their shouts are getting weaker and weaker, and their breath is becoming more and more insufficient.

But there is no weakest, only weaker.

Compared with the weaker one, Sen Ying is already very energetic.

As soon as the first middle school kicked off and passed back, the ball was given to Senying because of the mistake of stopping the ball, and the players of No. 1 Middle School had already entered the punch-in mode, some people had already begun to think about the cram school at night, some people began to think about what to eat for dinner, and some people were already thinking about what game to play at night, so the game entered Senying's siege rhythm again.

The core of the attack is naturally Yi Peng, after Sen Ying broke the ball, Nie Ran was a direct pass to the feet of Yi Peng in front of the penalty area, Yi Peng carried a turn and threw Niu Ben away, followed by a powerful shot, fortunately, this shot was slightly higher than the lintel, and Jun Mo was shocked into a cold sweat.

"Hey! What are you doing!? Jun Mo yelled at Niu Ben, although Jun Mo may not understand Niu Ben's defensive movements, he can obviously feel the decline in Niu Ben's defensive strength.

Niu Ben turned his head to look at Jun Mo, Niu Ben was a violent temper, Deng Jianguo was worried that the two would fight, so he hurriedly ran to persuade him to fight.

But when he saw Niu Ben's eyes, Jun Mo suddenly looked like a deflated ball, puzzled and puzzled. Niu Ben was not angry at all because he was scolded, his eyes were numb, and he would not respond emotionally to any abuse. Jun Mo was bored with himself, pouted and strode away.

Niu Ben has been completely crushed, his tight string has been broken with Yi Peng's move "Dapeng spreads its wings", and Deng Jianguo's comfort only saved him from guilt and caused deeper damage to his self-confidence, but for him, this game is over.

In addition, Niu Ben played the whole game, and his physical strength was basically exhausted, for Yi Peng, who had only been on the field for more than ten minutes, the current Niu Ben was like a piece of paper attached to Yi Peng's back, although it was close together, it would not cause any resistance, and could only sway with the wind.

The reason why Yi Peng's ball was high was because he fought Niu Ben hard but was not resisted, so the power of the shot was too large, but this ball also allowed Yi Peng to completely figure out the opponent's state, and the next goal will not be like this again.

***

The goal kick in No. 1 was intercepted by Sen Ying again, and Deng Jianguo's height was really unable to compete for a landing point in the midfield.

It's Yi Peng again!

There is no way to avoid it!

Now the defense line of No. 1 Middle School is like a layer of paste, which will be broken with a slight stab!

Come on!

Let's score another goal!

Let's end the game!

Yi Peng was just about to turn around, and Niu Ben behind him flew away as if he had been hit by a truck.

This surprised Yi Peng, who was preparing to fight, what was the situation? I haven't touched him yet!

"Get out of me!"

Jun Mo overthrew Niu Ben to the ground, stood in Niu Ben's original position, and stuck behind Yi Peng.

Then Yi Peng felt a strange force attack behind him, and a foot appeared from behind him and poked the ball away.

"Try to score from my feet!" Jun Mo shouted.