The mentality on the football field is a very subtle thing, the same goal, the ordinary shot and the feeling of the world wave are different, the world wave of 1 to four is even different, the normal players on the field have felt that the players of the science and technology are different in the past few minutes, plus this wonderful goal mentality has almost collapsed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The next thing is slaughter." Zhong Jing smiled confidently.

The form on the field has been completely reversed, and now the ball is almost all controlled by Polytechnic, and Polytechnic's players have mastered the rhythm after professional training.

Now that the score is ahead, they deliberately lowered the tempo and tried their best to control the ball at their feet, on the one hand, this can mobilize the normal players to grab the ball, forcing the normal players to deal with the change of the polytechnic players with the ball, and on the other hand, it is to save physical strength.

Chinese players have a big shortcoming is physical strength, what people don't understand is that they are also Asian players, South Korean players can run without dying, while Chinese professional players always have 60 minutes of physical strength.

Of course, Zhong Jing, who has a systematic analysis, knows that the reason is the training problem, and the amateurism of Chinese football is in all aspects, because the unscientific training has led to big problems in the recovery and distribution of the players' physical strength.

However, these things will not appear in Zhong Jing's team, although the relevant coaches in the team are not very professional, but Zhong Jing has long told the team the concept of controlling the rhythm of the game and distributing physical strength reasonably.

The Polytechnic players comfortably cooperated with their feet in the midfield, and they had almost used this game as their passing training, when they found that the timing was good and tried to push the ball forward again to the feet of Wang Zelong, suddenly a figure came out and intercepted the ball.

"That's?" The players on the field were surprised.

I saw that the No. 10 of the normal didn't know when he suddenly appeared to intercept the ball and then immediately passed the ball out, but after the pass, the players who received the ball would still pass the ball back to No. 10, but No. 10 would use this gap to run forward.

"Break through the midfield of Polytechnic with this method?" Zhong Jing couldn't help but praise this No. 10, knowing that his teammates were not good, but using this passing method his teammates would not have too much pressure, and he would not increase the probability of mistakes because of too much dribbling, and he could also make the football advance quickly.

The Polytechnic players who reacted quickly organized the defense, and because the normal one-stop-one-pass style of play did not let the ball stay at the feet of the players for more, the Polytechnic players had no way to grab, but they immediately stared at the frontcourt players of the Normal so that they had no way to receive the ball and shoot.

Normal's No. 10 broke all the way to the frontcourt, but the strikers have been locked by the Polytechnic Normal still has no chance, who knows that the corners of the teacher's No. 10 mouth are slightly upturned and then volleys hard and shouts: "Lao Tzu is No. 10!" Don't look down on people. ”

As soon as the words fell, the ball flew into the goal in the form of a world wave, and the score was 1:1 and Polytechnic was equalized by the teacher.

"Beautiful!" Lao Zhang danced to the coaches around him: "Who said that Chinese can't play football, do you see?" See? They just play so beautifully with kids who just play football! ”

Lao Zhang didn't care at all that his team was equalized, in his eyes, these players were only Chinese children, or children who had not been trained, so he was happy to score a goal.

But the players on the pitch are very unhappy, in their hearts they are already a professional team, how can they be scored by an amateur team? This is too embarrassing, Zhong Jing is also a little unhappy, but he can't say anything, after all, the team members have done a good job just now, and they really can't do anything about this kind of thing now.

This goal completely ignited the anger of the Polytechnic players, but Wang Zelong looked indifferent, just now he even applauded, after all, the realm is different, these players are obviously not at Wang Zelong's level, but the other players are not far behind, so they will be stimulated, Polytechnic launched a madness after this goal, and even for the normal who was already physically exhausted and only supported by No. 10, it was a terrifying attack, and at the end of the first half, the former Polytechnic scored two more goals 3:1.

At halftime, the normal players collapsed on the field, those normal players who did not play have left the training ground, they don't need to look to know what will happen next, the normal players have run out of energy, even if they take a walk, they can't hold on to the second half, to be honest, this kind of game intensity is something they have never seen before.

Sure enough, the second half of the game was completely one-sided, and there was no more alternating goals like in the first half, and the score was locked at 9:1 after the game, which was the result of everyone closing and kicking, so that the score did not go to the double.

At the end of the game, everyone didn't celebrate, it wasn't a game of equal strength, they felt that they relied on physical strength and the so-called so-called way of playing the game, which is to control the tempo or something like that, otherwise they would have lost. As at half-time, the normal players fell to the ground again after the game, when in fact some of them were already sitting on the ground before the end of the game.

"What's your name, young man?" Lao Zhang walked to Normal No. 10

"What? Does the old man want to start talking to me about the big truths of life? Number 10 fell to the ground and replied with difficulty with his eyes closed

"No, I want to invite you to join us and play in the professional league together." Lao Zhang stretched out his hand in a half-squat

I don't know if I was too tired or shocked by this sentence, No. 10's body trembled slightly, and then immediately sat up and opened Lao Zhang's hand, "What are you kidding this old man." ”

"I'm not kidding, you have a lot of potential."

No. 10 looked directly at Lao Zhang, his hands were clenched, and his body was constantly trembling, "I.. I"

"How could I be like you! I'm different from you guys, I'm fine now, you guys who go to play football are all rubbish who have been eliminated from school. After that, No. 10 pushed Lao Zhang away, got up and left.

The normal players also got up and left one after another, No. 10 walked and walked, but gradually slowed down, and finally stopped completely, after a short pause, No. 10 suddenly turned around, Zhong Jing seemed to see him seem to be crying, and shouted to the players of the Polytechnic University, "You must kick out, you must kick out on behalf of those of us who can't play in the professional league, we must not let foreigners look down on us anymore, we are not bad seeds, you are all good, now I am your fan, my dream will be handed over to you, I'm sorry for you. After speaking, Fang Shuo bowed.

In the face of Fang Shuo's bowing and Fang Shuo's tears, the players of the Polytechnic University were very heavy, yes, the Chinese football dream is so simple, so simple that it is so simple that others do not look down on us, but such a simple football dream is so difficult to realize. They suddenly feel that they are not so simple in their football, they play too much, including the future of Chinese football, including the dreams of thousands of young people who can't play football, they can't play because their ability is not as good as theirs, just because they are not lucky.

Wang Zelong clenched his fist with one hand and raised it high: "Hey! Fang Shuo, don't worry, my fans won't cry when I play football. ”

Today is an ordinary day and an extraordinary day, Polytechnic FC have gained their first fan, and this fan plays better than most players, and has more potential than most players, but he can only be a fan. The Polytechnic players are training harder and they know they have more on their shoulders now. And Zhong Jing thoroughly believes that there are countless Messi and Ronaldo hidden in China, "Isn't it time to go to the system to see?" Zhong Jing thought

"Welcome to the Super Soccer system, you are now level LV2 experience 13 points 0. 5”

During this period of time, the work of the club made Zhong Jing's experience grow quickly, but the secondary score almost did not rise, except for the first team training increased by 0. 2 After the other team training matches have never risen, the ball girl told Zhong Jing that the first time he does something, he will give more points, and in the future, he will contribute more points to Chinese football, that is to say, the system thinks that the national football of the team training team after the end has almost no contribution so it does not give points, but today's match gave 0. 3 points.

"Ball girl, my gold finger can be used, I want to use gold finger." Zhong Jing had to summon another player before the registration ended.

"Do you want an 11-player summon mode or a positional summon."

"The position calls for midfielders." Fang Shuo's image left on Zhong Jing was too high, and he felt that his team was lacking an organizer and commander like him.

"Searching for eligible players... Six players have been selected for you. ”

Zhong Jing looked at these six players, although they are all midfielders, but there are offensive biases, defensive biases and organizational biases, just this Luo Dabin looks at the data is a midfield engine, with a comprehensive value of 38, this data is much higher than when Wang Zelong was summoned for the first time"

"You have selected the player Luo Dabin."