Tang Jun naturally passed the ball to Yin Sen, Yin Sen took the ball very smoothly, poured it a few times, and gave it to Wang Jianfei, in fact, there was no other meaning, but just at the beginning, Yin Sen wanted to let everyone enter the state as soon as possible through this, basically he would do this before the start of every game. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Damn, Brother Sen is Brother Sen, and he is still so handsome with the ball" Wang Hengyue sighed like a nymphomaniac on the side, making Ding Guang not far away shudder.

But Wang Hengyue's words are not casually said, for measuring the level of a player, the ball holding technique is undoubtedly an important indicator, which may not be clear to ordinary people, but Wang Hengyue and Fu Fenghua, who are in the professional circle, are very clear, the state of the players on the game is different from usual, so when playing, they often can't play their due level, of course, some people come crazy except for the type of players, so for the players who receive the ball, there is no doubt that the difficulty will be improved. Keeping the ball in place is the only way to get into a normal attacking rhythm, which is especially important in quick counter-attacks.

Fu Fenghua didn't say anything, but there was some appreciation in his eyes.

Amin wanted to interfere, but Yin Sen dodged the defense with a sideways move.

Wang Hengyue didn't mean to rob, he stood not far away and looked at Yin Sen, like a spectator, which made Ah Ming very dissatisfied, and said angrily: "Be positive, otherwise you will lose."

Wang Hengyue didn't care: "Oh, hehe, it's okay, give me more balls, and I win."

Ah Ming almost didn't stand firm when he heard this, and thought to himself, are you swaying like you're playing football, and you still say that Bao wins? Besides, I'm the striker, you can dare to say that as a wide player, where do you put me?

The opponent's formation and the player's position made Yin Sen see Zhou Xi who was lonely in the midfield, Ding Guang did not lean towards the middle, but seemed to really transfer the entire defensive task to Fu Fenghua, saying that it was too late and that was fast, and after getting rid of Ah Ming's interference again, Yin Sen adjusted a step sideways and easily sent the ball to Zhou Xi's body, which often appeared in previous training with such routines, so Zhou Xi did not feel much surprise, took a step forward, stretched out his feet to control the ball, and did not stand up, and directly took the ball forward, in front of him, only the burly man - Fu Fenghua.

At this time, Wang Hengyue turned into a football commentator again, and said loudly: "This ball is really comfortable, it would be great if it was passed to me, Team Fu, hurry up and kick it...."

Yin Sen heard Wang Hengyue shouting at Team Fu, and immediately felt that he was going to suffer, this guy didn't pay attention to some occasions when he spoke, and hurriedly shouted: "Okay, hurry up and play football, don't talk nonsense"

He glared at him again and hinted at it before Wang Hengyue understood what he meant.

Wang Hengyue finally stopped talking and silently rushed to his own half.

However, if something is said well, the speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

This "Fu Team" doesn't feel anything in other people's ears, but it sounds a little weird in the "Messi" who is known as a star and doesn't know it.

"Messi" happened to be sitting on the right side of the court at this time, and happened to hear Wang Hengyue's words.

"Messi" first muttered to himself: "Team Fu, Team Fu, it seems that you have heard it somewhere, is anyone called Team Fu?" ”

Then, he asked left and right, "Did you hear this person shouting at Team Fu just now?" ”

Someone: "Hear me, what?" ”

"Messi": "Don't you think Team Fu sounds familiar? ”

Someone: "Familiar?" No, oh, you're "Messi" and we're of different grades...."

"Messi": "Seriously, you will die for me"

Someone: "......"

Then, "Messi" asked Feng Jian: "Crazy, did you hear it?"

Feng Jian said: "It seems to be called Team Fu."

"Messi": "You don't feel familiar either? ”

Feng Jian had a clear conscience: "This, I don't seem to have heard of it"

He didn't delve into Feng Jian's weird expression "Messi", and he was trying to search in his mind for the two faces he had just seen and the name called "Team Fu".

Compared with "Messi", others seem to pay more attention to the situation on the field, due to Yin Sen's pass, now the front court has formed a 1-on-1 situation, Zhou Xi takes the ball, Fu Fenghua is not far in front, other players, although there are thousands of players who want to chase back or want to cooperate, but the difference is still a little far, and whether it is a player on or off the field, for this one-on-one PK is still quite like, men are aggressive after all, so those who want to go back to defend stopped, and those who want to step forward to assist also slowed down.

Wang Hengyue commented: "Damn, heads-up, look, offensive advantage"

Yin Sen heard it on the side, and was speechless, although Yin Sen's theory of offensive advantage is still reasonable on the professional field, but when these words came out of Wang Hengyue's mouth, Yin Sen always felt a little strange, but your teammates over there are defending the iron gate known as Shenghua, where did you see this offensive advantage.

Yin Sen looked at Wang Hengyue, but at this time, Wang Hengyue also happened to look at Yin Sen, and said with a smile: "Brother Sen, that's what you said."

Yin Sen finally understood that Wang Hengyue still remembered what he said at the beginning, such a long memory.

Somewhat touched.

"Alright, play well, let me see how good you really are," Yin Sen said

"Good!" Wang Hengyue replied in a loud voice.

However, the current focus is indeed Zhou Xi.

He dribbles the ball forward, quite chic, I have to say that many players in the team, Zhou Xi must be in the forefront in terms of figure, Yin Sen even thinks that Zhou Xi's figure is the same as Kaka's, the same white, long legs, such physical conditions to bring the ball cleanly, will be more pleasing to the eye.

There should be a subtle connection between the size and the spectacle of the game, Bergkamp's most classic back-to-back pass, as well as Zidane's Marseille maneuver, the reason why there are more fans, in addition to the superb skills of these two people, the body should also make them add a lot of points.

At this point, Yin Sen sighed to himself.

Zhou Xi's progress is obvious, while moving forward quickly, he still has a good control of the ball, compared to Meng Lang's style of play that he used to like to travel the ball far away and then chase after him, it is undoubtedly much more professional.

But Yin Sen knew that Zhou Xi was going to be in big trouble today.

Ding Guang deliberately stopped the pace of chasing back, so that Zhou Xi got this real one-on-one situation, Zhou Xi controlled the ball, and Fu Fenghua stood alone in the middle and backfield, if there was a gust of wind and a few leaves, maybe someone would be sad and crying.

Everyone in the audience shouted: "Zhou Xi is single-handed, Zhou Xi is single-handed." Zhou Xi rose up. ”

At this time, Zhou Xi seems to be full of confidence, and he knows the changes he has made in the past few months.

The team played the provincial competition, he also participated in a lot of games, coupled with the usual training and friendly matches, enough for him to grope some of the forwards' doorway, if the opponent knows his dribbling and passing habits, he may also worry about being recognized, but today's opponent can be said to be the most unfamiliar to him in the whole field, so he still believes that he has the ability to pass the opponent, as for whether the opponent is from the professional circle, this is simply impossible.

Fu Fenghua didn't seem to have moved much, he still stood quietly, but looking at Zhou Xi's eyes at his feet was more focused, except for this, nothing else seemed to arouse his interest.

Soon, Zhou Xi came to Fu Fenghua's side, relying on his long legs, Zhou Xi made several feints in a row, and with the effect of fake and real, the audience under the audience sang in unison.

But the result was not ideal, Fu Fenghua's center of gravity did not move at all, he bent his body, like a wolf quietly waiting for his prey.

At this time, Zhou Xi suddenly saw Fu Fenghua's eyes, at this time he saw Fu Fenghua's eyes up close for the first time, maybe he was a little contemptuous of his opponent before, but when he saw these eyes, this contempt disappeared, and even, a trace of panic floated in his heart, Fu Fenghua's thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes were calm, there were no waves, and there was nothing strange about it, but Zhou Xi saw the monstrous waves, and he was like a flat boat, unable to escape.

Originally, Zhou Xi had decided to break through from the front, although he didn't think of what to do, but he was confident that he would definitely be able to see the flaws of his opponent, but at this time, he was shaken.

There was only one step between the two, seeing that the opponent still didn't move, Zhou Xi gritted his teeth, he changed his mind, when he touched the ball with his right foot, he knocked the ball sideways, and the ball stopped moving forward in a straight line, just like the river hitting the rock diversion, changing the direction, Zhou Xi felt that the ball touched the ball a little harder, and then he also accelerated the frequency of running, Zhou Xi gave up the opportunity to break through Fu Fenghua head-on, instead, he wanted to use a safer way to bypass the opponent from the side.

His idea is right, the reason why this is more secure is because of the change of direction and acceleration, Zhou Xi is the active party, he controls the timing of the change of direction, he can also take the initiative to accelerate, to catch the opponent off guard, more importantly, it takes time for the opponent to turn around, from the flexibility, Zhou Xi feels that he has an advantage, so he used a little more power this time, intending to directly accelerate past the opponent, and be able to adjust the direction of movement of the ball again.

This is Zhou Xi's calculation, he also did it, and his execution has always been good.

But sometimes the gap between amateur and professional is much bigger than imagined.

Undoubtedly, Fu Fenghua is a professional player, and the one he has the most contact with is the striker, the best striker in China.

As a centre-back, a lot of times he is a manager who manages the entire backline, but, at the end of the day, a centre-back is still a defender and defensive skills are a must-have skill for him.

Although Fu Fenghua was just standing like that, his eyes were plain, but he saw much more things than the vast majority of people on and off the field, he saw Zhou Xi's dribbling frequency, speed, and left and right foot swing habits, he could accurately feel the strength of Zhou Xi's touch to the ball with each foot, and the distance that the ball could roll each time, he calculated the time it took for Zhou Xi to chase the ball, and the time it took to kick the ball out of the middle again. These things seem quite complicated to outsiders, and they may require the help of mathematical tools, but for Fu Fenghua, who has experienced nearly ten seasons of the top league, perhaps, it is just a thought, a habit.

In Fu Fenghua's eyes, Zhou Xi, who thought he was as cunning as a fox, was like a blank sheet of paper, and the angle and eyes of his right foot touching the ball had completely betrayed himself.

The moment he touched the ball, Fu Fenghua had already started, even faster than the start of Zhou Xi, who was speeding up immediately, it was really quiet like a virgin, moving like a rabbit, although Fu Fenghua's figure was a little worse compared to a virgin, but it was definitely as fast as lightning.

Half turned around, when he kicked out, it happened that Zhou Xi had kicked out the ball, and before accelerating, Fu Fenghua inserted it diagonally, like a very unreasonable third party, but he still obeyed the law, relaxed, Fu Fenghua controlled the ball, leaving Zhou Xi with a burly back, and Zhou Xi, who was impatient and annoyed, didn't have time to close his feet, and hit it straight. Fu Fenghua didn't dodge with the ball, so he let Zhou Xi hit his back, and Zhou Xi was able to stabilize his footing with the force of a collision.

Zhou Xi felt a little scared at this time, his speed had already risen, when the ball was taken away just now, he just stumbled under his feet, if it wasn't blocked in front, he would probably fall out directly, and the consequences would be much worse.

It was a clean tackle, undisputed.

"Damn, Zhou Xi is defeated..."

"Sure enough, I can only be a substitute."

"The Opponent's Best Sixth Man"

"But the ball was really clean"

"It's awesome to rob, Zhou Xi is stupid...."

"Zhou Xi was shown off"

And Zhou Xi, one of the protagonists of the story, could only silently walk back to the half-time, he had nothing to say about losing this battle, or a deep sense of powerlessness had risen in his heart.