"Zhao Xuan, good job!" Zhao Xuan made another tackle on the ground, destroying the football at Bharati's feet, and Yuan Dongshuai praised loudly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shahril was by Yuan Dongshuai's side: "Crazy, don't just watch others perform, you have to do it!" You've got to pass me the football! ”

"Passing the football to you? Can you control the ball? "Yuan Dongshuai poked people in the sore spots, and he has never missed, and this time is no exception.

Shahrir jumped to his feet and said, "Who hasn't made a mistake?" I can control the ball! ”

"Stop teasing me! I've given you five balls so far, which one of the best have you been able to control the ball? If you can't control it, you can't control it well, don't use mistakes as an excuse! Yuan Dongshuai said unceremoniously.

"Can I be blamed for this? Someone in Yining No. 3 is specifically guarding me! Give me a chance and I'll be able to handle your passing!" Shahrir knew that he was wrong, and his attitude was no longer so tough, and it became a pledge.

"Why should I trust you?" This game is related to the ownership of the championship, Yuan Dongshuai, as the core of the team's offensive organization, cannot be careless, he must clearly know how Shahril can get rid of the opponent's marking!

Shahrir was asked, unable to answer for a long time: "Well... If you look at Yining No. 3 Middle School, even if Bharati is targeted by Zhao Crossbow, they will pass the football to Bharati! Give me more chances, there will always be a time, I can grasp it! ”

"When you seize the opportunity, the daylily is cold!" Yuan Dongshuai decisively ended the conversation and threw himself into the game.

Shahrir gritted his teeth and began to think about how to get rid of the guards in Yining No. 3.

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In terms of the excitement of the game, no one will be disappointed by the fans who tuned in to watch this final.

But they also have some regrets in their hearts, because thirty minutes passed and neither side scored!

The commentator of Xinjiang Meilu sighed: "Before the game started, everyone guessed that it would be a goal battle, a game in which the two sides competed for offensive ability.

But the coaches of both sides gave different answers, they were competing defensively!

Whoever can't hold back first and makes a mistake in defense will be in an absolute passive position.

With little time left in the first half, who will break the balance early and make tactical changes?

Will there be an accident on the pitch that will change the course of the game? Will the goal come?

It was a great game, and it was a game that took a lot of energy from both players! ”

The commentator of Xinjiang Satellite TV paid more attention to the state of the players on the field: "The strength of Yining No. 3 Middle School is strong, and the madman God of War does not dare to step forward easily, most of the time he shrinks in the backfield of No. 1 Middle School, relying on long passes to organize attacks!"

Shahrir should have received the most passes from the madman God of War, but unfortunately he was marked by the players of Yining No. 3 Middle School, and the number of times he won the ball was the least in the team, so it was difficult for Shahrir to play his role, he hiberned for a full thirty minutes, and in the rest of the first half, could he break out once?

The left side of No. 1 Middle School has been severely restricted, and the left side of Yining No. 3 Middle School has not played extraordinarily.

Huerxi is equivalent to the madman god of war in No. 1, but Huersi's ability is far weaker than that of the madman god of war, he is not the core of the offensive organization of Yining No. 3 Middle School, he is just Bharati's passer, so far, under the restriction of Zhao Xuan, Huerxi has only successfully completed a limited number of passes.

Bharati was restrained, and Zhao Xuan's marking was very successful! However, I'm worried about Zhao, who runs far more than average, will he be able to hold out until the end of the race? Or will he be able to hold out until the end of the first half? ”

Stalemate, anxious fans.

The fans of Yining No. 3 Middle School are very anxious, and the fans of No. 1 Middle School are also anxious.

But they didn't shout for a goal for fear that the players would be under too much pressure and play out of order.

Zhou Yu held the camera and slapped at Yuan Dongshuai: "Crazy, you have been silent for so long, should you break out?" ”

Zhou Yutong's camera hung around her neck, she held her hands tightly together, and her eyebrows were tightly twisted together: "Crazy, you can bring victory to No. 1 Middle School, you can bring champions to No. 1 Middle School, I believe in you!" ”

Bi Jing only cared for Murthy: "Wood, I'm silently supporting you, guard the door, don't let the opponent's Bharati score!" ”

Praying and looking forward to it, Zhou Yu, Zhou Yutong, and Bi Jing were paying attention to the game on the field while paying attention to the time on the big screen.

Every minute and second has passed so long, and it is so short, the days are like years, and it feels like a shuttle of time.

This confused sense of time drives them crazy, and it also drives all the fans crazy!

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"Shahril breaks through with the ball! Shahrir passes the ball to Babur! Babur knocks back Shahril! Shahrir stabbed! The ball rolls under the goalkeeper's crotch into the net! Luo Ni roared excitedly.

"After 45 minutes of silence, Shahrir seized the last second and scored the winner of the first half!" Xue Guer was also very excited, and his voice was not much smaller than Luo Ni!

The teachers and students of No. 1 Middle School were all overjoyed, and all their emotions exploded in an instant! Ariel is no exception: "Teachers, students, get high! Dance the Pusna with me! ”

Thousands of teachers and students, tens of thousands of "foreign aides" in Karamay City, all with their backs to the court, hooked shoulders on their backs, their bodies swaying and shaking rhythmically, and many of them waved fan scarves in their hands.

While jumping, he shouted: "The left is king!" The left side is king。。。 ”

The momentum was spectacular and strong, and the fans who came to the scene to watch the game were deeply infected, and many people shouted slogans!

Amid the cheers and shouts, the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half, and the players of No. 1 Middle School, with smiles on their faces, walked into the locker room in groups.

In the dressing room, Yuan Xiti applauded vigorously and said loudly: "We played a perfect first half, especially Shahrir, who had limited chances to get the ball but scored a crucial goal, and we applaud him!" ”

The teenagers of No. 1 Middle School all stood up and applauded Shahrir, the hero of the goal, and many players even shouted the slogan of the fans: "Shahrir, we love you!" ”

Shahrir is proud of himself, but at this time, he has learned to be low-key and reserved: "Good luck, pure luck!" ”

"Good luck is always reserved for those who are prepared, Shahrir, in the second half of the first half, you kept looking for cooperation with Babur, and even caught up with Zhao Crossbow in the running distance, this goal is the result of your hard work! You don't have to be humble, you deserve our applause and cheers for you! Yuan Xiti knows the value of Shahrir's goal, so he praised Shahrir in a high-profile manner, hoping that Shahril will complete more shots and more goals with a sense of pride!

praised Shalier, Yuan Xiti also had to care for the hardest, most tired, and most important Zhao crossbow in the team: "Zhao crossbow boy, go and lie down on the massage table, the masseur of the city youth team, massage your muscles for you!" ”

Zhao Xuan was flattered, you must know that in the middle school team, there is no masseuse, Yuan Xiti specially invited the masseur of the city youth team for himself, the care is self-evident!

Zhao Xuan touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "I have a sensitive body, as soon as others touch me, I will itch all over my body, I can't help laughing, let the masseur fiddle with me, I'm afraid I will die of laughter in the locker room!" ”

The masseur of the city's youth team, who is very experienced, ordered loudly: "You go to the massage table and lie down!" ”

Zhao Xuan looked at Yuan Xiti as if asking for help, and Yuan Xiti said solemnly: "Obedient!" ”

His arm couldn't twist his thigh, and Zhao Xuan obediently lay on the massage table.

The masseur approached step by step, and the frightened Zhao Xuan, with his hair standing on end, grabbed the edge of the massage table with both hands, and got rid of the little daughter-in-law who was about to be humiliated.

The masseuse's hands were placed on Zhao Xuan's shoulders, and Zhao Xuan felt a force penetrating through his muscles and bones, which was very comfortable.

But when the masseuse's hands pressed on his waist, Zhao crossbow was like an electric bolt, rubbed it, bounced up, and laughed strangely, and shouted: "It's too itchy, let me go!" ”

The masseur shook his head, walked into the shower next to the locker room, and started putting hot water!

"Boy, take off your clothes and lie down in the bathtub!" The masseur ordered.

Under Yuan Xiti's stern gaze, Zhao Xuan did not disobey the masseuse's order, lay down in the white porcelain bathtub, and started to take a bath comfortably!

It was very comfortable, Zhao Xuan's muscles began to relax, and the masseur also tried to massage Zhao Xuan's thigh muscles and calf muscles!

Zhao Xuan, who was lying in the water, had a sharp weakening of the sensitivity of his body, and he did not react too radically in the face of the masseur's aggression. (To be continued.) )