A wave of anger rose from Zhou Xi's chest, he was unwilling, he tried his best to stretch his legs to the maximum, without support, he turned the outstretched foot at an angle, then straightened his toes, and poked forward with all his strength, at this time Zhou Xi had only one thought in his mind, kicking the ball away from the opponent's feet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He did it.

Although he didn't really "poke" it, his long legs were stretched with all his might, and his thumb and instep luckily hit the ball, but unfortunately the ball did not kick to the back of No. 10 Yin Sen as he expected, but slowly rolled to the right, where there was a fighter striker.

The No. 10 player, who was perfectly passed, but was destroyed at the last moment, was not in a good mood, although from the current point of view, it was his own player who took the ball, but after all, he was in control of the ball, he did not stop, straight into the middle, and shouted at the same time: "Go forward!" ”

The idea was that letting the right striker hold the ball would pass to him, and that would be a perfect one-on-one chance.

He had a good idea, but only if the striker on the right side had to hold the ball first, even though the ball did roll straight towards the striker and he was closest to the ball.

However, mistakes often happen one after another.

The scene of the No. 10 pass just now, the two strikers of the fighter are in their eyes, from the third party, this is indeed a very easy pass, think about it, after passing the person will continue to move forward, the striker's heart is how to cooperate with him, so at the moment of the 10th pass, the two strikers also started, and at the same time forward.

It was supposed to be a textbook match in a five-a-side game, and if it went well, it would not be difficult to score a goal, and it would be nice to say that it was the best goal, but the confident pass of the number 10 was interfered with at the last minute, and although the ball was still rolling in the path of the fighter team, the ball was much slower, and under the hindrance of the turf, it seemed that it could stop at any time, but as long as the right striker took a step diagonally and stretched his foot to get the ball.

But he didn't move, he couldn't move, his center of gravity had leaned forward, he wanted to rush forward quickly, he was ready to sprint forward. But No. 10's sentence: "Give forward" made him stunned.

As soon as he turned around and saw the ball rolling towards him, he did want to turn around and pick it up, but anyone who plays football knows that it takes time to adjust the center of gravity, especially for amateur football enthusiasts, and in the face of this situation, it is not uncommon to wrestle directly or strain muscles.

So, he could only adjust his center of gravity while hatefully watching the ball slowly rolling towards him, facing the urging of the No. 10 and the anxious eyes of the striker on the other side, with a helpless face.

Finally, he turned around, but a gust of wind blew behind him.

Ding Guang was like lightning, defending from behind him, facing the opponent who had no action, Ding Guang did not pause for a moment, and directly stepped forward to take the ball away.

Zhou Xi, who was still in the middle circle, had already stood up, and the robbery just now made his thighs feel a little cramping, and the fighter No. 10 at this time was no longer by his side, and was rapidly moving forward. The opposition's left striker was further away from him. He is now alone, unattended.

The fighter team ignored an opposing striker standing in his backfield, but Ding Guang saw that as a defender, he did not have a good sense of carrying the ball forward, so Yin Sen asked Wang Jianfei to participate in the attack when arranging the troops, because Ding Guang's offensive ability was far less outstanding than his defensive ability.

The fighter team finally saw the current situation clearly, the No. 10 player and the two strikers began to pounce on Ding Guang frantically, just like they performed in the next half, facing the momentum of the three, Ding Guang was in a hurry to get out of the ball, so he saw Zhou Xi, who was unmarked.

Ding Guang passes.

A very simple pass, the distance between the two is only four or five meters, there is no difficulty.

Zhou Xi also took the ball very naturally, turned around, and according to his urine, he naturally went straight in. Time is running out, and this is the last chance.

But..

"Ouch!"

As soon as he took a step out, Zhou Xi felt the thigh twitching sensation in his right foot getting worse and worse, especially the moment his right foot hit the ground, which is a typical symptom of an adductor muscle strain.

"It's miserable!" Zhou Xi thought to himself, although there was a feeling of immortality in his heart, he was still facing considerable embarrassment.

"Damn, single knife, Zhou Xi pig, what are you doing?"

"You're starting to think about life, too."

"Attack, attack"

I don't know who started to heckle regularly.

The Dutchman on the field hurriedly said: "Rush! "They see hope of winning.

But now who knows the bitterness in Zhou Xi's heart! His mind was suddenly a little confused.

Old Tang saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and Zhou Xi at this moment seemed to have become Balotelli in his eyes, of course, at that moment.

"Zhou Xi, pass!" Among the many voices, mixed with this sentence, I don't know if the voice is particularly heavy, or the tone is particularly familiar, which suddenly made Zhou Xi wake up in the chaos, like a dose of Huoxiang Zhengqi water after heat stroke.

Zhou Xi looked up.

I don't know when, Yin Sen was already standing in front of the small penalty area, he leaned on the defender who blocked him behind him, and stretched out a hand to greet Zhou Xi.

"Give!"

Yin Sen shouted again.

Yin Sen's words have always been quite good in the Dutch team, and Old Tang's words, although everyone is also very supportive, are more of a brother-like majesty, although they are obedient, but occasionally they will fight a little bit on their lips.

But for Yin Sen, it's different. Yin Sen rarely talked to them about football accidents, and Yin Sen's previous affairs were all inquired about by himself or listened to what Lao Tang and Feng Jian said.

In their hearts, Yin Sen is the kind of hero who sees the head of the dragon and does not see the end, when you come to you inadvertently, he will suppress the audience with peerless martial arts, so that you have the illusion of worship.

Yes, it's a cult-like feeling.

It is a kind of football lover, who is impressed by the "superior" of football, although he does not speak, but his body is obedient.

"Oh" Zhou Xi subconsciously responded, but he didn't know who could hear such a soft voice.

Zhou Xi gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and passed the ball at his feet, he used all his strength, afraid that the ball would be caught up by the fighter players behind him, and at the same time he also believed that Yin Sen, no matter how difficult it was, Yin Sen could always get it.

The injured right foot is already difficult to control in the case of exerting force, the current situation, can give Yin Sen the ball at the foot of the ground, naturally the best choice, but, Zhou Xi lifted the ball, not high, he used the inside instep to push the ball, because of the strength, the ball was pushed out of a state of one and a half heights. The power is indeed very strong, and at this distance, the football is unlikely to land in front of Yin Sen.

Those who have played the ball should know that this kind of half-high ball is not easy to catch.

Yin Sen leaned on the defender behind him, and one of the defender's hands was already hidden around Yin Sen's waist, although the role of this small action was limited, but in the current situation, Yin Sen could not easily step forward to get the ball, and the pulling force made him unable to jump.

Watching the ball fly towards Yin Sen, the Dutchman crowd in the backfield and the "wolf trio" of fighters stopped, Yin Sen's position, too far away from them, in the eyes of those supporters who think that they must fight until the last second before the whistle blows, they seem to be unqualified.

But if you're on the field, in the last few tens of seconds before the end, so far away from the ball, theoretically, they can't do anything at all. The wolf trio were clearly still waiting for their last chance --- the ball would be heavily disrupted to the front court, while the Dutchman was more confident in anticipating Yin Sen's performance.