Xu is in the second half of the finals of the campus group of the Big Football League, it is the critical moment of who will win the championship, and the two teams that stepped into the Bird's Nest Stadium were greeted with cheers from all sides, especially the cheerleaders of the two sides -

"Beijing team ~ come on! Beijing team ~ must win! ......" Liu Yun roared desperately, his expression was hideous, his movements were exaggerated, he couldn't wait to get a megaphone, and when he saw the Beijing team on the court, he roared again and again.

Luo Caiyi and Qin Siyu mingled with the cheerleading girls, cheering with the cheerleading girls unwillingly, full of vitality, regardless of their sweating profusely.

"The Beijing team gives some strength ~ Zero God, you are the most handsome ~ Kick the disabled Shanghai team!" Yang Fei waved the flag and shouted very bluntly in the direction of Xue Lin's side, causing the players of the Beijing team to squeeze their eyes happily at Xue Lin himself.

Xue Lin was expressionless, and only showed a smile when Yang Fei waved at him desperately.

The players of the Beijing team were suddenly sour by Xue Lin's double-standard reaction.

"Shanghai team ~ come on! Shanghai team ~ must win! Lee Kwang-moo~ Come on! Zhao Jiayun ~ must win! We always have your back! ......" The cheerleading girls of the Shanghai team, in stark contrast to Liu Yun and other cheerleaders, are holding flower balls, jumping and jumping, which should be pleasing to the eye, but the overall appearance of the cheerleading girls is low, which makes it difficult for a group of Shanghai team players to speak!

Zhao Jiayun endured it, couldn't hold it back, and said to Li Guangwu: "Excuse me, even if there is no one in the cheerleading team, you can't make up for it." Li Guangwu almost choked and simply rolled his eyes.

"Toot-" When both teams stand on their feet, the referee blows the whistle to signal the start of the game.

Started by the Beijing team.

The football buckled at the feet of Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Beijing team.

Jiang Bisheng touched the ball lightly and trotted slowly.

Shanghai team's No. 9 shadow striker Tong Lu and No. 11 right forward Li Guangwu rushed to Jiang Bisheng one after another, making it clear that Jiang Bisheng would not give Jiang Bisheng a heads-up gap - Jiang Bisheng saw two opponents rushing towards him, one of whom was still the captain of the Shanghai team, and he did not dare to be arrogant with one enemy and two, and boldly passed the ball away to his teammate Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger.

Yao Qian caught the ball, turned on his horsepower, and tried to shake off Tong Lu and Li Guangwu - Tong Lu was entangled by Jiang Bisheng, but Li Guangwu chased after him unhurriedly! Yao Qian was taken aback, he didn't dare to go head-to-head with Li Guangwu, and kicked the ball forward!

With no teammates in front, Zhao Fei, the No. 6 right forward of the Shanghai team, stepped forward and kicked the ball towards Li Guangwu!

Yao Qian faced the flying back football and jumped up hard, but he couldn't jump Li Guangwu - Li Guangwu jumped higher than Yao Qian, and in the blink of an eye, he grabbed the ball!

After falling behind, Li Guangwu turned around and rushed to the goal of the Beijing team with a desperate ride!

It's so arrogant!

Beijing team's No. 2 right-back Duanmu Green grinds his teeth and steps forward to stop Wu Guangwu - Duanmu Green blocks Li Guangwu's way with a tall elevation! Li Guangwu carefully dribbled the ball and bypassed Duanmu Lu's side. Duanmu Lu subconsciously opened his arms, and his body moved with Li Guangwu's movements, as if he had no intention of hitting Li Guangwu with his elbow!

Li Guangwu's head was tilted, and he deftly avoided Duanmu Lu's move, and his body was not slow, like a bow and arrow off the string, he swooped out, and threw off Duanmu Lu in one go!

Li Guangwu dribbled and faced Xue Lin -

"Didn't anyone stop him!" Zhou Hua couldn't catch up, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

Li Guangwu drilled into the penalty area of the Beijing team, facing the goal of the Beijing team, ready to shoot with his feet - Xue Lin stared at the football at Li Guangwu's feet motionlessly, and did not step forward: Xue Lin was afraid that he would not be able to save the football!

Just as Lee Kwang-moo's shoes were about to touch the football, a figure rushed across and shoveled away the football!

It's Langtao!

Li Guangwu couldn't stop the car, so he kicked it down, kicking it empty-

As for football, the football jumps and jumps, stops on the sideline, and only needs to be kicked in the door to qualify.

And Lang Tao, after he tackled, also slid away quickly, just to avoid Li Guangwu's own shot!

"It's dangerous." Lang Tao consciously touched the sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't tell whether it was hot or frightened.

Li Guangwu sighed and sighed: "Fortunately, you hid quickly, I really don't want to kick and hurt people!" ”

"Thank you for your mercy." Lang Tao thanked him back and forth - it is said that the demeanor and mentality of the opponents of the Dafa League are too good to be true: compared with the opponents of the district football and the city football, it is like two people!

Li Guangwu smiled and said, "You're polite, you're polite." In action, he strode forward, rushed to the front of the football, stretched out a foot, and firmly buckled the football - Lang Tao was dumbfounded for three seconds, got up in a hurry, and scolded in his heart:

Wow ~ dead belly black ~ I thought he would return to the Shanghai team, but he didn't expect him to give up a chance!

Li Guangwu worked hard to step on the sideline and not let himself cross the line - Lang Tao and other Beijing team players rushed towards Li Guangwu in unison: the crisis has not passed, Li Guangwu can't be allowed to shoot!

Li Guangwu waited for Lang Tao to get closer, and suddenly hung a long pass - Lang Tao tried to jump, but failed to intercept the ball!

The football swaggered from one end of the Beijing team's goal to the other end - to the surprise and horror of the Beijing players, if no one stopped it, the football would go straight across the line, while the other end of the Beijing team's goal was empty!

A gust of wind blew, but it was someone who jumped into the air and shot with a header!

It's Zhao Jiayun!

In the distance behind Zhao Jiayun, Wang Sicheng, who was slightly frustrated, looked up at Zhao Jiayun's background.

Xue Lin, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Beijing team, deserves to be a "zero god", moved to the right side of the goal without changing his face, stretched out his hand, and blocked the header - the football was slapped away by Xue Lin with one hand!

"It's not over yet!" Li Guangwu, the No. 11 right forward of the Shanghai team, chased the ball, regardless of dragging a slender little tail behind him - the defenders of the Beijing team gritted their teeth: ~ Is there an end?!

The defenders of the Beijing team were powerless and couldn't stop Li Guangwu, and they watched Li Guangwu shoot!

Wang Sicheng had a touch of ruthlessness in his eyes: I will never let you run freely!

Xue Lin, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Beijing team, is not a vegetarian either—the ball came violently and obliquely, flying straight towards the upper left corner of the Beijing team! Xue Lin jumped up fiercely, stretched out his two hands, and hugged the ball!

"Don't get distracted!" Xue Lin hugged the ground and motioned for all the players of the Beijing team to rush into the area of the Shanghai team - the players of the Beijing team did not talk nonsense, and simply ran away, except for the three defenders and Wang Sicheng!

Wang Sicheng stared at Zhao Jiayun to death, although in vain, he worked hard and complained, which won Zhao Jiayun's admiration.

"You're very persistent." Zhao Jiayun squinted at Wang Sicheng and didn't take Wang Sicheng in his eyes at all.

- Also, Wang Sicheng stared at Zhao Jiayun as if he didn't star: Zhao Jiayun can get rid of Wang Sicheng at any time!

After understanding that Zhao Jiayun's specialty is "no matter who stares at him, he is not bound", Wang Sicheng did not say a word.

Wherever Zhao Jiayun runs, Wang Sicheng will block it - even if it is useless, try his best to stop it!

Seeing the players of the Beijing team get into the Shanghai team and take their places, Xue Lin took a deep breath, kicked hard, and kicked a big super long-range shot - the same as Jiang Wusheng and Li Jun's super long-range shots!

"Don't live up to Senior Xue's kindness!" Lang Tao's eyes were red, and he caught the football with a fierce scream.

Clenched his fist, Lang Tao thought to himself: Say whatever you say, you have to shoot and score once.

Ignoring the Shanghai team's defenders approaching him, Lang Tao controlled the football and stood still, looking forward to a showdown with the Shanghai team's defenders-

Soon!

It's faster!

Seeing the Shanghai team's defenders rushing violently, Lang Tao lightly passed the ball to the right - to his teammates No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng!

Lang Tao was in an empty state and quickly sprinted towards the goal of the Shanghai team.

Jiang Bisheng received the ball and waited nervously-

"Stop Number 10!" A fire broke out in the backyard of the Shanghai team, and Zhao Jiayun yelled.

Immediately, Peng Cheng, the No. 4 scavenger of the Shanghai team, stared at Lang Tao, afraid that Lang Tao would shoot secretly.

Lang Tao dodged left and right, not letting Peng Cheng make trouble, and then he didn't fight.

Seeing that Lang Tao was blocked, Jiang Bisheng didn't dare to pass the ball to Lang Tao. After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Bisheng dribbled and ran slowly, hoping that Lang Tao could get rid of Peng Cheng so that he could pass the ball back to Lang Tao.

However, it backfired: Jiang Bisheng was surrounded by the forward players of the Shanghai team-

Not good! Jiang Bisheng missed the best opportunity to attack, and he should have rushed into the Shanghai team's penalty area with all his might, and it was good to score a strong shot!

Jiang Bisheng pursed his lips: he also has the ability to shoot and score, how can he ......

Regret, regret, it's too late for Jiang Bisheng to regret it.

didn't have time to think about it, Jiang Bisheng passed the ball high: just come to a teammate, just catch the ball!

The Beijing team's No. 8 right winger Yao Qian, No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun, No. 6 left forward Yang Chengcheng and No. 7 right forward Qiao Fei all responded in unison, but they were interrupted by Li Guangwu - jumping high, and the Shanghai team's No. 11 right forward Li Guangwu stopped the ball in mid-air, interrupting the offensive rhythm of the Beijing team!

Too bad!

After Li Guangwu got the ball, he went straight to the penalty area of the Beijing team -

The players of the Beijing team are full of bitterness: alas! It's time to defend again......

In fact, the Beijing team did not have to defend - after all, the Beijing team's goal was guarded by Xue Lin.

Moreover, Xue Lin also domineeringly rejected the defense of the Beijing team - I saw Xue Lin wave his hand, indicating that the players of the Beijing team did not have to run back and forth, just waiting for his super long shot!

Li Guangwu held his breath, rushed to the penalty area of the Beijing team, aimed at Xue Lin's head, and kicked the ball fiercely - even if he couldn't score the goal, he had to kick Xue Lin's head, and it was best to let him get a concussion!

However, Li Guangwu's idea was completely frustrated - Xue Lin was not only not kicked in the head, but took Li Guangwu's attack as usual! After winning the football, Xue Lin kicked it hard, and then kicked the football into the outside of the Shanghai team's penalty area!

- How important it is to have a talented goalkeeper who can easily take the burden off his teammates!

Qiao Fei, the No. 7 right midfielder of the Beijing team, gave a thumbs up to Xue Lin, but was stopped by his teammate No. 6 left midfielder Yang Chengcheng. Yang Chengcheng said angrily: "Concentrate on the ball game, and when the ball game is over, you can praise him again." ”

Qiao Fei twitched.

Lang Tao said: "Senior Yang is right, don't take it lightly, you must not end in a draw." ”

The players of the Beijing team listened to it, put away their smiles, and waited for it: at halftime, everyone discussed that they must score a goal, otherwise it will really drag on to the end of the draw, and maybe the overtime will also be a draw, and then it will really be a penalty shootout, but it is not good for the Beijing team: Xue Lin's hand injury may not be able to afford it!

The football was picked up by Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team.

Wu Zejun turned around, didn't raise his head, and shot straight - this is a shot, not a pass!

The shot came too suddenly.

Even if it was too sudden, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Shanghai team, Hatolu, did not dare to be sloppy, and immediately found the direction of the football and blocked the sharp shot with his body - Hatoji grinned: What a powerful shot!

For a moment, Hatoji reached out and rubbed his chest, smoothed the impact of the football, and let the football roll to the ground.

Lang Tao's eyes lit up, ignoring Peng Cheng's guards, and ran towards the football with all his might.

Peng Cheng, the No. 4 scavenger of the Shanghai team, was taken aback, and then consciously chased after Langtao, and interfered on the way: in the case of blocking the referee's perspective, he secretly stretched out his hand and tugged on Langtao's jersey, in a vain attempt to delay Langtao!

Lang Tao struggled hard, shook off Peng Cheng, concentrated on it, rushed to the front of the football in one breath, and skillfully volleyed - Peng Cheng stretched out his foot to tackle the ball, but he was a step too late!

The football swished to the ground, with a strong spin, and flew to the left corner of the Shanghai team!

The No. 1 goalkeeper of the Shanghai team, Dotolu's scalp was numb, he jumped indiscriminately, and he couldn't pounce on the football at all-

Football in the frame!

"The ball is in!" Lang Tao raised his hand and cheered, "Great! ”

The players of the Beijing team were also excited: "Captain! You're amazing! "Your shooting is really good, it's really hard to save a corner kick!" "Envy! When can I take a corner? ”……

This goal came too meaningfully, almost laying the foundation for the victory of the Beijing team - the Beijing team has a talented goalkeeper Xue Lin, who is extremely difficult to break the defense, and the Beijing team's score represents a major trauma to the Shanghai team's delaying tactics, and the only way for them to achieve victory is to attack, attack, and attack again!

The cheerful celebration ended, and the fierce ball game continued.

Just as the Beijing team thought, the Shanghai team launched a fierce offensive: the ace players of the Shanghai team, Li Guangwu and Zhao Jiayun, cooperated with each other, tacitly agreed, and played the Beijing team every now and then, but they always hit a wall with Xue Lin again and again! Five shots on goal, five saves, all the shots of the Shanghai team were saved by Xue Lin!

Zhao Jiayun is like a conductor, Li Guangwu is like a key soldier, under the command of Zhao Jiayun, leading the players of the Shanghai team to attack the defense of the Beijing team again and again - the Beijing team is very shameless to retract the position, simply play [intensive defense], feng shui in turn to implement delaying tactics!

The so-called delaying tactics of the Beijing team are not to deliberately grab the ball and then pass the ball to each other, but to defend and counterattack, bypass Li Guangwu and Zhao Jiayun as much as possible, and ensure that the team does not lose points - isolating Li Guangwu and Zhao Jiayun, the players of the Beijing team deal with the players of the Shanghai team, which is really more than enough!

While Li Guangwu and Zhao Jiayun smiled bitterly, they admired the brains of the Beijing team quite well: under normal circumstances, sending people to defend them really doesn't work! However, empathy and not letting them touch the ball, then even if no one guards them, it can weaken the strength of the Shanghai team!

Li Guangwu and Zhao Jiayun desperately grabbed the ball, but the Beijing team slyly passed it to the other players of the Shanghai team, and did not let Li Guangwu and Zhao Jiayun touch the ball - over time, the Shanghai team had nothing else to do but consume time!

Just as Li Guangwu and Zhao Jiayun wanted to fight, the referee blew his whistle!

It's over!

"We won!" Just waiting for this moment, the Beijing team cheered in unison.

Cheers resounded in the sky.