…… The two teams regained their feet, and the Shandong team served.

Before serving, the No. 4 scavenger Xiao Changtian and the No. 5 free center forward Mei Dong of the Shandong team glanced at the captain No. 10 center Chen Wang and signaled with their eyes: Are you still guarding people?

Chen Wang pondered for a moment and shook his head.

As a result, the number of Shandong teams returned to the same state.

Lang Tao and Jiang Bisheng pursed their lips with a little regret: King Chen is quite decisive? - Seeing that the marking tactics don't work, cancel it decisively!

Xiangyu, the No. 11 left forward of the Shandong team, dribbled and advanced towards the area of the Beijing team.

The Beijing team's No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng and No. 11 left striker Wu Zejun rushed to Xiangyu at the same time, intending to steal.

Xiangyu saw the two rushing towards him, hurriedly buckled the ball, and when the No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng and the No. 11 left striker Wu Zejun of the Beijing team were about to rush in front of him, he saw Xiangyu kick the ball to the right, so that Wu Yue, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shandong team, could respond smoothly.

Wu Yue picked up speed and rushed past the No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng and No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun of the Beijing team in one go.

Drimming the football, Wu Yue ran to the midfield of the Beijing team.

Lang Tao, the No. 10 forward of the Beijing team, squinted his eyes and chose to intercept Wu Yue - the second heads-up of this ball game finally appeared: Lang Tao PK Wu Yue!

The two teams were kind enough to make room for the showdown.

Lang Tao couldn't cry or laugh, his arms were spread, wanting to stop Wu Yue.

Wu Yue stretched out his hand and made a gesture of pushing Lang Tao away.

Lang Tao clinged to Wu Yue and did not let Wu Yue get rid of him.

Wu Yue desperately controlled the football and was about to break through from Lang Tao's side.

Lang Tao paused, and let Wu Yue get lucky to pass him-

However, at the moment when Wu Yue accelerated and ran, Lang Tao, who was standing behind Wu Yue, suddenly made a tackle, impartial, and shoveled the ball away-

In an instant, a group of players pounced on the football, and everyone wanted to be the first to grab the football.

"You ......" Wu Yue was angry and glared at Lang Tao.

Lang Tao didn't bother to take care of Wu Yue, and ran straight forward and fought with everyone to grab the ball.

The football went to the feet of the Shandong players for a while, and then to the feet of the Beijing players.

The No. 7 right forward of the Shandong team, Gu Daofeng, ran vigorously and wanted to rush to the penalty area of the Beijing team!

Hula, the original two sides of the war all dispersed - the Beijing team wanted to defend back, and the Shandong team desperately stopped the Beijing team and prevented them from returning to defense!

"It's up to you!" Lang Tao yelled at the defenders of the Beijing team.

When the defenders of the Beijing team heard this, they ran to the No. 7 right forward Gu Daofeng of the Shandong team in unison-

The No. 2 right-back of the Beijing team, Duanmu Lu, played a stirring spirit and quickly stopped - you can't follow the trend! If all three defenders run over, if the opponent passes the ball, won't they create a back-of-the-line defense?

Sure enough, when the No. 20 left-back Yang Yan and No. 4 scavenger Yang Zihua of the Beijing team rushed to the No. 7 right forward of the Shandong team, Gu Daofeng passed the ball without hesitation-

The football was passed away and was picked up by Wu Yue, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shandong team.

At the same time, Langtao also arrived.

Wu Yue got up and wanted to shoot, but Lang Tao was not allowed to interfere with the struggle - seeing that he couldn't score smoothly, Wu Yue simply passed the ball and passed the football to Chen Wang, the No. 10 center forward of the Shandong team!

Chen Wang stepped forward to fill in the position, and just wanted to receive the ball, he saw the No. 2 right-back of the Beijing team, Duanmu Lutian, tackling outside.

Raising his eyebrows, Chen Wang was surprised to see that the football had been shoveled away.

"Is that okay?" King Chen gave a thumbs up to Duanmu Lu.

Scratching his head, Duanmu Green smirked.

The football was picked up by Wang Sicheng, the No. 5 free central midfielder of the Beijing team.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Duanmu Lu's distraction, Wang Sicheng twitched his lips and called, "Wake up." ”

Duanmu Lu blinked, returned to the place and stood still, ready for battle.

Wang Sicheng walked a few steps and kicked the ball to Yang Chengcheng, the No. 6 left midfielder of the Beijing team.

Yang Chengcheng played a spirit, rushed to dribble and left, but accidentally lost the ball because of nervousness-

Running back in a hurry, Yang Chengcheng was embarrassed to take the ball again, and immediately kicked the ball away.

"What?" Qiao Fei, the No. 7 right forward of the Beijing team, was full of black lines, received a pass from Yang Chengcheng, and met Tian Changchun, the No. 8 central midfielder of the Shandong team - in order not to be robbed of the ball, Qiao Fei decisively made a long pass!

The football crossed a long, high parabola and flew into the outside of the Shandong team's penalty area -

Chen Wang, the captain of the Shandong team, the No. 10 center, shrank his pupils and yelled: "Stop it-"

In the penalty area of the Shandong team, there are the No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng and the No. 11 left striker Wu Zejun of the Beijing team!

Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker whose football is biased towards the Beijing team——

However, Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, still did not give up, and also rushed in the direction of Jiang Bisheng, probably because he was afraid that Jiang Bisheng would accidentally lose his footing!

Jiang Bisheng didn't have time to glare at Wu Zejun, he stared intently at the trajectory of the football movement, posed well, and volleyed!

The defenders of the Shandong team also desperately rushed towards Jiang Bisheng, but it was too late.

Football fell to Jiang Bisheng's knee -

Jiang Bisheng jumped lightly, raised his foot, and kicked the football fiercely!

The football swished to the ground, drew a beautiful curve, and drilled into the goal of the Shandong team!

This goal, not far from the goal, the goalkeeper is not easy to pounce -

Even if it is not easy to pounce, Qiao Ji, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Shandong team, jumped up with difficulty, stretched out enough ball, and wanted to shoot the ball!

The football rotated strongly and just hit Qiao Ji who stretched out his right hand - Qiao Ji only felt a pain in his wrist, but he didn't dare to scream in pain, and gritted his teeth to shoot the football out!

Wu Zejun's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he went straight to football-

Li Dou, the No. 2 right-back of the Shandong team, is closest to the football and Wu Zejun, and he pounced forward at the moment and blocked the ball with his face!

Facing Li Dou's face, Wu Zejun showed no mercy and shot straight again!

At a tricky angle, the football grazed Li Dou's cheek and flew straight towards the goal.

Qiao Ji landed, his right wrist ached, but he had to move to the right to block the ball-

The right hand can't be used, and Qiao Ji uses his left hand to block the ball!

The ball was again bounced off by Joji with his left hand.

"Kick it off!" Qiao Ji yelled - the other party will come to another goal, he is afraid that he will not be able to hold on!

The No. 3 left-back of the Shandong team spent a lot of effort and finally cleared the ball and kicked the ball away.

Shandong's No. 4 scavenger Xiao Changtian and No. 5 free central midfielder Mei Donghou perceptively ran to defend the Beijing team's No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng and No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun - what's the use? Why didn't you keep it?

Wu Yue, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shandong team, laughed angrily and scolded: "Whoever comes to our penalty area next time, you will defend whom!" What were you eating just now? Why don't you see the guard?! ”

Xiao Changtian and Mei Dong knew that they were at the wrong and didn't dare to refute it.

The captain of the Shandong team, No. 10 center forward Chen Wang and Xi Ni, said: "Don't quarrel, this matter is also wrong with me - it's me who is not thoughtful, whoever steps into the penalty area in the future, you two will defend whom!" ”

"Yes!" Xiao Changtian and Mei Dong responded loudly.

The Shandong team organized the attack.

After Hua Shao resolved the crisis, the football was handed over to Wu Yue, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shandong team.

Wu Yue dribbled, stared at Langtao, and then challenged Langtao.

I'm not afraid of death!

Lang Tao silently watched Wu Yue coming, and decisively took on the challenge again.

This time, Wu Yue firmly controlled the football and tried to win Lang Tao with brute force - when approaching Lang Tao, Wu Yue crashed into Lang Tao with confidence, and there was a tendency to "pull out the mountain and cover the world"!

Lang Tao can't fight hard with Wu Yue - in terms of volume, Lang Tao is not as good as Wu Yue; In terms of strength, Lang Tao is estimated to be still inferior to Wu Yue! Calming down, Lang Tao calmly gave way and let Wu Yue pass.

However, once Wu Yue passed by Lang Tao, Lang Tao turned and counterattacked: with a touch of his feet, he could always hit the football accurately and disrupt Wu Yue's rhythm - in fact, many obscene players could take advantage of the referee's unclear angle and pull the opponent's jersey with their hands, causing the opponent's movement to stagnate, so as to achieve the purpose of interception...... Langtao disdained to use it.

Defeated by Langtao for the second time, Wu Yue held his anger in his heart, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

However, Lang Tao didn't care what mood Wu Yue was in, and ran away calmly.

Wu Yue's football was shoveled and picked up by Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger of the Beijing team.

Lang Tao waved his hand and motioned for Yang Chengcheng, the No. 6 left midfielder, and Qiao Fei, the No. 7 right midfielder, of the Beijing team to follow and assist.

So, Yao Qian took the lead, Lang Tao, Yang Chengcheng and Qiao Fei followed, with Lang Tao as a link, and slowly pushed towards the outside of the Shandong team's penalty area - this time the Beijing team dispatched four people, even if two players from the other side came to guard people, it didn't have much effect!

The idea of the Shandong team is relatively dull: the Beijing team sent four people, and the Shandong team still sent two people - the No. 4 scavenger Xiao Changtian of the Shandong team and the No. 5 free center forward Mei Dong were full of bitterness, staring at the four Beijing team players who came to the country, and they didn't know who to focus on.

The four Beijing team players didn't give them time to think, they only came with two triangle fast passes, and they shook them off in the blink of an eye - Xiao Changtian and Mei Dong looked at the four Beijing team players with their mouths open!

Chen Wang, the No. 10 center forward of the Shandong team, had an ominous intuition and called Wu Yue to quickly return to defense.

Wu Yue was originally unhappy, but when he saw that the master had a serious face, he had to restrain his temperament and turn back to defend.

Near the penalty area of the Shandong team, Yao Qian, Lang Tao, Yang Chengcheng and Qiao Fei began to shoot frantically - Yao Qian came to shoot a banana from a distance, which was shot out by Qiao Ji, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Shandong team!

Qiao Ji's two wrists hurt so much that he couldn't catch the ball, so he could only rack it away!

Lang Tao smiled slightly, seeing that Qiao Ji was not in a state, he happily grabbed the football, and made a shooting action on the surface, but in fact, he passed the ball to Yang Chengcheng-

Yang Chengcheng was taken aback - after many games, Yang Chengcheng's mentality still hasn't adjusted: every time it's his turn to shoot, he always seems to have a psychological shadow, and he always feels that he can't shoot successfully!

Lang Tao said: "Yang Chengcheng, you come!" ”

Yang Chengcheng listened, and he wanted to kick a hard shot, but he kicked crookedly and turned into a rolling ball!

It's so easy to catch: no power at all!

Qiao Ji's eyes lit up, and he put on a posture to catch the ball, just waiting for the football to roll into his hands-

"Think beautifully!" Lang Tao runs all his way to the football, intending to make up for the shot!

Qiao Ji was shocked, and just wanted to step forward, but when he saw Wu Yue and King Chen running behind Lang Tao, he was relieved for a while-

Yang Chengcheng and Qiao Fei reacted almost at the same time: they didn't want to think about it, they almost unconsciously moved a step sideways, blocking the route of Wu Yue and Chen Wang for five seconds-

Five seconds is enough time for Lang Tao to shoot!

Lang Tao didn't care if there was anyone behind him, the moment he grabbed the football, he shot hard!

The soccer ball is like a bow and arrow off the string, silently drilling into the goal!

Qiao Ji's mind went blank: If he wasn't careless, how could he have conceded the ball?

staring blankly at the football in the goal, Qiao Huan regretted it and it was useless.

"Entered!" Lang Tao yelled.

"Great!" The Beijing players cheered in unison.

After a long battle, the players of the Beijing team cherished the score this time.

On the contrary, the Shandong team fell into a dead silence.

Qiao Ji almost wanted to cry: he always felt that if he lost this competition, the responsibility was him!

Chen Wang patted Qiao Ji on the shoulder and comforted: "The ball game is not over yet. ”

Isn't it over yet?

Qiao Ji opened his mouth: There are still five minutes left in the game, can you score two goals in five minutes?

King Chen was not discouraged at all, and said in a deep voice: "Until the last moment, you are not allowed to give up!" ”

"Yes!" The players of the Shandong team responded one after another.

Glimpsing the atmosphere of the Shandong team, Lang Tao secretly admired: Chen Wang contributed a lot to the sluggish morale so quickly - it can be seen how strong Chen Wang's prestige in the Shandong team is!

Lang Tao likes such a Shandong team very much: even if the Shandong team is behind the score, they never give up.

The team that refuses to give up, whether they win or not, they are the best players!

Lang Tao poured cold water on his teammates who were still happy: "Don't celebrate too early, the game is not over yet?" - When the game is over and we win the game, it's never too late for us to celebrate! ”

"Yes!" Everyone understands the truth - the players of the Beijing team listened to it and were full of energy to prepare for the battle.

"Toot-" As the referee's whistle blew, the two sides engaged in a final fierce battle.

At the beginning of the Shandong team, the No. 10 center of the Shandong team, Chen Wang, launched an offensive - as an old rival, Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, rushed forward and had a heads-up with Chen Wang.

Both of them are rough players, and there are no fancy skills in the duel, and they collide simply and roughly: whoever knocks down the other party will grab the football!

It is still Chen Wang who holds the ball - Wu Zejun's body is slightly worse than Chen Wang.

Chen Wang moved forward with the ball, and Wu Zejun was not to be outdone, chased after Chen Wang, and forcibly interfered every now and then.

Chen Wang didn't run as fast as Wu Zejun, so he had no choice but to pass the ball to Wu Yue, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shandong team.

Wu Yue dribbled and ran wildly all the way, wanting to rush into the penalty area of the Beijing team-

This can poke the hornet's nest: realizing that their goalkeeper is very vegetable, the players of the Beijing team all shrink, nest in the back, and protect the back like an iron hoop bucket, so that people can't get into it - Wu Yue almost rushed into the penalty area of the Beijing team, and was stopped by three Beijing team players!

The football was kicked away, and then the Beijing team counterattacked.

It is a pity that the Beijing team broke into the penalty area of the Shandong team, and also encountered the same situation: due to the injury of their own goalkeeper, the players of the Shandong team also made a ruthless defense, and did not let the players of the Beijing team break through!

The football was kicked again, and the Shandong team counterattacked.

Repeated reincarnation.

The two sides are at a stalemate, and neither is willing to back down.

For the Beijing team, it is good; On the contrary, it is unfavorable.

Time slipped by minute, and the two teams competed to the maximum extent possible until the referee blew the whistle -

"Doodoo-"

The short whistle was so wonderful that the Beijing team stopped and cheered silently: We have won!

The Shandong team slowed down for a while, and it took a while to remember: Oops, they lost? - They lost......

Suddenly, the large stadium burst into applause!