"Beijing team ~ come on! Beijing team ~ must win! ......" In the audience, Liu Yun and his cheerleading girls are always the most beautiful scenery in the scene - there are good looks and dry goods, just watching a group of young girls dancing is enough to make people relish.

"Beijing team~ You are so strong~ first win the district championship, then win the city championship~ come on~ win~ no one can stop you~ come on~ win~ everyone is willing to applaud you~ we are~ yours~ true love fans~ big foot game forward~forward~" Yang Fei held the flag and led a group of girls to scream crisply, screaming very regularly.

As another outlier in the cheerleading team, Yang Fei's words and deeds are still eye-catching-her heroic demeanor made people think she was a teenager for a while, until a female audience member whispered:

"Look! She is Yang Fei! ”

"Yang Fei? Who is it? The audience is quite confused: I don't have the impression that there is an actress named Yang Fei at all, right? Maybe she has a bit of a resemblance to the name of Yang Guifei in ancient history?

The female audience stomped her feet and announced Yang Fei's achievements in hatred: "Do you know that during this year's winter vacation, our women's football team won friendly matches several times in a row!" It's all foreign opponents - Yang Fei is a member of the women's football team and also serves as the vice captain! ”

The "......" audience was shocked: the women's football team?!

Women's national football team?

Forgive everyone for paying little attention to the women's national football team - at first glance, the audience slowed down a beat, and then consciously said "oh": "Is she that Yang Fei?" ……”

As soon as she heard it, she knew that it was perfunctory, but Yang Fei clearly felt that the eyes from all directions fell on her.

But she didn't want to pay attention to this group of spectators, and still waved the flag unwillingly to cheer for the Beijing team.

When Luo Caiyi and Qin Siyu saw it, they couldn't help but sigh: "Sister Yang Fei is really energetic!" ”

In the corner of the audience, Fang Yu, who came to watch the ball game at his own expense, had a gloomy face that was about to drip water: Hmph~ It's best not to let him know that his sister was being "bullied", otherwise......

Squinting his eyes, a killing intent crossed Fang Yu's eyes.

Beijing team lounge.

"That sister is so energetic!" Fang Su was mixed with envy, "If I had a character like her......"

It's no fun to think about it.

Fang Su, a part-time team doctor, has been obediently staying in the Beijing team lounge waiting for the return of the Beijing team players - when the Beijing team plays, she looks out the window and sees a sea of spectators, and the cheerleaders closest to the stadium are particularly eye-catching, especially Yang Fei and her flag, which are particularly distinct.

"Pour water." Even if he wasn't thirsty, Jiang Bisheng had to be cheeky and ask for water.

Fang Su hurriedly poured tea and water, and the team doctor changed logistics in seconds, seeing Jiang Bisheng laugh until he shivered inexplicably.

"What's wrong?" Lang Tao asked with concern.

"It's fine." Jiang Bisheng shook his head, "I just suddenly felt a little cold." ”

"Cold?" The Beijing players were confused.

"It's fine." Jiang Bisheng shook his head, and quickly left this little thing behind him - staring at Fang Su, Jiang Bisheng was like a dream, and laughed wildly in his heart: Great~ Fang Su was in front of his eyes, he could ...... as much as he wanted

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel - Fang Su and all the substitute players are busy, and Jiang Bisheng has talked to no Fang Su!

Jiang Bisheng's heart: What about giving me a chance? What about giving me a chance? What about giving me a chance? ……

The players of the Beijing team rested for ten minutes, and spent most of the halftime until they saw Coach Ru coming, clapped their hands, and signaled them to be quiet. Coach Ru said: "In the second half, you are free to play ......"

The style is as always, really free-range, raised-release.

Lang Tao bared his teeth and smiled, took the initiative to take over the task of Coach Ru, arranged tactics for the players of the Beijing team, and said: "In the second half, they are not allowed to enter the penalty area - whoever is close to the penalty area, we will outflank whoever is close to the penalty area, and eradicate the hidden dangers in advance!" ”

Lin Xuecheng bit his lip: This set of tactics is specially designed for him - blame him for his poor ability to pounce on the ball, if anyone shoots in the penalty area, it is very easy to score...... Therefore, Lang Tao simply asked the team to stop the players of the Shandong team, lest they shoot successfully!

"Understood!" The players of the Beijing team replied magnificently.

Wu Zejun added: "In the second half, can't you and Jiang Bisheng get rid of their marking? - I mean, what if they still guard you both? ”

"It doesn't matter." Lang Tao's expression was indifferent, "In the second half, if they dare to defend me, I will drag the other party to defend Wuyue!" In short, entangle the two and weaken their combat power! ”

Jiang Bisheng gave a thumbs up and praised: "Awesome." ”

"If they're still staring at you, you're going to give me a stare too!" Lang Tao rolled his eyes, "Let's work hard, drag the four of them and see how they play!" ”

The players of the Beijing team opened their mouths and threw themselves at Langtao: If they can really drag the four players of the Shandong team, no matter what, the players of the Beijing team can win-

Everyone ignores what Lang Tao said about how to reverse drag skills, which must require superb ball skills.

Tapping the table, Wang Sicheng thought about it and said: "You don't necessarily have to drag the forward players of the Shandong team, what if they have to break into our defense?" Are you sure you can stop it? ……”

Wang Sicheng compared the heights of Lang Tao and Jiang Bisheng.

1.75 meters Langtao: "......"

Jiang Bisheng, who is in his early sevens of one meter: "......"

If they fail to effectively hold back the opponent, once the opponent breaks into the defense of the team, it will definitely be inconvenient for them to return to the defense when they are being targeted, otherwise it will not increase the pressure on the team-mates who have been guarded.

The two dwarfs realized something quite serious, and the grief flowed backwards.

Wang Sicheng paused, and said heartlessly: "I'm sorry." ”

Lang Tao and Jiang Bisheng turned their faces arrogantly and resolutely did not talk to Wang Sicheng!

…… At half-time, the Beijing team got up, lined up and returned to the big stadium again.

Started by the Beijing team.

The football is at the feet of Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger of the Beijing team.

Wu Zejun was depressed again: Why can't he serve?

Lang Tao squinted at Wu Zejun: Unless you are used to passing and cooperating.

Wu Zejun pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger of the Beijing team, dribbled and ran towards the outside of the Shandong team's penalty area.

Sure enough, Xiao Changtian, the No. 4 scavenger of the Shandong team, and Mei Dong, the No. 5 free central defender, took the initiative to run over and never give up on Jiang Bisheng and Lang Tao respectively - this time, Lang Tao and Jiang Bisheng did not say a word, and rushed to the area of the Shandong team's penalty area!

Xiao Changtian and Mei Dong probably lacked calcium in their brains, so they didn't react, and they also ran blindly - as a result, Lang Tao stood beside Li Dou, the No. 2 right-back of the Shandong team, and Jiang Bisheng ran in front of Hua Shao, the No. 3 left-back of the Shandong team, leaving Xiao Changtian and Mei Dong with their eyes wide open!

Jiang Bisheng muffled, Lang Tao smiled, and looked at Xiao Changtian with contempt, as if to say: Come on~ Come on~ Keep guarding~ It's okay~ I'll defend you two~!

Xiao Changtian: "......"

Mei Dong: "......"

Xiao Changtian and Mei Dong looked confused, probably not considering that the other party would play an anti-marking hand, and they were really a little helpless - Xiao Changtian and Mei Dong glanced at King Chen: Do you keep it, or don't you keep it?

King Chen thought about it for a while, and felt that the two of them were useless, so he motioned for them to continue to guard the people.

As a result, Xiao Changtian, Mei Dong, Li Dou and Hua Shao of the Shandong team were dragged down by Lang Tao and Jiang Bisheng - the offensive strength of the Shandong team has indeed not weakened, but what about the defense, ......?

Chen Wang is clearly comprehensive.

Yao Qian dribbled the ball alone, and when he rushed into the penalty area of the Shandong team, he was stopped by the No. 7 right midfielder Gu Daofeng of the Shandong team - Gu Daofeng passed the ball to his teammate No. 8 central midfielder Tian Changchun, who passed the ball to the captain No. 10 center Chen Wang.

Chen Wang dribbled and attacked the Beijing team.

Wu Zejun narrowed his eyes and rushed towards King Chen.

"Xiao Chen, haven't you competed with you for a long time?" Wu Zejun said.

"Xiao Wu, can't you call me by my full name?" King Chen fought back with grumbling.

"Who will call you by your full name?" Wu Zejun raised his eyebrows, "You really take advantage of others." ”

Wu Zejun PK Chen Wang——

A surprising picture appeared: In this ball game, there was a personal heads-up for the first time, and the two sides of the heads-up were Wu Zejun and Chen Wang, not Lang Tao and Wu Yue!

The two teams looked at each other in unison: Wu Zejun and Chen Wang were like ancient chargers, their bodies collided with each other brutally, and their feet and feet also kicked towards the football - the football acted as a cushion between the two feet, but it was not easy to be sandwiched by two strong and powerful thighs, so they squeezed into the sky!

The football flew into the sky and landed quickly, Wu Zejun and Chen Wang jumped up at the same time, and hit it with their heads - Chen Wang relied on the tall man and the big horse, took the lead and pushed the football out!

"Don't think!" But I saw Wu Yue, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shandong team, running towards the ball, and just when he wanted to catch the ball, Qiao Fei, the No. 7 right forward of the Beijing team closest to the football, quickly arrived and kicked the ball into the distance with a strong kick!

Qiao Fei grasped the timing very well: the football flew over the midfield of the Shandong team and jumped into no man's land.

In an instant, the defenders of the Shandong team, Jiang Bisheng and Lang Tao began to grab the ball at a high speed: the two sides rushed to the football, trying to grab the football - at this moment, the drag tactic in Lang Tao's mind had long been thrown into the Pacific Ocean.

Jiang Bisheng was the fastest, threw a distance away, grabbed the ball at his feet, turned around dexterously, and rushed to the penalty area of the Shandong team with the ball - the Shandong team players were shocked, except for the No. 9 shadow striker Wu Yue and the No. 10 center Chen Wang, the rest of the players were all behind!

Lang Tao stopped, retreated, ignored the Shandong team's No. 2 right-back Li Dou and No. 4 scavenger Xiao Changtian behind him, and quickly stepped into the Shandong team's penalty area!

Jiang Bisheng used his superb ball skills [heel change of direction passing] to slip past several Shandong team players.

Compared with Lang Tao, Jiang Bisheng is the faithful executor of the real drag tactics-

Approaching the penalty area of the Shandong team, seeing Langtao being targeted again, Jiang Bisheng kicked the ball back as if he had eyes behind his back - just passed to Wu Zejun!

Wu Zejun shoots and shoots violently - the football rushes to the goal of the Shandong team!

This time, no one could weaken Wu Zejun's leg strength.

Football with a strong foot strength, drilled into the door of the Shandong team!

"Beep-" The referee blew his whistle to signal that the score was valid!

"Two to one!" Wu Zejun yelled.

"That's amazing!" The players of the Beijing team celebrated enthusiastically.

Even Lin Xuecheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The Shandong team was silent.

Chen Wang personally picked up the football and asked, "What?" All given up? ”

As an apprentice, Wu Yue took the lead and said: "No! ”

Chen Wang asked again: "What should we do if we concede a goal?" ”

Wu Yue said: "Kick back again!" ”

"Well said!" Chen Wang looked at the players of the Shandong team, "What about you?!" ”

"It's not over yet!" The Shandong players shouted, "Let's play back!" ”

"Good!" King Chen was full of heads.

The Shandong team reinvigorated, stood in a good position, and waited for the moment of counterattack.

Seeing this, Lang Tao praised: "King Chen deserves to be the 'Prince of Football', he really has a hand." ”

Wu Zejun rarely quipped: "Not a 'football general'? ”

"Ahem-" Lang Tao was frightened: Senior Wu has the ability to read minds, right? - Can you see what he once thought?! ……

Wu Zejun laughed.

It attracted a rare glimpse of King Chen.

in the audience.

Qin Siyu said excitedly: "Look, Ah Jun scored a goal. ”

Luo Caiyi blessed: "Senior Wu is really amazing. ”

"What is a ball?" Liu Yun deliberately hit Qin Siyu, "It's good to kick three goals and score a hat trick." ”

Yang Fei glared at him and said, "Still a hat trick?" - Our Beijing team is thankful that we didn't concede three goals...... What is the situation of the goalkeeper that you watch? That level of pounce...... It's insecure at first glance! ”

Liu Yun thought of Xue Lin, for fear of being angered, so he quickly shut his mouth.

It was Qin Siyu who said curiously: "Senior Lin...... What happened to the level of pounce? I think it's good, huh? ”

After all, it's not me who is the goalkeeper, and since ancient times, the pressure on the goalkeeper is greater than that of the captain: the captain didn't kick the goal to score, and there are other teammates who can shoot, even if they make mistakes, they can make up for it, what about the goalkeeper? - Losing a goal means dereliction of duty, losing points, which cannot be remedied, and is more likely to determine the direction of the final game.

Yang Fei pondered for a moment and gave an example: "If the goalkeeper of the Shandong team is 70 points, then the goalkeeper of the Beijing team is 60 points - it is passable, and the perfect score is the main one!" ”

Qin Siyu exclaimed: "What about Senior Xue?" ”

Yang Fei said: "One hundred points - provided that he is in good shape!" ”

Luo Caiyi said: "Your evaluation of Senior Xue is really high!" ”

Yang Fei said: "Zero God is not called in vain. ”

Liu Yun complained: "Don't patronize and chat! Back to God ~ Back to God ~"

Yang Fei waved the flag, and then shouted again: "Beijing team~ you are so strong~ first won the district championship, and then won the city championship~ come on~ must win~ no one can stop you~ come on~ must win~ everyone is willing to applaud you~ we are~ yours ~ true love fans ~ big foot game forward ~ forward ~"

Not to be outdone, Liu Yun shouted: "Beijing team~ come on!" Beijing team ~ must win! ……”

In the audience, it was still bustling.

Beijing team VS Shandong team, the ball game continues——

There are still 20 minutes left until the end of the game!