"Hello everyone, I'm Xiao Ming, the football commentator of this game! Welcome everyone to watch the football team of Beijing Institute of Sport in the Northeast District of the National University Football League against the football team of Shandong University of Sport! Let's enjoy the exciting showdowns that are coming!"

The strange senior held the microphone, crackling and saying a series of words without panting, his tone was high, revealing three points of liveliness, listening to it was exciting, but he was much more material than a certain poisonous Zhu, "Next, let me briefly introduce the specific situation of the two teams: The starters of the football team of Beijing Institute of Sport are: No. 22 goalkeeper Lin Xuecheng, No. 2 right back Duan Mulu, No. 20 left back Yang Yan, No. 4 scavenger Yang Zihua, No. 5 free center forward Wang Sicheng, No. 6 left forward Yang Chengcheng, No. 7 right forward Qiao Fei, No. 10 forward Lang Tao, No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng, No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun, No. 8 right winger Yao Qian!"

"The starters of the football team of Shandong Institute of Physical Education are: No. 1 goalkeeper Qiao Ji, No. 2 right-back Li Dou, No. 3 left-back Hua Shao, No. 4 scavenger Xiao Changtian, No. 5 free midfielder Mei Dong, No. 6 left forward Haidi, No. 7 right forward Gu Daofeng, No. 8 midfielder Tian Changchun, No. 9 shadow forward Wu Yue, No. 10 center forward Chen Wang, No. 11 left forward Xiangyu!" The strange senior kept saying, "Both teams are in a 4-3-3 formation! Let's give them another round of applause and welcome their passionate performances! ……」

"Papapa-" In the audience, there was warm applause: ~ The painting style seems to be wrong? What is a passion performance? This is a football game, did the daring football commentator mistake the football game as the live host to show off?

The auditorium was so lively. As a reporter accompanying the team, Zhu Mingrui expressed his worries: after the start of school, his profession changed again, from football commentator to reporter filming - Guo Dong, as the leader of the Beijing team, is simply the best logistics expert, and specially bought a digital camera for Zhu Mingrui to take pictures at any time...... Zhu Mingrui's head is getting bigger: he finally got used to the football commentator, but the big guy didn't make a sound and transferred him again.

"Scratch, scratch." Zhu Mingrui took understatement photography, snapping several pictures of the two captains guessing coins, trying to forget the annoyance of having to write a news report after the game.

Shenyang Institute of Physical Education, large stadium.

Lang Tao stretched and touched his back for the fourth time, trying to touch the number on his shirt again - he lost his number 10 and captain in an unexpected trip to Germany, and now he has made up for it all in the big league. Lang Tao's heart is full of eyes: In these years, the captain is not easy to mix, and the No. 10 jersey number is even more difficult to get!

With a sigh of relief, Lang Tao raised his arms and shouted: "Beijing team ~ the first game must win!" ”

"Beijing team ~ the capital must win!" Amazingly, the players of the Beijing team also responded in unison.

The players on the opposite side looked at the players of the Beijing team like fools - Xiangyu, the No. 11 left forward of the Shandong team, sneered even more: Do you think you can really win the first game if you shout casually?

He wants to give the Beijing team a little color and take a look!

"Toot-" The referee whistled and signaled the Shandong team to start.

Shandong's No. 11 left striker, Xiangyu, dribbled steadily.

Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Beijing team, rushed forward and challenged Xiangyu directly.

almost hit Xiangyu, but he could scare the other party at the moment of hitting people - Jiang Bisheng took a brake, took the opportunity to stretch his foot, hooked the ball, and cut it off smoothly!

Jiang Bisheng walked quickly, passed through Xiangyu's side, ran with the ball, and accelerated towards the outside of the Shandong team's penalty area.

Seeing the Beijing team's No. 10 forward Lang Tao, No. 8 right winger Yao Qian and No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun, they immediately followed closely behind, following Jiang Bisheng and silently supporting.

Xiao Changtian, the No. 4 scavenger of the Shandong team, ran to Jiang Bisheng, as if he wanted to keep an eye on Jiang Bisheng; Teammate No. 8 midfielder Tian Changchun stopped in front of Jiang Bisheng and tried to intercept Jiang Bisheng.

Jiang Bisheng was silent, kicked the football back, kicked it to Lang Tao, the No. 10 forward of the Beijing team, and simply ran empty - Xiao Changtian, the No. 4 scavenger of the Shandong team, still chose to keep an eye on Jiang Bisheng and not let him touch the ball again!

Jiang Bisheng ignored Xiao Changtian, and still took Xiao Changtian and went straight to the penalty area of the Shandong team!

After receiving the ball, Lang Tao, the No. 10 forward of the Beijing team, did not blindly rush forward, but played a triangle pass with No. 8 right winger Yao Qian and No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun - Langtao in front, Yao Qian on the side, Wu Zejun in front, the three passed the ball to each other, and played the Shandong team's defense around!

When he was young, Mei Dong, the No. 5 free central forward of the Shandong team, was unhappy with Langtao and resolutely joined the marking camp - Langtao's eyes flashed, and before Mei Dong arrived, he passed the football to the captain No. 8 right winger Yao Qian in a hurry.

Wu Zejun glared: Why don't you pass the ball to me?

Lang Tao was too lazy to complain, and motioned to Wu Zejun to hurry up and go to the penalty area of the Shandong team-

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

Wu Zejun made a stirring and rushed into the penalty area of the Shandong team diagonally on the right - yelling: "Give the ball!" ”

Yao Qian kicked out a banana pass and passed it to Wu Zejun - Li Dou, the No. 2 right-back of the Shandong team, flew towards Wu Zejun and tackled, looking hideous!

Wu Zejun clenched his fists, pursed his lips, kicked his feet, kicked hard, and made a volley-

And Li Dou seems to have rubbed into football!

The football flew to the left goal of the Shandong team, and the strength suddenly weakened a lot.

Qiao Ji, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Shandong team, moved to the left side of the goal and hugged the football embarrassingly!

What a surprise!

Wu Zejun shot the goal, but he didn't score!

Guessing that someone stopped the shot at the goal, the players of the Beijing team didn't have time to think about it, so they all returned to their positions.

And the No. 4 scavenger Xiao Changtian and the No. 5 free midfielder Mei Dong of the Shandong team are still loyal to their duties, and they will never abandon Jiang Bisheng and Lang Tao respectively - Jiang Bisheng and Lang Tao looked at each other and stared at each other!

Sure enough, Qiao Ji, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Shandong team, threw the ball vigorously and threw the ball to his teammate No. 3 left-back Hua Shao.

Hua Shao passed to his teammate No. 6 left midfielder Haidi, who held the ball and ran frantically into the midfield of the Beijing team.

Lang Tao squinted his eyes and dragged Mei Dong, the No. 5 free central midfielder of the Shandong team, to block the sea emperor.

Haidi passed the ball, and then passed to teammate No. 7 right midfielder Gu Daofeng.

Gu Daofeng rushed forward, using a straight line to descend to the right back of the Beijing team.

Yang Yan, the No. 20 left-back of the Beijing team, was stupid and did not move - fortunately, the No. 2 right-back Duanmu Lu knew how to save the field, and he pounced on him with a hum, blocking the way of the ancient road wind.

Gu Daofeng passed the ball to the left and passed it to his teammate No. 8 central midfielder Tian Changchun, Tian Changchun did not touch the ground after receiving the ball, and quickly passed the ball to the captain No. 10 center Chen Wang - Chen Wangren is tall and big, slightly smaller than Duanmu Green, looking very intimidating, dribbling into the Beijing team's penalty area.

The faces of the Beijing players changed greatly, and their No. 2 right-back Duan Mulu and No. 20 left-back Yang Yan rushed towards Chen Wang in unison - Lin Xuecheng stared at Chen Wang stubbornly, for fear that he would shoot as soon as he said the same thing!

Lin Xuecheng didn't guess King Chen's thoughts.

"Apprentice, you're coming!" King Chen suddenly picked up the ball and put his head on it-

Football flies high!

A figure jumped up, aimed at the football, and Wu Yue, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shandong team, used his head to the goal!

The football quickly came to the goal with a two-stage bouncing ball: first smashed to the ground, and then bounced up due to inertia, and accurately entered the net - Lin Xuecheng ran out of the goal by mistake when Wuyue was in the middle of the empty header, but failed to grasp the timing of the pounce and unfortunately lost the goal!

"Great!" The Shandong team was the first to score and was very happy.

Wu Yue finally found an opportunity to vent his anger: he held his chin high and provoked Lang Tao.

Lang Tao didn't even look at Wu Yue, and he didn't notice Wu Yue's twisted face at all.

"Tut-" The referee blew the slogan, indicating that the score of the Beijing team VS Shandong team was 0:1!

"Let's take a look at how the Shandong team scored." The distant public channel broadcast the scene of the Shandong team scoring, and the unfamiliar senior Xiao Ming said quickly, "The Shandong team has a pair of good partners and mentors and apprentices: Chen Wang and Wu Yue - this time Wu Yue is the assist, and Chen Wang is the main attacker."

"I'm sorry......" Lin Xuecheng was stunned for three seconds, and then cheered up and said, "I will guard the gate for you." ”

"Come on!" The players of the Beijing team cheered one after another, "It's only been the first fifteen minutes, what's the hurry?" ”

Lang Tao is full of vitality on the surface, but he is bitter in his heart, and he misses the days when Xue Lin and Lin Ruojin played - the two of them are called the main goalkeepers, which is like Lin Xuecheng? ……

After a pause, Lang Tao and the Beijing players returned to their positions, determined to counterattack.

The football buckled at the feet of Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team.

Lang Tao and Jiang Bisheng are still guarded.

Wu Zejun said confidently: "Look at my fast attack." ”

Yao Qian twitched, noncommittal.

Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, dribbled forward.

Xiangyu, the No. 11 left forward of the Shandong team, came to test the waters and wanted to play against Wu Zejun.

Wu Zejun didn't want to play tricks with Xiangyu, so he directly knocked down Xiangyu roughly.

A trace of disbelief crossed Xiangyu's eyes, and he tilted his body and sat on the court.

Tian Changchun, the No. 8 central midfielder of the Shandong team, raised his eyebrows and cautiously approached Wu Zejun, wanting to tackle the ball with his ball skills.

However, Wu Zejun accelerated instantly, throwing Tian Changchun like the speed of light!

"What's going on?" Tian Changchun was extremely surprised, "His movements are so fast that he can't catch them." ”

"That's your delusion." Chen Wang said in a deep voice, "His acceleration is extremely fast, and he can be described as the first person to contact - your rhythm is disrupted by him." ”

"Yes, yes?" Tian Changchun almost stammered, "Is that his stunt?" ”

King Chen shrugged.

"Stop him!" Wu Yue, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shandong team, did not like to return to defense and ran very slowly.

The defenders of the Shandong team rushed towards Wu Zejun in unison, intending to outflank Wu Zejun.

"Pass—" Yao Qian shouted.

Wu Zejun knocked down Hua Shao, the No. 3 left-back of the fastest Shandong team, with his body, and then passed the football directly.

Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger of the Beijing team, rushed forward and volleyed decisively!

The soccer ball crossed a large arc, seemingly to the left, but in fact to the right, flying towards the right goal with great vigour.

Qiao Ji, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Shandong team, never thought that Yao Qian was shooting a banana ball - Qiao Ji ran to the left, and when the football turned and flew to the right, it was too late to stop the ball......

Helplessly, Qiao Ji watched the football enter the frame.

"Great!" The players of the Beijing team were pleasantly surprised, "The score is tied!" ”

"Keep up the good work!" Yao Qian snatched Langtao's lines and added with a smile.

So, the referee blew the whistle, the score was effective, everyone cheered, the opponent was silent, and the two teams soon fell into an inseparable confrontation stage - the Beijing team began to defend efficiently: the goalkeeper is unreliable, it is better to change the defenders, try to let the defenders run as much as possible, so as not to concede the goal again!

The defenders of the Beijing team were all used as goalkeepers.

The Shandong team finally broke through the penalty area of the Beijing team, and when they didn't have much to design a shot, they were solved by the players of the Beijing team - no matter who of the Shandong team stepped into the penalty area of the Beijing team, the players of the Beijing team immediately joined forces and showed no mercy!

As a result, football was forced to spin around in midfield.

Lang Tao and other front-line generals frantically demanded to the defenders of the Beijing team: "You don't have to care about the front line, as long as the opponent enters our penalty area, you will hurry up and take them away, understand?" ”

Lin Xuecheng was slightly moved at the same time, but also a little decadent: he is really the most vegetable goalkeeper? …… It was he who held the Beijing team back – will he still have a chance to improve his game after this game?

For a while, Lin Xuecheng was disheartened: during this period of time, the personal assignment of Lin Ruojin and Xue Lin was very unqualified: the hand-in-hand coaching experience of assistant coach and goalkeeper coach Shenma...... Just the attendance rate of Lin Ruojin and Xue Lin himself, they are really suspected of hanging sheep's heads and selling dog blood, and they have been absent again and again, until now.

The players of the Beijing team are even very sure that the reason why Lin Ruojin and Xue Lin are extra assistant coaches and goalkeeper coaches is to completely use them wastefully - they can't go on the court, so it is better to play light and heat, so as not to transfer people in from the outside, which is too troublesome.

As the clock ticked by, the two teams were clearly playing the game of "you kick it, I'll kick it" - but saw the football fly high and fly into the air, and a group of people crouched and grabbed the ball at any time; After grabbing it, basically they will kick it vigorously to kick the football away, and then the other party will come and kick the football back.

It's gorgeous, but it's useless.

"Hold on!" King Chen drank.

Seeing the frequent running, the players of the Shandong team were very tired.

Wu Yue also changed his previous arrogance, and wiped the sweat on his face every now and then.

In contrast, there is no harm without comparison - the players of the Beijing team are all alive and vigorous, and there is no physical exhaustion!

King Chen was secretly worried.

The players of the Beijing team whispered with joy: Thanks to Coach Ru and Coach Meng for their devilish training - without the ruthlessness at the beginning, there would be no ease now.

This is also due to the relentless persistence of the players of the Beijing team.

"Toot-" When Chen Wang, the No. 10 center forward of the Shandong team, almost raised his foot to shoot, the referee blew the whistle -

The first half of Beijing team vs Shandong team is over!

The Shandong players panted and saluted each other with the Beijing players — and then the two sides lined up and walked into the lounge.

Fifteen minutes into the intermission, in the audience, a group of idle people finally interjected and chattered endlessly-