"Hello everyone, I'm Zhu Mingrui, from Beijing Institute of Sport, and I'm honored to be able to explain the second game of the city's football match for our school team!" In the Olympic Stadium, Zhu Mingrui held the microphone and stood on the scene for the first time to explain, "First of all, let me briefly introduce the specific situation of the two teams: The starters of the football team of Beijing Institute of Sport are: No. 12 goalkeeper Lin Xuecheng, No. 2 right back Duan Mulu, No. 3 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 forward Jiang Bisheng, No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun, No. 8 right winger Yao Qian!"

"The starters of the China University of Political Science and Law football team are No. 1 goalkeeper Xiang Beibei, No. 2 right-back Hu Yan, No. 3 left-back Luo Gengxin, No. 4 central defender Jiang Liming, No. 5 free striker Zhou Xiu, No. 6 left forward Zhong Boshu, No. 7 right forward Jia Yihua, No. 8 central midfielder Bai Heng, No. 9 striker Kong Ying, No. 10 right winger Wu Changtian, and No. 11 left winger Jin Yuanbao." Commentator Zhu Mingrui paused for a moment and added, "The Beijing team formation and the political and legal team are both 4-3-3, both teams tend to attack, it seems that this time there will be a picture of the dragon and the tiger, let's look forward to their wonderful game - let's applaud these two teams!"

As soon as the commentator Zhu Mingrui finished speaking, the audience applauded with face.

Listening to the applause around him, Zhu Mingrui intuitively felt like he was coming to a passionate performing arts meeting.

His heart was suddenly full of pride, Zhu Mingrui clenched his fists and decided to explain the city football game well.

seemed to feel Zhu Mingrui's surging, Wu Zejun in the stadium squinted and accurately stared at Zhu Mingrui in the audience, with an obvious threat in his eyes: If you have a poisonous tongue, you will die a miserable death.

Zhu Mingrui suddenly felt that his neck was so cold: he was still as quiet as a chicken and was a spectator, right?

To explain the game, just mention it casually at the beginning, in the middle and at the end.

Shrinking his neck, Zhu Mingrui hurriedly put down the microphone and sat down obediently.

As soon as he sat down, he immediately looked no different from the audience around him - so many viewers couldn't help but glance at him: it's not that he is handsome, but that he is too fat, which is in stark contrast to the surroundings!

"Who's that guy? How do you sit on the commentary stage? ”

"Nonsense, if the narrator doesn't sit on the podium, where is he going to sit?"

"Scared~ That fat man is the narrator? - Don't tease me! ”

"~ That guy is a commentator? - Not like that? The voice I heard was so charming and magnetic, but I didn't expect the narrator's real appearance to be a fat man...... Wow~ This is not scientific! ”

"~ It's good to know, don't say it?! - Do you think I'm not disillusioned? Fall~"

Zhu Mingrui heard everyone's discussion and expressed his heart: the first semester of college is almost over, and he hasn't lost it yet...... Could it be that he really has to play a game of football to have a chance to lose weight?

Looking at the players on the field, Zhu Mingrui was slightly envious - no matter what the players on the court looked, one thing is worth affirming, that is: no matter how handsome they look, no matter how short they are, no matter how tall they are, they are all thin, sons, and people!

With a strong physique, it is easy to make them look extra handsome! It's no wonder the players are always popular with the girls - look, isn't there a cheerleading team of girls cheering on over there?!

…… The players on the court couldn't understand Zhu Mingrui's jealousy.

Under the instructions of the referee, they suppressed their fighting spirit and saluted each other as a sign of friendship. After that, the captain guessed the heads and tails of the coin, and the players of both teams stood up and prepared to kick the ball.

Served by the political and legal team.

The football was buckled at the feet of Kong Ying, the captain of the political and legal team, No. 9 striker.

Kong Ying is 19 meters tall, tall and burly, and has a face that is as his name suggests: Eagle Eyes. He is also handsome, but his eyes are particularly fierce, so that even if he is smiling, it feels like scrutiny, very gloomy, as if someone owes him three million dollars, which makes people feel disgusted.

Lang Tao glanced at Kong Ying opposite, and found that he had been staring at Wu Zejun from just now to now, feeling a little uneasy, and reminded Wu Zejun: "You have to be careful when you play football." ”

"Do you still have to say that?" As soon as Wu Zejun came on the field, his whole aura changed, "Didn't you see that guy when I did?" - Look at his eyes, he is not a good person at first glance! I'm going to be safe. ”

Lang Tao twitched his mouth and complained: What about you? - How do you behave like a villain!

Of course, Lang Tao didn't dare to say this out loud.

"Toot-" The referee blew his whistle to signal the start of the city football match between the Beijing team and the political and legal team.

The captain of the political and legal team, No. 9 striker Kong Ying, dribbled and advanced to the midfield of the Beijing team. His teammates No. 10 right winger Wu Changtian and No. 11 left winger Jin Yuan assisted behind him.

Seeing that he was No. 9, Jiang Bisheng, the Beijing team who was also No. 9, was happy to see Hunting and rushed forward first.

Although Jiang Bisheng is short, he is smart, rushed to the front of Kong Ying, the No. 9 striker of the political and legal team, stretched out his feet, and made a simple and rude tackle!

In fact, it is no longer a "shovel", but a "hook"-

Kong Ying, the No. 9 striker of the political and legal team, made a block, but he didn't stop it, and the football was hooked away by Jiang Bisheng.

Kong Ying was not annoyed, and still ran towards the outside of the Beijing team's penalty area.

After a successful blow, Jiang Bisheng was surprised, and just when he had the idea of "the captain of the political and legal team is so weak", he saw that the No. 10 right winger Wu Changtian and the No. 11 left winger Jin Yuan of the political and legal team blocked up together, and stretched out their feet at the same time - Wu Changtian stretched out his feet to stumble Jiang Bisheng, and Jin Yuanbao stretched out his feet to grab the ball brutally!

Jiang Bisheng screamed softly "ah" and tripped to the ground.

After Jin Yuan grabbed the ball, he ignored the foul of his teammate Wu Changtian and made a strong long pass, which was sent to Kong Ying, who was running, - Kong Ying broke into the penalty area of the Beijing team!

"Stop him!" Wu Zejun was shocked, "Yang Yan, stop him!" ”

I didn't defend myself, and I didn't care about Jiang Bisheng, who was tripped up.

Lang Tao's face turned blue, and he wanted to find the referee and ask him why he didn't get a yellow card when the political and legal team fouled - but the referee was busy tracking Kong Ying and had already run away!

Therefore, Jiang Bisheng can only consider himself unlucky when he was tripped up? !

- Think beautifully!

Lang Tao's heart was on fire, and he angrily defended himself. While running, I thought: It's okay if the opponent doesn't score, if he scores, he has to make trouble with the referee if he says anything - bullying them without a coach?!

At the same time as Langtao returned to the defense, a wave of forward players and midfielders of the political and legal team also attacked the Beijing team's penalty area one after another - Langtao said coldly: So unified, come prepared?!

Kong Ying, the No. 9 striker of the political and legal team, was targeted by Yang Yan, the No. 3 left-back of the Beijing team. Kong Ying did not hesitate, kicked the ball back, and kicked it to Bai Heng, the No. 8 central defender of the rushing political and legal team.

"Don't think!" The No. 2 right-back of the Beijing team, Duanmu Lu, rushed sideways, intending to knock into Bai Heng, the No. 8 central midfielder of the political and legal team-Bai Heng, the No. 8 central midfielder of the political and legal team, screamed "Ah" and was knocked down by Duanmu Lu!

Duanmu Lu was startled, and hurriedly affirmed: "I didn't use my strength!" "But......

"Toot-" The referee's whistle sounded, not only penalizing Duanmu Green with a yellow card, but also giving the political and legal team a chance to take a penalty kick!

"My day!" Duanmu's face turned green, and Lang Tao also exploded, protesting loudly, "It's not fair! They also fouled just now, why didn't they punish them?! ”

The referee looked at Lang Tao and warned: "Forget it this time, next time you disrupt the order of the game, you will be punished with a yellow card!" ”

"You're ......!" Lang Tao blushed and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The referee is a black whistle~ It's definitely a black whistle!

Lang Tao's eyes were red, and he desperately warned himself: Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry......

When encountering a black-hearted referee, you must not be angry with the referee, otherwise you will suffer by yourself......

But—

Lang Tao turned his heart sideways, sank his face, and said angrily: "Mr. referee, they also fouled just now, what are you going to do?!" After that, he yelled at someone: "Jiang Bisheng-"

"Ouch~!" Jiang Bisheng covered his calves and screamed miserably, as if he had been stabbed!

- Jiang Bisheng's calf is really swollen, green, and at first glance, he was deliberately kicked green.

Lang Tao looked at the referee calmly, and said: "The audience present has also seen it, if you don't believe it, you can ask them!" If you deliberately didn't see it, I would be happy to mention this trivial matter to the Municipal Football Association, and use it as an after-dinner joke, I believe the Municipal Football Association will be impressed. ”

At this moment, the referee's face is not good-looking: the referee of the dignified ball game is threatened for the first time, which is ......

After weighing the weight, the referee had to give in and said: "The football team of Beijing University of Sport took a penalty kick first, and the football team of China University of Political Science and Law took a penalty kick later!" Whoever has dissent, a red card! ”

The two bowls of water were leveled, and no one could pull their faces to make a fuss.

As a result, the two sides took penalty kicks one after the other, scoring one point each.

Ten minutes into the game, Beijing team VS political and legal team - 1:1!

Lang Tao returned to the ball position, Jiang Bisheng gave Lang Tao a thumbs up and admired: "You are so good, dare to argue with the referee." ”

Lang Tao smiled bitterly: Is he willing?! - If he could, he wouldn't want to make a fuss! But...... He really doesn't want their game to seep into any negative news of black whistles and fake kicks! Playing football is a simple and happy sport, but in China, it has become a money-making tool for people who want to make money, so that when domestic fans talk about the national football team, they call the national football team a big dye vat, who plays in the country, who will be dyed black.

Fang Cai Langtao kept telling himself not to be angry, thinking that he could hold back, but he still couldn't hold back the sand in his eyes - he couldn't hold back! Not only did he not hold back, but he also openly shouted with the referee......

It's rare to see in a hundred years! At least Jiang Bisheng saw it for the first time!

~ Next, even if the referee is eccentric, they have to admit it, who let Langtao brush the majesty of the referee?

"It's you, are you alright?" Lang Tao glanced at Jiang Bisheng's calf, Jiang Bisheng's calf was still bruised and swollen.

Jiang Bisheng jumped lightly, bared his teeth and grinned: "Don't worry, you can run and jump~ Don't worry that I will quit!" ”

Lang Tao: "......"

The bruised calves are shocking, huh? Is it really okay? Don't deliberately pretend it doesn't hurt?

Lang Tao pursed his lips and whispered: "Just pay attention to proportion." "I didn't ask in the end.

"Hmm." Jiang Bisheng smiled helplessly: Detected? Should I say that I deserve to be the captain?

Wu Zejun glanced at Jiang Bisheng and snorted lightly: When everyone is blind? If you want to say that the bruised calf doesn't hurt, who will believe it?

The game continues.

Kick-off by the political and legal team.

Then the captain of the political and legal team, No. 9 striker Kong Ying, dribbled to the midfield of the Beijing team, and the No. 6 left forward Zhong Boshu, the No. 7 right forward Jia Yihua, the No. 8 central midfielder Bai Heng, the No. 10 right winger Wu Changtian and the No. 11 left winger Jin Yuanbao heard the wind.

Without waiting for Jiang Bisheng to make a move, Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, ran towards Kong Ying violently, trying to exchange courtesy: brutally knock Kong Ying away - preferably disabled!

Seeing Wu Zejun coming, Zhou Xiu, the No. 5 free forward defender of the political and legal team, flashed his eyes and stopped people quickly, preventing Wu Zejun from stealing the football - Zhou Xiu was also burly, and his physique was comparable to Wu Zejun, which made Wu Zejun unable to break through for a while, so that Kong Ying smoothly rushed into the left midfield of the Beijing team.

Seeing Kong Ying tear open a hole in the Beijing team, the forward players and midfielders of the Beijing team all rushed to Kong Ying - Kong Ying didn't have time to pass the ball, and was cut off by Lang Tao, the captain of the Beijing team's No. 10 forward!

Lang Tao took the ball and met the No. 6 left forward Zhong Boshu and the No. 11 left winger Jin Yuan of the political and legal team. Unhurried, Lang Tao firmly controlled the football at his feet and neatly avoided the opponent's surprise attack.

Although Langtao does not have gorgeous ball skills, fortunately, he is one of the best in ball control, and he can still cope with one enemy and two enemies.

However, when a group of political and legal team players attacked, Lang Tao decisively passed the ball, kicked the ball back, and kicked it to Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger who came to meet - Yao Qian received the ball, sprinted, and broke through the encirclement of the political and legal team in a desperate manner, and went straight to the outside of the penalty area of the political and legal team!

At the same time, the players of the Beijing team also ran outside the penalty area of the political and legal team to assist Yao Qian.

The area around the penalty area of the political and legal team fell into a scuffle, and the referee was also attracted and diverted his attention.

Therefore, when the players of the political and legal team who surrounded Langtao did not return to the defense for a long time, Langtao had been quietly repaired by them - they surrounded Langtao and made the false appearance of not letting Langtao break through, but in fact, they all stretched out one foot and kicked Langtao's ankle!

This is the first time Langtao has faced an opponent full of malice.

Lang Tao gritted his teeth to dodge, and wanted to shout to attract attention, but the other party threatened in a low voice: "You'd better be good, we're just retaliating a little, if you dare to shout and scream, when the game is over, ensure that someone breaks your legs and feet, so that you can never play football." ”

Lang Tao was stunned for a while, and was kicked a few times.

The other party is also very obedient: after really kicking him a few times, he quickly disperses.

Lang Tao only felt the burning pain in his bare feet - it was just a skin injury, not serious.

On the other hand, Yao Qian and the Beijing players who assisted failed to score another goal.

The ball is kicked out of bounds.

- There's still a chance!

Lang Tao's eyes lit up, he didn't care about the pain in his feet, and limped forward.

The teammates who stayed in front of the formation stared at the football and didn't notice Langtao's strangeness.

Only Wu Zejun, Jiang Bisheng and the defenders of the Beijing team know.

Wu Zejun's face was like sinking water, Jiang Bisheng's teeth were sore, and he didn't know how to persuade Langtao.

Before coming to the formation, Lang Tao stood quietly somewhere, only waiting for the occasional football to fly.

The corner was too remote for anyone to notice.

The ball was thrown by the No. 2 right-back of the Beijing team.

Duanmu Lu threw it hard, and saw the football fly high into the air, causing all the players to look up at the ball.

The players of the Beijing team want to complain: Duanmu Green, Duanmu Green, will you throw the ball? Why throw so high!

Everyone gathers to land the ball and prepare for the scrum.

Then, you fight for me, and it's not lively to win.

Suddenly, the football was kicked out by Duanmu Green Header.

The football was thrown into a remote corner where there was no one for the time being—

No, it's not right - there are people!

A figure rushed towards and volleyed directly, ruthlessly!

The ball whizzed through a sharp arc and flew straight to the right corner of the goal.

The No. 1 goalkeeper of the political and legal team reacted quite quickly to the north, jumped up at the first time, put his hands together, blocked the right corner of the goal, and smashed the football with his hands, just like shooting tennis!

Lang Tao was surprised: in the city football match, someone saved his shot for the first time!

The No. 1 goalkeeper of the political and legal team smiled at Langtao to the north and said, "Hehe, I'm a good person, I'm good at playing curveballs." ”

So, as long as you shoot a straight ball, you can't save it?!

In this way, if the team wants to score, the key lies in Wu Zejun?

- No wonder......

Lang Tao thoughtfully.