The second half began, and it was the turn of the Beijing team to serve.

Jiang Bisheng, Wu Zejun and Wang Sicheng formed a triangle formation and relied on tacit understanding to advance into the midfield of the capital team. Lang Tao, Qiu Baobao and Qiao Feng assisted in the back, once the football was intercepted, Lang Tao and they would snatch it back as soon as possible, and then pass it to Jiang Bisheng and them.

The closer he got to the goal of the Capital team, the more confused Lang Tao became.

…… To be honest, Lang Tao hasn't figured out how to break down the door of the first team.

Ordinary shots are estimated to not go in.

After all, the goalkeeper of the capital team is Xue Lin, the genius goalkeeper and the leader of the first team - after the first half of the competition, Lang Tao has to admit that Xue Lin does have the strength and can deserve the title of "zero god".

Zero God, homonym Lin Shen, zero represents zero goals conceded, which is indeed incisive.

It seems that in the last friendly ball game we met, it was he who paddled the water.

Lang Tao squinted his eyes and thought to himself: It seems that he can only increase the number of shots on goal, and he has broken through in terms of quantity.

I don't believe that in a hundred shots, I haven't scored a single goal!

Thinking of this, Langtao relied on ball control and easily took over the offensive rhythm of the game: as long as Langtao got the football, he must dribble flexibly, pass the ball to his teammates, and then let his teammates pass to each other at high speed, revitalize the enthusiasm of the whole team, and encourage his teammates to shoot vigorously when they can see the goal.

The capital team didn't even see the light of day on the counterattack, and they were tired of defending.

The Beijing team is worthy of being an attacking team, and the frequent shots like a stormy sea have made the capital team unguarded - but even if the number of shots on goal increases, it still can't break the door of the capital team!

The defense of the capital team is like an iron wall, and the captain of the capital team is an iron wall within the iron wall.

The Beijing team's style of play gradually became agitated.

At the same time, the strenuous exercise also took the players out of their physical strength.

Qiao Fei, the No. 7 forward central defender of the Beijing team, is particularly serious.

Coach Ru looked at it and suddenly made a tactical arrangement - Coach Ru signaled to the referee: replace Qiao Fei, the No. 7 forward central defender, and replace Lu Lian, who is good at making up the ball, to play!

The referee agreed.

At first glance, when he heard the news of the substitution, Qiao Fei's face turned pale, and he was not sad and disappointed: Could it be that he didn't play well?! This is the first time he has officially represented the campus football team in a game, and he is about to leave the game before the game is over......

Qiao Fei slapped Lu Lian's right hand, and forcibly said in frustration: "Come on!" ”

Lu Lian whispered: "Don't be sad, it's not that you are acting poorly, it's that Coach Confucianism has something for me to convey." ”

- I see! After listening to Lu Lian's explanation, Qiao Fei was in a much better mood instantly, calmly came to Coach Ru's side, and sat down with a group of substitute players to watch the game.

Witnessing the players off the field for the first time, the starters of the Beijing team were all stunned, including Wu Zejun.

You must know that since Wu Zejun officially played the game, Coach Ru has no precedent for letting players go off the field to replace -

It's too cheap.

Wu Zejun felt sorry for Qiao Fei.

The corners of Lu Lian's mouth twitched and saw that Wu Zejun and the others looked at him with unkind faces, and said very bluntly that he was not very welcome, as if he had done something heinous.

"Hey~ Anyway, we were teammates at the same time, although I didn't make the starting list, you can't be so hostile to me! What about revolutionary friendship?! Lu Lian was heartbroken and felt that it was extremely necessary to defend himself, "There is a reason for this replacement...... By the way, what do you think of Xue Lin's ability to defend the goal? ”

"How do you say it? - I'll go~ What kind of medicine did Xue Lin knock? It's too fierce! Jiang Bisheng, who failed to shoot at least three times, wiped the sweat on his face and took the lead in speaking, "I always thought that 'Zero God' was bluffing, but now it seems that there is really something going on." ”

"yes!" Lang Tao muttered, "I promise, our team has shot at least 20 times, but we haven't scored a single goal!" How do you break the door? Lang Tao tried hard to find a way, but unfortunately he couldn't do anything.

"Actually, it's not difficult to break through Xue Lin's gate." Lu Lian's eyes flashed, "Zero points are guaranteed until the end of the game." ”

"Huh?" The starters of the Beijing team blinked.

Lu Lian said quickly: "Coach Ru said, 'Xue Lin is powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he is also an injury, as long as the pain-relieving time passes, it is the time for us to shoot and score'." ”

The starters of the "......" Beijing team opened their mouths and were speechless.

Lu Lian said: "The ordinary ball game is divided into the first and second halves, 45 minutes each, a total of 90 minutes, plus a halftime break of 15 minutes, and a break of 5 minutes after 30 minutes of overtime, a total of 140 minutes!" If we had lasted until the penalty shoot-out after extra time, we would have won 100 per cent, because at that time, Xue Lin's pain-relieving time had just ended, and at the penalty kick, he couldn't go for pain-relieving injections at all. ”

The starters of the "......" Beijing team gasped: what a poisonous drag!

Do you want to be so poisonous?!

At the same time, the starters of the Beijing team are full of black lines: Dare to love us, do we have to use despicable means to win?!

Lin Ruojin blushed and said in disbelief: "Do we have to deal with him like that before we can win?" ”

In terms of strength, Lin Ruojin is really not as good as Xue Lin.

Lin Ruojin is very uncomfortable.

You can't win against Xue Lin, and you can't ......

Lu Lian nodded heavily and said, "This is what Teacher Confucius meant." ”

The starters of the Beijing team looked at each other: Do you want to follow Coach Ru's words?

"Toot-" the referee blew his whistle and motioned for the game to continue.

Next, even if the Beijing team didn't want to follow Coach Ru's words, they had to do it: Xue Lin is really strong, no matter what kind of shot he makes, he can stop it!

After getting the ball, Wu Zejun used his strongest foot force and kicked hard in the penalty area, the football was like a giant cannon, flying into the goal, but was blocked by Xue Lin - Xue Lin was sharp-eyed, never slapped it away with his hands, but held it in his arms, even if he was forced to take a step back by the strong foot force attached to the football, he would not let go!

Lu Lian, who was an ambush soldier, sighed: There is no chance to make up shots!

In the capital's penalty area, Lang Tao slyly kicked up and was still in the right corner of the goal - which was more difficult to save than shooting from outside the box. Xue Lin looked up and felt that the football was flying extremely fast, and if he didn't pay attention, he would lose the ball. But he knew the route of Langtao's shot, jumped up wittily, and preemptively blocked the right corner of the goal.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Bisheng drilled out from somewhere, jumped up high, and changed the route of the football with a header - the football that should have crashed into Xue Lin's chest went straight down, as if it was about to bounce to the ground and bounce into the goal!

Xue Lin was not in a hurry and chose to land smoothly. In the process of landing, Xue Lin touched the bouncing football with his toes, touched it, and collided it into a parabola!

- Good opportunity! Shoot! Lu Lian rushed over and shot at the goal!

"Don't think!" Zhang Yan, the right-back of the capital team, saw that his family could not return to the defense in time, so he hurriedly tackled the ball and shoveled the ball away.

"Watch the ball!" The shoveled football was captured by Wu Zejun of the Beijing team again.

Wu Zejun shot decisively!

Xue Lin stared at the flying football, and also got up decisively, reflecting!

Wu Zejun saw that the ball type of the football reflection was also a straight ball, so he simply kicked it back!

Xue Lin also kicked out again and again!

Wu Zejun kicked again, Xue Lin kicked back again - okay, the two played against each other, and no one would admit defeat!

Everyone stared at the two people who were kicking each other, and they didn't dare to interfere wantonly, so they let them kick and play.

After a long time, this confrontation was terminated under the truncation of Yan Yueyue.

Yan Yue glared at his captain with annoyance and anxiety, feeling that he was too unclear about the seriousness.

This is a football game, and it's not a child's game, so how can you waste your time? Let alone......

Yan Yue seemed to think of something, pursed her lips, and looked very unhappy. Dribbling the ball at his feet, he wanted to rush into the area of the Beijing team, but was intercepted by Wu Zejun.

Wu Zejun was very unhappy with the involvement of a third party, who let the third party interrupt his contest with Xue Lin?

Yan Yue saw Wu Zejun blocking the ball, not only was he not afraid, but he was a little excited: although Wu Zejun's style of play was too rigid, Wu Zejun's ball skills were not very good, so he ......

Yan Yue made a passing posture, and when Wu Zejun was distracted to find out who he thought was passing, he immediately flicked the football outward with his right foot, and successfully broke through from Wu Zejun's side with speed!

"Is this [Changing Direction]?" Jiang Bisheng, who is proficient in ball skills, was eye-catching.

Jiang Bisheng stepped forward to stop people.

Yan Yue also wanted to use the [Change of Direction] ball skill, but Jiang Bisheng stared at Yan Yueyue to death, his reaction and action were faster than Yan Yueyue, and he was frighteningly fast - Yan Yue failed and failed to pass Jiang Bisheng!

Jiang Bisheng trotted into the penalty area of the capital team, and remembered to shoot with his feet, but Xue Lin moved faster - he took a step forward and deducted the football, almost making Jiang Bisheng lose his balance!

The crisis is over.

The players of the capital team were panting roughly, and their mood was also grumpy.

The Beijing team is really difficult to deal with!

The No. 4 scavenger Zhang Junyi and the No. 2 right-back Zhang Yan of the capital team glanced at each other, and they both read a touch of ruthlessness in each other's eyes.

Lang Tao is going to be unlucky.

After that, after the players of the Beijing team got the football, as soon as they passed it to Langtao, Langtao must be guarded - Zhang Junyi and Zhang Yan first teamed up to guard Langtao and did not let him touch the football, if Langtao touched the football, Zhang Junyi and Zhang Yan would also try their best to foul Langtao and prevent him from touching the ball.

Seeing that Zhang Junyi and Zhang Yan's movements were getting more and more rough, Lang Tao was secretly vigilant and tried to stay away from them.

But that's easier said than done.

Zhang Junyi and Zhang Yanhou were dog skin plasters, which were glued to Langtao, and they couldn't tear them off.

couldn't get rid of them, Lang Tao was quite miserable.

Even when Lang Tao stood on the court as a mural, Zhang Junyi and Zhang Yan did not leave an inch.

Lang Tao was helpless, so he had to signal to his teammates: "Anyway, I pulled down two players from the capital team, nine to eight, we have an advantage in numbers, there is no reason why we can't win them." ”

The humorous quips made the players of the Beijing team a lot more relaxed.

However, nine people VS eight people, no matter how good they play, they can't score a goal!

Lin Ruojin was anxious to see it in the rear, and he couldn't wait to step forward and kick it!

The striker of the capital team is also in a hurry: why can't he grab the ball?!

I won't get the slightest chance to attack!

The two sides faced off for so long that the two teams forgot the time of the game.

"Tut-" The loud whistle sounded without warning, and all the players who were sweating profusely stopped, and they were stunned for a long time before they reacted: Oh~ The game is over?!

All the players looked at the scoreboard in unison - the score was still 0:0!

…… It seems that there will be an overtime game?