Sure enough, Wu Zejun was guarded by the political and legal team.

After the No. 1 goalkeeper of the political and legal team shot Lang Tao's shot directly to the north, his teammate No. 3 left-back Luo Gengxin was the first to react and hurriedly chased the ball-

The players of the Beijing team saw it, leaving No. 6 left forward Yang Chengcheng, No. 8 right winger Yao Qian and No. 10 forward Lang Tao to grab the ball, and the rest of the players all returned!

The political and legal team also hurriedly returned to their positions, leaving only No. 2 right-back Hu Yan, No. 4 central defender Jiang Liming and No. 6 left-back Zhong Boshu to guard Yang Chengcheng, Yao Qian and Lang Tao respectively, so as not to interfere with Luo Gengxin.

The football was picked up by Luo Gengxin first!

Luo Gengxin wanted to dribble, but saw Yang Chengcheng, the No. 6 left forward of the Beijing team, and Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger, running towards him - behind Yang Chengcheng and Yao Qian, they each dragged the No. 2 right back Hu Yan and the No. 4 central defender Jiang Liming of the political and legal team who couldn't shake off their tails!

Lang Tao was affected by a foot injury and was obediently guarded by Zhong Boshu, the No. 6 left midfielder of the political and legal team.

In order not to be tackled, Luo Gengxin, the No. 3 left-back of the political and legal team, passed the ball forward, and passed it to Bai Heng, the No. 8 central midfielder - Bai Heng received the football smoothly, and when he saw that his captain was defended, he was not at a loss, and took the ball straight to the outside of the penalty area of the Beijing team!

The No. 7 right forward Jia Yihua, the No. 10 right winger Wu Changtian and the No. 11 left winger Jin Yuanbao of the political and legal team, as well as the assistance, were sprinkled and did not let the Beijing team players get close to Bai Heng.

Looking at Wu Zejun being strictly guarded by Zhou Xiu, the No. 5 free forward of the political and legal team, and then looking at the captain of the political and legal team, the No. 9 striker Kong Ying, by Wang Sicheng, the No. 5 free midfielder, Lang Tao is very sure: The other coach's arrangement is very good, even if the backbone of the team is locked, they have a way to plan the main attack!

Seeing the political and legal team attacking, the players of the Beijing team hurriedly returned to the defense: Yang Yan, the No. 3 left back of the Beijing team, as always, stood still, but listened to Wu Zejun shouting angrily: "Yang Yan, don't let him shoot!" I saw Yang Yan running over, blocking Bai Heng, the No. 8 central defender of the political and legal team, one hundred and eighty degrees!

Bai Heng couldn't shoot and kicked the ball back with his heel.

Jin Yuanbao, the No. 11 left winger of the political and legal team, rushed forward and raised his foot to shoot high - the football crossed a beautiful parabola and went straight to the top right corner of the Beijing team's goal!

Lin Xuecheng, the No. 12 goalkeeper of the Beijing team, tried hard to save the ball, but he didn't save!

"Toot-" With the referee's whistle, the football drilled into the door of the Beijing team!

"Two to one!" The No. 11 left winger of the political and legal team, Jin Yuanbao, ran straight.

"Not bad!" The players of the political and legal team gave a thumbs up to the gold ingots.

The Beijing team silently watched the political and legal team cheering.

"It's not decadent, is it?" Although it was unnecessary, Lang Tao still couldn't help but say more, "The game is not over yet, we still have time to fight back, everyone is not a rookie, it shouldn't be so easy to be hit, right?" ”

The players of the Beijing team looked at Langtao, smiled knowingly, and responded: "That's nature~"

"Good!" Lang Tao clenched his fist and encouraged the Beijing team, "No matter how tortuous the process is, victory will eventually belong to our Beijing team!" ”

The game continues.

Served by the Beijing team.

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

This ball game made the Beijing team quite depressed: No. 10 forward Lang Tao's ankle was still in pain and he couldn't run fast; No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng's calf is bruised and swollen, which also affects his running speed; Although the No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun was not injured, he was defended by the opponent - look, Yao Qian just ran a few steps, and saw Zhou Xiu, the No. 5 free forward of the political and legal team, running to defend him dedicatedly, and then looking at Wang Sicheng, the No. 5 free center forward of their Beijing team, did not defend the opponent's No. 9 striker Kong Ying!

Seeing Zhou Xiushou Wu Zejun, Wang Sicheng touched his nose, so he had to guard Kong Ying too!

So, shortly after the kick started, the No. 5 of both sides guarded the opponent's ace striker and tried to prevent them from getting into the football game.

Kong Ying is honest, he doesn't jump or make trouble; Wu Zejun was not happy, ran and jumped, and played with Zhou Xiu as a dog.

Zhou Xiu was forced to slip away, holding back his anger, if it weren't for the fact that this was the court, he would have wanted to beat people.

Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger of the Beijing team, dribbled the ball for a while, and saw Wu Changtian, the No. 10 right winger of the political and legal team, come to steal, and subconsciously wanted to pass the ball, but saw that the ball could not be passed to Langtao, and it was inconvenient to pass Jiang Bisheng, and Wu Zejun was even more unable to pass, and he was a little confused for a while.

"Pass it to Qiao Fei!" The corners of Lang Tao's mouth twitched, reminding Yao Qian.

Yao Qian was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, kicked the ball back, and then ran forward in an empty state, bypassing Wu Changtian, the No. 10 right winger of the political and legal team.

Qiao Fei, the No. 7 right forward of the Beijing team, received the ball, saw Yao Qian pass Wu Changtian, and passed the ball to Yao Qian.

Wu Changtian looked up to watch the ball fly over his head, although he really wanted to use the ball above his head, and intercepted halfway through-

The football finally fell safely at the feet of Yao Qian, and Yao Qian continued to run with the ball.

Yang Chengcheng, the No. 6 left midfielder, and Qiao Fei, the No. 7 right midfielder, followed Yao Qian from left to right.

Lang Tao thought about it, trotted in pain, jogged into the penalty area of the political and legal team, lurking and waiting for an opportunity to shoot.

Yao Qian, Yang Chengcheng and Qiao Fei formed a triangular formation to steadily advance the midfield of the political and legal team: Yao Qian dribbled, once he encountered the political and legal team's scramble, he passed the ball back, or passed to Yang Chengcheng, passed to Qiao Fei, and when Yao Qian bypassed the other party, Yang Chengcheng or Qiao Fei, who took the ball, passed the ball high to Yao Qian.

came and went, and the tacit cooperation of Yao Qian, Yang Chengcheng and Qiao Fei passed the three players of the political and legal team.

The political and legal team quickly changed its strategy: No. 2 right-back Hu Yan defended Yang Chengcheng, and No. 3 left-back Luo Gengxin defended Qiao Fei, leaving Yao Qian alone.

Fortunately, at this time, Yao Qian had already broken into the penalty area of the political and legal team.

When Yao Qian was besieged by the players of the political and legal team, Lang Tao stood in the corner and waved at Yao Qian, angrily brushing his sense of existence.

Yao Qian didn't say a word, and passed the ball high to Lang Tao.

Adjusting his posture, Lang Tao endured the pain to catch the ball.

Lang Tao didn't believe in evil, gritted his teeth, and shot hard again - the football crossed a sharp arc and went straight to the left corner of the political and legal team!

Then, he was pounced on by the No. 1 goalkeeper of the political and legal team to the north!

The No. 1 goalkeeper of the political and legal team kicked the ball away vigorously to the north, clapped his hands, and smiled good-naturedly: "How many times have I told you, I am very good at fluttering the ball, and if you try a few times, it will still be the same." ”

Lang Tao clenched his fists, a little annoyed: I knew that it was better to give up the opportunity to shoot to someone else - blame him for being too conceited!

Having made up his mind, Lang Tao decisively decided: to take Wu Zejun as the main plan, and plan the offensive line.

However, Wu Zejun was strictly guarded by Zhou Xiu, the No. 5 free forward defender of the political and legal team - if Wu Zejun wants to shoot, he must break through Zhou Xiu's marking!

Zhou Xiu is a person, he doesn't look good, and his kung fu is good: he can run and jump, even if he was tossed by Wu Zejun, he didn't make radical moves, and still trapped Wu Zejun loyally.

Because Wu Zejun couldn't get rid of Zhou Xiu, and the Beijing team's attack was not enough, the second half of the first half became a garbage game: the two teams were boring and you kicked and passed, wasting time and not scoring a goal.

The main contributor to the Beijing team's failure to drop any more points was Duanmu Green.

Duanmu played extraordinarily, often kicking the ball away accurately before the political and legal teams rushed into the Beijing team's penalty area in droves, and defused the goal crisis several times.

"Toot-" The referee's whistle sounded again, signaling the end of the first half.

The two sides breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly lined up and walked to the lounge of each team.

It's just that there are a lot of injured players in the Beijing team, and it looks particularly pitiful to be helped to walk, until-

"Yo~ Ruvansen's guy didn't come, you guys just kicked like this, isn't it okay?" The not-so-strange male voice said with a smile - for some.

Lang Tao was startled, and then shocked, and looked up suddenly, and saw the beautiful uncle standing there in a well-dressed manner—unaware, I thought it was the coach of the Beijing team!

"You...... You ......" Wu Zejun's eyes widened.

"Teacher-Master!" Duanmu Lu blurted out.

Uncle Pretend's perfect smile showed a hint of cracks, snorted lightly, and said, "In vain...... Sun, playing well, it's worth exaggerating. ”

The elevation of the apprentice grandson is dimensional, compared with the uncle who pretends to be tender, it is simply an adult compared to a child, which is too incongruous.

"Who is he?" The rookie Beijing team players who didn't know the pretending to be Uncle Tender whispered.

Lang Tao replied in a low voice: "He is Coach Meng...... Well, the prospective coach of the national youth team. ”

National Youth Team?!

The rookie Beijing team players gasped: Wow~ Big shot!

Uncle Pretending to be Nen grinned and beckoned, "Don't delay the intermission." ”

After that, Uncle Pretending to be Nen led the obedient Beijing team players into the Beijing team lounge.

in the audience.

"Beijing team ~ come on! Beijing team ~ must win! The cheerleading girls cheered earnestly.

Liu Yun stared at the stranger and left with the Beijing team players, very curious.

When Yang Fei saw it, he said happily: "You don't know, do you? - That man is Coach Meng! ”

"His surname is Meng?" Liu Yun let out an "oh" to show his understanding.

Yang Fei smiled evilly: "By the way, Coach Meng is still the quasi-coach of the national youth team!" ”

"What?!" Liu Yun was taken aback by Coach Meng's backstage background and almost bit his tongue.

The ignorant family members and viewers around them didn't know much about the "national youth team", and asked blankly: "The national youth team? - So what? Is it more powerful than Coach Ru? ”

Liu Yun had to teach the ignorant family members and the audience what the national youth team and the World Youth Cup were.

After listening to the explanation, the eyes of the ignorant family members and the audience all changed, and the reaction was generally "Wow~ It turns out that my son is so powerful, and he has found a coach of the national youth team as a mentor!" "Beijing Sports School is so powerful that it actually brought the coach of the national youth team to be a teacher? What a big deal! What a hard coach! ”

And the teachers and students of the nearby Beijing Institute of Physical Education were also shocked, and opened their mouths in unison: Wow ~ coach of the national youth team?! Our school football team is so tired~ No wonder we won the district football championship!

…… Everyone's hearts are hot: the coaches of the national youth team are on the field, what if their Beijing team is one point behind? - Hmph~ still win the game and become the final winner!

"Beijing team ~ come on! Beijing team ~ must win! The cheerleading girls were also obviously stimulated and shouted more excitedly, "Beijing team ~ handsome!" Beijing Team ~ Hi! Beijing team ~ swear to win NO.1! ”

The cheerleading girls shouted far away, far away into a corner, and someone's face was gloomy.

Beijing team lounge.

"Introduce yourself and call me Coach Meng!" The half-white-haired uncle didn't look old at all, glanced at the Beijing team players who were drinking water and resting, and said with a smile, "Maybe you guessed, I'm your Coach Confucian's senior brother!" ”

"Senior brother?" Langtao feels a little fantasy: the coach also has a master?

"And ...... your master?" Wu Zejun asked questions without fear of death.

Coach Meng refused: "No comment." ”

Wu Zejun: "......"

"In short, until you Coach Confucianism recovers, I will teach you." Coach Meng said straight to the point, "I have an average temper, and I don't like to be disturbed when I am arranging tactics......"

The players of the Beijing team immediately became as quiet as chickens, and they didn't even make a sound to drink water.

Coach Meng nodded with satisfaction, began to arrange the tactics for the second half, and said: "Wu Zejun, you are guarded by the other party, why don't you stir their eyes and let them scatter their combat power?" ”

Wu Zejun looked at Coach Meng stupidly, with a confused look.

Coach Meng sighed: "In the first half, you walked the dog quite easily, why didn't you skate a few more?" The more you slip, the less pressure your teammates will have! ”

"......" Wu Zejun was full of shame and thoughtful.

"Yao Qian did a great job." Coach Meng rarely praised people, "You cooperate well with Yang Chengcheng and Qiao Fei, and continue to maintain it in the second half!" Yao Qian used it as a bait, I remember that your shots are mostly arcs, and you mostly use arcs to pretend to shoot, but in fact, you pass the ball, which should also pose a threat to their goalkeepers. ”

"Yang Chengcheng, you used to be the leader of a team, why can't I see you play your due strength?" Coach Meng frowned, quite dissatisfied, "Your every move is not as good as a substitute." ”

Yang Chengcheng's face turned red with shame, and he lowered his head, not daring to refute.

Coach Meng said: "If I'm not mistaken, your shot seems to be a straight ball?" Why don't you shoot on goal? You've got too few touches! In the second half, you touched the ball a lot and shot when you had a chance, you know? ”

Yang Chengcheng nodded hurriedly.

"As for Jiang Bisheng and Lang Tao...... Coach Meng glanced at the injured duo and sincerely suggested, "Do you want to ......?" ”

Before the word "field" could be spoken, it was interrupted by Lang Tao and Jiang Bisheng in unison:

"No!"

The roar is fierce, and the attitude of not ending if you are killed.

Coach Meng shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Then try to take care of your own safety, just be a color head, kick if you can, and don't kick if you can." ”

"......" Lang Tao and Jiang Bisheng suddenly felt delicate: they are usually among the best masters in the team, but they were abandoned by Coach Meng at first glance, which is not sour.

"I'm done." Coach Meng comfortably drank a cup of tea and moistened his throat, "The rest depends on your ability to adapt to changes - anyway, you have to remember that rules and tactics are dead, people are alive, if you encounter different situations, don't stick to the rules." ”

The players of the "......" Beijing team accepted the coach's command for the first time and were really flattered. I was surprised for a long time before I replied, "Understood!" ”

Lang Tao: "......"

How can there be a sense that the limelight has been stolen by Coach Meng?