Although the Beijing team is one point ahead of the Shenyang team, there are fifteen minutes left before the end of the game - according to Jiang Wusheng's strength, he will not score a point in fifteen minutes, and he is ashamed to have the strength of "demon"!

Jiang Wusheng squinted his eyes, exuding a sense of battle intent all over his body, like a battlefield warrior, which was terrifying.

"My brother is angry." Jiang Bisheng looked at it, and he couldn't hear it, "According to the past, he has never fallen behind - how can he not be angry when you let him lose a goal this time?" ……”

"You guys?" Lang Tao raised an eyebrow, "Doesn't it include you?" ”

Jiang Bisheng smiled and patted his forehead: "Yes, I am also within the range of 'you'." ”

"Do you regret it?" Lang Tao asked curiously.

“…… No regrets. Jiang Bisheng smiled. I don't regret this at all! ”

I don't regret it, I'm really happy!

Jiang Bisheng's heart fluttered: In the past ten years, no matter how active he has been on the court, he has never been able to get rid of the shadow of his brother Jiang Wusheng - his father and coach always take Jiang Wusheng as the center to lay out all the offensives, Jiang Bisheng is not inferior to his brother, but he is always ignored by his father and coach!

——At present, the Beijing team is ahead of the Shenyang team, does it mean that he has slightly won Jiang Wusheng?

Jiang Bisheng glanced at the bench of the Shenyang team perceptively, but saw the football coach of the Shenyang team and his biological father, looking at the field expressionlessly, without making any arrangements.

Jiang Bisheng's heart sank.

"What are you looking at? - Back to God, back to God! Lang Tao's voice brought Jiang Bisheng back to his senses, "We have to play football well!" Football is fair, but I don't want them to turn a defeat into a win near the end! ……”

Jiang Bisheng blinked and responded, "Yes!" ”

Jiang Bisheng retracted his gaze and ignored the football coach of the Shenyang team.

The game is the most important thing at the moment, and the rest will be talked about until after the game!

"Come on! Win! ......" The players of the Beijing team also responded one after another.

Restrain pride, lest the self-confidence be overdone, and the Beijing team will stand up again.

Another round of the Shenyang team serves.

The football buckled at the feet of Hua Cheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shenyang team.

Hua Cheng glared at Jiang Bisheng and rushed towards Jiang Bisheng without fear of death.

Jiang Bisheng snorted lightly: Still coming? - Very well, I will fulfill you!

also ran towards Huacheng.

The strikers of the Shenyang team didn't care whether Hua Cheng could beat Jiang Bisheng or not, and ran straight towards the area of the Beijing team - but in a moment, they rushed to the outside of the Beijing team's penalty area!

Except for Jiang Wusheng!

"The score of Beijing team vs Shenyang team is 3-2!" Football commentator Xiao Ming said at the top of his voice, "Not to be outdone, the Shenyang team decided to counterattack again - the No. 9 shadow striker of the Shenyang team is on the shadow striker of the Beijing team, guess who can win?"

"In a competition, it turned out to be the No. 9 skill of the Beijing team!" Football commentator Xiao Mingxing added on a whim, "Anyway, the No. 9 of the Beijing team took the wrong medicine today? - Have you noticed that he has a lot of heads-up times? …… He is worthy of being a master of the Beijing team, and his skills are superb!"

Hua Cheng's eyes were red, and in annoyance, he glared fiercely at Jiang Bisheng's calf, and wanted to step on it!

"Huacheng!" Jiang Wusheng scolded angrily.

Hua Cheng trembled, and the action of stepping on his feet was immediately changed to a tackle - it just happened that Jiang Bisheng flashed Hua Cheng, and he still needed to fight Jiang Wusheng again, and his posture was not adjusted at all!

Hua Cheng shoveled this time, just shoveling the football towards Jiang Wusheng - Jiang Bisheng was a beat slower, and he couldn't hook the football after landing!

"You ......" Jiang Bisheng turned his head and glared at Hua Cheng hatefully.

Hua Cheng grinned, inexplicably satisfied.

"Well done!" Jiang Wusheng praised Hua Cheng, retreated with the ball, and opened the distance between him and Jiang Bisheng.

Jiang Bisheng just wanted to take a kick, but he saw Jiang Bisheng towards him and vigorously made a long pass!

Jiang Bisheng jumped up subconsciously, but he didn't stop the soaring football!

The football crossed a big arc and flew into the backyard of the Beijing team in an instant!

The Beijing team was shocked: ~ In addition to Li Jun, Jiang Wusheng's foot strength is not weak?!

It's too late to be surprised: several Shenyang team striker players suddenly crowded into the Beijing team's penalty area, which suddenly made the Beijing team's defenders scramble - the Shenyang team's forward players cooperated with each other: first Jiang Wusheng contained, and then the Shenyang team's No. 7 right forward Wen Feng came from behind, scored a supplementary goal, and successfully leveled the score!

"It's flat again?" - This is the deflated Beijing team: what are you doing? It was only a few minutes after I was happy, and I was tied again, how to play happily!

"It's flat again!" - This is the happy Shenyang team: great! Score one more goal and win the game!

There is only one pinnacle to the Grand Football League!

The Beijing team and the Shenyang team, which were evenly divided, looked at each other, and their eyes were marked with obvious fighting spirit.

It was the turn of the Beijing team to take the ball.

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

Wu Zejun had a cold face and ran with the ball.

Jiang Wusheng, the No. 10 left forward of the Shenyang team, stopped with a smile on his face, and did not let Wu Zejun pass - with a hook under his feet, the football was taken away lightly!

Wu Zejun didn't have time to get angry, and saw a foot flying from the sky - a touch of his toes, touching Jiang Wusheng's football away!

It's Jiang Bisheng!

Taking advantage of Jiang Bisheng's drag on Jiang Wusheng, Wu Zejun took the opportunity to run behind Jiang Wusheng and signaled Jiang Bisheng to pass the ball.

Jiang Bisheng rolled his eyes: Jiang Wusheng was blocked between them, how to pass the ball? - and not afraid of being robbed!

refused to pass the ball to Wu Zejun, Jiang Bisheng kicked the ball back and kicked it to Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger of the Beijing team!

Yao Qian hung a long pass, and it was passed to Wu Zejun.

Wu Zejun ran with the ball without delay at all.

Jiang Wusheng wanted to chase Wu Zejun, but was stopped by Jiang Bisheng.

"Get out of the way." Jiang Wusheng frowned.

"Don't." Jiang Bisheng retorted as a matter of course.

Jiang Wusheng stared at Jiang Bisheng and didn't knock him away.

Lang Tao's heart moved: Maybe ......

Wu Zejun is invincible.

Behind Wu Zejun, there were a number of players dragging them: there were players from the Beijing team, and there were also players from the Shenyang team - in order to prevent Wu Zejun from being cut off, all the Shenyang team players who dared to stop Wu Zejun were stopped by the Beijing team players!

It's like a tragic showdown of one for one, everywhere Wu Zejun goes, all the chickens and dogs are jumping!

Because Jiang Bisheng dragged Jiang Wusheng, the Beijing team unexpectedly vacated manpower, leaving No. 10 forward Lang Tao and No. 5 free central defender Wang Sicheng as helpers - Yang Yan obeyed Wu Zejun's order and transferred to Jia Rui, the No. 4 scavenger of the Shenyang team, to prevent Jia Rui from interfering with Wu Zejun!

Wu Zejun never passed the ball until he ran into the penalty area of the Shenyang team, and was stopped by Wang Mu, the No. 3 left back of the Shenyang team - fortunately, although the football was lost, it was picked up by Langtao!

As soon as they saw Lang Tao holding the ball, the expressions of the defenders of the Shenyang team changed greatly, and they rushed towards Lang Tao one after another.

Even Jiang Wusheng also collected his contempt and chased hard-

But he was still stopped by Jiang Bisheng!

Jiang Wusheng tried to brutally knock Jiang Bisheng away, but Jiang Bisheng was stubbornly defended - sinking his face, Jiang Wusheng knew that as long as he wanted to, he could knock down Jiang Bisheng at any time......

However, his brute action will definitely hurt Jiang Bisheng.

Slightly distressed, Jiang Wusheng shouted: "Is there enough trouble? Get out of the way when you've had enough! ”

"It's the game." Jiang Bisheng scolded Jiang Wusheng angrily, "You don't have to think about me!" No matter if I get hurt, I won't give in! If you have the ability, you will step on me! ……”

It is impossible for Jiang Wusheng to step on Jiang Bisheng - if he really wants to deliberately step on someone, he will commit a foul rule!

Rolling his eyes, Jiang Wusheng took two steps back, turned sharply, accelerated, and instantly shook off Jiang Bisheng!

Jiang Bisheng's face turned pale, and he chased after Jiang Wusheng with his head bored!

At this time, the No. 10 forward Lang Tao and the No. 5 free central midfielder Wang Sicheng of the Beijing team have just completed a triangle pass, just waiting for Lang Tao to volley - the football is flying in the air, if there is no accident, it will fly to the feet of Lang Tao!

However, an unexpected surprise appeared: Jiang Wusheng and Jiang Bisheng rushed in the direction of the football one after the other, intending to interrupt the pass - Jiang Bisheng struggled to stop Jiang Wusheng, but every time he made a move, Jiang Wusheng was always seen through by Jiang Wusheng! Helplessly, Jiang Bisheng could only chase Jiang Wusheng to the death and gallop with him!

Lang Tao was horrified to see that the good pass was destroyed by Jiang Wusheng: the football flew halfway and was cut off by Jiang Wusheng who rushed - and then Jiang Bisheng did not let Jiang Wusheng run away with the ball, and hurriedly flew to tackle the ball!

Jiang Wusheng's figure flashed, and he picked up his feet, dodging Jiang Bisheng's tackle, and also avoiding Jiang Bisheng's powerless impact.

Leaning over his body, Jiang Wusheng used the instep of his foot to juggle the ball, and when the football was upside down, he raised his foot and kicked the football into the air - everyone was stunned, and sighed that Jiang Wusheng's flexibility was excellent, and such a difficult action as splitting his leg could also be done!

The football was flying in the air, Jiang Wusheng and Jiang Bisheng adjusted their postures, and jumped up to grab the ball - Jiang Bisheng was much shorter than Jiang Wusheng, and he couldn't win Jiang Wusheng at all: Jiang Wusheng jumped much higher than Jiang Bisheng, and easily put the football on his head!

Football flew to the Shenyang team's No. 5 free midfielder Gu Feng.

The Shenyang team's No. 5 free central midfielder Gu Feng was defended by the Beijing team's No. 5 free central midfielder Wang Sicheng!

"Pass me!" Lang Tao shouted.

Wang Sicheng was ruthless, almost desperately pounced in front of Gu Feng, turned his back to Gu Feng, and passed the ball to Lang Tao with difficulty - at that time, Jiang Wusheng still wanted to step forward to stop Lang Tao, but Jiang Bisheng was dragged to death!

Jiang Wusheng's eyes were on fire, and he watched Lang Tao catch the ball smoothly and shoot homeily - clean and neat, never dragging mud and water!

The football rushed to the right corner of the Shenyang team - Runyun, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the Shenyang team, desperately pounced on the ball, sighed that he couldn't save the ball, and let the ball fall neatly into the frame!

"Good!" Lang Tao clenched his fists, "One more goal!" ”

"What?" The players of the Beijing team who just wanted to celebrate were dumbfounded, "Another goal? ”

It's already embarrassing to be one point behind, and you want to drop two points? - This is impossible!

Hearing Lang Tao's declaration, Jiang Wusheng gritted his teeth: The ball game is not over yet!

Let's ride a donkey and read the record book - we'll see!

At this point, there were five minutes left before the end of the game.

Although Lang Tao is still enterprising, the players of the Beijing team think that he should do what he can - didn't you look at Jiang Wusheng on the other side who wanted to eat people? It's not good to offend each other like this, right? In case the other party is forced to be in a hurry, but the ship is wrecked, then won't they lift a stone to shoot themselves in the foot?

Therefore, even if Langtao wants to score another goal, the players of the Beijing team secretly plan: absolutely to stick to this point - there are still five minutes before the game, as long as you grit your teeth, it will be over soon!

The referee blows his whistle and signals the game to continue.

Football commentator Xiao Ming reminded: "There is not much time left before the end of the game, will the Beijing team attack against each other, or stick to this point? ……」

In addition to Lang Tao, Jiang Bisheng and Wu Zejun, the players of the Beijing team chose to defend - even Lin Xuecheng!

When Jiang Bisheng and Wu Zejunlian* got off the serve of the Shenyang team, they heard Lin Xuecheng, the No. 22 goalkeeper of the Beijing team, shouting: "We must keep this point!" ”

As soon as he shouted this time, Dunjiao Langtao, Jiang Bisheng and Wu Zejun turned pale - Duanmu Lu waved his arm and interjected: "I support the attack!" I support the offense! I support the offense! ”

Say the important thing three times.

Lang Tao, Jiang Bisheng and Wu Zejun's anger eased slightly: fortunately, there is another ...... who knows how to measure

But it didn't work.

Even if everyone was in favor of defense, they were almost slapped in the face!

Three minutes before the end of the game, after the Shenyang team's No. 10 left forward Jiang Wusheng grabbed the ball, he shot vigorously from a distance and almost broke the goal, but fortunately, the Beijing team's No. 2 right back Duanmu Lu blocked a goal for the goalkeeper!

Two minutes before the end of the game, the Shenyang team's No. 9 shadow striker Hua Cheng wanted to single-handedly challenge the Beijing team's No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng and lost again, but then Jiang Bisheng lost to Jiang Wusheng again, and was hit by Jiang Wusheng with a long-range shot, causing a big scuffle near the goal of the Beijing team.

If it weren't for Lin Xuecheng's quick eyes, he was lucky to predict the landing point of the football and picked up the ball first...... Jun Ming, the No. 11 right forward of the Shenyang team, took a step late, saw Lin Xuecheng take the ball away, and braked in time -

There was still a minute before the end of the game, Lin Xuecheng, the No. 22 goalkeeper of the Beijing team, mistakenly threw the ball to Jiang Wusheng, the No. 10 left striker of the Shenyang team, when throwing the ball - Jiang Wusheng immediately reflexed, kicked Lin Xuecheng's face, and kicked Lin Xuecheng's face swollen!

"Break the siege!" The Beijing players were shocked.

Beijing's No. 2 right-back Duanmu Lu and No. 20 left-back Zhou Hua kicked the ball away and almost crashed into one place.

The soccer ball was narrowly kicked away.

but fell at the feet of Jiang Wusheng again!

Jiang Wusheng shot and shot the football straight into the goal of the Beijing team-

"Toot-" The referee whistles while the football is flying!

The crowd watched in horror as the football fell into the Beijing team's goal.

It's just that this ball game is over!

The referee did as the Beijing team wished, saying: "Invalid! ”

The Beijing team breathed a sigh of relief as expected: it was too thrilling!

The Shenyang team was so sad that it distorted a face: how could it be?

"Three to two! Beijing team VS Shenyang team - Beijing team wins!" After the announcement was completed, the football commentator Xiao Ming commented pertinently, "This is a wonderful ball game, and both sides played at a professional level! The Shenyang team owes a little bit of luck, and if they are given another chance, it will be the Beijing team that loses!"

No matter how euphemistic the football commentator Xiao Ming said, it is a fact that the Beijing team won-

"We won! We won! The players of the Beijing team howled boldly with confidence, "We are the champion of the 'Northeast District of the Campus Group'!" We are the champions of the 'Campus Category Northeast Region'! ……”

This victory is an extra hard time to score.