"Beijing team ~ come on! Beijing team ~ must win! ”

The bright red banner has a golden font written on it that reads "Beijing Team Must Win", which is not eye-catching. Yang Fei waved a huge flag, which matched her tall figure quite well, and it was very distinct. Liu Yun became the leader of the cheerleading team, with high morale, and commanded the cheerleading girls to dance hard. The cheerleading girls danced and cheered:

"Beijing team~You are so strong~ Win the district championship first, and then rush to the municipal competition~ Come on~ Victory~ No one can stop you~ Come on~ Victory~ Everyone has to applaud you~ We are~Your~True love fans~"

In the audience, the audience from all over the world cheered "wow", and the scene was noisy.

It's weird~ Is there any entertainment in this ball game? - Don't you want to be so passionate!

No one noticed that in a corner, two reporters were quietly taking pictures.

"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 Jingmao broadcast studio, Zhu Mingrui held the microphone and explained as always, "First of all, let me briefly introduce the specific situation of the two teams: The starters of the football team of Beijing Sports Institute 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 University of International Business and Economics football team are No. 1 goalkeeper Gu Xia, No. 2 right-back Liu Xi, No. 3 left-back Feng Jian, No. 4 central defender Jiang Linrong, No. 5 free striker Niu Xiu, No. 6 left midfielder Yan Yun, No. 7 right midfielder Deng Xiaofeng, No. 8 central midfielder Shui Longlong, No. 9 striker You Jiaojiao, No. 10 right winger Ning Jiabao, and No. 11 left winger Chang Xiangke." Commentator Zhu Mingrui paused for a moment and said, "The formation of the Beijing team and the formation of the foreign trade 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!"

Jingmao Stadium.

As the captain of the Beijing team, Lang Tao is full of black lines: Zhu Mingrui, you are a pitfall, what about the pride of being a football commentator? Why don't you change some new lines, go back and forth to know the copy, don't think that he didn't pay attention to the commentary last time!

Listen to this commentary, it's almost the same as playing! Don't change the soup at all?! - In addition to the player's name, Zhu Ruiming, there is no one else in this mode!

Haven't you heard the lines of the cheerleading girls change?

It's time to change your clichés, right?!

Lang Tao thought: After this ball game is over, he wants to find an opportunity to beat Zhu Mingrui well.

With a turn of his eyes, Lang Tao secretly looked at the players of the foreign trade team and was surprised to find that their jerseys were so new and new.

It looks like it has just been ordered.

Don't......

Lang Tao is cranky: ...... Is it Mr. Mo's handwriting?

Lang Tao smiled, blinked, and threw away the distractions in his heart.

It's still the old-fashioned coin guessing session: the referee tosses a coin, and the two captains guess the heads.

Result: Beijing won the guess.

The two teams returned to their respective positions, and the referee stepped back to the sidelines, whistling to signal the start of the game.

Served by the Beijing team.

The football buckled at the feet of Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Beijing team.

Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, was quite dissatisfied with this and stared at Langtao gloomily.

Lang Tao, the No. 10 forward of the Beijing team, shrugged his shoulders and silently said: If you don't change the bad habit of not passing the ball for a day, Jiang Bisheng will execute the kick-off in the future.

Wu Zejun sighed slightly: Habit becomes natural!

Since it can't be changed, let Jiang Bisheng start the game!

Beijing team's No. 9 shadow striker Jiang Bisheng dribbled forward, teammates No. 8 right winger Yao Qian and No. 11 left forward Wu Zejun assisted, No. 5 free center forward Wang Sicheng and No. 10 forward Lang Tao followed behind, No. 6 left forward Yang Chengcheng and No. 7 right forward Qiao Fei rushed quickly and rushed into the midfield of the foreign trade team.

Seeing that Jiang Bisheng's dribble was coming, the foreign trade team hurriedly stepped forward to block: No. 9 striker You Jiaojiao took the lead in rushing towards Jiang Bisheng, and was accelerated by Jiang Bisheng and shook off lightly.

You Jiaojiao, the No. 9 striker of the foreign trade team, was not in a hurry, turned around and shoveled, and was evaded by Jiang Bisheng jumping up with the ball - Jiang Bisheng volleyed and passed the ball to Yang Chengcheng, the No. 6 left forward of the Beijing team.

Yang Chengcheng received the ball, ran wildly with the ball, just entered the penalty area of the foreign trade team, and was intercepted by Niu Xiu, the No. 5 free forward defender of the foreign trade team - Yang Chengcheng didn't have time to close his feet, so he was tackled by Niu Xiu and brutally snatched the football!

Yang Chengcheng stumbled and almost fell.

Niu Xiu, the No. 5 free forward of the foreign trade team, made a long pass and passed the ball straight to the running captain No. 10 right winger Ning Jiabao - Ning Jiabao rushed forward with the ball, just stepped outside the penalty area of the Beijing team, and shot directly from a distance!

The football crossed a sharp arc and drilled into the goal of the Beijing team!

"Beep-" The referee's whistle blew, signaling that the foreign trade team would score one point first!

Beijing Players: "......"

~ the other party is attacking quickly?! It's so fast that even the goalkeepers can't react!

Lin Xuecheng blinked, and it took a long time to remember: Oh~ He lost the ball!

"I'm sorry." Lin Xuecheng rubbed his wrist, "I didn't catch it." ”

"It's okay, just pay attention next time~" The players of the Beijing team generously understood.

Playing again, the foreign trade team launched an offensive.

Ning Jiabao, the No. 10 right winger of the foreign trade team, dribbled the ball, and just after a few steps, he saw Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Beijing team, rushing over, wanting to steal his football with courtesy-

Ning Jiabao smiled coldly, snapped his fingers, and saw Niu Xiu, the No. 5 free forward defender of the foreign trade team, rushing forward and stopping Jiang Bisheng with his body.

Ning Jiabao dribbled and moved forward quickly.

"Don't think!" Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, had a fierce light in his eyes, and he crashed into Ning Jiabao with a fierce momentum - Ning Jiabao "ouch", collided with Wu Zejun, and was knocked away by Wu Zejun!

"Tut-" The referee whistled, suspended the game, and showed a yellow card to Wu Zejun!

- Thankfully, no penalty was taken!

The players of the Beijing team who came back to their senses were still scared in a cold sweat: if they were punished with two yellow cards in a game, they could not play the next game - according to Wu Zejun's brutal style of play, as long as he dares to keep it, it is definitely a matter of time before he is punished with yellow cards and red cards......

Wu Zejun lowered his face, glared at Ning Jiabao, and said coldly: "You did it on purpose!" ”

Ning Jiabao looked innocent and shouted, "You deliberately show me one?" ”

"Senior Wu, don't say a word!" Lang Tao hurriedly stopped Wu Zejun, lest he be targeted by the referee again.

The referee seems to be fair, but Lang Tao still remembers the dueling covenant and understands it very well: Mr. Mo secretly makes a shot, and the referee will definitely try to cooperate - in case there are only ten players left in the Beijing team to participate in the game, it will be too unadvantageous.

"Humph!" Wu Zejun snorted heavily.

The referee immediately looked at it.

Lang Tao hurriedly dragged Wu Zejun and signaled him not to make trouble.

Wu Zejun followed Lang Tao's instructions and returned to his original position with a straight face.

The referee's gaze lingered for a moment, and finally looked away.

Lang Tao breathed a sigh of relief.

The game continues.

The foreign trade team is still in control of the offensive tempo.

In order to prove that Ning Jiabao was slightly injured, Ning Jiabao decisively let his teammate No. 11 left winger Chang Xiangke dribble the ball.

The No. 11 left winger of the foreign trade team often ran with the ball and ran down the left sideline of the pitch, attracting the attention of several Beijing players - Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, wanted to stop the ball, but was stopped by the No. 10 striker Lang Tao.

Lang Tao was afraid that Wu Zejun would grab the ball lightly, and accidentally cause the opponent to be "seriously injured" - if the referee picks a yellow card again, then Wu Zejun will be completely Game Over!

Lang Tao asked his teammate No. 8 right winger Yao Qian to steal, and if he didn't succeed, he let the defenders block it.

As for the rest of the Beijing team players, they obediently stood in the receiving position, so as not to be crowded in one place and robbed of the ball.

Yao Qian chased wildly, and only when the No. 11 left winger of the foreign trade team often ran into the left penalty area of the Beijing team, he could catch up with him. At this time, Chang Xiangke unfortunately faced the interception of two players from the Beijing team.

Yao Qian is behind, and Yang Yan, the No. 3 left-back of the Beijing team, is in front - Lang Tao has a bad heart: sure enough, as long as Wu Zejun does not have an order, Yang Yan will definitely not move a step!

Lang Tao watched as Chang Xiangke, the No. 11 left winger of the foreign trade team, passed Yang Yan, drilled into the penalty area of the Beijing team, and shot with his feet!

Yao Qian slowed down——

The soccer ball swoops to the ground and goes towards the goal!

Lin Xuecheng, the No. 12 goalkeeper of the Beijing team, reached out to pounce on the ball, but he didn't save!

- Another point for the foreign trade team!

Beijing Players: "......"

Lin Xuecheng looked at the football in the goal with annoyance, and he didn't feel good.

Sure enough, there is no harm if there is no comparison: Lin Xuecheng wants to play, but he also knows his strength, this time he lost two points in a row, and he couldn't help but miss Lin Ruojin - Lin Ruojin is only a freshman, and his football talent is so good, if he keeps the goal, will he not concede a goal at all?

Once the seeds of disappointment are planted, it is difficult to gain self-confidence.

Glancing at someone on the bench, Lin Xuecheng felt a little shaken in his heart.

The Beijing team, which was two points behind, tried to fight back.

When the football was handed over to Jiang Bisheng, the No. 9 shadow striker of the Beijing team, Jiang Bisheng was ready to take a big go, follow the example of the foreign trade team, and make a fast attack - Jiang Bisheng held his breath: Obviously, the overall strength of the other party is not as good as theirs, why is the team lagging behind?

Jiang Bisheng can be seen clearly: the foreign trade team is really good at fast attack - relying on the average level of the goalkeeper to save the ball, the foreign trade team tries its best to attack the penalty area of the team, waiting for the opportunity to shoot, without dragging the mud and water!

This makes the Beijing team, which has not yet been exposed to fast attack, unable to adapt in the short term.

With a flash of light, Jiang Bisheng sneered: You will attack quickly, won't I?!

The dribbling advances, Jiang Bisheng frantically performs the [heel change direction] ball skill, and throws off the two one after another!

The No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, Wu Zejun, charged forward, the No. 6 left forward Yang Chengcheng and the No. 7 right forward Qiao Fei chased behind, and the No. 8 right winger Yao Qian opened the way for Jiang Bisheng.

Jiang Bisheng passed all the way and stumbled into the penalty area of the foreign trade team.

Raise your foot and kick the football hard - Jiang Bisheng shoots strongly!

Gu Xia, the No. 1 goalkeeper of the foreign trade team, and Lin Xuecheng's level of saving the ball was comparable, and they couldn't save Jiang Bisheng's shot - the ball went in!

"Great!" Jiang Bisheng cheered, "Score!" ”

"Awesome~" The players of the Beijing team gave Jiang Bisheng a thumbs up.

Chasing back a point boosted the low morale of the Beijing players, and everyone smiled.

Wu Zejun clapped his hands and reminded: "Don't let your guard down~ We are still one point behind!" ”

It's really a pot that shouldn't be mentioned-everyone was happy, and they were splashed with a big bucket of cold water by their own deputy team, and looked at Wu Zejun sadly.

Wu Zejun didn't care, aimed at Jiang Bisheng, and asked: "Let me shoot next time." ”

Jiang Bisheng aimed at Lang Tao, Lang Tao touched his chin, and said without giving in: "If you want to shoot, you must pass the ball first." ”

"......" Wu Zejun squinted at Lang Tao angrily, "If you don't let me make a move, I have to rob it." ”

Beijing Players: "......"

The vice team begged to be calm~ Can't you play football honestly?! You have to play grab!

Lang Tao twitched his mouth and said helplessly: "Don't forget that you have a yellow card." ”

Wu Zejun was stunned, but he didn't stubbornly go on anymore, and he didn't raise the bar anymore.

It's the turn of the foreign trade team.

The foreign trade team quickly slapped the face and froze the smiles of the players of the Beijing team-

The No. 9 striker of the foreign trade team, Yu Jiaojiao, dribbled the ball, and its forward players and midfielders protected the perimeter of You Jiaojiao and prevented the Beijing team players from approaching-

The crowd tactics are both simple and practical, and they are used very well by foreign trade teams: Wu Zejun, the No. 11 left forward of the Beijing team, wanted to grab the ball, but was stopped by Chang Xiangke, the No. 11 left winger of the foreign trade team; Yao Qian, the No. 8 right winger of the Beijing team, wanted to grab the ball, but was attacked by the No. 8 central midfielder of the foreign trade team, Shui Longlong; Lang Tao, the No. 10 forward of the Beijing team, also wanted to grab the ball, but was directly targeted by Niu Xiu, the No. 5 free forward of the foreign trade team......

In short, no matter how many people come to steal in the Beijing team, how many people will be sent by the foreign trade team to intercept, and in a one-for-one way, let the No. 9 striker of the foreign trade team, You Jiaojiao, sprint and enter the penalty area of the Beijing team!

The defenders of the Beijing team rushed one after another, especially the No. 2 right-back Duanmu Lu was the most active - however, the No. 9 striker of the foreign trade team, You Jiaojiao, seemed to be open, and did not consider getting rid of Duanmu Lu at all, but ......

"Watch the ball!" You Jiaojiao, the No. 9 striker of the foreign trade team, grabbed a gap and shot hard!

The ball flew towards the bottom right corner goal of the Beijing team.

Lin Xuecheng, the No. 12 goalkeeper of the Beijing team, tried his best to move to the right, but he was a second late and let the ball go into the frame!

"Haha~" You Jiaojiao, the No. 9 striker of the foreign trade team, waved his arm, "Come in~ We got three points!" ”

The foreign trade team celebrated happily as if they had won the game.

In fact, the first half of the game is not over yet!

"Don't be discouraged, we still have a chance!" Lang Tao encouraged everyone, "Come on, everyone~"

"Yes!" The players of the Beijing team responded in unison.

Only Lin Xuecheng is an exception.

"Xue Lin!" Lin Xuecheng suddenly raised his voice, gritted his teeth and said, "Change you!" ”

Xue Lin: "......"

At the bench of the Beijing team, Xue Lin, a talented goalkeeper on the super bench, stood up quietly and immediately looked at Coach Meng.

He couldn't make his own decisions.

Even if he wants to play, he has to get permission from the coach.

Coach Meng turned to Lin Xuecheng and asked seriously, "Are you really going to play?" ”

Lin Xuecheng lowered his head and replied, "Yes." ”

"Okay then." Coach Meng was not hypocritical, "Xue Lin, replace you on the field." ”

Xue Lin nodded, looking restrained and calm.

- No one knew that Xue Lin was frantically complaining in his head: Great! Finally it's my turn! I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting for a long time! Every time I warm up, just to play! Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared! Thank God, you opened your eyes! Teacher Meng, you have enlightened! Oh~ Today must be my lucky day! ……

Seeing Xue Lin playing, everyone's reactions were different-

Lang Tao sighed and said: Xue Lin is on the field!

Wu Zejun smiled and said to himself: Xue Lin, you are finally on the field!

Yang Chengcheng said depressedly: Xue Lin is really on the scene!

Ning Jiabao, the captain of the foreign trade team, said in his heart: Xue Lin is on the field?

The players of the foreign trade team said in frustration: How could Xue Lin get on the field? …… Apparently their goalkeeper was not injured!

In the audience, it is estimated that only Yang Fei was the most excited, and said emotionally: "Xue Lin - good!" ”

"Xue Lin ~ You are awesome ~ The genius goalkeeper is the most worthy of you ~ You are a zero god, in terms of hard work, no one is inferior to you~" Thinking about it or not, Yang Fei waved the flag and cheered loudly.

At this moment, Yang Fei only shouted for Xue Lin.

Xue Lin waved his hand at Yang Fei and calmly stepped onto the field.

——There are still about ten minutes before the first half, and the Beijing team has changed the No. 22 goalkeeper Xue Lin on the stage!