Text Chapter 22 Long Shot
With the whistle of the electronic referee "drop", the numbers of the countdown clock begin to change, and the game begins.
The Ex-ball appeared out of thin air in the middle of the field and landed high.
"Woohoo!"
Karl kicked his legs like a chicken, jumped high to his feet, and took control of the ball in his own hands first.
Indeed, in the opening scramble, Andrea had no advantage at all. It's not Andrea's reflexes and bounce that are a problem, it's the physical gap. Although Andrea's height is 1.78 meters, which is considered a tall person among girls, Carl is still a boy after all, with a height of 1.83 meters, which is five centimeters taller, and the height difference of five centimeters directly determines the situation at the beginning.
Very good, this game, a good start!
Carl secretly rejoices that he rarely gets the upper hand at the start.
Isn't that bad......
Andrea pouted.
As soon as Carl landed, his hand fell down hard, ready for the ball to be changed to his feet. This is to make a height difference. Under normal circumstances, the opponent will pounce on the ball in his hand first, and if he changes his foot at this time, the opponent will directly save into the air.
Carl was a little proud, he wasn't the kind of person who didn't know how to think about it.
But that little cleverness ends there.
Andrea struck quickly, slamming his palm on the ball, pushing it out in one fell swoop, as if he were about to cut his enemy's throat. Not only that, Andrea followed up as if he had anticipated the direction in which the ball would be knocked away, and finally caught the ball that was almost out of control at the most extreme distance, and threw the ball from behind to the other hand. After this adjustment, the originally chaotic course of the ball regained its regularity and the rhythm was firmly controlled.
It's seen through!
Moreover, after this series of almost violent actions, Andrea has thrown off Carl by nearly two positions!
The situation was reversed in an instant, and the ball was already in Andrea's hands.
To Sophie's surprise, with this intensity of hand movements, Andrea is obviously more like a player with an accustomed hand!
Isn't her foot strength a waste......
However, this doubt was quickly answered.
Karl is not a fool either, and naturally knows to turn around and chase after being cut off.
Andrea actually stood still, did not rush forward with the ball, but directly let go of his hand, waited for the ball to fall, and caught the ball with the instep of his foot steadily.
Is it still habitual feet? Also, whether it is a habitual foot or a dominant hand, the skills of the hands and feet must also be trained at the same time, but each person's situation has its own emphasis. It's not impossible for a player with a habitual foot to perform the series of moves just now.
There is a consensus that foot skills are more difficult to practice than hand skills. Since Andrea switched to her feet unhindered, proving that she is more confident in her foot skills, she is still a dominant foot player.
Sophie was thinking about it and was immediately slapped in the face.
One second, two seconds.
Andrea hooked her toes and let the ball settle firmly in the triangle between the instep and calf, and remained motionless.
What do you mean? Generally, players who are accustomed to legs change the ball to their feet, either use fancy footwork to show off their opponent's face, or kick the ball and dribble forward, even if they pause in place, they must rely on bouncing the ball to avoid fouls, how can there be such a direct ball sticking to the feet?
If you continue like this, you're going to be blown foul!
Karl didn't understand the point of Andrea's doing, he just knew that now was the right time for him to intercept.
Although the ball is now stuck to Andrea's feet, according to the rules, Karl cannot touch the ball. But there are only two possibilities, either Andrea stops the ball and fouls it overtime and the ball goes to Carl, or Andrea is forced to turn the ball upside down to avoid a foul so that Carl can take advantage of the time to intercept.
Except for Andrea, there seemed to be no third possibility in the minds of everyone present.
In two and a half seconds, the electronic referee's buzzer circuit was ready to be turned on and a foul warning tone was blown.
At this moment, Andrea moved.
She jerked her leg back, and the ball seemed to have not yet felt the gravity of the fall, and it paused slightly in the air for a moment, and Andrea swung her leg hard, hitting the ball in the air with the instep of her foot.
It turned out to be a shot!
The standard length of the Ex-ball is 58 meters long and 37 meters wide, and although it is a park field, it is still quite spacious, from Andrea's starting point to the bench, which is 30 meters long. It's impossible for anyone to be ready to score from this position!
But Andrea she can!
The ball was so powerful and fast that Karl didn't react at all, and the ball roared directly in front of him, sweeping up a huge air current, like a spear, and stabbing forward unstoppably with the momentum of thunder.
The ball bounced high from the back of the chair in the middle of the top left corner of the bench, but disappeared into the air as foam.
The electronic scoreboard flips. One to zero, Andrea leads.
The audience was stunned.
Sophie can see that in terms of overall skill, Andrea is indeed a dominant player, but other dominant players also shoot directly with their hands when passing and scoring goals, and Andrea will only switch the ball to his feet at such moments and force the goal with a surprisingly long-range shot.
Her long-range shots are not empty, only powerful, and the angles are also very tricky, and she has the ability to directly break several human walls in actual combat.
Long-range shooting is Andrea's forte! With her foot strength, her scoring position is no longer in front of goal, in the box, and from midfield is where she can shoot!
What kind of luck is this? I met such a strong player all at once!
However, the current situation is clearly not optimistic. Less than half a minute into the game, Andrea had already scored the first goal. The huge gap in strength is here, and it will not be easy for Carl to catch up in the remaining four and a half minutes.
"Carl, he should be able to, right?" Qingfan asked in a worried whisper.
Sophie didn't say anything.
If you can't win the current competition, not only will you not be able to pull Andrea into the team, but the clue to find Victor will be cut off......
It would be a shame not to be teammates.
Qingfan really wants to be a true friend with Andrea.
Andrea stroked her hair, glanced at Karl, and raised an eyebrow.
This kick of hers is completely a naked provocation. She just stood there and told her opponent, "Come, I'm not afraid of you."
At this time, Andrea has changed a little from before, no longer a troublesome look, she has become very competitive.
In Ex-ball, she never throws in.
"That's amazing!"
Against all odds. Frustration, unwillingness, anger, shame, the expressions that should have been on Carl's face at this moment did not appear, but were replaced by excitement, excitement, and longing.
"That's what makes sense! Sure enough, I was the happiest when I played seriously with all my heart! ”
Sure enough, it's still the same Karl...... Sophie was clearly used to it, and shook her head with a smile. She was not as nervous as she was before about this not easy competition, and Carl's words always put people at ease for no reason.
Andrea, apparently seeing such a person for the first time, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and finally nodded solemnly with a restrained expression. She still appreciates Carl's attitude.
"Come on, then."
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On the other side of the field, someone opened their mouths and yawned.
It was a disheveled lion-haired teenager with a hood covering his top half, but his exposed shiny bronzed skin and a long scar on the left cheek were still clearly visible. The scar was a knife scar, the incision was neat, but at the same time it was terrifyingly long, pulled out from under the eyelid, across the mandible, and all the way to the Adam's apple, it was hard to imagine what the boy had gone through before to leave such a terrible scar, and it was impossible to imagine that someone had ever suffered such a severe injury and survived.
The young man not only survived, but also sat on the bench with Erlang's legs leisurely and leisurely, secretly observing the competition in front of him, and stretched out his arms domineeringly to hold the back of the chair.
It was he who occupied the bench on the opposite side, resulting in Carl and Andrea playing only half of the game.
"Ah, yes, I'm over here."
"It's nothing special, it's still the children from before, probably pulling him to form a team to participate in the MEC audition or something."
"Huh? I watched it, and it was a lot of dishes, and I still want to do it? I want to sleep. ”
"How many people are there? A stupid fool, a guy who helped him, a soft girl, and a little girl who just messed with Victor before, although they were older than me. ”
"What's more? Ah, I said, don't come to me if it's not too big. I'm very busy playing. ”
"Stinky glasses, you just care too much, every day mother-in-law, beware of short life."
……
The boy muttered as if he were talking to himself, looking impatient.
His voice is usually very loud, and in order not to let others think that he is a fool, it is not easy for him to be lowered like this.
Carl didn't know that in a place where he couldn't see, the so-called swiping screen of the so-called swiping screen to find Victor had attracted the attention of many people.
The boy shifted to one foot and sat a little more on the bench, so that he could sit more comfortably.
Carl and Andrea's rivalry he saw it all. He has only one attitude: pediatrics. It's just some "pediatric" stuff, and Carl is still shouting "so good, so good", and he just thinks it's funny.
However, since they have all been arranged here by the glasses boy, to be honest, it is not impossible to watch it for a while.
Anyway, he still has a lot of time to pass the time.