As soon as the whistle blew, the "tense and intense" game finally began, and Jos clasped his hands over his chest, watching the children on the football field shouting and kicking the football at the same time, and couldn't help but smile a little bit on his face.

Although the children in front of them have no characteristics, no sense of position, no sense of responsibility, no technique, no coordination, no speed, no body, and even nothing. But Jos still watched the children's games very carefully, because the children have a love for football.

"Pass it over!" I saw a child standing in front of the entrance area, shouting loudly. But obviously, his shouting was just in vain, because with him on the same team, the people who were protecting the ball didn't pay attention to his shouts at all, just working hard alone, trying to break through the pressing of the four people in front of him.

Yes, it was the scrambling of the four, because the children were ignorant, did not know the position and the responsibility they represented, and when they saw that the opponent had the ball, they all swarmed around, and they didn't notice that there was a big space behind them.

If it is a good striker who protects the ball at this time, or as long as it is a striker of an amateur club, then it will take advantage of this gap and opportunity to create a huge killing opportunity.

It's a pity that the person who is currently protecting the ball is just a child, and he won't notice these situations at all, so it is natural that the opponent grabbed the football at his feet in the scramble of several people.

I saw a child wearing the No. 9 jersey, facing the football as if it was a hard kick, the football staggered forward a few meters, and the child puffed out his face, held his breath, and chased towards the football.

If it's an adult game, if you don't have a conceited speed, this method of dribbling can't be used at all, but again, it's just a game between a group of children, and the person who lets go sees the opponent's "fast" dribbling towards his side's goal, as if he was stupidly frightened, and no one comes to defend and press.

In this way, the "extremely fast" child staggered towards the goal in this way and approached "quickly", and unconsciously reached the outside of the penalty area, but at this time the child's face was already very red, and it seemed that such a strenuous exercise was not so easy for him to complete.

Maybe he watched too much football at Anfield, maybe at the moment the kid thought he was Baggio or Lineker and Charlton, and when he saw that no one stopped him, he gritted his teeth and kicked the football.

There was no perfect arc as expected, and there was no frightening speed of more than 100 per hour, so I saw the football slowly rolling towards the goal, very obediently rolling in the direction of the opponent's goalkeeper, and it just stopped at the feet of the opponent's goalkeeper.

For the opponent's gift, the goalkeeper is not embarrassed at all, and there is no way to refuse, very leisurely picked up the football, looked at the person who did not look at the shot, and began to take the ball "quickly" towards the opponent's goal.

The person who just shot didn't realize anything at all, and he was not in a hurry to return to defense, and by the appearance of those strikers on the field who didn't score, he couldn't help but spit to the side, and at the same time shook his hand very "annoyed", as if he felt sorry for the goal just now.

Jos, who was standing on the side, saw this scene very clearly, and looking at the childish behavior of the child, Jos couldn't help laughing at this time. Like Jos, there was also a legion of parents cheering for the children on the pitch, and the shouts of each other seemed to give this ordinary stadium a hint of Anfield stadium atmosphere.

Due to the limited physical strength of the children, just like that, the fifteen-minute wonderful game came to an end, and there was no extra time, let alone a penalty shootout, and the two sides drew 0:0.

It's all about the people with the ball who only care about carrying the ball themselves, not passing the ball at all, and being forced to lose the football by several people at the same time, which happened all the time in just fifteen minutes.

No matter who it is, as long as he gets the football, he never thinks about passing the ball at all, it seems that the moment he gets the ball, all his teammates disappear, and he can only do it alone, which seems to be the score of 0:0 between the two sides and ends peacefully.

George was also watching the game on the court, for other children of the same age, the game just now was indeed very exciting, and everyone who came off the break was out of breath.

But in the eyes of George, who has an adult mind, the game on the field is as childish as the game Jos sees.

Childish is childish, but now with the end of the opponent's game, it is George's team's turn to play, with Jos's shouting, George gave his mother a reassuring look, and followed the team towards the field with his head held high.

George is wearing the No. 7 jersey this time, and as for why George likes to drink and choose a No. 7 jersey instead of the No. 10 and No. 9 that children generally choose, it is because in his previous life, the No. 7 jersey has always been George's self-appointed lucky number.

"Hey ~ George, I'm about to play now, how is it, nervous or not?"

As George had just walked to the side of the court, Jos's voice came from behind him.

George turned his head and said with a sad face, "Sir, you also watched the game just now, and in such a situation, I am really nervous. ”

George's words weren't really nervous, just because of the childish performance of the children on the field, George thought that he was going to join them and perform a childish game like them, and George couldn't help but make a sneer with Jos.

"Hehe, George, don't be nervous, it's nothing, go play well, I'm sure you'll be great." Jos didn't understand George's meaning when he said he was nervous, and thought that George was really nervous, and said comfortingly.

George ignored Joss's words, just turned his back to Joss and shook his hand, as if to say that he understood, and trotted to the tee ring in the midfield.

Because he had just watched a "century" battle, George had already silently decided in his heart at this time that he would not cooperate with his teammates at all when he could play, and shoot directly at the goal. Because in George's mind at this time, it is much more difficult to cooperate with his teammates than to do it alone.

Both sides quickly made preparations, and each of the little faces became very excited, as if they couldn't wait, and turned their heads to look at Jos one by one, wanting to wait for Joss to announce the order to start the game.

Because they are all temporary teams, they can't even call each other's names, let alone talk to each other, and all of them are according to their own intentions and ideas, so this also forms a full service circle, at least ten people on both sides stand around the service circle, and there are so many bits and pieces behind them yawning, looking boringly ahead, waiting for the game to start.

Jos didn't say anything about this situation, after all, they were just children, and this reaction was very normal, seeing that the two sides seemed to be almost ready, Jos blew the whistle in his mouth, and the game began.