The pitch, which had been a bit noisy, was quiet.

In the stands of Nanshan Village, there were many fans who were shouting loudly after losing a goal, cheering for their team.

Regardless, the ultimate winner of this game will definitely be their Nanshan Village, there is no doubt about it.

Then the next moment, Ergou's goal made them all dumb.

Everyone stood on the spot, and some people stared at the people around them to confirm that my good boy.

"What was that? What happened? What's that No. 7 doll doing? ”

The person next to him was even more exaggerated, directly clenched his fists, and shouted: "Match-fixing!" Tingdong Village is playing match-fixing. ”

"That No. 7 is fake, play match-fixing, quickly punish No. 7."

The people around him instantly looked at him with contempt.

"Big brother, this direct shot near the midfield, how can it be fake?"

"Is football acting with him?"

The key is that the captain of his Nanshan team is still pulling others with his hands in the back.

Everyone can see it clearly, he is now on the ground, holding the hand of someone else's No. 7 coat and not sending it yet.

Is this Nima still human? Is this a competition for elementary school students?

…………

On the other side, the female reporter who was snatching the microphone with Ma Dahua suddenly felt that something was wrong, why was the scene so quiet?

Ma Dahua also sensed that something seemed to be wrong, and then heard Tingdong Village start cheering and shouting.

"See? See? Ma Dahua shouted into the camera.

"This is our Tingdong Village, which will shock you for a hundred years."

"I don't have time to talk to you, I still have business." The last sentence spoke, and saliva almost sprayed the cameraman's face.

Then he shoved the microphone into the female reporter's hand and quickly ran back to the stands in Tingdong Village.

Boast the strap of the drum on your shoulder, and push your waist forward, so that the drum stands steadily.

The drum in his hand was waved high.

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

It is sonorous and powerful, like a battlefield in ancient times.

The female reporter looked at the cameraman, "What just happened?" ”

"No...... I don't know......" the videographer shook his head.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and focus the camera on the field."

"Huh? Aren't we interviewing fans anymore? ”

"And an interview fart! Don't you see that there is silence in Nanshan Village? ”

The cameraman hurriedly turned his camera to the court.

Then he saw a scene that made them unforgettable.

On the green pitch, a small boy kicked a football slightly larger than his head into the goal directly near the midfield.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

In the stands, Tingdong Village let out another burst of cheers.

Someone shouted: "Two dogs, two dogs!" ”

"Victory! Win! ”

"Tingdong Village! Win! ”

Two dogs? The female reporter said into the microphone suspiciously: "Could it be that the name of No. 7 just now is called Ergou?" ”

"Did you record the scene just now?"

"It's recorded! This...... Is this true? ”

"Is this a schoolboy competition?" The cameraman was shaking all over his body when he spoke, what kind of ball sensation and strength was this.

And how old is this kid!

Then the female reporter saw a familiar figure running towards her.

"Hey, isn't this the middle-aged man from Nanshan Village we interviewed just now?"

Female journalists are keenly aware of the news here.

So he went up and asked the gentleman, "Where are you going now?" Don't you want to watch the ball? ”

"Look! I'll come here to see," the middle-aged man looked calm.

"Why?"

"What else?"

"This Tingdong Village is incredible, with that No. 7, I predict that there will be a champion this year."

"Oh?" Female journalists seem to be interested, so who are you now?

"I'm a fan of Tingdong Village now, and I think the kid on the 7th is okay." After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man took off the strap on his head, took out a pen and wrote it again: Tingdong Village will win.

"Master, you're really a loyal fan." The corners of the female reporter's mouth began to twitch.

Then I saw the middle-aged man running to Tingdong Village and began to raise his arms and cheer.

…………

Ma Dali, who was standing on the sidelines, made a move that everyone didn't expect.

He raised his hand and gave himself a big fight.

"It's an illusion, it's an illusion, and no kid can kick a ball like that."

He muttered unconsciously in his mouth: "First of all, he is a child, and secondly, he is so far away, how can he enter, and even if he gets to the door, there is a goalkeeper." ”

And the Nanshan young players on the court looked at their coach for the first time.

I saw that the coach was beating himself.

What is this operation?

The key is what does this mean? How does this kick?

The 12th finally woke up, and he shouted, "Don't be afraid, this kind of ball can't last." ”

"Nobody can shoot near midfield again and again, otherwise what would you want your teammates to do?"

"Everybody cheer me up."

The goalkeeper's performance was the same as the previous Gale Village goalkeeper, and he didn't dare to open his feet.

Pressed the ball to the defender.

Then the defender saw a figure running towards him.

The defender instantly felt a chill in his back, it was the No. 7.

He didn't pass to his teammates, nor did he dribble the ball himself, and kicked the football towards the backcourt of Tingdong Village with a big foot.

Number 12 yelled, "What are you doing? Why kick your foot at the opposing pitch. ”

The defender snorted and pointed at Ergou: "He's coming over to grab the ball!" ”

"Alas!" Number 12 sighed and looked around at his teammates.

"Football is a team sport and he can't just play in this position every time," he shouted at them. ”

"Only once, everyone believed me."

No. 12 saw that everyone did not react, but looked at his side fixedly.

What's the situation? He jerked to his right.

In the next second, No. 12 grabbed his hair with both hands, "Impossible! ”

No way! He's playing football again?

…………

He Chao on the sidelines looked at Li Feng: "Teacher Li, so your strategy for this one is to let Ergou start attacking at the beginning?"

"Yes!" Li Feng nodded.

"Wouldn't that be contrary to your philosophy?"

"What do I think?" Li Feng moved his gaze to He Chao when he looked at the court, the first half was under his control, and Ergou's performance was decent, so he didn't have to worry too much.

"It's a team, isn't football a team? Are you letting Ergou fight like this all the time? ”

"How can you train the other players?"

The rest of the players were all idling in place and were about to doze off.

Li Feng said with a smile: "Brother He, Brother He, I did this just to train these other players." ”

"What do you mean by that?" He Chao asked.

"It's very simple, now I want to work on the other players' ability to cooperate and attack, but I can't give too many confrontations."

"And the trump card of Ergou can't always win by surprise, so this time I have to break the opponent in the first half."

"Then the second half is the opportunity for the other players to play!"

"I see!" He Chao slapped his thigh.

"You understand?" Li Feng looked puzzled.

"Easy!" He Chaozhi was complacent.