football career from scratch

"Are you crazy?" Zuo Feng pulled Bu Qingyun and shouted.

"What's the matter, the bet will come true if you agree. Besides, it's not a big deal, it's just a win." Bu Qingyun laughed.

Zuo Feng let go of his hand embarrassingly: "Are you absolutely sure?"

"No, there is no absolute certainty in football." Bu Qingyun shook his head.

"Then I'd better hold my destiny in my own hands." Zuo Feng sighed, and then prepared to go on stage.

"Well, don't worry, let Niu Hong go first, then you Zuo Feng, then Dong Lin, and finally Meng Zhaohui." Bu Qingyun gave him a hand, then said with a smile.

Niu Hong nodded, and then walked towards the ball that was thrown out of the roll.

"Niu Hong's shot is relatively powerful...do you want me to shoot from an angle?" Zuo Feng asked after thinking about it.

"Smart, it just so happens that the four of you shoot in different ways. If he can adapt to this, then I will be the only one to do it." Bu Qingyun said with a smile.

Zhang Kaijuan, who shot seven times in a row, didn't have much complacency on his face. He knew that the previous seven were relatively weak in the moving team, and the next five were the strength of the moving team. The five most outstanding are also the core of the Moshan team!

"Niu Hong is a defensive player, but he is very powerful. Most of his shots are based on strength and speed..." Zhang Kaijuan thought to himself.

He came alone to single out the entire Qianshan team. Of course, he was not unprepared when he opened the paper. He was also very familiar with the information on the players of the Qianshan team.

Niu Hong looked at the scroll, and his eyes were directly on the lower right corner of the goal.

Zhang Kaijuan noticed Niu Hong's eyes, but he was unmoved. No matter how many actions the opponent made before shooting, he only believed in his own judgment and reaction.

The next moment, Niu Hong took a shot, and the ball flew directly to the lower right corner of the goal!

However, he opened the roll and quickly made a side attack, flying to block the ball!

"He doesn't eat my psychological tactics. He only reacts when I'm ready to kick. Such a goalkeeper is very difficult to deal with."

Niu Hong shook his head, and when he was walking back, he said to Zuo Feng who was next on stage.

Zuo Feng nodded, since fake moves are useless, there is no need to fake them.

Zuo Feng put the ball on the line a little closer to the right, and then started a run-up.

After running close to the ball, he swung his left foot, and then slammed the ball with the outside of his foot!
The ball flew towards the lower right corner of the goal at the beginning, and when it was unfurled and thrown out, the ball flew halfway, and a clear arc began to appear, flying to the left side of the goal!

Zuo Feng showed a smug smile. Against the goalkeeper who reacts quickly and makes judgments in advance, such a curve ball is naturally very effective!

However, at the next moment, Zuo Feng's smile froze on his face. With the whole person already pounced, he opened his scroll and abruptly stopped his sprinting momentum, then he raised his foot vigorously, and he was about to fly The ball that hit the goal was blocked!
"Damn it! How is it possible!" Zuo Feng jumped up with his head in his arms. Under such circumstances, he can still make such movements. The flexibility of opening the scroll and the flexibility of the body are simply amazing!

Could such a goalkeeper not be the main player in Lutong?
If there was him in the last game, it would be very difficult for the Qianshan team to win, and there is even a high possibility of losing that game!

"Nine." Zhang Kaiju got up and said coldly.

"Lin Zi, you want to avenge me!" Zuo Feng said tearfully, holding Dong Lin's hand.

Dong Lin nodded, and then he said in a difficult way: "My penalty kick level is average."

"Hit him, hit him with the ball into the goal!" Zuo Feng said viciously.

"Oh." Dong Lin nodded.

The next moment, Zuo Feng watched in astonishment as Dong Lin really swung his right foot towards Zhang Kaijuan with all his might, and just shot a burst!
It is a pity that no matter how powerful Dong Lin is, it is impossible to hide a weapon of mass destruction in his right foot, and no matter how powerful his shot is, it is not enough for a goalkeeper to fly the ball into the goal. Fighting hard, but hitting Dong Lin's shot with two fists...

"Why did you shoot like that!" Zuo Feng yelled, covering his forehead.

"You asked me to score him into the goal, but unfortunately, I still couldn't do it..." Dong Lin said aggrievedly.

Seeing Zuo Feng's stunned look, the others couldn't help laughing, these two guys are really a pair of treasures.

Meng Zhaohui shook his head, regardless of Zuo Feng jumping up and hitting Dong Lin's knee, he turned to Bu Qingyun and said, "Boss, before you, I was the only one left."

"Go, I'll cover you from behind." Bu Qingyun patted him on the back.

"You old man don't have any tricks to tell me?" Meng Zhaohui still refused to leave.

"No, your shot will be saved anyway, so it doesn't matter." Bu Qingyun said.

"Boss, this kind of encouragement from you is really unique..." Meng Zhaohui entered the stage without tears.

Although he was severely hit, Meng Zhaohui still played a very high level of shooting this time. The ball flew close to the ground to a theoretical dead corner, but this kind of shooting still failed to avoid the open-rolled ten-finger barrier. He flew dangerously and blocked the ball with his fingertips!
"Damn it, does this count as a day without a slanting shadow, hitting me eleven generals? Do you think he is Wang Yanzhang or has no arrows?" Gu Peng couldn't help muttering.

"Boss, what are you talking about?" Xiao Ma asked strangely.

Gu Peng choked for a moment, then sighed: "Generation gap, it's really a generation gap..."

Regardless of whether it was Wang Yanzhang or Wu Yujian, the state and momentum of the whole person had begun to reach a peak when Zhang Kaiju made consecutive saves at this time!
"You are the only one left, Bu Qingyun! If you were the first to come up, maybe my state has not been stimulated yet, now, you are doomed!" Zhang Kaiju pointed at Bu Qingyun and said loudly .

"Well... If I come out first, my players won't have a chance to practice, lest they win two games and feel that they are invincible." Bu Qingyun laughed.

The other players of the Qianshan team can't wait to find a place to drill down at the moment. They have won two games in a row before, and they are indeed a little smug. Although they know that most of it is due to Bu Qingyun, they have defeated the underground football team who used to think that they were superior. The strong teams are still the two best strong teams in the No. [-] Guild Hall, and they will inevitably feel a little complacent.

But now at this time, a Zhang Kaijuan who didn't know where came out, let eleven of them shoot, none of them could break through the ten fingers of Zhang Kaijuan, which made them feel disheartened and made them feel even worse. Well, I have recognized the fact that there are still many outstanding players in this world, and there are many players that they can't even fight against for the time being. If it weren't for Bu Qingyun, their team would be nothing.

Seeing that the others were silent, Bu Qingyun smiled and walked forward.

He stepped on the ball, opened the scroll and bent slightly, but Bu Qingyun didn't shoot immediately, but asked: "Open the scroll, are you from the No. [-] base?"

The others were confused, but when they opened the scroll, they sneered: "Ask knowingly."

"I didn't know it, and I didn't ask for reason... Well, I'd better win you first, and then I'll have a good chat with you." Bu Qingyun laughed.

"You speak loudly." Zhang Kaijuan was talking, but his attention was not relaxed at all. What was hidden under his chatter was concentrated attention.

"No matter how loud I was, I never ran into someone else's team and asked me to pick out the whole team by myself." Bu Qingyun said with a smile.

The rest of the moving team also burst into laughter. Although they admired Zhang Kaiju's save now, they were relieved to hear Bu Qingyun's words.

"Stop talking nonsense, are you still shooting or not? If you don't dare to shoot, I've won." Zhang Kaijuan snorted coldly.

"Of course it will shoot... just outside this line?"

Bu Qingyun flicked the ball with his feet seemingly casually, and the ball rolled on the floor and slowly rolled to the left.

Following the rolling direction of the ball, Zhang Kaijuan is also constantly moving his feet, always keeping himself in the best position facing the ball, and said coldly: "That's right, where do you want to shoot?" It’s okay, even if it’s a surprise attack.”

"It's okay, when I shoot, I will definitely say hello in advance." Bu Qingyun continued to move the ball leisurely, and replied.

At this time, the pupils that opened their rolls shrank slightly.

He suddenly discovered that as Bu Qingyun moved the ball, the ball kept rolling, and the place where it touched the ground happened to be on the line he had drawn.

Opening the scroll, I naturally knew that I drew the line on the floor with the tip of a chalk pen. That line was very thin, barely equal to the distance the ball touched the ground. , just on that line, with the eyesight of opening the scroll, you can't see the slightest deviation!
Opening the scroll, he knows that his hand is very steady, and the circle he drew is not inferior to that drawn by compasses, but now, Bu Qingyun is using his feet to move the ball, and he can actually have such exquisite control... But it is much more difficult than using his hands!
As we all know, one of the signs of human evolution is to walk upright, free your hands, and your hands are more flexible than your feet. This is the key to human evolution beyond ordinary animals, but now, Bu Qingyun's feet are also so flexible and possessive. With enough control, how can this not surprise Zhang Kaijuan!
"No matter how good your ball control is, I can catch the shot!" Zhang Kai encouraged himself. Under such circumstances, he could only maintain enough confidence to face Bu Qingyun!

But where will he shoot?

Looking at him now, it seems that he is almost ready to approach the bottom line... At such a small angle, does he really have such confidence?
Sure enough, Bu Qingyun stopped less than half a meter away from the baseline, almost parallel to the goal.

He stepped on the ball with his foot, and then said with a smile: "I'm going to shoot."

He opened the scroll to concentrate his attention, and then slapped his hands: "Come on!"