my football i call the shots

"Gao Yi, are you ready? I'm coming!"

Zhang Ziyang's eyes were like wild wolves ready to go, so sharp that Gao Yi could feel a chill on his back.

"Come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time!!!"

Gao Yi was not afraid of Zhang Ziyang's so-called aura. After all, he was a big player on the field, and the aura of those punks on the field was much more ruthless than it seemed.

Gao Yi squatted down slightly, put himself in a good posture, and clapped his hands to show that he was ready.

"Okay! Here we come!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Ziyang's shot came right away. With a flick of his toe, the ball was rubbed away from the opposite side, facing Gao Yi head-on.

Um? ? ?Spoon penalty? ? ?

Although Gao Yi is not a goalkeeper, he can still judge the direction of Zhang Ziyang's shot. Zhang Ziyang actually chose the ladle penalty that made the goalkeeper most frustrated.

To put it bluntly, the spoon penalty is a kind of lob.

Because when the goalkeeper is facing a penalty kick, the goalkeeper often chooses to jump in one direction according to his own judgment, so some players who take the penalty kick deliberately hang the penalty kick to the center according to the goalkeeper's habit, which makes the goalkeeper unprepared .

But unfortunately, this kind of spoon penalty is simply "send points" on the field.

After Gao Yi correctly judged Zhang Ziyang's shooting method, he stood calmly in the middle and easily took off his penalty kick.

"Is this your strength???"

After easily saving Zhang Ziyang's penalty kick, Gao Yi also looked very relaxed. After all, penalty kicks are very imposing. If the goalkeeper can save the first penalty kick, the morale of the opponent will at least drop by half.

"Hmph, good luck to you!!!"

Zhang Ziyang didn't expect Gao Yi to be able to throw his penalty kick so easily. You know, his little Ibrahimovic's penalty kick is simply a nightmare for the goalkeepers.

"ready or Not???"

"Get ready, come on!!!"

Zhang Ziyang took a deep breath, this time, he will not be so stupid as to continue kicking the spoon penalty.

Of course, Gao Yi would not think that Zhang Ziyang would be so stupid as to continue kicking the penalty kick, so Gao Yi was actually even more nervous when facing Zhang Ziyang's second penalty kick at this time.

This time, Zhang Ziyang was not in such a hurry to shoot the goal, his sharp eyes fixed on Gao Yi.

At the same time, Gao Yi was also staring at Zhang Ziyang's gaze, he wished he could see through his pupils the direction of Zhang Ziyang's shot.

Which direction will he shoot? ? ?

Suddenly, Zhang Ziyang kicked up!He straightened the calf muscles in his right foot and yanked toward the ball.

bang...

bang...

Before Gao Yi could react, Zhang Ziyang made a kick. This time, Zhang Ziyang's shot fully reflected his nickname of "Little Ibrahimovic".

Violent, cold, and powerful football aesthetics!
This time, Zhang Ziyang didn't miss again, but Gao Yi didn't even have time to react. Zhang Ziyang's shooting speed was too fast. His penalty hit the inside of the left post of the goal and rolled into the net.

"Wow..."

"Zhang Ziyang...Zhang Ziyang...Little Ibrahimovic...Little Ibrahimovic..."

Zhang Ziyang's violent aesthetics brought cheers from the audience around him. After all, on the court of No. [-] Middle School, Zhang Ziyang existed like a king, while Gao Yi was just an outsider who had just transferred to another school.

Surrounded by the cheers of the surrounding crowd, Zhang Ziyang felt like he had been injected with chicken blood, and immediately came to the state.

"Gao Yi, how are you doing???"

Gao Yi picked up the ball from the goal and threw it to Zhang Ziyang at [-] yards away. He stretched out his thumb and said with a smile, "Ha, not bad, but next time I will definitely not let you get away with it."

In his heart, Gao Yi still approves of Zhang Ziyang's violent aesthetic shot just now. Such an aura-filled center forward is indeed an ideal partner on the offensive line.

"Hey, wait and see, I'm coming again!"

"bring it on!"

Zhang Ziyang still chose the left side of the goal for the third penalty kick.

But this time, Gao Yi was not caught off guard like last time. Not only that, Gao Yi judged the direction of Zhang Ziyang's shot.

Gao Yi stomped his feet, and his whole body flew towards the left side of the goal like an arrow.

It's a pity that Gao Yi judged the right direction, but it doesn't mean that he successfully saved the ball. Gao Yi's right hand did touch the ball, but the ball was in a state of high-speed rotation, so when the ball touched the goalkeeper's glove At that moment there was a change of direction.

"Whoa..."

There was another burst of applause around the court. Gao Yi, who had fallen to the ground due to his hard work, immediately realized that Zhang Ziyang's penalty kick was refracted on the goalkeeper's glove, changing direction and flying into the net.

"Damn it! What a broken glove!"

Gao Yi complained fiercely in his heart that this kind of professional goalkeeper gloves was too unfamiliar to a kid like him who grew up on a field field, so this unexpected situation happened.

"continue!!!"

Gao Yi kicked the ball back to Zhang Ziyang from the goal. At this time, his nerves were highly tense, and Zhang Ziyang scored twice in a row. At this time, his morale had reached a peak state.

The game on the field field pays special attention to the state, which is different from the game of professional teams. On the field field, a well-trained team can't stand up to a "no-name army" in excellent state.

Before the fourth shot, Zhang Ziyang didn't talk too much nonsense. He also understood that he had to take advantage of the current stage of his best form to complete the last two penalties.

Zhang Ziyang stepped back slightly, and raised his left hand, signaling that he was about to shoot.

Which direction will Zhang Ziyang shoot this time? ? ?
I saw that Zhang Ziyang used the inertia of running to once again display the violent aesthetics he showed in the second penalty kick. Not only that, Zhang Ziyang also let Gao Yi see that Ibrahimovic is not only violent, but also has superb footwork .

Because this time Zhang Ziyang chose to shoot a dead corner - the upper left corner of the goal.

Gao Yi once again judged the right direction, but this time, Gao Yi didn't even touch the ball. Although his body has been stretched to the extreme, the route of the ball is really tricky. If Gao Yi's wingspan can be longer 5 cm, I guess there is still a chance.

"continue!!!"

This time, Gao Yi almost growled and shouted at Zhang Ziyang.

For the fifth shot, Zhang Ziyang repeated his old trick. He seized the loophole that Gao Yi's height disadvantage was not enough to seal the dead corner, and continued to shoot a dead corner, and it was still in the direction of the upper left corner.

Similarly, Gao Yi was the same this time as last time, he judged the right direction, but he was still helpless.

"Whoa..."

Amid the endless applause, Zhang Ziyang showed a victor's smile. If he hadn't underestimated his opponent and rubbed a spoon when he took the first shot, otherwise, he might even have achieved a 100% hit rate of five in five at this time. , but considering that the opponent is the Cheetah of the No. [-] High School, Zhang Ziyang is also satisfied with the high hit rate of the No. [-] High School.

"Cheetah, how about it??? Why don't you just admit defeat??? To save yourself from losing face in front of so many people."

When the two exchanged positions, Zhang Ziyang deliberately pretended to be arrogant, and used harsh language to stimulate Gao Yi's nerves.

Whether it is football or basketball, "trash talking" is always a time-tested art. Moreover, Zhang Ziyang also put on a arrogant arrogance when speaking. This kind of sensual stimulation really makes it difficult for the opponent to hold A steady state of mind.

Gao Yi didn't respond to Zhang Ziyang's "trash talk" at all. This kind of low-level stimulation Gao Yi is quite common in the field.

Seeing that Gao Yi didn't call for his "trash talk", Zhang Ziyang turned his head around and decided to give each one some intense stimulation.

I saw Zhang Ziyang with his back to the goal, and shouted through his throat: "Students around, please stay a little longer. I am playing a penalty shootout with this high classmate. We have agreed that whoever loses will have to Listen to someone, I scored four out of five kicks just now, and now I am playing with a high school student, I hope the students can help us to be a witness, thank you all."

In his speech, Zhang Ziyang was full of confidence. He told the story of his penalty kick bet with Gao Yi in front of the crowd, just to relieve Gao Yi's psychological pressure.

Sure enough, Zhang Ziyang's words immediately ignited the atmosphere of the onlookers. Some people said that the Gao student in front of him was very courageous, but more people thought that it was impossible for the Gao student in front of him to defeat the little Ibrahimovic of No. [-] Middle School. For a while, Gao Yi became a hot topic among the onlookers around him.

However, it seems that Zhang Ziyang's insidious tricks are not useful to Gao Yi at all. Gao Yi straightened his waist and stood very calmly behind the twelve yards, watching Zhang Ziyang doing all kinds of things in front of the goal with cold eyes. Warm up.

Zhang Ziyang, who was warming up in front of the goal, looked extremely relaxed, but only he knew that he was definitely the most nervous of the two at this time.

Others may not know how powerful the No. [-] cheetah is, but Zhang Ziyang knows that although he has never competed in the same field, it is not the first time he has heard this name on the field field in Nanhu City.

Even, Zhang Ziyang once deliberately looked for a chance to watch Gao Yi's wild ball, the low shot that was close to the dead corner of the ball, and the continuous breakthrough like no one's land, which made Zhang Ziyang dazzled.

"Exactly, I should beat him and bring him to the No. [-] school team!"

Zhang Ziyang said to himself silently in his heart.

After watching Gao Yi's miraculous skills, Zhang Ziyang always had a desire to compete with Gao Yi, but it was just that the senior high school entrance examination was approaching, and he didn't have the time and opportunity.

At this time, the frightening cheetah on the field was right in front of him, and the opportunity Zhang Ziyang had been looking forward to had come true.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Ziyang finally calmed down his somewhat nervous mood.

Everything is adjusted, Zhang Ziyang is full of fighting spirit!
"Come on, let me see if the cheetah is as powerful as others say!"