Super System Football Superstar

Once the ball is hit, the score on the court becomes 2 to 1, 2 to 1. Although it is not possible to lose the easy-to-get victory for Lang Qingqing, but now there are still 10 minutes left in the game, and there will be another 10 minutes. The Fuchuan team, which took the initiative on the scene, is entirely possible to win another goal. At that time, all the efforts put in for the whole game will be in vain.

The most important point is that once the goal is actually scored, every player in the youth team will become more and more nervous, while the morale of the Bucheon team will be boosted. Every player is desperately trying to score another goal. The ups and downs, the situation will only become more and more not optimistic.

The commentator and a group of youthful fans were silently praying in their hearts that the ball from the channel management must be sent flying or cleared and the goalkeeper bravely threw it out.All in all, it must not be able to score goals.

While everyone knows the possibility, it's extremely slim.

All the eyes of the audience focused once. With the wave of the head coach's arm, the crisp whistle sounded. Guangling stepped back a few steps, ran up for a while, raised his foot without hesitation, and swung the ball heavily. above.

With a bang, the ball flew out and flew directly to the lower right corner of the goal. It was an extremely tricky round corner shot.

The goalkeeper of the youth team opened his hands and took off almost at the same time, but the direction of the jump was completely reversed. He was fooled by Guan Ning.Ruined!This was the last thought in the youth team's goalkeeper's mind before he fell.

This is also the other youths who are still on the court, but the thoughts in each player's heart. Similarly, it is also the desperate cry in the hearts of all the youthful fans in the entire stadium, including the commentators.

The ball crashed into the net!The whole audience was boiling, every youth team fan held their heads and fell into lamentation, a group of Bucheon team fans uttered a mountain and tsunami shout, everyone raised their arms high, shouting as loud as they could , Because at this moment, they, as the audience, have been waiting for nearly 80 minutes. By the time the whole football game is almost coming to an end, it is almost over. Fortunately, they really waited!
The head coach of Fuchunju, Coach Gao, clenched his fists excitedly, and waved his fist vigorously. Wrinkled wrinkles were squeezed out of his face. At this moment, this aging ugly look seemed so happy .A group of Bucheon players sitting in the substitute group clapped their hands to celebrate one by one, making as loud a noise as possible, as if they were worried that everyone in the audience would not notice, but they were also happy.

"Guangling made it overnight and shot the ball into the goal accurately. The new goalkeeper tried his best, but he still couldn't save the ball. He has tried his best. After all, he is facing one of the strongest shooters in the entire K2 league. Facing this kind of ball, no shooter will waste it in vain. I just say that at this moment, my mood is complicated. I want to remind all the players of the youth team that the halftime game is over and there are nearly 10 minutes left In just 10 minutes, everything can happen, and everyone is trying their best, even if they have no strength, they can only grit their teeth!" The commentator's voice was very low, very deep, almost full A game has never been so low.

the other side.

Cui Xuanbin stared at the direction of the youth team's penalty area without blinking, and said in a heavy tone: "Coach Cui, do we need to make substitutions and adjustments? There are 10 minutes left in the game, and every player on the court has reached the physical fitness level now." The limit may not necessarily be able to persist.”

"I can't hold on, what can I do? Should I just give up like this? The whole game has been going on for 80 minutes, even if they really can't do it, there is no other way," but he gave his hand to the stage, With glasses on the bridge of the nose, he said very calmly: "Now the strongest teams we can send are already on the field. The only thing we can do is to trust them. Do as you ask."

"understood."

Cui Qun nodded and walked directly to the fourth referee.

After the shouting and tsunami celebrations, before the start of the game, on the fourth, the referee held up the substitution sign. It was the substitution of the youth team. The winger was replaced by a defensive midfielder. field.

The commentator quickly noticed this and said: "The youth team used the last substitution spot and scored a wonderful goal from the wing. Kuaima was replaced. He is exhausted now. It is true that it does not play any role on the field. Judging by the appearance of head coach Cui Qunbin, he intends to defend to the end in the last 10 minutes, try his best to keep a goal difference, and win this game. I have to say that apart from this This style of play is completely opposite to the 433 formation before the youth team started, but it is very correct now. After all, the continuous fierce fighting consumes a lot of physical energy for each player, and now it is added. The impact of the ball, the mental state of youth to every fan, I am afraid that it has reached the bottom, only to do a good job of defense, relying on the advantage of a goal difference, is the key to winning this game, the players of the youth team Come on!"

Midnight at 08:30.

Bang bang bang bang, the dull sound of objects constantly colliding, the sound came from a field, and the entire field was illuminated by only a single light, and under a single light, a lonely figure was reflected.

Keep running, keep sweating, keep raising your feet, keep shooting the ball into the net.

I don't know how many goals he scored, and how many times he shot the goal. He finally stopped, bent over, propped his knees, and began to pant non-stop, as tired as a dog.

At this time, there was a slight sound of footsteps coming from behind, and the boy in the green vest hurriedly turned his head to look back.

Coach Gao, why are you here?haven't got off work yet

"I should be the one asking you this question, right? The entire base has already left, why are you still here?" The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with long hair, his face covered with uneven bruises. Beard, looks very vicissitudes of life, looks very lonely.

"Tomorrow's game is about to start, but today I have to practice my ball sense. In tomorrow's game, I'm ready to score well." The boy rubbed his nose, showing a pure face Laughing, just a sly gleam in his eyes.

"Coach Gao, if I can score a goal tomorrow and help the team win the game, can you take us to eat hot pot? Drink beer?"