Since ancient times, talented people have been born in the Red Chamber

Chapter 351 Relying not only on talent but also on good martial arts (second update)

Chapter 349

The dozens of boxes located on the north side of the stadium were already full of spectators, including Zhao Xu, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and Cuju fans like Li Gefei also took advantage of the holiday to rush over. Appreciate what is bound to be a great finale.

After the warm-up, the players sat down on the seats specially arranged for the players to rest, and Wang Yang wiped the sweat off his face, watching the players very seriously. "You guys haven't forgotten the tactics we practiced these two days?"

Seeing everyone nodding there, Wang Yang continued. "In our first half today, except for Zhao Ji, who is the fastest, and Li Yu, who has the most stable ball, everyone else tried to stay in our half. Our responsibility is that as long as the opponent gets the ball, at least There must be one person stepping forward to press and another person to cover..."

While Wang Yang drank water, he repeatedly explained the tactics he had repeatedly taught to the team members in the past two days.As long as they can intercept the ball, they will rush to the frontcourt as soon as possible. Li Yu and Zhao Ji will try to win the ball in the frontcourt, and then cooperate with each other to attack, or they can go straight to the opponent's penalty area alone.

In short, we must let the opponent feel the threat of their own attackers, and dare not use the strength of the whole team to press on, so as to reduce the pressure on the team's defense.

At this moment, the referee in a black referee uniform took the ball to the middle circle of the field and blew the bamboo whistle.

Wang Yang, took a deep breath, threw the water bag to the substitute team around him, and led the team led by the gangster Ling Moumou, the faint king Zhao Ji, the treacherous minister Gao Qiu, the powerful eunuch Liang Shicheng, Tong Guan, and the hypocrite Li Yu. The formed Wanhong team set foot on the field.

"Master, you must work hard..." Li Shishi, who was sitting in the box, clenched her pink fists, staring blankly at the person who was walking at the front of the line, wearing a red sleeve on his left arm, representing He is Wang Yang, the captain of the team, cheering for the master in a low voice.

"Don't worry, with your master's temperament that likes to show off the most, it's fine if you don't play. If you do, you will definitely show off with all your strength." Liu Yiyi, who knows Wang Yang's coquettish nature very well He couldn't help but pouted and said.

"Sister Yiyi, you are not allowed to say that about the master, it's really ugly to use all your strength to suck milk." Li Shishi gave Liu Yiyi a very dissatisfied look and said angrily.

"Hahaha, little girl, I got it, tsk tsk tsk, I didn't say anything bad about your master, so I made you so anxious..." Liu Yiyi couldn't help laughing, her smile was extremely charming.

Li Shishi turned his cute little head, and asked with a sweet smile to Li Qingzhao who was sitting on the other side. "Sister Qingzhao, do you think Brother Wang and the others can win today?"

"It's hard to say, I heard from my father that the Wang Hu team is a regular winner of the Bianliang Cuju Competition, and their strength is very strong, and I have watched a few games between the Wang Hu team and other teams before, and the attack is really sharp. , I'm afraid it's stronger than our Wanhong team..."

Li Qingzhao became more and more interested in Cuju after his own brother and cousin became members of the Wanhong team. In addition, his father is an old fan, so now he can talk about football in a decent manner.

After hearing Li Qingzhao's analysis, Li Shishi's innocent and pretty face couldn't help but cast a hint of gloom. "They are so powerful, doesn't that mean Master they can't win?"

"That's not necessarily true. After all, cuju is round, and anything can happen..." Li Qingzhao said with a smile after stroking Li Shishi's satin-like hair.

This classic statement was naturally from the mouth of an old driver, Wang Yang, but unexpectedly, Li Qingzhao remembered it in his heart.

In a box not far away, Zhao Xu, the emperor, is also sitting peacefully. On the table in front of him are fragrant tea and pastries brought from the palace. At this moment, he is looking at the field with a very relaxed expression. Inside, after seeing Wang Yang come on the court, he couldn't help but show an interested smile.

Zhao Xu started talking to himself half-jokingly. "I didn't expect to see Wang Wushan in person today. Anyway, I have heard that Wang Wushan is both civil and military, so I can see it with my own eyes today."

Hearing this, the chief eunuch who knew that the emperor was in a good mood couldn't help laughing. "What the officials said is that Mr. Wu Shan's fame in Bianliang is not only due to his extraordinary literary talent, but also his excellent martial arts..."

"Hahaha...you old guy, um, but having said that, Wang Wushan is indeed quite noisy. Just when he was in the imperial school, he caused several incidents. When he entered the palace, he even killed the emperor's grandmother That Xu Degong next to him beat him up twice in a row, haha, he is a very gentleman."

Well, well, in the eyes of the Great Song Emperor, even a fight with Wang Yang, a great talent he admires, is a righteous act.

With the end of side guessing and ball guessing, accompanied by a sharp whistle, the finals slowly opened.

"It's started. This will definitely be a battle for the top. The finals of the thrilling Bianliang Spring Cuju Competition kicked off. Who is the leader of today's spring Cuju, and who is the leader standing there?" On the podium, the team that holds up the prize basin will have to see them decide the winner in less than an hour..."

The two excellent commentators roared at the top of their lungs at the brass horns. This is not the case. The audience who came to watch the game today was so enthusiastic. The game has just started, and quite a few of the audience have already stood up. Come on, start cheering for your favorite team.

There were noisy voices one after another. Fortunately, the organizing committee of the competition had already prepared and dispatched a large number of handymen and guards to various parts of the stadium. Firstly, it was to prevent fans from provoking each other.

The second is to maintain order and prevent the fans from getting too excited and stampede.

Sure enough, the Wanghu team set off a wave of offensive at the very beginning of the game. Finally, at the end of the goal, the ball was blocked by the players of the Wanhong team. passive place.

Even so, the members of the Wanhong team were all frightened into a cold sweat, and they were all frightened to the point where they were pounding wildly.

"Fuck me up, don't forget your own position and cooperation, don't stand still for me." Wang Yang yelled at the team members after wiping off a cold sweat road.

In the following time, the opponent's offensive came in wave after wave like a tide, and the members of the Wanhong team all tried their best to block the opponent's attack (Liu Yiyi was right). .

(End of this chapter)