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Chapter 308 Black Soil Club Youth Training Team
An old fried dough stick is an old fried dough stick, and Yuan Xiti's analysis is correct!
If the offense of No. [-] Middle School is a violent wave, then the defense of Du Laiti Township Middle School is a dam!

When the team members of Du Laiti Township Middle School were full of confidence, there was only one gap in the embankment, and Jiao Ye was the gate to fill the gap!
But it was different now. The confidence of the players in Du Laiti Township Middle School was damaged, and the defense became even more chaotic. Two gaps and three gaps appeared in the already unreliable dam. . .Jiao Ye alone can't close so many gaps!
Missing the ball, being hit behind, being shot from a long distance, being eaten raw, unable to stand up, all kinds of problems came one after another. The dam of Du Laiti Township Middle School is in danger of collapsing at any time!

Jiao Ye saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. While acting as a gate, he boosted the morale of the players: "It doesn't matter, we only conceded one goal, and we have a chance to tie!"

A chance to tie?The players of Du Laiti Township Middle School are not beginners on the court. They know very well that in such a situation, only if the No. [-] Middle School makes mistakes on their own initiative, they will be able to equalize!
How likely is this?Even if No. [-] Middle School made a mistake, what are the chances of Du Laiti Township Middle School catching the mistake?
Thinking about it this way, the team members of Du Laiti Township Middle School couldn't lift any spirits. They seemed to feel that they were shrouded in the huge shadow of the monster!
It's a feeling of suffocation, it's a feeling of being out of breath, it's a feeling of despair!

This kind of emotional spread quickly exhausted their mental strength, and at the same time, their physical strength also dropped rapidly due to the messy movement.

Finally, at the 35th minute of the game, Yuan Dongshuai made a long pass and found Babur who was in the open!

Babur stopped the ball and turned around, without looking at the goal. With his intuition, a strafing shot sent the football flying into the gate of Du Laiti Township Middle School!

Two strikers, one for one goal, made the score 2:0!

The fans of Yizhong rejoiced!Because they know that No. 8 Middle School has half a foot into the top [-] of the XJ Middle School League!
"It's completely over!" Many members of Du Laiti Township Middle School squatted on the ground and sighed.

"Mourning is everywhere! The road is blue! The clouds are bleak!" Yuan Dongshuai sighed, and beside him was Jiao Ye who was out of breath.

Since Du Laiti Township Middle School scored the first goal, Jiao Ye went around to make up for the omissions, his physical strength was severely overdrawn, and he was already on the verge of cramps.

Yuan Dongshuai's merciless attack made Jiao Ye hate him to death, and said in his heart: "Crazy, we two will never know each other again!"

Jiao Ye's resentment was heavy, Yuan Dongshuai chuckled and said, "Master Jiao, you'd better end! I think you're about to cramp!"

"How do you know I'm about to have cramps? I don't have cramps at all!" Jiao Ye was also a teenager with his own temper, and said in a stubborn voice.

"Hey, let's see, you better not have cramps! Hahaha!" Yuan Dongshuai laughed triumphantly, making Jiao Ye hate him again!
Beep~~!The game restarted, and the players from Du Laiti Township Middle School passed the football backwards without energy, trying to keep the ball as much as possible!

But unfortunately, under the high pressure of the No. [-] Middle School, they barely lasted for less than half a minute.

Half a minute later, the ball was back under the control of Yizhong!
Quickly pass and cut the middle and backcourt of Du Laiti Township Middle School!Large-scale scheduling from left to right consumes the physical strength of the members of Du Laiti Township Middle School!After the shot, control the perimeter and continue to put pressure on the goal of Du Laiti Township Middle School!
Relying on its strong control, Yizhong firmly grasped the rhythm of the game, the progress of the game, and even the result of the game!
At No. 40 minutes into the game, Jiao Ye, who spared no effort, finally couldn't hold on, and fell on the court, his face pale, and he clutched his calf.

"Medical team!" The referee signaled to the sidelines.

But before the medical team entered the arena, Yuan Dongshuai had already run to Jiao Ye's side, doing emergency treatment for Jiao Ye.

This guy is not a good person. Although he is doing good deeds, he keeps nagging: "Master Jiao! I told you a long time ago, let's get out of here quickly! But you just don't listen, this is good, you have cramps! Hey, you are just stubborn, some things, you can't do it by force! For example, in this game, the strength of No. [-] Middle School must be much stronger than that of your Du Laiti Township Middle School. Even if you try to be brave, even if you intercept No. [-] Middle School countless times Shot, but still fell on the pitch! Dulaiti Township Middle School also failed to keep the goal!..."

Jiao Ye grinned his teeth in pain, and choked out two words for a long time: "Shut up~~!"

But who is Yuan Dongshuai, his harsh mouth is synonymous with him!Although he has restrained himself a lot, he still wants to relax his mouth when he seizes the opportunity: "Why did you tell me to shut up? Good medicine tastes bad, but it is good for you! I know, my words are not good, but you must listen! I This is for your own good! Think about it, if you persist in the game, what if you strain your muscles? Even if your muscles are not strained, twisting your waist and scratching your skin is still very bad!..."

"Tang Monk..." Jiao Ye gave up resisting, his cramp had improved, and he commented helplessly.

. . . . . .

Jiao Ye was replaced by the head coach of Du Laiti Township Middle School.

Having lost their backbone, the team members of Du Laiti Township Middle School became even more frustrated and desperate!

In the next game, they couldn't organize a decent defense at all, let alone a decent offense.

In the end, at the end of the game, their goal was breached again, and they lost the game with a score of 3:0!
At the end of the game, Yuan Dongshuai was relaxed. Together with his teammates, he came to the stands and bowed to the fans of No. [-] Middle School.

"Crazy God of War! Wield the sword! Kill the sheep!" The roars continued one after another, and they couldn't get enough of it. They lamented that the game time was too short. If the game time was longer, Yizhong could score more goals!
At this time, in the studio of KLMY City TV Station, guest commentator Luo Ni said excitedly: "Friends from the audience! No. [-] Middle School has already entered the quarter-finals of the XJ Middle School League with half of its foot! The other foot is about to pass Threshold!
Next Saturday, No. [-] Middle School will go to Du Laiti Township Middle School for the second round of the competition.

What I can guarantee is that No. [-] Middle School will continue to suppress Du Laiti Township Middle School!

If so, victory seems to be at hand!

Quarterfinals!What an exhilarating achievement!As long as the No. [-] Middle School continues to maintain this momentum, the semi-finals are not a dream! "

Xue Guer agreed: "The momentum of the No. [-] Middle School scares me! I'm afraid they won the championship of the XJ Middle School League by accident!
I am full of expectations now, looking forward to No. [-] Middle School standing in the XJ Middle School League finals as soon as possible! "

. . . . . .

The game was over, and the next day, Yuan Dongshuai came to the training base of the urban youth training team.

During the training interval, Yuan Dongshuai and Xiao Zhiyong sat on the sidelines of the court.

Xiao Zhiyong jokingly said: "Madman, you are so unnatural, Jiao Ye already has cramp, and you still nag him!"

"We are in a friendly exchange!" Yuan Dongshuai corrected.

"Friendly exchange? From my point of view, Jiao Ye didn't scold you, you are already on the verge of burning incense!" Xiao Zhiyong reminded Yuan Dongshuai that this was definitely not a friendly exchange.

"Don't mention Lord Jiao, he's already my defeated opponent. It's the past tense. Let's talk about the opponent in three days' time!" Yuan Dongshuai has such a nature that he never cares too much about his defeated opponent.

"In three days, we will fly to Harbin to compete with the Harbin Black Soil Club youth training team! Harbin Black Soil Club is a Chinese League One team, and their youth training team is stronger than the Yejiao Club youth training team!
See, Coach Wu is holding a small book and thinking about tactics against the enemy! "Xiao Zhiyong pointed to Wu Xu not far away and said.

"The youth training team of the Black Soil Club? Listen to the name, why is it so old-fashioned? Is it so strong?" Yuan Dongshuai asked in disbelief!
"The youth training team of the Black Earth Club is a team with excellent offense and defense! The strength of the defense line is almost the same as that of the city youth training team! On the offensive line, they have three soil forwards!" Xiao Zhiyong explained.

"Tu Feng? What do you mean?" Yuan Dongshuai asked puzzled.

"Let's put it this way, the youth training team of the Black Soil Club adopts a no-forward tactic! Three native forwards have a heavier defensive task, and the offensive task is not light. When attacking, the three native forwards will quickly advance forward and become a trident. Halberd! The reason why they are called Tufeng is because the soil is thick and stable, and their offensive and defensive abilities are super stable!" Xiao Zhiyong's tone was full of fear.

"Frontless tactics? Can they play well?" Yuan Dongshuai said disdainfully.

(End of this chapter)