There is a dream called football

Chapter 1 The Idiot Running on the Sidewalk
A sense of dizziness hit.

When Li Qiao opened his eyes again, a middle-aged man was slapping his cheek.

"It's heat stroke, don't play, let's give up this game."

The person who said this was Li Qiao's high school class teacher - Yin Jiajun.

"Ms. Yin... here."

Li Qiao remembered that he was clearly in the operating room just now, could it be...

A thought flashed by, could it be that I have time-traveled?

After a short period of shock, Li Qiao slowly accepted the reality in front of him. He had indeed time-traveled and returned to the first half of 2003, which was the second half of the second semester of his sophomore year.

Yin Jiajun put a bottle of chilled mineral water on Li Qiao's forehead, "Listen to me, don't kick, anyway, we are going to lose this goal, there are still 10 minutes, even if Ronaldo comes, that's all."

Li Qiao studied in a very good high school in Guangzhou City. This school has produced many sports talents, and this school was also the first to respond to the national football into the campus activities.

Relying on the remaining memory, Li Qiao regained his strength. The opponent was Class 4. As long as his Class 6 beat the opponent, he would be able to enter the final.

But looking at the score at this time, it is really disappointing-0 to 2.

This kind of intramural game is a 60-minute system, with upper and lower halves, and at this time, the end of the second half is less than 10 minutes away.

Li Qiao was in a hurry, "Mr. Yin, even if I don't play, you should change someone anyway."

Teacher Yin's face was so red that it was even worse than the hot sun, "You will end up with heatstroke, and we will have no one left. We can only play 10 against 11."

Li Qiaohan, there are a total of 40 people in the class, 20 boys, deducting those who are too fat, only 15 can participate this time, and several of them were injured in the first battle, so now there is no one to change.

Li Qiaohuo stood up suddenly, took a sip of the iced mineral water in his hand, and returned to the field without saying a word.

Yin Jiajun looked worried, "Don't let anything happen!"

Back on the field, Li Qiao almost laughed after observing for dozens of seconds. This game was really amateur. Everyone gathered in the middle of the restricted area. His class 6 lobbed the ball into the restricted area again and again, looking for the high point in the restricted area——Gaudi.

He is a high center forward in Class 6, who was "borrowed" from the basketball team. He is 16 meters tall at the age of 1, but the quality of passing in Class 8 is really bad.

Li Qiao made up his mind - embrace the sidewalk!

"Damn it, Li Qiao, you're out of your mind, hurry up and grab some points in the restricted area." Seeing Li Qiao dumbfounded by himself, He Zheng, the squad leader and one of the midfielders, yelled at Li Qiao, "Go quickly."

But no matter how his teammates yelled, Li Qiao stood still on the sidewalk as if a root had grown under his feet.

When I was playing wild football when I was young, everyone liked to show off and crowded into the penalty area, thinking that would be the only way to score goals. Later, when I grew up, I realized that it was not called football at all. The real football is to stand in one's own position and make full use of the length and width of the field.

At this time, Yin Jiajun also couldn't understand, "Li Qiao must be suffering from heat stroke, he is still dizzy."

He ran to Li Qiao, "If you can't do it, come down, if you lose, you lose."

Li Qiao tilted his head and said, "Mr. Yin, this is our last official competition in three years, right?"

I will be in my third year of high school soon, and this time next year will be the most stressful college entrance examination. Of course, this will be the last time in high school.

Li Qiao remembers that in his previous life, this was also the last official competition in his life. He lost in class 6. Later, he passed the college entrance examination. Li Qiao fulfilled his parents' wish, was admitted to medical school, and became a doctor.

Teacher Yin was slightly taken aback, "You can stay on the court, but don't kick around, go to the penalty area to help."

Li Qiao didn't explain too much, and he couldn't say a word or two clearly, so he raised his right hand high and asked for the ball to his best buddy Lei Wen in the penalty area.

"Raven, give me the ball."

Both Lei Wen and Li Qiao love football, but their football philosophy is completely different.

Lei Wen glanced at Li Qiao, a little surprised, "Where are you going?"

The main reason why the field field does not pay attention to the wing is mainly because the level of the players cannot keep up. It is still difficult for players of this level to understand what is called tactics, and the coach basically does not arrange tactics, and it is completely free to play.

Li Qiao yelled again, "Lei Wen, pass the ball!"

Lei Wen distributed the ball to the side, and the cheerleaders on the sidelines were stunned. They saw that there were a bunch of people crowded in the penalty area on the court at this time, and Li Qiao was alone on the side to get the ball.

"Captain, what should we do?" someone from Class 4 shouted.

"Leave him alone, an idiot, let him pass it on."

Li Qiao made a cross, but a strange scene happened. Everyone in the penalty area watched the ball pass over the penalty area in a daze, and neither the offensive nor the defensive were indifferent.

The ball went out of the baseline.

Hahahahaha!
The cheerleaders from Class 4 on the sidelines laughed together, "Thank you for making the siege."

The members of Class 6 were a little annoyed, what a great opportunity, wasted for nothing, He Zheng yelled at Lei Wen: "Why are you passing the ball to him, next time you will shoot directly."

No one paid any attention to Li Qiao.

In fact, in his previous life, Li Qiao's understanding of football was much higher than that of his classmates, but he didn't dare to show it because he was afraid of being excluded.

"Live again, I don't care what other people think, as long as I think it's right, I'll do it."

There are 5 minutes left in the game, and the strategy of Class 4 is to pile up everyone in the penalty area to consume the time little by little.

At this moment, Squad 6 was still attacking the middle lane, Li Qiao was still standing alone on the side lane, the situation was urgent, this time He Zheng didn't even bother to scold him, and instead acted recklessly in the middle lane again and again.

He Zheng has a special characteristic of playing football, that is, he puts his socks back to his ankles. He himself said that he learned from Platini, and he looks chic, but his style of play on the court is a bit like a rough guy.

The players in class 6 were getting more and more anxious. Lei Wen took the ball. He was one of the few players in class 6 with delicate skills. Dribbling was his specialty, but facing the "meat wall" in class 4, Lei Wen had no choice.

At this moment, Li Qiao's voice came from a distance, "Lei Wen, give me the ball."

Lei Wen hesitated for a while, and immediately passed it to Li Qiao. This time, Li Qiao made a gesture, and Lei Wen understood it, telling him to go behind the goal.

"Hehe, Li Qiao finally rebelled once."

The two of them usually play football together, and they have a lot of ideas of their own, but there is no way, other students and class teachers don’t understand, so you can only follow the crowd, otherwise you can’t play this football.

Li Qiao took a look after receiving the ball. Lei Wen had already inserted into the back of the penalty area, so he arched the ball and passed it into the penalty area with a high kick.

Class 4 still defended with their eyes, because they felt that this kind of wide cross would not be successful once in 100 times, but this time they were wrong.

As far as the eye can see, there is a person behind the restricted area.

　There will be two campus football games at the beginning, just a transition, and will soon go to Europe, the main battlefield is in Europe, the highest level of football, this can be guaranteed to readers, please bookmark

　　
　
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