There is a dream called football

Chapter 2 Counterattack
The team leader of Class 4——No. 10 found someone behind him, and hurriedly shouted, "Goalkeeper, it's your responsibility."

But as soon as the words fell, the ball was already rubbing against the net. Lei Wen pushed the ball at close range. Even a professional goalkeeper could only stare blankly at the ball.

He Zheng's cola broke, and he regained one, and he was still one short away. Class 6 has not lost yet.

Everyone ran over to high-five Lei Wen, and Lei Wen glanced at Li Qiao in the distance, and gave a thumbs up, indicating that the pass was beautiful.

He Zheng is rough, but he is not stupid, and he can see that 90% of the credit for the ball lies with Li Qiao.

Re-kick-off, the 4th class is still the same, run back with the ball after the kick-off in the middle circle, this commonly known slapstick tactic is still very effective when there is not much time left in the game.

Class 6 launched a frenzied press in the frontcourt. The passers of the wild ball players were flawed. Class 4 passed only 3 kicks, so He Zheng grabbed the ball abruptly.

Facing He Zheng, Class 4 didn't dare to act rashly. This guy was a bit bigger than his peers. Needless to say, he was capable of confrontation, and it was difficult for two or three people to hold him down.

He Zheng looked up and saw that Lei Wen and Gaudi were both in the penalty area, and they could see them clearly, but He Zheng hesitated, because he didn't have much confidence in his footwork. This mid-range pass required high precision, and He Zheng was worried that he would kick out of the baseline.

At this moment, He Zheng saw someone on the sidewalk raising his right hand high. Because the jerseys of Class 6 are sky blue, that blue solitary on the sidewalk is particularly eye-catching.

"Come again!"

Regarding Li Qiao, He Zheng has some opinions in his heart, because as the captain, he doesn't like people who are independent. To put it bluntly, he doesn't like people who are stronger than himself, but at this time there is not much time left, and He Zheng can't take care of so much.

With a push of the arch, He Zheng passed the ball to Li Qiao on the wing. There are many things that can be seen in the small details. When a mid-range ground ball is passed, others must stop the ball 5 meters away, but Li Qiao seems to have glued the soles of his feet. The ball obediently "sticks" to the sneakers.

Stopping the ball is the foundation of everything. Without this foundation, other things are out of the question.

"I rely on."

Class 4 is not stupid, just now they were careless, but the same situation happened again at this time, Class 4 can no longer use their eyes to defend foolishly.

No. 8 and No. 11 rushed towards Li Qiao, and the captain, No. 10, turned around and entangled Lei Wen, who was also the first shooter in class 6.

"Hey, I blocked both the passer and the shooter. Let's see what you do."

The leader of Class 4 is confident, and he feels that his arrangements are tight.

On the side of the court, facing the menacing defensive players, Li Qiao made up his mind. Li Qiao's characteristic is the combination of speed and human-ball ability.

Faced with the two men's uphill battle, Li Qiao visually measured the distance to the bottom line.

"No problem, enough distance."

Li Qiao flicked his instep, and then began to sprint and accelerate.

"Damn it, take it hard!"

Class 4 didn't expect that Li Qiao would dare to play like this, and would forcefully overwhelm two defensive players on his own side. The two were stunned for a moment, but when they recovered, it was impossible to catch up with Li Qiao.

"Take it! Take it!"

No. 10 didn't panic. After all, Class 4 was last year's runner-up, and his strength was not bad. He made up his mind that as long as one in the penalty area stares at each other and sees them dead, then there will be no problem.

After Li Qiao broke through, he looked up and saw that both Lei Wen and Gaudi were being watched to death, and their chances of getting the cross were very slim.

Suddenly, Li Qiao saw a small area exposed by the goalkeeper, and kicked decisively by himself. Class 4 was dumbfounded. The angle of the shot was so small, you thought you were Zidane.

But what was even more dumbfounding was that the amateur goalkeeper in class 4 also defended with his eyes. The angle of the ball was very tricky, so he could only watch the ball hit the net.

Raven.

Gaudi.

He Zheng.

Everyone in Class 6 went crazy. They rushed towards Li Qiao. Last year, in the semi-finals, Class 6 lost 1-2 to Class 4. The same tragedy did not happen again this year.

"Hahaha, brat, you must be fooled." He Zheng's big hand patted Li Qiao's shoulder, and his whole body felt crisp.

Lei Wen lightly punched Li Qiao in the chest. We were good buddies, and we understood each other with just one look. Lei Wen seemed to be saying, "Why have you changed?"

In the previous life, Li Qiao was not lacking in strength, but Chinese children are used to following the rules. If it was in the previous life, if He Zheng let him pass the ball, then Li Qiao would definitely pass the ball instead of shooting on his own.

Class 4 is like an eggplant beaten by frost, leading by 2 goals, but being tied at the last moment, the depression in my heart can be imagined.

He Fangju, a physical education teacher and referee, looked at his watch. The regular time was up. He raised his right hand and stretched out two fingers. Everyone understood the meaning of 2 minutes of stoppage time.

When the kick-off was resumed, Class 4 was like an injured tiger, becoming more cautious. If the game was tied at 60 minutes, then it would go into overtime of 10 minutes each in the first and second half.

Class 4 hopes to enter the overtime, they are extremely uncomfortable physically and mentally at this time, but Class 6 should chase after the poor, eager to win Class 4 in one fell swoop at the last moment.

This time, when Li Qiao took the ball from the wing again, Class 4 gave it all. In addition to the regular two-team, the captain No. 10 even played it himself.

With three people double-teaming, even if Li Qiao is fast, there is no room to break through. After all, football is not a one-person sport.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Lei Wen yelled at He Zheng, "Go and respond."

He Zheng was taken aback for a moment, "Accept? How should I respond?"

In his football philosophy, there is no such concept as running without the ball. Lei Wen stretched out his hands and made a triangle.

"You know the triangle, we run around Li Qiao to form a triangle."

"Is this okay?" He Zheng wanted to say something more, but Lei Wen didn't talk to him, and ran over.

Li Qiao was cornered to protect the ball from the side, and suddenly he glanced at Lei Wen from the corner of his eye, "Damn, I just came, I almost lost the ball."

With a horizontal push, the ball was passed to Lei Wen, and Li Qiao turned around and made an empty cut, running to the baseline without the ball. This meant asking for the ball.

Class 4 was stunned, completely stunned, this tactic was beyond their comprehension, they didn't know whether to defend Lei Wen or Li Qiao at this time.

Raven throws the ball to the baseline.

"Depend on!"

As soon as the ball left his feet, Lei Wen scolded himself, because it was obvious that he was stronger. Players of this level could see and want it, but they still couldn't do it.

Fortunately, Li Qiao's speed was against the sky. He accelerated, and then accelerated, slowly turning the impossible into a possibility, and he chased him back.

No. 4 of class 10 can only use his trump card, and they all block the door!

Yes, the trump card of class 4 is to build a real human wall in front of the goal. If Mourinho is on the scene, he will definitely look sideways.

But Li Qiao didn't care, he made some adjustments after taking the ball, and kicked directly.

(End of this chapter)