There is a dream called football

Chapter 6 Finals
The school's stadium is on the north side of the teaching building, and on the day of the final of Class 8, the corridor on the north side of the four-story teaching building was full of people.

Many boys whispered: "The competition in this school is only played by Class 8 and you can watch it."

"Yes, after all, there are three quasi-professional players."

"I remember that in the final last year, Class 8 played against Class 4, and the final score was 5-0."

"Remember, remember, Class 4 is powerless to fight back."

These boys are envious of those who have received professional football training and been in the echelon of professional teams.

As Li Shan looked around, the players from Class 8 started to warm up one after another. Goalkeeper No. 1 Chen Jing, No. 9 Liu Bin, and No. 10 Wang Chukong.

Li Qiao's school was the first to carry out football activities on campus. The first year of freshmen's enrollment was in October. The first game started. The next two times were near the end of each year. In order not to affect the college entrance examination, there was no game in the last year.

Li Shan asked everyone to gather into a circle, and he stood inside the circle.

"For most of you, football may be a passing passer-by in your life. You may become civil servants, police officers, doctors, and teachers in the future, but I think few people will regard football as a lifelong career."

Li Shan continued: "Go and enjoy the last football game of your three years in high school. I know that Class 8 is very strong, and the possibility of us defeating Class 8 is very small, but remember Milu's words—attitude is everything. Whether you play football or not in the future, I will give this sentence to you."

Li Shan spent a short time with the players, but he brought great changes to everyone. At least everyone was motivated when they played football. His repeated dream bombing made many people fall in love with football for the first time.

football!

It is no longer a sport in which 11 people chase a ball, but a hobby, even a dream.

People need a dream, it is a seed, no matter how tall a towering tree is, isn't it a humble seed in the end!

But after the game started, the reality came into the dream. Class 8 showed its strength in the first minute.

No. 10 Wang Chukong picked a pass before the penalty area, and No. 9, also the shooter of class 8, Liu Bin directly took the ball without waiting for the ball to hit the ground.

The ball was slightly higher than the crossbar, and the spectators were amazed, but it was a pity that they missed it, and Yan Xiao in front of the goal was still in a daze.

He Zheng was furious, "Everyone cheer up."

Yan Xiao was about to kick the goal kick, He Zheng ran over to signal the ball to be kicked by himself, he was going to use this opportunity to remind Yan Xiao.

"Don't be stupid, at least you jumped out just now, who will show you how stupid you are?"

He Zheng felt that since the opponent shot, the goalkeeper would always make a save, at least appearing more professional.

Yan Xiaomu nodded, but it had to be said that Liu Bin shot faster than most of his teammates, which was a speed he had never encountered before.

There is no suspense. After the opening, Class 8 is playing against Class 6. Class 8 has Wang Chukong as a metronome to take the ball in the midfield, and every player will not run around.

In fact, teammates running around randomly, in the final analysis, the passer is unreliable. This is like sailing. If the ship goes sideways, it must be the responsibility of the helmsman.

Watching Wang Chukong take the ball, He Zheng clenched his fists tightly, feeling that he couldn't use his strength. He threw himself up, but every time Wang Chukong could always use very reasonable movements to separate the ball from He Zheng.

He Zheng wondered, "Could it be that my legs are short? Or is this kid protecting the ball just right?"

Every time he came here, the referee who was a part-time physical education teacher would blow his whistle, and He Zheng must have committed a foul.

"Damn it, why can't I grab it?"

If it was normal, He Zheng's violent temper would definitely be uncontrollable, but now he saw Li Shan's gesture of pressing down with both hands, and he suddenly calmed down.

I don't know why, after a week of contact, he has a feeling of trust in Li Shan, and he always feels that Coach Li has a way.

However, 10 minutes into the first half, the iron barrel formation of class 6 was torn apart, and class 8 scored a goal!

Wang Chukong made two consecutive false shots in front of the penalty area. A group of people gathered in front of the penalty area in Class 6, but in the end Wang Chukong passed the ball to Liu Bin who was in the middle. Facing the goalkeeper, he directly pushed the far corner and the ball scored!
As soon as the goal was scored, the spectators were overwhelmed. Don’t the spectators want to score more goals? It’s best to score 8 and 10, that would be cool.

Class 6 is like a defeated rooster. The tactics formulated by the coach before the game are to defend in the first half, try not to concede the ball, and then fight back in the second half.

Li Shan's idea of ​​the housekeeping skills of Italian football is very beautiful, but obviously the reality is much more complicated than he imagined.

But the bigger blow was yet to come. One minute later, Wang Chukong shot himself from outside the penalty area. Although the force was great, the angle was actually quite right, but Yan Xiao was obviously not ready.

Karius!

This was Li Qiao's first reaction.

But people in this era don't know who Karius is. What they know is Barthez, the French bald head.

"Damn, Yan Xiao, you are possessed by Bathez." He Zheng said to himself, everyone had some opinions in their hearts, but...

Who would sprinkle salt on Yan Xiao's wound at a time like this, he was about to cry himself.

Falling behind 0-2 before halftime in the first half, Li Shan felt that something was wrong, and he might collapse.

Li Shan has a wealth of experience in watching football. Sometimes the weak teams in the league are defeated by the strong teams, which is similar to the current situation on the court.

It was mainly a mental breakdown.

Self-confidence is everything, if you are not confident, then the other party only needs a little finger to push you down.

Li Shan called He Zheng over, "Hold it for me."

"Why?" He Zheng was usually coaxed, but in such a situation, he was a bit out of line.

Li Shan knew that he had to give a very clear instruction. After thinking for a moment, Li Shan pointed to Li Qiao, "Give it to Li Qiao if you break the ball."

"that's it?"

"that's it!"

Li Shan understands that Class 6 needs the ball at this time, and can no longer let the opponent shoot wantonly. Give Yan Xiao a little time to calm down, otherwise three, four, five, or even more conceded goals are possible.

When the ball was re-kicked off, He Zheng arranged the ball and gave it to Li Qiao if he had the ball, but before Class 6 implemented his tactics, he lost the ball again.

And class 8 obviously knew that Yan Xiao was a frightened bird, no matter who got the ball, he would kick it towards the goal.

Wang Chukong smiled and said: "The big guy doesn't need to use force, as long as he hits the door frame, he can enter."

He Zheng was so angry that he directly knocked down the players from Class 8.

Not good!

Li Qiao and Lei Wen glanced at each other. They remembered that Wang Chukong's free kick was also quite good.

(End of this chapter)