There is a dream called football

Chapter 8 Pride is the Devil

Wang Chukong knows the common sense of exercise, and his muscles have cooled down significantly, so he can't run vigorously at this time.

"It's okay, let Class 6 control the ball, is it possible to score one more?"

Wang Chukong turned his head and saw that Chen Jing in front of the goal basically didn't move in the first half. There was a semi-professional goalkeeper standing in front of the goal. Class 8 had only conceded two goals in the past three years, not to mention losses, and they were all insignificant goals.

Class 6 took the ball, and the players from Class 8 did not press. The situation was much better than in the first half, at least the midfielder could control the ball.

Three passes and two downs, the ball reached Lei Wen's feet, he pulled the ball and turned around, Li Qiao had already run forward on the wing.

"This ball must be 30 meters." Lei Wen murmured in his heart, even if the ball was passed by luck, can Li Qiao catch it?

This is not playing live football or FIFA. In reality, stopping the ball is a profound skill. If the ball is passed, as long as Li Qiao makes a big stop, the ball will belong to the opponent's goalkeeper.

"It doesn't matter." Lei Wen recalled what Li Shan said during the halftime break, and kicked the ball flat, and the ball flew towards Li Qiao.

Wang Chukong followed the ball with his eyes. He raised his hand to signal that the defender does not need to chase it back. The ball must belong to the goalkeeper.

Wang Chukong is very clear about the level of amateur players stopping the ball. Even if he catches the ball himself, he should stop five or six meters away.

The script in his mind is like this, as soon as Li Qiao touches the ball, Chen Jing will own the ball.

"Hehe, it's just right to fight back."

Wang Chukong felt that he was very smart, and he even thought about the next step.

Chen Jing in front of the goal was eager to try. He waited for the opponent's forward to stop the ball, and spread his hands outward, ready to pick the ball.

Facing the incoming ball, Li Qiao stretched out his foot, and the huge momentum hit him. It felt like catching a flying ping pong ball, which was a bit difficult.

However, more than ten years of wild ball experience gave Li Qiao a very good sense of the ball, and the ball stopped two meters away.

dumbfounded.

Chen Jing and Wang Chukong were dumbfounded at the same time.

"its not right!"

Chen Jing hurriedly stepped forward to block the angle, and opened his whole body like an octopus to block the shooting angle as much as possible.

If the ball can "stick" at the first stop, then it is a one-shot. If it stops five meters away, it will stop, but the ball happens to be between Li Qiao and the goalkeeper, which becomes a [-]-[-] knife mountain ball.

Li Qiao didn't care so much, the ball had to be shot!
After taking two quick steps, Li Qiao raised his bow and set his arrow, ready to shoot.

"Smack it." He Zheng.

"Puff." Wang Chukong said.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and they thought they were together. He Zheng felt that a strong shot would work a miracle, while Wang Chukong's opinion was more professional. In this case, a strong volley was not a good choice.

Chen Jing threw himself at Li Qiao like a sandbag, but he never expected that Li Qiao's ankle would shake.

"Shoot!"

The ball circled a beautiful parabola, bounced twice on the lawn, and then rolled into the goal.

"The ball is in!"

"We scored a goal." He Zheng rushed towards Li Qiao, but he was so excited that he stumbled on the soles of his feet and fell down. At this time, everyone else was running towards Li Qiao desperately, including the goalkeeper Yan Xiao.

"We scored."

This is the third goal that Class 8 has conceded in three years. Strictly speaking, this is the first time they have conceded a goal when all the main players in Class 8 are present.

Class 6 was celebrating, and the goalkeeper Chen Jing turned around and fished the ball out of the goal. As a goalkeeper, he was not used to catching the ball from the goal.

Wang Chukong ran over, "I didn't expect the speed of the opponent's number 9 to be so fast, and the stopping and shooting skills seem to have been professionally trained."

"It should be luck. Stopping the ball depends on strength."

Wang Chukong didn't think so, but there was no need to refute anything, just be more careful next time.

A goal boosted the morale of class 6 and woke up class 8. After the tiger woke up, it was about to bite.

Class 6's formation was flattened, Class 8 regained its strength in the first half, and Class 6 had no possession of the ball.

Wang Chukong glanced at Li Qiao behind him, "How can you fly without possession of the ball? Kid, football is a team sport."

Li Qiao also understood that Lei Wen couldn't get the ball, and suddenly Li Qiao thought of a trick, if he didn't pass the ball to me, then I would go back to catch it.

Liu Bin took the ball, crossed it to Wang Chukong, and ran forward at the same time. He took it for granted that he was going to hit the wall to cooperate, but he didn't expect that when the ball rolled halfway, someone stretched his foot.

Wang Chukong was dumbfounded, it turned out that Li Qiao came back to steal the ball.

Li Qiao took the ball and immediately ran back. Wang Chukong looked back and saw that the half of the court was empty, "Not good."

He thought to himself that he was fast, and immediately caught up with Li Qiao.

It stands to reason that running with the ball is definitely slower than running without the ball. Wang Chukong thought so at first, but after running 20 meters with Li Qiao, he was surprised to find that this was not the case.

"Has this kid practiced? He can run faster with the ball than I can without it."

Wang Chukong's face was flushed and he was sweating like rain, but he couldn't catch up with Li Qiao. Chen Jing stared at him in front of the door in a daze, Wang Chukong couldn't catch up?

You must know that Wang Chukong represented Class 8 in the 100-meter competition in the school during the sports meeting, and the opponent was still running with the ball.

While running, Li Qiao observed the situation in front of the door.

"This ball is not fake."

Running from the frontcourt to the backcourt, breaking the ball and then turning back, Li Qiao's legs felt as if they were sunk in a bath, very heavy.

When he came to the goal and glanced at the far corner of the goal, Li Qiao slammed it vigorously, then fell to the ground and gasped for breath.

"I did my best."

The ball flew towards the goal and was about to go in.

bang.

Li Qiao was dumbfounded, this luck is too bad!
At this moment, someone rushed over and hit the ball into the goal. When he looked up, it was Lei Wen.

"Good brother."

It turned out that when Li Qiao rushed forward with the ball, Lei Wen also ran forward quickly, but Li Qiao was too focused and didn't see anyone on the other side at all.

"Hahaha." He Zheng put one hand on the head of one person, "I knew you two could do it, so I was right."

sweat!
Class 6 was overjoyed. They recovered two goals in the first 10 minutes of the second half, and the score became 2-3.

Is it possible...

We can still overtake.

Thinking of this, many people's hearts move, eager but dare not think that scoring goals on the football field is the best "stimulant".

If at the end of the first half, Class 6's fear of Class 8 was 10 points, then half of it is left now.

Wang Chukong's face was dark, and he said that China's Ronaldo was among the people. This was originally a joke, but he did not expect to meet him.

"This kid used to be very ordinary."

Liu Bin ran back complaining slightly: "Chu Kong, you shouldn't have let that ball go."

Wang Chukong smiled wryly in his heart. I didn't let it go on purpose, but I couldn't catch up with all my strength.

"Stop talking, tell your teammates, cheer up, and beat Class 6 for me."

(End of this chapter)