There is a dream called football

Chapter 9
Beat Class 6?
The players in class 8 suddenly found that they were powerless and their physical condition was a bit bad.

During the intermission, these kids played electric fans, drank cold drinks, and went on the field without warming up. If they met a big team, it would be fine, but they didn't expect to meet the 6th class of Jedi counterattack.

Wang Chukong was a little unable to run, and even felt a little sweaty, "Damn it, you shouldn't underestimate Class 6."

But it was done, he couldn't retreat to the end of the first half. After thinking about it, Wang Chukong made a difficult decision-to retreat.

"Damn it, I read it right, Class 6 beats Class 8."

The spectators were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped, and someone shouted: "Students, come and see, the sun is coming out from the west."

"What are you doing, what are you doing?"

"Come and see."

Class 8's jersey is similar to that of AC Milan, while Class 6's is a sky blue jersey. At this time, the sky blue crosses the half court and surrounds the side of the dark jersey.

Li Shan knew that the opponent's physical fitness was not good enough, and it is estimated that many people suffered from heat stroke, so they had to retreat, but this would not be a good thing for Class 6.

Both Lei Wen and Li Qiao needed space to attack, and the 8th class formed an iron barrel formation to fill up the gaps in defense.

Wang Chukong could see clearly that the stupid big guys from Class 6 in the penalty area couldn't grab the header at all. As long as Lei Wen and Li Qiao were not allowed to get close to the penalty area, then there would be no threat.

"Captain, my stomach hurts."

"Okay, change."

"Captain, I have a headache."

"it is good……"

Class 8 used up 3 substitutions in one go, and Wang Chukong didn't want beautiful football anymore. If he could hold on to 3-2 until the end, he would win.

"Try harder." Li Shan clenched his fists. He had a chance, but he had no clue how to break through the dense defense.

At this moment, He Zheng saw Li Qiao gesturing, a gesture of crossing positions.

"Why?"

He Zheng didn't understand, but he believed in Li Qiao. One of them ran forward, the other ran back, making a cross exchange.

Class 8's defense loosened, and those who defended Li Qiao didn't dare to follow him. Just like that, Li Qiao took the ball and turned around in front of the penalty area.

At this time, the penalty area was full of people, and Li Qiao remembered what his father said to him, a good shooter relies on instinct, not eyes.

Li Qiao didn't raise his head, he directly raised his foot and hit the Cloud Piercing Arrow.

With a cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops will meet each other.

Li Qiao shot the ball as if he had eyes. He drove away from the crowd and headed straight for the goal. Chen Jing was dumbfounded and watched the ball fly until it went into the net.

Class 6 was boiling, just like everyone tearing up books to celebrate after the college entrance examination. After being completely released, Li Qiao was surrounded by people.

"Excellent, star."

"This ball must not have been fooled."

"Li Qiao, Zidane's name in your community is not in vain."

"Hahaha."

Go all out, then decline, and exhaust three times, one exhausts the other and the other fills up.

Class 8 wanted to attack, but no matter whether it was mental or physical, Wang Chukong called the striker back and defended to the end.

Li Shan waved his hands like crazy, "It's better to chase after the poor, we won't play overtime."

Class 8 cannot be given a chance to breathe. If overtime is played, the bodies of the players in Class 8 should recover.

But here comes the problem. Class 8 is determined this time, and all 10 people except the goalkeeper are defending in the penalty area of ​​their own side.

What's more terrible is that Wang Chukong arranged for personal defense against Li Qiao and Lei Wen.

man to man!
Don't rush the ball.

The ball is extraordinary.

Li Qiao went back to get the ball again, but this time it was difficult to even turn around. Class 8 arranged a moving meat wall to "take care" of Li Qiao.

It is no longer possible to force the middle lane, Li Shan glanced at Gaudi in the penalty area.

"Will there be a miracle?"

In training, Gaudi's success rate of grabbing the header is very low, but because of his height advantage, as long as he grabs the header, he will undoubtedly score.

"It's a gamble."

Li Shan gestured for Li Qiao and Lei Wen to walk along the sidewalk.

When they got to the wing, the defensive resistance they encountered suddenly decreased a bit, at least they could hold the ball steadily.

It's been a week since high center strikers practiced tactics. Lei Wen and Li Qiao are fine, it's up to Gaudi.

Gaudí didn't let everyone down, he really... couldn't get the header.

"There are no miracles in football."

If Li Shan was given half a year, he might be able to train Gaudí to be a real center forward, but it is a pity that he only has one week.

Wang Chukong could see that Gaudi's judgment on the landing point was basically based on guesswork, without any prediction.

There is no ability to predict the header, so it is impossible to grab it. After all, the penalty area is so big, and the probability of being hit by the ball is not high.

There is no threat to the center forward, and Chen Jing has many opportunities to pick the high ball. Li Qiao and Lei Wen's crosses have become Chen Jing's pick-and-play training.

As time passed, Wang Chukong was preparing for a counterattack. He left the penalty area ahead of time, and Chen Jing understood it. He was going to throw the ball to attack immediately after picking the ball next time.

Li Shan saw all this, and when he handed the water bottle to Li Qiao, he said something, and the latter also understood.

There seemed to be a tacit understanding on the football field. Class 8 let go of the wing and allowed Li Qiao to pass the ball, and Class 6 seemed to know what the other party wanted to do.

He Zheng also rushed into the restricted area, pointing to his head, thinking that there would be more chances, but it's really not something that can be grabbed by a lot of people.

Li Qiao flicked the ball forward, ready to pass again, Chen Jing was eager to try, ready to attack and pick the ball.

"Gaudi, you fucking fight for it." He Zheng roared.

Gaudi nodded helplessly, but he really didn't feel it.

A curved ball was passed into the penalty area, and Chen Jing leaped high, but found that the ball was on the wrong path. Could it be...

Correct!
The previous crosses were all arcs with the instep, and Chen Jing was already very familiar with this kind of line, but this time Li Qiao kicked with the instep, and the arc was completely opposite.

"It's not good, it's worse."

Wang Chukong had already seen the flying direction of the ball clearly from a distance, this time he didn't look for a big fool, but went directly into the door.

thump.

thump.

Everyone's hearts were beating violently, until the moment the ball rubbed against the net, Class 8 knelt down.

Slight heatstroke and losing 4 goals in a row, these children collapsed. In the rest of the time, Class 8 did not recover the score.

The moment PE teacher He Fangju blew the final whistle, Class 6 was like a cattle herding class. Some people took off their jerseys, some spilled sports drinks on their teammates, and some played pranks.

Won!

This is the first time that the players in Class 6 tasted the taste of victory.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of winning, and it turns out that the championship is so exciting."

The game was over, but the blood of many people was aroused, and a dream that I had never even dared to dream of poked myself hard.

"Do you remember your childhood football dream?"

(End of this chapter)