perfect arc

Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve: Forbidden Area, Forbidden Area,
Attack forward, defend backward, grab the midfielder, and build a high wall. . .

The players were sweating profusely.

There are 2 minutes left to enter stoppage time, and the tight formation of the two teams is like a river flooding on the court, swaying back and forth.Coboni stared at his watch from time to time, his head bobbing constantly with the rhythm of the formation moving from side to side.He was in a hurry, and he pointed to the cheap watch on his wrist and shouted to his team members: "Pay attention to the time."

Nine 10 minutes have passed, the assistant referee holds up the black electronic board: 3 minutes.

An absolutely reasonable 3 minutes, but I don't know why Coach Koboni is dissatisfied, I saw him standing on the boundary line, talking non-stop.This scene was clearly captured by the cameraman at the scene.The commentator joked: "It seems that Coach Coboni thinks the stoppage time is too long?" Another continued: "Maybe I am worried that one point will become zero. Ha ha."

The battle between the two teams has lasted for more than 91 minutes. Valencia's miraculous No. 11 finally showed physical weakness, dribbling the ball slowly, and giving the ball a deflection.It was this move that deflected the ball and missed the climax before the finale.

No. 11 made a mistake, captain Fisk steadily blocked the path of the ball, and the No. 9 enemy front who was about to catch the ball was unexpected.Time is really running out. Fiske saw Kabinet, Mashu and other frontcourt players have already started, and gave Bigfoot. The quality is excellent, unexpectedly excellent.

In two seconds, the change was too fast, and the Valencia team changed from offense to defense.All the players in the backcourt retreated in a panic, retreating in a panic.Captain Fisk breathed a sigh of relief, because the ball was taken by the Mashu.The rhythm of the second hand will not stop because of who wins the ball. The mouse looks for someone with two eyes and gives the ball.The attacking striker of his own team took the ball, and was shoveled and tripped by the enemy defender one second after giving the ball. Kabini received the ball, the winner got the ball, and the referee signaled to continue.

You attack fast, and the enemy also retreats quickly. In seconds, the entire Valencia team retreats to the end.The penalty area was packed with players from both sides.Cabine can no longer run, not because of his physical decline, but because there are too many players in the middle range, and there is no room for him to play.

"Give it to the side, give it to the side, everyone, open up and look for opportunities." Captain Fisk, who was already in front, commanded.

After Kabini stuffed the ball to the wing, he rushed into the penalty area immediately, even though there were too many players in the penalty area, there were enemies and friends.But Kabini's swimming position is very flexible, and the enemy guards who want to stalk him are too embarrassed to keep up with the rhythm.The fullback was just about to pass the ball high and hoist the ball into the penalty area, but Kabinet swam to a position less than five meters away from the fullback and said to the fullback, "Give me a short one, hurry up!"

The short plug is passed and the ball is already in the foot.

It was at the feet of Kabinet.Coach Koboni saw this scene and said to his assistant: "Damn, what does he want to do? Wouldn't it be better to pass the ball and let his teammates head the ball?" The assistant coach gave a helpless face, and Coach Koboni was even more annoyed .

Kabinet held the ball firmly and set up the offensive.When the enemy guard comes, Kabini changes direction and hits the ball to the right, and the enemy guard follows to the right.Wonderful fight.But the enemy guard had already hooked the ball, Kabinet pushed the ball and flashed, the ball passed, but no one passed.People have fallen, in the restricted area.

The entire stadium suddenly seemed to have exploded with more than a dozen cauldrons.

"Is it a penalty kick? Will the Granada team have a lore?" The on-site commentator has stood up.

The Granada bench has been led by coach Coboni, and everyone shouts: "Penalty, it's a penalty!"

The referee did not disappoint everyone on the scene, whistled to signal a timeout, and he gave the verdict: give the Valencia goalkeeper a kick-off.After making this decision, the referee walked up to Cabine and said: "Don't play tricks, you know? You already have a yellow card. This is the first warning." Cabine couldn't believe that the referee thought he was diving. , put his head in his hands, and hurriedly explained to the referee: "The opponent really hooked my foot, really!" The teammates felt incredible, and shouted to the referee: "It can't be a flop, this is a point. Ball. If you don’t believe me, ask the baseline assistant referee.”

The referee responded to those half-crazed teammates: "Just now the bottom-line assistant referee told me through the headset that it was not a penalty."

At this time, coach Coboni was almost yelling in a frenzy: "Obvious misjudgment! Obvious misjudgment! Damn it!" The commentator saw this scene through the live video, and said: "Valencia escaped a However, Coach Coboni’s team can’t be lore. He is very angry. It seems that his players can’t take a comfortable bath after returning to the locker room.” His partner interjected: “Maybe tomorrow will be added. Fuck it, hehe!"

An irreversible situation, an irreversible penalty.

The Valencia goalkeeper is half a beat away and prepares for a goal kick.Undoubtedly a delaying tactic.The ball flew out, within three seconds, the whistle sounded, and at the end of the game, the two teams made a draw.Coach Coboni angrily left the bench and was the first to go to the locker room.Players from the two teams shook hands to greet each other on the field. Led by captain Fiske, Cabine and his teammates clapped their hands to thank the fans for their enthusiastic support.

Mr. Haas, who was still in the VIP seat, also clapped his hands. He gave half of the respect to Kabinet, and said in his heart: "My boy, I really saw you right at first." But Mr. Haas also knew that it belonged to Kabinet The battle has just begun.

Cabine returned to the locker room.Although the atmosphere in the locker room is not dead, it is not far from the feeling of being defeated.Captain Fiske hasn't returned to the locker room yet. He accepts reporters' post-match interviews in the exit channel. He believes that he won't leave [Kabinet] and [Is that a penalty?] ] and the like.Coach Koboni hasn't spoken yet, just quietly watching the video of the game just now.

Kabinet sat in his changing position, took off his sweaty No. 15 jersey, looked down at his two combat boots covered in mud and grass on the studs, and silently drank a drink.He really wanted to find a teammate to talk to, talk about the so-called [flopping] just now.

"That's definitely not a flop, it's a penalty kick. I know. No! I'm sure!" The mouse's words were on point, and it hit Kabinet's heart accurately.

Cabine raised his head and said, "Is it my bad luck?"

Mashu shook his head and said, "No! It's our team's bad luck!"

Kabinet smiled wryly: "If I hadn't fouled at the beginning, the score would have been 2:1, and we would have won."

Mashu shook his head again and said, "As soon as the final whistle blows, there will be no [if] in the game."

Kabini didn't continue his conversation, drinking his drink quietly, and so did the Mummy Mouse.The two were exhausted, and that seemed to be the case.

Captain Fisk returned to the locker room, and the first time he poured drinks, he was so happy.After the filling, he let out a long tone in his throat: "Ah~~~~~~~~~." Then he looked at Kabinet and gave him a thumbs up gesture.Cabinet responded with the same gesture.

The players suddenly raised their heads in an orderly manner. It was Coach Koboni who was about to speak.

Coach Coboni crosses his arms, eyes sweeping across his players.After 21 seconds, I opened my mouth: "Don't emphasize how hard you work, I'm not blind. Don't feel guilty about making mistakes, I can see it clearly. Don't tell me that it's because of how strong the opponent is that we are in trouble." Keep peace. Let me tell you that in the football world, there is no such nonsense as [the opponent is too strong to score], I hope you think about it seriously. There is nothing else, everyone can take a shower and change clothes." After finishing speaking, he walked away.

After Coach Koboni finished speaking, Captain Fiske clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay! Come on! Keep working hard!" The teammates woke up from Coach Koboni's lecture, and of course Kabinet also .The teammates started to do their own things, some were changing equipment, some were eating delicious meatloaf, some were taking a good bath, and some were asking the masseur to soothe their calf muscles.Kabini heard the phone ringing from his sweatpants pocket, took out the phone wearily, looked at the caller ID and said:

"Hello, Mr. Haas."

"Well, it's me. Has Coach Coboni finished his lecture?"

"It's over, the coach didn't say much, I think he was mad."

"Is there really no point to say a few words?"

"You really mean did he criticize or praise me by name?"

"Yes! Is there?"

"No, I didn't say a word, and walked away after a few words of group training."

"Oh, that's it." Mr. Haas seemed to be thinking about something on the other end of the phone.

"Anything else, Mr. Haas?"

"Oh! Well, no more. After the team is disbanded, you go home and have a good rest. I will invite you to dinner tomorrow." Mr. Haas said.

"Okay. There is also the possibility of recuperating for too long. I feel that the state of today's game is not ideal."

"That's for sure. Young man, take your time. The more urgent you are, the easier it is to make mistakes."

"Understood, Mr. Haas. Finally, thank you for coming to my game."

"Oh! You don't have to be polite, I'm your manager. Don't talk about it, see you tomorrow, bye."

"Bye, see you tomorrow." Kabini put down his phone and walked to the bathroom, ready to take a good shower.

Every scene of yesterday's game did not appear in Kabinet's dream, maybe the dream was blank, maybe there was no dream at all.Last night, when Kabinai returned to his new residence, he didn't care about anything else, so he fell asleep and had a good night's sleep.

Woke up from sleep, it was already nine o'clock.He rubbed his stomach and realized that he woke up from hunger.

Cabinet opened the refrigerator door, and it was miraculously filled with food, some of which were French delicacies.Kirby said to himself: Mr. Haas that old guy, caring old guy.He brought a lot of delicious food and put it on the dining table.Playing on the computer while eating, and pressing the computer with the hand while eating, the mouth and hands are suddenly very busy.

Cabine wanted to check all the reports on the Internet about last night's game:

[Granada's new star Kabiene surprises Kamenes]

[The missing penalty at the Kamenes Stadium]

【Valencia Team Thanksgiving Night】

[Diving?penalty? 】

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

There are all kinds of titles.Cabine wanted to read all the texts one by one, and within a few seconds, Mr. Haas called.

"Hi, good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Mr. Haas. I slept well last night and woke up to find the refrigerator full of food."

"Hahaha, that's my 'masterpiece'. Hope you like it."

"Of course I like it, thank you!"

"Have you read today's report?"

"I'm reading the text, what's wrong?"

"Some are scorned, some are stepped on, and some are not scorned and not stepped on. Huh, interesting." Mr. Haas said with a smile.

"Never mind him, as long as I can play football."

"Young man, you underestimate the pens of the media. Their pens can produce a bundle of banknotes."

"Oh? Really..." Kabinet asked stupidly.

(End of this chapter)