perfect arc

Chapter 139 Chapter 130 Nine: Hope

Outside the restricted area, in the middle.

The wing seemed to be blocked. The left wing of the Granada team had another idea. He crossed the ball to the Mashu, and the Mashu stepped forward. Mashu took a kick to shoot the goal, and within a second, Mashu had already completed the action, and saw the ball fly out, and the castration was quite violent, drawing a scimitar-shaped ball in mid-air.

30 meters, for shooting, this is a very ideal distance. After the ball flies out, it has become a direct confrontation between the Mashu and the Real Sociedad goalkeeper. At this very moment, the Real Sociedad goalkeeper is already With the posture ready, not only the direction in which to jump, but also the height required for the take-off have been stabilized.

"Oh! What a pity! A defender of the Real Sociedad team jumped forward and blocked the path of the ball, and Van Kakit returned without success!" the on-site commentator said suddenly.

Even Coach Koboni thought this shot was a rare opportunity. Unexpectedly, when the Mocktail shot, the strength was indeed perfect, but the ball did not rise fast enough in the air, and it was impossible to pass the defenders and successfully blocked it. The guard who played the ball was either worried, or he was sure that the ball would not pass him. Anyway, he made up his mind. After observing, he jumped up and blocked the ball with his back.

The ball rebounded and flew out of the penalty area. Players from the two teams who were closest to the ball's landing point were all facing each other. Roffman was one of them. At this time, he had already made a decision. If he snatched the ball, Don't think about it, and immediately come back and shoot.

The top priority must be to keep the ball under his feet. Roffman doesn't feel that he has lost to his opponent. As long as there is still a little gap, he must take possession of the ball.

"Okay! The ball bounced! Let's see who can control the ball?"

At this moment, even the on-site commentators are uncertain. It seems that both players have a chance. No matter who controls the ball in the end, I believe that the gap between the two teams is only one second.

From this point of view, the distance between the landing point of the ball and the goal is also very close to the distance when the Mashu shot the goal just now. It is exactly about 30 meters, except that it is different from the position where the Mashu kicked the goal. , Roffman firmly believes that this is also an excellent opportunity to score.

Let's say that Granada's striker has been trapped to death by the enemy general, and it is really unwise to send the ball to him.

Sure enough, it was still only one second away, and Roffman ignored the distance of two meters between the ball and himself. His back-up shot was successful, but whether he will score or not, that is two seconds later.

At the second after Roffman delivered the ball, everyone on the Granada bench was looking up. Although Roffman's shooting posture was unimpressive, what made them nervous was the timing of the shot. Final Results.

Coach Koboni, who was standing on the sidelines, exhaled steadily. He didn't show the normal nervous look, and still crossed his hands in front of his chest. Regardless of whether he scored or not after two seconds, he seemed to have made some decisions.

"It's dangerous! The ball was kicked high! The strength of this shot was not controlled well!" The commentary of the on-site commentator obviously fit the taste of the Real Sociedad fans, but of course, the fans of the Granada team responded to this commentary. Not interested at all, it can be said to be quite disgusting.

On the contrary, this cannot be blamed on Roffman for missing the chance to score, because he just did what he had to do at that moment and missed the target, let alone his original intention.

In just 15 seconds, the Granada team had already missed two seemingly excellent chances to score. Coach Coboni, who was standing on the sidelines, let go of his crossed hands, and then slightly crossed his left hand again. A watch told him that it was time for a replacement.

Seeing that coach Koboni ordered the assistant coach: "Go and tell Kabini to organize the game equipment, and when the game is suspended, let him replace Roffman!"

Roffman guessed right. Coach Koboni chose to switch positions as always. After receiving the notification from the assistant coach, Kabini also hurriedly packed the equipment for the game. After wrapping up the protective belt and straightening the socks, he put on the white wristband for himself, just waiting for the game to be suspended. . .

After a while, the picture of the suspension of the game finally appeared. It was 3 minutes after Cabine got his equipment ready, and the winger of the Real Sociedad team made a surprise attack on the wing. At high speed, the two of them shouldered their shoulders all the way and rushed to the seven meters outside the penalty area. The Granada full-back, who was annoyed by the enemy general, stretched out his feet and hooked the ball out of the sideline. . .

"Beep~!"

The referee pointed to the sidelines and signaled to the visiting team to make a substitution. The fourth referee took over the meaning of the assistant coach of the Granada team and pressed the correct replacement number between the players on the electronic news board.

"Well! Coach Koboni's decision is not surprising at all. No. 4 Roffman will leave the field, and No. 15 Kabinet will enter the field. Although Kabinet is still slightly injured, it seems that this coach is going to decide to take a risk! "

The on-site commentator explained the scene at this time, and Roffman trotted all the way, clapping his hands all the way to greet the fans. After running to the sidelines, he slapped Cabine with two palms, and said: "Go! Do a good job!"

Kabini didn't answer, which had something to do with his concentration, but seeing his fierce aura, it seemed more like he wanted to tell Roffman with the most practical actions that not only would he do it beautifully, but he would also Also help the team win the game.

After being inspected by the fourth referee, Kabini's playing equipment did not violate the rules. Four seconds after replacing Roffman, Kabini trotted all the way to Mashu again, and said to the idiot wearing the No. 10 jersey : "Hey! Don't say I didn't remind you, after the game is over, hurry up and search online which restaurants in Granada will serve borscht to customers!"

"Fuck you! Let's play hard! Idiots!" Although the Mashu choked back at Kabinet, it was not difficult to find that the two idiots had already forgotten their shallow smiles.

After the joke was over, Kabinet quickly returned to his seat. Looking at the urgency of the situation, Kabinet couldn't allow him to spend more time, to express some gratitude, or to thank God for his care so that he could play in the game or something like that.

"Be optimistic about your position!"

When the players of the Real Sociedad team were about to throw a throw-in, Fiske, the leader of the Granada team, was also shouting loudly, reminding his teammates not to give the opponent any room to advance.

The opponent responsible for throwing the ball swung his head at both ends, and after clarifying the position of his teammates, he made the ball leave between his two palms. The other opponent was very active, and stepped forward to catch the ball in two steps. , the next move at this moment is not a secret, as long as the enemy turns around, he will definitely charge forward with the ball. . .

Suddenly, with a sudden "bang", the enemy player who was rushing with the ball fell to the ground, the corner of his mouth was already covered with grass fragments, he must know the reason for falling to the ground, it was obviously caused by the opponent's interception , but he didn't see clearly who blocked his way.

On the sidelines, Coach Coboni exhaled, turned to the assistant coach and said, "Damn it! This is what I've always wanted to see!"

(End of this chapter)