perfect arc

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Drilling

The ball slowed down, as if waiting for someone to arrange its whereabouts, was it squeezed out of the edge of the penalty area?Or be sent to the net with a force?It's hard to say, but what is certain is that neither picture will lack an audience.

The ball cut across the tip of the grass and rolled.

During this time, the captain of the Granada team, Fisk and the little flea, gave a set of moves at the same time, one attack and one defense.Although mid-range shooting is not the strong point of the little flea, but the panicked defense of the Granada team just gave enough space for the little flea to shoot, and his left foot is already gaining momentum. . .

Suddenly Sanchez yelled: "Hey! Here!"

Facing his teammate's request for the ball, Little Flea didn't even lift his head. His left foot was pulling the bow. The ball must be about to fly out, but the experienced Fisk had already rushed to Little Flea's side. This is just the edge of the restricted area, and Fiske decided to fight for a round.

"Okay~~! The little flea is going to shoot~~!" The on-site commentator shouted.

This is true, after a second, the ball will be sent by the little flea, but the on-site commentator ignored Fiske's actions, the leader of the Granada team has stretched out his feet, and his body is even more towards the little flea Fall over. . .

"Okay~! Look at this shot~~!" The on-site commentator roared softly.

Kabini, who was watching the game from the VIP seat, immediately straightened his neck, and a bead of sweat involuntarily slid down his forehead. He wiped the bead of sweat with his right palm, and then swiped the drifting cigarette Circle, under the whole set of movements, Kabini's eyes never left the ball in the field.

Mr. Haas, the maker of the 'smoke', erected his spine, waiting for the "disaster" he said. The old man snorted, convinced that with the strength of the little flea, this shot would definitely score a goal.

It's just that the picture shown in the arena told the old man that he was wrong!
To be more precise, Mr. Haas was only half wrong, because the ball did stay in the net, but according to the whistle sounded, the mid-range shot from the little flea was obviously a foul first. The linesman raised the small flag, offside!

The little flea spread his hands and ran to ask the line referee, "What? Offside?"

The line referee didn't give any feedback, and his attitude was very firm, and he stepped back and moved to the center circle. The goalkeeper of the Granada team broke into a cold sweat after failing to save the ball. If he concedes a goal in the early stage of the game, he may provoke the scolding of Coach Coboni .

Of course, the fans of the visiting team couldn't accept the penalty given by the lines referee. Apart from their preference for their favorite team, the biggest reason was that they couldn't see the situation clearly at all, so they had such an excited reaction.

After watching the slow-motion replay, the on-site commentator commented: "Well~! This is a correct penalty. At the moment the little flea sent the ball, Sanchez was already offside~!"

There is no controversy at all about the penalty this time, and it even saved the Granada team from losing their lives. If this is the case, the players of the home team should feel lucky, but they are keeping their heads down. Judging from their faces, they personally It's as if they are dying, and only after looking at them, they are all being scolded by Coach Koboni:

"Hey~! Did you bring your brains to the game? Don't stand there like an idiot, okay? Let the opponent shoot so easily, is the usual training for nothing?"

The old coach was furious. After scolding, he swung his body and went back to the team bench angrily. Finally, he said to the assistant coach: "Damn! They are all idiots!"

As far as this matter is concerned, it cannot be said that Coach Koboni was wrong. It is just that several offensive players of the visiting team have their own unique moves. When the home team is a little careless, they will swing a move and give the opponent a fatal blow. That's exactly what happened. First, the Mashu retreated to help defend, and Roffman blocked Iniesta's forward space, and the No. 20 player who replaced Kabinet also blocked Harvey's walking space. Captain Fiske did not make a mistake either. He led a defensive teammate and pinched left and right in an attempt to seal off the shooting space of the little flea. As for the fast horse Sanchez, he was also served by a Granada defenseman. . .

Therefore, in terms of the main purpose of executing the tactics, these players of the Granada team should not be scolded. Unexpectedly, the little flea has an excellent sense of shooting and a very tricky serve angle. If he is given a slight gap, he will Will turn despair into hope.

Faced with such a situation, the Granada players who were innocently scolded were very helpless. They only heard captain Fiske yelling at his teammates: "Concentrate! Concentrate! Don't be distracted!"

Following the lead of the captain Fisk, the vice-captain Roffman also yelled: "Okay~! Let's do it again!"

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The goalkeeper of the Granada team drew his bow and sent the ball. The ball flew over the pitch and drifted towards the center circle.

This kick-off was the first time that the Granada team officially controlled the ball at their feet. Coach Coboni, who knew the situation well, was very annoyed. He hated this scene. The raised veins on his forehead made people After seeing it, you will definitely feel a little scary.

"Hmm~! The goalkeeper kicked the ball very hard~! The players of the two teams are already ready to take off!" said the on-site commentator.

During the conversation, the second official touch of the ball by the Granada team appeared. The ball fell near the middle circle. Roffman got up strong, jumped up early, and threw Busquets under him. The ball was tapped, and the movement was so light that Kabinet, who was watching the game, shouted: "Beautiful~!"

Luo Fuman didn't choose to take a header ferry, he must have his plan, and the squirrel that was already activated roared: "Hey~!" Seeing this, Luo Fuman knew that the next plot must be just like what he thought in his heart So, he took three big strides, completely removed the entanglement of Busquets, and then flicked his right foot to pass the ball towards the Mashu.

The Mashu, who was foraging on the right side of the battle, is not very unfamiliar with this new battle position. A natural forager has his own way of foraging, so the Mashu moves very flexibly, and the others have even rushed out several times. Step forward, take the initiative to catch the ball, and stop the ball easily on the side of the ankle.

"Hey~! Pay attention~!" Roffman shouted suddenly.

The mouse turned its head and saw that Busquets, who had just been shaken off by Roffman, was running towards this place. Within half a second, the mouse accelerated its feet and ran with great strides, trying to unload Busquets with speed. Stalking, even though the forward teammate was asking for the ball, Mashu pretended not to hear it, and just ran towards the edge of the penalty area blindly.

"It's a rare possession of the ball, I must take good care of it!" Mashu read while running.

The two forward teammates followed the trend and wandered in the front field one after another. The left wing rushed forward, supported by Roffman, and No. 20 was running forward with all his strength. Judging from this situation, the Mashu seemed to have at least three attacks point, so the idiot became proud and said: "It seems that we are going to score~!"

. . . . . .

"Idiot~! Watch out!" Coach Coboni shouted from the sidelines.

who?Who's behind?

The same is true for Busquets. With his height advantage of close to 1.9 meters, coupled with the speed of the wind and electric shock, after getting close to the mouse, he first pinched a favorable position, and then stretched out without hesitation. Go with the left foot. Under normal circumstances, Busquets' sliding tackle would have been unable to hook the ball, but his 1.9-meter-zero height coupled with a long leg saved the situation. . .

"Hey~~! It's rare for Busquets to have such a fast speed! And he even broke the ball~!" said the on-site commentator.

And the squirrel, the idiot who was still secretly complacent just now, has fallen on the grass, eating the grass that he had in his mouth.

The whistle didn't sound, which means Busquets didn't foul. After he stabilized the ball, he glanced. He wasn't looking for Harvey, nor Iniesta, nor Sanchez.

At the moment, his goal of giving the ball is just a little flea. . .

(End of this chapter)