England 1986

Chapter 324 The last section of Zhonghe East, the next section of Zhonghexi
After hitting the opponent's arm with a swollen club, Allen bent down and hooked the club with his left hand. The ball jumped forward a few times nimbly. Controlling the reins with his right hand, Xiao Huang nimbly jumped twice. Turning around like a drift, taking advantage of the moment when Xiao Huang just turned around and paused, Allen threw off his arms and passed the ball to the frontcourt with all his strength. One opponent's Xiaocai forced him to follow Boss Cha to defend in a symbolic manner.

But for a level 6 player, let alone defending him alone, even if two people defend him together, they may not be able to defend him, unless it is a trick like Allen's sloppy tricks.

But do they dare?
After the first quarter, the score between the two sides was 3:0, which is a very exaggerated score.

The score in a polo game is not like basketball where you come and go. After a game is played, the two sides show their skills and confront each other. Area is large, too.

After a game of six quarters, as long as the difference in strength is not too great, the two sides can produce five or six goals in total, which is not bad.

Just finished one quarter, and they made three. It is conceivable that Boss Cha's team is not too strong, but too rambunctious.
Injured two opposing players in one quarter.

At the beginning of the second quarter, Alan didn't change horses, and Xiao Huang was still excited.

At the beginning of the game, after the "warm-up" of the previous game, Allen became more courageous and more proficient in his techniques.

In a normal polo game, when hitting the ball with the cue in hand, the right hand hangs down. When swinging the club, from back to front and from bottom to top, the ball is hit forward by inertia.

This kind of hitting technique can ensure accuracy and save effort.

But Allen was different, he raised his arm and swung it from top to bottom.

The scene seemed to be open and closed, making some spectators on the sidelines who had never watched a polo game before feel that this nobleman from Great Britain was very heroic and looked very aggressive when he was on the court.

No matter what kind of sport, as long as the confrontation is intense, it looks good.

Allen laughed and chased after the Indian player who was holding the ball.

The polo horse brought by Boss Zha this time is expensive and fast, especially when accelerating in a straight line, the gap between the two sides can be seen the most. Sometimes the difference between the two sides is four or five, or even more, in just a few seconds. One acceleration can catch up with the opponent.

Two knights rode horses that seemed to fly across the lawn.

This most primitive pursuit scene looks exciting.

Allen chased very hard. He didn't go towards the ball, but mainly focused on the players.

As long as you get close, you can swing your arms and hit it with a club. It doesn’t matter whether you can hit the ball or not. You hit the players first. The horses are professionally trained and are not afraid of pain, but there are no people. If you get hit suddenly, you can change anyone. pain.

"Hahaha, don't fucking run away! Give me a stick."

Alan had a lot of fun beating. Although he was a little out of breath, it felt really cool. You can run casually, but as long as I catch up with you, I will give you a club and ask you if it hurts!
When the Indians replaced the third player, they were already a little scared. They adjusted their tactics, and Allen was listed as a key defensive object.

Don't you like hitting people?
Then let's pass the ball more, and if there is no ball, you can't hit me for no reason, right?
The idea is very good. When the Indians suddenly changed their tactics, Allen was still a little uncomfortable.

Often, the opponent passes the ball before he catches up with the person. He can only control the horse to turn and defend, but this scene is still happening. Every time he is about to catch up with the person, the opponent passes the ball. Walk.

Two or three Indian players on the field cooperated with each other to pass the ball, walking Allen like a monkey.

Seeing that this tactic seems to be effective, several Indians carefully maintained the passing tactic.

Boss Cha watched Alan being teased by two or three players in the frontcourt, and gestured to the remaining two on their side, signaling them not to help. Anyway, this quarter is coming to an end, let this kid eat Eat suffocation.

"You didn't play polo very much before, and you didn't like to go to parties, do you know now? This is a team sport, you have to cooperate, don't follow your own temper, don't be too reckless, and talk about tactics."

During the break in the second quarter, Boss Cha called Allen to him, slowly and kindly seduced him, and told him some so-called truths.

Allen curled his lips, so he didn't want to go?

He is not good at equestrian skills, so he used to play polo with a group of equestrian masters. Isn't this just like being abused?

That is to say, today he uses his left hand, Indians dare not speak out, but in Daying, when people saw that he was left-handed, they would not take him to play.

If he dared to apply today's style to the aristocratic gathering polo game in Great Britain, this thing would be nothing but offending people. If the effort is not good, it can only offend people. Kind of party.

With this kind of time, finding a beautiful woman and making a movie is not more fun than playing polo?

Seeing that Alan didn't take his words to heart, Boss Zha smiled cheerfully, and not many said that he was going to continue to ignore Alan when the third quarter came, and let him suffer a little bit more. More, he will understand.

Xiao Huang was reluctantly led down again, and before leaving, she turned her head three times, as if reminding Allen not to forget about the mare after returning.

The horse trainer brought Alan another pure white polo horse.

Allen was very impressed with this horse, it was a mare!
Yesterday he went to see the horses. All the other horses can say good things and bribe them with something delicious. This little mare is very proud. She doesn't care about ordinary things, but she only likes bathing and tickling. .

Seeing this little mare, Allen took the reins, held the horse's head with both hands and rubbed its ears, saying: "Xiaobai, you know, I like you the most, and you will have a good run later, don't be afraid, After we go back, I'll find some masseuses for you and ask them to bathe you together, see if it's okay."

"Hum!"

The filly shook her head slightly, looking disdainful.

"Hold!"

Before going on stage, how dare this little mare show her face?

Alan hugged the huge horse's head, looked at Xiaobai's eyes and said, "If you don't work hard later, I will buy you, and I will never let anyone bathe you again. You will be dirty every day from now on. Dirty!"

"Whoosh!"

When the little mare heard this, she was a little unhappy, her big head struggled back, and she didn't want Alan to ride her anymore.

"I do what I say!"

"Oh shit."

Just after finishing speaking, the little white horse slammed its head into Allen's chest lightly, then raised the horse's head and tilted its head to look at him.

"Hmph, don't eat and drink fine for toasting."

Allen pressed the saddle, stepped on the stirrup with his left foot, and turned on the horse gracefully. After sitting firmly, he stroked Xiaobai's mane.

At the beginning of the third quarter, the Indians repeated their old tricks, and instead of focusing on offense, they just played passing. Although there are three quarters left, as long as Allen is still on the court, they will not be able to play well. The restriction is dead, and then look for other opportunities.

Watching the Indian players play this trick again, Allen had just been swayed by the little white horse, but now seeing this scene is a bit over the top, and now the new and old hatreds add up, which makes him a little annoyed.

Looking at the few Indians who were far away from him in the distance, Allen squinted his eyes, tightened the reins with his right hand, and twisted Xiaobai's ear severely with his left hand.

This time there was no need for Alan to command, Xiaobai's ears hurt, and he rushed forward in a straight line regardless of his care. It didn't dare to throw Alan off, so it could only run wildly.

Allen chased after the Indian player who was still in possession of the ball. It looked like the second half of the last quarter. When he was in front of him, he hit the ball hard to the right and passed it out.

"Grass!"

Allen didn't slow down, and sprinted forward with his horse. Under the disbelieving eyes of the Indians, he ran straight into the horizontal horse in front of him.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the little white horse bumped into the belly of the opponent's horse.

In this position, no matter how trained a horse is, it can't stand it anymore. One of them didn't stand firm, and even the horse and man were knocked down.

The little white horse didn't feel well either. After the collision, he shook his head and seemed a little dizzy.

Allen controlled the rein with his right hand, walked in a small circle, waited for the little white horse to recover, and then chased after another Indian player who had received the ball.

I couldn't grab the ball and knocked you all down. Let's see if I can grab it!

The two sides were more than 40 meters apart. Alan pinched Xiaobai's left ear. There was no major problem with this part, but the nerves were very sensitive, and it hurt very much to be pinched. Xiaobai was very angry, and his nostrils were panting heavily.

30 meters, 20 meters, ten meters, and the positions between the two sides were visible to the naked eye. The Indian watched Allen chasing him aggressively, pushing the ball with his right hand, bouncing his body a little bit, and urging the horse frantically.

But the difference in the quality of the horses between the two sides is a bit big, coupled with Xiaobai's desperate pursuit, after just three breaths, Alan is only two positions away from the opponent!

In the eyes of the Indian players, he even saw the nobleman grinning and raising his left hand high. This shot did not look like he was here to grab the ball. The ball was still on the ground. What do you want to do?
The closer the two sides got, the more the Indian players relied on their equestrian skills to slightly adjust their position and stop at the position where Allen was advancing, in an attempt to stop him.

This feeling of being about to catch up, but being blocked every time, made Allen a little frustrated.

He glanced at the polo club in his hand.

This thing is a very long soft rod, the top is ring-shaped, and a wooden peg is inserted horizontally inside.

At first glance, it looks like a sledgehammer for demolishing a house, the kind of hammer with a big hammer of [-] and a small hammer with a small hammer of [-], but the wooden prong at the top is a little thinner, and one end has a little point.

Looking at the club, Allen looked at the opponent's ass not far from him.

On the horse's buttocks, the pony's tail was twisted into a small tug, which flickered with the movement of the horse, as if mocking him.

Look at these things.

Allen lowered his arm subconsciously, from bottom to top, and slammed it hard.

The club is soft to the touch on horseback, a little bit crisp, and even a bit bouncy at first contact.

Allen subconsciously pulled the cue back and encountered a little resistance, but he pulled it down sharply again with cleverness.

The Indian looked at himself blocking Alan's path with his horse left and right, looked back slightly at the face of the earl who was close at hand, and saw his frantic look, slightly proud, British guy. But that's all!

Hey?
Seeing that the club held by Allen's left hand was lowered, and then
The Indian suddenly felt that the horse under his crotch let out a scream. He had never heard such a sound before, and then he jumped forward a lot, as if jumping up.

Then an emergency "brake" horse kicked up with its front legs, then quickly fell down, and kicked up with its hind legs.

At this time, the Indian felt that he was sitting on a super-powered rocking car, shaking back and forth with his beloved horse.

After the third shake, he couldn't hold it steady, and the person whose mind was blank was thrown away.

After he landed, the severe pain all over his body made him forget to get up, and there was a muffled sound from the helmet. Although it didn't hurt, his brain was buzzing. This time, it was definitely hit by the club!
A sinister voice came from my ear: "Run?! Are you still running?!"

Slightly raising his head, he saw that the count said a word, and then passed away in a flash. The cue in his left hand hadn't forgotten to hook the polo away from the ground.

At the beginning of the third quarter, two players were knocked down one after another. Allen's brutality exceeded the expectations of the Indians. The remaining two Indian players looked at each other, and this game was impossible to play.

But
The earl thought it was time for a pass, but instead of passing, he slammed the ball straight at one of the Indians.

"???"

The Indian watched the little white ball fly towards him, and suddenly he didn't react. Did this pass in the wrong direction, or was it wrong?

Allen looked at the Indian who was stunned there, a smirk flashed across his mouth, his legs were clamped tightly, and he urged Xiaobai to continue to speed up.

It doesn't matter whether the goal is scored or not. He is very angry now. If he passes the ball, how can he play?
so.
He passes the ball to the Indians, and then, chases them!
Looking at this nonsense scene, Boss Cha almost laughed angrily.

Speaking of team spirit, this fucking reckless way to the end, going up to overthrow two people, isn't that satisfying, pass the ball to the opponent actively, and continue chasing?
Where does this put his face? !
Seeing Allen chasing the Indian player aggressively, he passed the ball to the Indian, and the Indian had already reacted, and he refused to pick it up!

This scene is very funny, Allen is chasing behind, and the two Indian players are running in front, whoever he passes the ball to will run.

In the second half of the last quarter, the Indians passed the ball to each other to walk Allen.

Now that the positions of the two sides have changed, it has become Allen chasing two Indians and running all over the field. Boss Cha has learned a lot today if he can play polo like this!
"Damn, dare to run?!"

Allen held the club in his left hand, and the little white horse could hardly run anymore. He charged with all his strength for a few minutes, but his physical strength could no longer keep up.

But he hadn't enjoyed it yet. He watched the two Indians avoid him and couldn't catch up with him, so he hooked the polo and passed the ball to Boss Cha with his arms.

PS: I didn't update it yesterday. I have been busy with many things in the past two days. The weather is hot and I am a little irritable. I am not in the state. Please allow me to adjust and adjust.

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