super right hand

"Fuck, what's the situation, it won't be scrapped down below."

There were many fans on the sidelines who were causing trouble. They looked at Wang Tao, who was clutching his crotch, and was rushed out of the stadium by the doctor. He rubbed his little brother lovingly. Football is really a dangerous sport. He became the last eunuch in China directly, which is really daunting.

"Do you want to continue the competition?"

The players in the sixth class watched Wang Tao leave in embarrassment, and their hearts were shaken. Now that the boss is self-defeating, it seems that there is no need to continue the game, and they should retreat early!

"Wang Tao is always so kind to you, are you going to end like this?" Xue Ming was also very unwilling, and immediately encouraged the sixth class with bruised noses and swollen faces: "We must avenge Wang Tao."

"Revenge because of you?" The player curled his lips dismissively at Xue Ming, and said sarcastically: "It's still worth it, it's just a waste, and the old lady with the basket on the street can't walk as fast with the ball." , won’t it be fake?”

A cold light flashed in Xue Ming's eyes, but he endured it. Now there are only seven disabled people left on the court. If people continue to pass away, according to the regulations, there is no way to continue the game. He doesn't have to. Working for Wang Tao, but being insulted by Jiang Hao in the hospital, he couldn't let it go, he had to pay back with blood.

"Leave if you want!" Xue Ming waved his hands indifferently, and said to himself, "I hope Wang Tao won't hear about you running away, otherwise..."

The players glanced at each other, their faces changed. They knew Wang Tao's character very well, and nothing he hated more than betrayal. If he heard about retreating without a fight, I'm afraid it would be really difficult to explain. He gritted his teeth and decided to continue to stand up Going down, he snorted and shouted in distress: "Let's continue the game."

Xue Ming cast a disgusted look at the players who gave in, and he didn't bother to talk to the players in class six.

"Continue to substitute and serve."

The referee took a dissatisfied look at the talkative Xue Ming, and urged him quickly. He thought it was about to end, but he continued to expose himself to the sun. What a fucking disaster!

"I come."

Xue Ming immediately walked to the penalty spot, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth. For someone like him who has practiced tens of thousands of shots and is proficient in various shooting skills, scoring the goal is easy and effortless.

No goalie in the city can stop me. It's no wonder a high school kid can stop me.

Xue Ming retreated two steps back, sensed the wind force around him cautiously, and when he didn't notice the wind blowing, he relaxed and kicked the football vigorously. He was confident that as long as the ball was kicked, there would be no goalkeeper at all. Stop, this is self-confidence as a football player.

Whoosh!

The football was vigorously provoked and rushed towards the goal!

The fans on the sidelines were all holding their breaths nervously. Whether the ball could go in or not was related to the winner of the championship. If it really went in, Class Six would have a chance to stand up.

"I want to go in, I really think too much."

Jiang Hao manipulated the airflow covering the surface of the football, and lifted it up abruptly!

"It's time to score!"

Seeing that the ball flew to the corner of the goal as he expected, Xue Ming immediately showed a look of satisfaction. He practiced this kind of penalty for countless times.

Whoosh!

The moment the football was about to enter the net, the football was unexpectedly raised a little higher, and it flew out of the field by rubbing against the goal frame!

"How could this be?"

Xue Ming looked at the football shot out of bounds in disbelief, feeling a bit at a loss, unable to accept the fact in front of him, it was obvious that the football was going down, and it was about to break through the goal without any hindrance, how could it run upwards without any accidents? Doesn't conform to Newton's principle of gravity downward?

But no matter how Xue Ming scratched his head, he would never have imagined that the football was forcibly pushed up by Jiang Hao with airflow.

"cut."

The players in class six were full of excitement. When they saw the football flying out of the boundary, their expressions immediately darkened. They were really disappointed with Xue Ming's shooting skills. Such a simple penalty shot went wide. Well, it won't be fake.

"I ask to do it again." Xue Ming gritted his teeth unwillingly and protested to the referee. He couldn't accept the mistake. This was an insult to him. He had to restore his lost dignity.

"ill?"

The referee didn't buy Xue Ming's account at all, and looked at the emotional Xue Ming like a fool. It was really shameless to make such a request. This is a competition. A nonsensical verdict.

"That's a good request." Jiang Hao glanced at the red-eyed Xue Ming with deep meaning, and decided to trample Xue Ming's so-called dignity under his feet, and then trampled on him fiercely, so that he could experience what it means to be despair!

"You see, he agreed." Xue Ming's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked the referee to give him a chance to prove it. He didn't allow such an ambiguous defeat, even if he died, he would die to understand.

"We can let him take a penalty, and then we can also take a penalty. This is not fair." Seeing that the referee was about to get angry, Jiang Hao immediately suggested that he didn't take the referee seriously at all.

"it is good."

The referee bit the bullet, nodded depressedly, and agreed to this unreasonable request. This kind of football play can only appear when the scores of the two sides are the same, but they dare not ignore Jiang Hao's intentions. After all, Jiang Hao can grasp What about the evidence that he colluded with the players?

"Everyone, people in Class [-] have always said that the referees favored Class [-] and indulged us on purpose! Many people must think so." Jiang Hao scanned the crowds of people on the opening stage of the stadium, and continued: "To prove The referee's innocence, we decided to let the sixth class take two penalty kicks, and we only need one penalty kick."

The referee was surprised when he heard Jiang Hao's words. He didn't expect Jiang Hao to do this, and immediately acquiesced in what he did. Jiang Hao's doing so was considered a chance for Class Six, and Wang Tao would not blame himself at that time On the contrary, it can be said that the final penalty was won by myself.

"it is good."

The people in Class [-] responded nonchalantly and supported Jiang Hao unconditionally. Considering the rubbish level of shots from Class [-], it's hard to say whether they can find the goal.

"Come on, Class Six."

What Jiang Hao did was beyond the imagination of the sixth class. The sixth class, who had been depressed to a low point, immediately rekindled the hope of victory and loudly cheered for the people on the field, hoping to be able to rely on this Second chance to come back.

"I come."

Xue Ming immediately placed the football on the penalty spot, his eyes were fixed on the goal, and his chest was burning with rage. He needed to prove his superb football skills with two goals and restore his lost self-esteem.

"Don't miss it again."

The players in class [-] remembered Xue Ming's shot that went out of bounds just now, and immediately advised them indifferently, they had always believed in Xue Ming's strength, but Xue Ming's real performance made them lose the courage to continue to believe.

Xue Ming was not angry, words could not prove everything, only actions could prove his value, his restless heart was quickly adjusted back to calm, the world stopped, only football and goals remained!

Whoosh!

The football was ejected like a cannonball, roaring and rushing towards the goal, and once again focused everyone's attention on it!

"Going in."

Xue Ming squinted, the flesh on his face trembled excitedly, the football was getting closer and closer to the goal, but the goalkeeper misjudged the direction of the football and rushed in the opposite direction, the entire huge goal was proudly open , waiting for the patronage of football.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and their eyes were focused on the football that was about to enter the goal. The people in class six even started to think about how to celebrate the goal.

bump!

When the whistling football entered the goal, it seemed as if its flying strength was drained instantly. It shook a few times in the air, and then fell straight down from the air, rolled forward a few times, and stopped automatically.

"how is this possible."

Xue Ming's body shook, and he stared dumbfounded at the football which was only a dozen centimeters away from the white line of the goal. He was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. How could it be so short? Why did it happen?

The players in the sixth class looked at the football in front of the goal regretfully, there was only a dozen centimeters difference, but these ten centimeters seemed to be separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, making people feel a kind of confusion that could not see the end. Xue Ming, who was insane and kept talking to himself, was nothing more than that, and satirized dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you eat?"

"Why is it so rubbish, who took the penalty? You should go home and eat some milk to boost your strength!"

"The last time the penalty was missed, this time it was simply not strong enough, wasting a good opportunity, and my feet are too smelly."

The people in Class [-] beside the stadium began to discuss dissatisfiedly, and greeted Xue Ming's family, young and old, with vicious words, and their eyes were full of disappointment and disgust.

"I..." Xue Ming wanted to continue to take penalties, but was unanimously despised and opposed by all the players in the sixth class. He sighed dejectedly, and his mood was extremely low. Even he began to doubt his own ability.

Bang!

The penalty shooter elected by the players, with a quick run-up, suddenly kicked out the football. The goal that was pinned on the last hope brought despair to everyone. The football was simply one meter away from the net without any accidents. The place flew out of the bounds of the ball.

"Failed!"

The members of class [-] sighed in frustration, with despair and helplessness in their eyes, they thought they could easily win the whole game, but in the end they fell into this kind of fate, they all lowered their heads decadently, facing the sixth class with no face. Classmates.

"It's our turn to shoot."

Jiang Hao came to the goal and put the football on the penalty spot. Taking a few deep breaths in a comfortable mood, he swept towards the downcast players in class six, and said cheerfully, "Who will be the goalkeeper?"

"I'm going to be the goalkeeper."

Xue Ming volunteered to run in front of the goal, put on gloves, bent his legs, and focused on taking defensive actions. Although he couldn't save anything, he couldn't see how proud Jiang Hao was. He wanted to block it with his body. The goal this time proved his worth.

None of the members of the sixth class stopped the gloomy-faced Xue Ming. Now that the game is over, even if they can block the goal, so what?