Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 5 Let's make up the number of people
As soon as I entered the school gate, I saw colorful flags waving around, and there was a huge red background and yellow characters on the top of the gate: Warmly celebrate the grand opening of the 35th "Sanlian Cup" of Baita Middle School!

Yes, quite solemnly.Could it be that he knew that this banner wouldn't cost much, and it would improve his image in the minds of the students, He Ping would definitely be happy about it.

But his gaze was not on the banner, but on the school's landmark building: a stone sculpture of a student with glasses reading a book.

There is nothing wrong with the stone sculpture itself, but it is a pity that there is a football placed under the student's feet.The original implication is the all-round development of "moral, intellectual, and physical", but what is more likely to attract people's associations is "reading has a ball".

Every time I see this stone sculpture, I always feel the urge to laugh, and this time is no exception.

"It seems that the principal who built this stone sculpture at that time was called a lot of idiots behind his back."

Could it be that he has a lot of opinions on the principal.Because it is rumored that this may be the last "Triple Cup".The school's opposition could no longer suppress He Ping's suggestion. After all, taking the cultural route and improving students' quality (that is, their scores) was the general trend.

"I screw you up, what did you do?" Wang Hao almost collapsed.The competition is about to start, who knows that Qing Guo in the class suddenly has a stomachache, and has already run to the toilet several times!
"Aren't you pretending to be sick, kid? You can think of such a bad excuse! I don't think you're short and short, and you're going to let your buddy lose the chain at a critical moment?" Wang Hao stared at Qingguo with wide eyes, wishing he could Stripped him alive.There's no way around it. It's hard to gather 11 boys, and one player is lost before the game starts. How can they play!At this time, there is not even a thin "Crooked Melon Split Date", so do you really want to find a girl to stand up to it?He's not that stupid yet.

"Actually, I said yesterday that I'm not good at playing football. You insisted on arresting me." Qing Guo replied weakly, "No, I have to go to the 'World Cup' (WC) again."

"It's over, it's over, it's over before it starts, isn't there an idiom called stillborn!" Wang Hao was speechless.

"Captain, what should we do now?" A student around asked.

"How do I know!" Wang Hao said angrily, and asked the sky speechlessly, "God, if there is a God, please give me a man!"

Turning around, I saw a familiar figure running towards the football field, with ecstasy on my face, and tears streaming down my face: So there really is a God!

"Brother Fei, hurry up and make up the number of people to make soy sauce!"

Looking at the temporarily changed jersey and the gloves on his hands, could it be that he was completely speechless: I just wanted to watch the game at school and cheer for everyone, but who knew I was arrested.Well, let’s be a strong man. Anyway, I’m not very resistant to playing football anymore. I always love football, but who knows...

"Brother Fei, I know you don't want to play, brother, isn't there nothing you can do? Here, you just stand in front of the goal and look at it as a pose, and you'll be cool. If necessary, wave your hand as if to slap a fly." .

"I……"

"Don't say anything, I understand. It's interesting, buddy."

stunned.Could it be that his face was full of love and he was dumbfounded.Although I knew that this buddy was a bit of a three-eighth, I still couldn't stand it.What I clearly wanted to express was that I was willing to play, but before the words reached my mouth, I was blocked by the other party's words.He wanted to say something again, but Wang Hao also bounced and ran to the side to greet other students to come on stage quickly.

Could it be that he could only stand helplessly in front of his own goal with a wry smile.Although I have never played this position, fortunately I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. I did not practice with goalkeepers in the training school, but I still know some essentials, such as why the center of gravity should be low, how to choose a position, and what to do. save.

The "Triple Cup" is a single-match elimination system. The 10 classes of the entire grade draw lots to fight against each other. If they lose a game, they will be eliminated directly, and the winner will enter the next round.Each game is one hour with a 2-minute break in between.This competition system seems fair, but it is not.Mo Fei's class 4 was actually very unlucky, and the opponent who was drawn was the science class 2.As we all know, liberal arts classes have always been full of yin and yang, while science classes have a joking name of "monk class", so the ratio of male to female students is naturally obvious.What is even more unfortunate is that the opponent is a strong sports class with a lot of talents, not to mention that there are many track and field team members who are good at speed, and there are even a few school football team members.Although most of them are fringe characters who are mixed substitutes, at least it is not too easy to crush the "ants" like Class [-] who have worked so hard to get the number of players on the field.What is even more frustrating is that the man of the school team, Yang Jie, who is also the captain of the school team, is also on the list.

There are so many unfair things in the world, if you don't even have the courage to try, then what is the meaning of life.Besides, could it be that he is an idiot who wants to admit defeat before the start!If you lose, you have to stand and lose.

The game starts soon.

Sure enough, Class 4 launched an offensive as soon as the game opened.Yang Jie who got the ball directly dribbled the ball towards the opponent's half, as if he was in no one's land. The two players on his side rushed forward in a panic, but they didn't want to be directly caught by Yang Jie, who used his speed to eat him raw.Then another teammate pushed forward, but was shaken away by a simple feint.

Could it be that he shook his head, he was indeed an elite of the school team, with concise and practical skills, not at all flashy like ordinary amateur players.In the eyes of the opponent, this paper defense may be scum!

The same is true.Faced with such a fragile line of defense, Yang Jie's expression of disdain was beyond words, and he dared to go deep into the enemy's line alone.Another defensive player passed by, and he had already rushed to the 30-meter area of ​​the opponent's half, and it was a powerful long-range shot.Then stop and watch the football fly towards the opponent's goal like a fired shell.A confident smile appeared on his face.

Yang Jie's self-confidence has its source.As a proofreading member, excellent technology is the foundation of his foothold, and what he is most proud of is his long shot.The proofreading coach once said that although the angle is still lacking, but with this strength, it can be compared to ordinary professional players.

The surrounding teammates also opened their eyes wide, looking at this long shot with panic on their faces. Presumably they have also heard that Yang Jie's long shot is extremely powerful, and this shot is indeed calm and fierce.But now the gatekeeper is an amateur who has been driven to the shelves.Although I am not very professional, I am better than that guy anyway.Many people closed their eyes nervously, not daring to look any further.

Mo Fei, who had been paying attention to Yang Jie's movements, had already calmed down at this moment, watching his every move intently.The opponent reacted the moment he raised his foot to shoot.Push your feet to the inside, throw your body sideways, and spread your arms as far as possible, in order to reach your longest arm span.

The muffled sound of the football hitting the glove was so loud that even the fans in the stands could hear it, which proved the strength of this kick.

(End of this chapter)