genius creator

Chapter 25
Haicheng Stadium has been baptized by several battles, and now it is ushering in another focus battle, Rongcheng VS Tianlong, Rongcheng is one of the most eye-catching dark horses this year, the appearance of Ling Feng has given Rongcheng College a new look, from the beginning Up to now, the outstanding performance has won the title of rookie king in one fell swoop. It can be said that the strength is excellent. However, there is an ordinary-looking but amazingly powerful Yang Luo in the team. The appearance of these two people can be said to whet everyone's appetite. Zhiyuan's abstention in the last game made Rongcheng miss one game, so this game can be regarded as Rongcheng's first show.

As the opponent, Tianlong High School, has the captain Nie Long who has saved 132 goals without conceding a goal. Everyone is full of expectations for whether this record can be maintained in the next game.

"Squeak" With a whistle, the battle for focus began.

"Who is the number 10 in the white jersey, and the number 7, keep an eye on me," Nie Long shouted loudly standing in the goal at the start of the game, with a serious look and an overview of the overall situation, he fully shouldered the responsibility. Duties of the field captain.

Ling Feng and Li Rong were still the main forwards in this game. They were guarded tightly by the opponent from the very beginning, and an unprecedented pressure emerged spontaneously.

"Hey, as expected of the provincial league, the defense is so strict." Li Rong ran back and forth a few steps, but still couldn't get rid of the opponent's defense, he couldn't help saying.

The corner of Ling Feng's mouth drew an arc. The more the opponent is like this, the more his inner fighting spirit will be aroused. His goal is not to stop here. He has not paid attention to the small provincial league.

"Attack." The Tianlong team took the lead in attacking, and the opponent played a 4-3-3 lineup, with 3 forwards in front, which put a lot of pressure on Rongcheng's defense.

"Everyone play steadily, play rhythm, play offense, go up." Chang Yang, as the captain on the field, is also very experienced, and he stabilized everyone's emotions in a full state in time, and rushed up first after speaking.

Chang Yang's fight was very fierce, and he could not lose in this game, especially to completely destroy Nie Long's undefeated myth.

The opposing midfielder dribbled the ball, and with a sound of "shua", Chang Yang made a sliding tackle, and the opponent passed the ball unhurriedly, and organized an attack rhythmically.

The offense of Tianlong High School was very rhythmic, and the cooperation of the three midfielders was also very good. With a few passes back and forth, the ball bypassed the midfielder of the Rongcheng team. Rongcheng's defense was also very solid, implementing a pair of Once defended, Tianlong couldn't make a threatening pass for a while.

Mr. Li folded his hands on his chest off the court and observed the game carefully. So far, he is very satisfied with the performance of the players, because the rhythm on the court is always under his control.

"Here." Several passes failed, a striker ran over to ask for the ball, the midfielder of the Tianlong team made a pass, and after the striker received the ball, the other two players in the midfield quickly started to cover in two lanes, two lanes Still taking the middle road as the attack point, and cooperating with each other, the three of them charge like an armored chariot, breaking through all defenses.

The Tianlong team is mainly attacking, the rhythm is quite good, and the tacit understanding of the players is much more skilled. Faced with this effective attack, Rongcheng's midfielders kept retreating, but the few players who rushed forward were directly passed by. .

Seeing rushing to the back line, several of Rong Cheng's defenders gritted their teeth and waited for it.

"Well, it's quite sharp, come and try my kick." Chen Long couldn't bear his temper, gritted his teeth and rushed forward. His huge physique made Chen Long's fight very oppressive, and the opponent looked up. Look, the ball was picked up directly, and the two forwards who were ambushing in the frontcourt reacted quickly. One of them came over and stopped in the chest, and kicked again, and the ball flew to the forward's feet in the penalty area.

Chen Long could only watch helplessly as the ball flew over his head, and the ball came out with a "swoosh". The forward who was ambushing in the penalty area suddenly showed a hint of joy on his face, and he raised his foot to shoot. Unexpectedly, Liu Long suddenly rushed over. Headed the ball out with one head, which resolved the first attack of the Tianlong team.

Seeing the ball going out of bounds, Chen Long finally breathed a sigh of relief. Liu Long came over and touched his head, and said with a smile, "You still have me, don't forget that we are a steel defense."

Chen Long nodded, feeling that something was wrong no matter what he heard, so he asked, "What do you mean I can't do it, and you can't do it."

In the opening 15 minutes, Tianlong High School completed several attacks. However, this game was originally thought to be an easy victory, but today Rongcheng's defense is impenetrable, especially the four defenders complement each other, destroying the Tianlong team's many threats. The offense caused the offensive players a headache.

"Haha, today's defense was very successful, Mr. Li is all thanks to you." Off the field, Nana who was watching the game also shouted excitedly.

Teacher Li's expression never left a trace. In this game, Tianlong must have studied himself. The current problem with Rongcheng is not that the front is unfavorable, but that the defense is not stable, so he will increase the attack on the defense, but these few days After one game, the two defensive lines Chen Long and Liu Long cooperated more and more tacitly, which also greatly stabilized Rongcheng's defensive line. This is something he didn't expect before, and maybe Tianlong didn't expect it, Tianlong Although the team's offensive rhythm is very good, there is no player like Ling Feng who can score goals, so as long as the defense is good, the highlight of this game still depends on Ling Feng.

Li Rong's speed has always been Rong Cheng's great advantage. Chang Yang's pass is very precise. Take the ball quickly and sway past the defender in a few strokes.

These few shakes can be described as lightning and flint, the movements are nimble and fast, and even many spectators in the stands exclaimed.

"White 10 is not easy, these extraordinary movements are too quick."

"That's right. Number 10 is usually the core of the team. Let's see, maybe he can score goals." Many people in the stands began to pay attention to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng passed a player and quickly dribbled the ball to attack. In front of him, several defensive players were watching, but they were not in a hurry to fight. Only Li Rong and Chang Yang who followed behind Rong Cheng participated in the attack, so Ling Feng had few support points. Unfortunately, he can only rely on his personal skills.

"Hey" Suddenly, a sharp voice came from behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, Ling Feng saw that it was the player who had just been swung by him. He flew over with a kick. Ling Feng frowned, and protected the ball with his body. After a flick, the opponent's kick fell to the ground, and he continued to fight unwillingly. Ling Feng immediately leaned on the opponent with his body, excellent physical confrontation, even Zhao Hu had no way to do it, and Ling Feng didn't even notice the others.

Ling Feng's work was very good, and he almost scolded the other party.

"Damn, damn it." The player failed to snatch the ball a few times, which made the player feel impatient. He grabbed Ling Feng's clothes and squeezed over. "Zhi" was about to touch the ball, but the whistle sounded up.

"What's the situation." The team member shouted in surprise.

"Defensive foul," the referee said, pointing to Ling Feng who was lying on the ground.

The team member froze for a moment, why did he lie down when he was standing just now.

Chang Yang smiled slightly and ran over in a hurry. After negotiation, Ling Feng took the kick for the set kick 20 meters away from the goal.

"This guy..." In front of the goal, Nie Long said disdainfully. Ling Feng is a very experienced player. Nie Long has already seen this, but is Ling Feng too anxious to score from such a distance? , it's just a dream.

The ball was kicked by Ling Feng and flew towards the dead corner of the goal. The defenders jumped up desperately to fight for the ball, but Li Rong quickly jumped in and pushed the ball in the opposite direction. The defenders could only watch helplessly. Fly the ball into the net.

"Captain," several team members shouted in shock.

The ball was about to fly into the net, and Li Rong's excited expression was about to bloom, but it froze in the next second.

Nie Long attacked quickly and sent the ball flying with one punch.

"Hmph, if you want to score with this kind of ball, just dream." Nie Long landed on the ground steadily, his face full of disdain.

"Damn it." Li Rong cursed secretly, hating Nie Long to the extreme.

In this way, none of the attacks from you to me knocked on the opponent's door, and the first half of the game passed quickly.

The contest between the two sides in the second half followed closely.

Li Rong's outstanding scramble was discovered by the opponent, and he took care of him in time. Ling Feng, who was alone and helpless in front of him, could only rely on his own skills to keep passing and shoot, but Nie Long confiscated all his shots.

"Hmph, this kind of soft shot can only increase the number of my catches," Nie Long said after knocking Ling Feng away with a punch.

Ling Feng wiped off the sweat from his face, and sparks of anger burst out from his eyes.

"Damn it, how can we break the goal?" Ling Feng supported his knees with both hands, and his body was seriously bent. Obviously, more than a dozen times of fighting and shooting had exhausted his physical strength. It is still 0:0. If the game continues like this, it will definitely In a penalty shootout, Nie Long's advantage will be fully revealed at that time, and on his own side... Thinking of the result, Ling Feng can only shake his head, and can only place his hope on the other person.

In the stands, many people are also irritable and tasteless. Both sides come and go, but they just don't score. This kind of game is really boring.

"White No. 10 is almost out of energy, I guess Rong Cheng is about to lose his strength."

"Hey, Rongcheng's offense is too simple. Apart from speed, the No. 7 is far behind in technology. He is defended by people and has no chance. He can only rely on No. 10, but 10 is enough to fight, but he can face Nie. Long, he has nothing to do, unfortunately, Rongcheng probably won't be able to defend himself."

"I don't think so." In the stands, a group of players wearing green jerseys sat there. They were wearing uniforms with the words Haicheng printed on their chests. They were the provincial capital team, Haicheng High School.

"Rongcheng still has a card." In the middle of the team, a man with a square face said.

"Coach, what do you mean?" the player next to him asked tentatively.

The man turned his head to Rong Cheng's bench, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face: "It's finally time to play, Yang Luo."

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