My Football Super Training Ground

Lin Lei was already 0:5 when he came on the field, there were only 20 minutes left in the game, and it took 4 minutes to score a goal to tie up, and it took three and a half minutes to score a goal to overcome.

In football, this is theoretically impossible, but that refers to teams of the same level.

These basic dozen guys according to the system classification attribute are also an obstacle level for Lin Lei.

Take the ball and score.

This kind of competition can’t be won, is it worthy of Sun Niangniang and Fan Daji’s careful teaching?

After a second-shift foul, Lin Lei came on.

The process of substitution is very simple, with Lin Lei’s ‘prestige’ in the class, he will replace whomever he wants, and the other party has no right to refute it.

He replaced the team’s midfielder.

One is in the opposite position with Wang Yang of the eighth class.

In this kind of abuse, Lin Lei’s mind is on how to score goals to make Wang Yang more humiliated.

The game resumed, the eighth class kicked off, and the football quickly passed to Wang Yang’s feet.

Wang Yang looked at Lin Lei with slanted eyes, his eyes full of defiance.

Others are afraid of Lin Lei, but he is not afraid.

In terms of family situation, he is stronger than Zhang Yiyang, in fact, Zhang Yiyang is still Wang Yang’s follower to a certain extent.

His dad is the third in command in the city.

In terms of being able to fight, he Wang Yang is an authentic sanda seven-dan, but the golden eagle mark is embroidered on the sanda uniform, and he threw all the holidays in the sanda school, and he didn’t think anyone in this school could beat him at all.

Lin Lei, just bully ordinary people.

As for the game?

What is that thing?

Wang Yang felt that he also disdained to participate in any football league, and only the test of God to be the leader of the People’s Congress was king.

Otherwise, at the level of those athletes in the national football team who run for 20 minutes, he is better than them in a little practice.

Although he knows that Lin Lei played professional football before, but the national football team is Wang Yang who ‘I can also do it’, how can he put Lin Lei who plays in A and B in his eyes.

What’s more, he is still a person who has not touched the ball for more than a year after retiring, where can this level be high?

Even if he is more powerful than himself, but the eighth class is already five balls ahead of the second class, if Lin Lei can turn the sky in twenty minutes, he Wang Yang will learn how to bark.

This ball game is a good opportunity for the younger brother Zhang Yiyang to come out.

If his father hadn’t been telling him not to take the initiative to cause trouble, he would have gathered a group of people in Zhongzhong to bring Zhang Yiyang’s field back.

He Wang Yangtian is not afraid, he is afraid of his father’s trouser belt.

That thing smokes on the body, it really hurts!

Wang Yang has calculated well, he must do something on the court, design Lin Lei to hit people first, and then he is ‘reasonable’ to counterattack.

As long as Lin Lei took care of the loss, he Wang Yang had a hundred means to make Lin Lei unable to mix in the school.

Anyway, he didn’t pick things up first, and his dad couldn’t say anything about him.

This is from the suppression of intelligence!

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful his heart became, and he seemed to have seen Lin Lei kneeling and begging for mercy.

Wang Yang stepped on the football and said to Lin Lei with a smelly fart and arrogance: “Hey, isn’t this Lin Cripple from the second class?” You’re awesome? Even my brother dares to fight!

“I heard you played in the First B before? So awesome, come and grab Lao Tzu’s ball. ”

Wang Yang has already decided that as long as Lin Lei dares to come to the strong ball, he Wang Yang dares to kick Lin Lei’s legs.

Foul in the game, this is not called trouble!

Looking at Wang Yang’s particularly beaten face, Lin Lei pressed his fist, and his joints rattled by him.

He especially wanted to smash his fist directly now, but Wang Yayun said that only winning this match was the best way to comfort Li Qianqian.

For Wang Yayun’s IQ, Lin Lei is still convinced.

But if you want to win the match, the premise is that the match can end normally, if this punch goes down, the match will inevitably be terminated, what else to talk about winning?

It is best to play Wang Yang after overtaking the score, let him do it first, and then naturally beat him up to Li Qianqian.

Or, after the score is reversed, control the ball in Wang Yang’s stupid ~ force the front to pedal a bicycle to play?

Shake him seven times eight times, which forced either a move or a foul.

As long as he dares to foul, Lao Tzu will dare to fight!

Perfect plan.

The two men with their own thoughts smiled.

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