Chapter 23 How can the long sky be inferior to me?
After the football rolled into the second team's goal, it got entangled in the net and could not move.
Hu Lai himself staggered a little due to the stabbing action and almost fell to the ground, but in the end he maintained his balance and struggled to run to the sideline.
This time he didn't turn around and try to greet his teammates. No one would come up to celebrate the goal with him anyway.
He was right, when he went to celebrate the goal, his teammates behind him were indeed indifferent.
They stared blankly at Hu Lai's back, their minds filled with questions.
This kid's luck is too good, isn't it?
After receiving the ball unmarked twice in a row, it was almost impossible to score such a goal...
Why didn't we show up there?!
Hu Lai's good luck made them envious, jealous, and painful.
For example, Li Zhiqun was in great pain.
After the shot missed, he sat down on the ground and pinched the muscles of his right thigh with both hands. His expression was painful and he felt that the muscles at the base of his thigh were strained.
Then he saw Hulay score twice, and his injury suddenly worsened. He was in even more pain, so painful that he could hardly breathe.
God! How could you do this?!
He was staring at Hu Lai with fire in his eyes. This was obviously my chance! You thief, you stole my goal!
He didn't care that it was actually him who didn't kick the ball first, giving Hu Lai the chance to miss the ball in front of the goal.
He just felt like there was a fire in his chest that was about to explode.
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Regarding Hulay's second goal, the reaction from the stands was still lukewarm. When he ran to the corner flag area to celebrate, there was no big cheer.
There was more discussion about Hu Lai stepping on dog shit twice in a row.
“What a blessing!”
This was what Song Jiajia heard the most in the stands.
But now Song Jiajia no longer thinks so. He shook his head in disbelief and said to himself: "I didn't expect that kid to really have the talent to play football..."
Li Qingqing smiled beside him.
One goal can mean good luck, but what about two identical goals?
If this was pure luck, Hu Lai shouldn't have come to play football, he should have bought lottery tickets, and he would have reached the peak of his life long ago.
This is his talent, his ability.
She recalled that when she first met Hu Lai in that secret base, Hu Lai said to her: "Actually, I am a point-grabbing forward, and grabbing points and shooting is what I am best at."
At that time, she thought Hu Lai was making excuses because he couldn't get past her. Of course, Hu Lai must also be making excuses at that time.
But I got caught in his nonsense, he is really a point-grabbing forward!
Thinking of this, she glanced at her father.
She didn't know if her father had also noticed something different about Hu Lai. She hoped that his father would notice it. Maybe... maybe it would be possible to recruit him into the team as an exception?
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Li Ziqiang stood on the sidelines, and his eyes fell on the figure who was celebrating the goal alone.
He's already scored two goals, but if he still doesn't notice, his job as a coach will be in vain.
He looked down at the book in his hand and connected the person's number and name.
Hu Lai.
Someone who was given zero points for his positional offensive and defensive duties.
In fact, when Hu Lai scored the first goal, Li Ziqiang really thought that Hu Lai was just lucky. Except for people like Li Qingqing who were devoted to Hu Lai and had been observing Hu Lai, he thought that Hu Lai scored because of his luck.
Good luck is a normal reaction for normal people.
But after scoring goals in the same way twice in a row, it's hard to say that they just relied on luck to score goals.
It is understandable for ordinary fans to say this while watching the excitement, but as a professional football coach, if he says this too, it would really insult his professionalism.
Li Ziqiang doesn't think Hu Lai scored twice because of two bad lucks.
The space he was in for those two goals was huge, but why was he the only one there, and why couldn't anyone else see or run?
Is this luck?
Maybe.
But Li Ziqiang is more willing to believe that there should be some inevitable connection between these two goals that look exactly the same and look like bad luck.
This inevitable connection is that only Hu Lai can see the fatal gap and appear there at the right time.
The left back has a very good sense of smell in front of goal.
only……
Li Ziqiang lowered his head and looked at the scoring standards behind Hu Lai's name on the notebook.
Is there any level of tactical awareness? I can’t see it so far. An excellent ability to grab points in front of goal does not mean an outstanding level of tactical awareness.
Not to mention his positional offensive and defensive responsibilities. He is a left back, and now he plays more and more like a forward.
The use of technical movements in confrontation situations can also be given zero points. These two goals were scored without physical confrontation, and when there was physical confrontation, he had nothing to show for his performance.
His playing style and mental state... seem to be slightly better in this regard, but only a little better.
It can be said that apart from his excellent sense of smell in front of the door, this person has absolutely no merit.
What's the point of recruiting such a person into the school team?
He shook his head invisibly.
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Li Zhiqun's injury was only discovered when the game was about to restart. Before that, everyone was shocked by Hu Lai's bad luck. Even if someone saw Li Zhiqun sitting on the ground with a painful face, they thought they
He was in pain because Hu Lai scored. Before the game, everyone could see that the relationship between Li Zhiqun and Hu Lai was not very good.
It wasn't until the game was about to start that the players from the first team returned to their own half, but Li Zhiqun was still sitting in front of the second team's goal and didn't get up. Only then did everyone discover that he was injured, and it was an injury that would prevent him from continuing to play.
In the end, Li Zhiqun was helped by Yan Yan and limped off the field.
He walked reluctantly, turning back every step and wandering every five steps.
He couldn't bear it.
The test wasn't over yet, he hadn't scored yet, and he just ended up like this.
Not willing to give in!
He looked back at the court.
Then Hu Lai appeared in the field of vision.
The boy was waving to him.
goodbye!
His mouth shape is this...
asshole!
Li Zhiqun clenched his fists and struggled excitedly.
Yan Yan, the vice-captain who was supporting him, quickly comforted him: "Okay, okay, I know you can't bear it. But you are injured now, so you better get down. Don't show off..."
Li Zhiqun was very depressed: Am I reluctant to compete? I want to go up and beat that bastard!
In the end, he was unable to break free from Yan Yan's hands and was helped off the field.
Li Zhiqun, who was sitting on the sidelines, looked at Hu Lai blankly and remembered what the boy said to him before the game.
Li Zhiqun, the competition will be here soon. You are just wandering around here without warming up. Aren't you afraid of getting injured during the competition?
Unexpectedly, this kid was right and he was really hurt!
He wanted to play again and asked Hu Lai to argue. But just as he was about to stand up, he felt a pulling pain in the muscles at the base of his thigh, which made him grin and sit back down.
What did I do wrong, God, you want to do this to me?!