The second half is about to get underway, and there are overcrowded people outside the two sidelines. The monsters who are chasing after them have blankets specially prepared for defecation.

Out of sight.

Grassroots tycoons flocked in one after another and saw Xiangtian Xiangtian led by Lao Luo, Tesla Club led by Ming Yiluo, Tianmen run by Honghong, and Milan organized by Devil Zuohou, Mingyi Luo's number one guest.

Alliance, football prostitutes led by Sunflower Wings, in addition to your moon, D460, 60s, etc., not only all the teams in Group B, but also loose people like football prostitutes, and most of the grassroots teams from Group A are also here.

There are also latecomers coming one after another.

"Let's go! Something big happened in the South District!"

"What's up?"

"You still don't know? It's a grassroots league!"

"People died in a fight - that's not right, even if there are civil servants, they can't fight? Besides, it's not a big deal if people die in the stadium these days, right?"

"Fighting your sister! Of course I mean playing football!"

"Which stadium in the South District? Isn't there one where the gas-guzzling Godzilla game is played?"

"That's it!"

"Another tragedy happened? I remember it was a back-up pursuit - but that's not surprising, right? Ever since they played Sweet Old Things, that perverted team has started a crazy abuse mode. Although the back-up pursuit is a little better than Sweet Old Things, amateur competitions

It’s normal to perform abnormally—how many have you lost?”

"I have never felt that the back-up pursuit was so aggressive. Isn't this a typical example of a pseudo-strong team being beaten back to its original form?"

"I watched for a few minutes, and when I left, I didn't play for long before I lost a ball. The most important thing is that I also sent someone off."

"That's it, then it's not surprising. Why are you sneering? - Hey, have you checked it out? It hasn't been revealed yet?"

"No!"

"What's wrong? It may not have been three digits?"

"My day, after half-time, we were chasing after the back-up and actually took the lead!"

After most people watched the oil-guzzling game where the pigs slaughtered the sweet past, even if they were still stubborn, they were convinced in their hearts. Amateurs also have their own common sense system, and no matter how pretentious they are, they don’t expect their pig teammates to support them and them.

Dialogue on an equal footing. Everyone feels from the bottom of their hearts that such a team should go to the City Super League. It is really shameless for the gold medals to come to the grassroots to bully the bronze medals.

It is said that he is as arrogant as Ronan. After watching the video of Xiangtian's double-digit defeat in the past, he admitted in front of the Four Heavenly Kings that even the boy zone with all the baby patches in the Water Phoenix Cup tried their best and could not do such a thing. Luo Nan

Nan believes that the gap between boyland and oil-hungry pomegranates cannot be bridged by a few powerful bricks and mortar, although oil-guzzling pagodas do not have a single baby in the strict sense.

Some people have said that giant clubs like Boyzone and their rivals Final Fantasy in the Water Phoenix Cup should also play in the City Super League, but Ronan believes that teams like the gas-guzzling team are truly qualified to compete in the City Super League, regardless of

How others demonize Final Fantasy or Boyzone still makes little sense.

Regarding the back-up pursuit, everyone has a relatively unified opinion. This is a grassroots powerhouse. Are there other grassroots teams that understand the back-up pursuit and have certain strength? They will add the prefix "annoying" in front of the grassroots powerhouse. Everyone is very concerned about the back-up pursuit.

The stalking style of football is a headache. But the whole grassroots football? Serious grassroots football is equivalent to a circle that only belongs to children? The so-called grassroots team is actually a child in the circle who is very good at playing? Although he can play, but

He is also a child, so I am not afraid of him. If he can't hit him, it will be a little painful at most. Besides, when the momentum is strong enough, it is not impossible to knock him down. The fuel consumption is different. He is a big child? And he also learns

Although I am not a professional martial artist in Sanda, it is not something that a child can handle.

Everyone heard that the little kid who was chasing after him was bled as soon as he handed over his hand, and everyone was very calm. After all, a child beats an older kid, and those stalking and damaging moves are just the same in front of Sanda. Then they heard that the little kid was just doing the same thing.

It is reasonable to have a finger broken by an older child, and then he will probably be bullied to death by the older child.

A long time has passed, and everyone can't help but wonder what happened to that stubborn, stupid kid?

I don’t know what’s okay? When I asked about it, it was terrible. The stupid kid beat the older kid down with his only nine fingers! No matter how powerful their imagination was, they couldn’t help them imagine the whole process.

So everyone who could come came. They wanted to see what happened here and how the back-up pursuit was done?

Among them, Xiangtian’s thirst for knowledge is the most urgent, and he is also the least able to accept this reality.

What the hell? Even if you are just a little bit better than me, why do you still win by two when I lose by two digits? Did you take some medicine? Or where did you call a baby with incredible personal abilities? Is it a legend?

Mero in?

Everyone has a deep understanding of the power of the gas-hungry Lingyou. Ronan is not the only one who thinks that their power cannot be dealt with by just a few experts filling holes.

However, they were obviously late. People had arrived and the place had become a crime scene.

It would be wishful thinking to want the backing team to catch up and achieve greater glory in the second half. They only care about their own enjoyment, but forget that the backing team is a stupid kid with only nine fingers left.

Pa Mo and Wei Jiahuang saw the shit and replaced five people in one go. They were all replaced. The five tiger generals fought too hard in the first half, even if all the witches added buffs in a short period of time.

It is also difficult to fight again.

The twin towers of the backing were dismantled, and the sling was replaced by a big man's partner. It looked bright and bright, but both Wei Jiahuang and Pa Mo felt that it was more ominous than good.

Without him, the back-up pursuit can hold on in the first half. Firstly, it relies on ferocity, and secondly, brutality. In the final analysis, it makes the opponent unable to see through it, or has no time to study it.

Not to mention anything else, the most basic central defender position is most often positioned as the backing twin towers, but if you really attack, you will encounter a sling nine times out of ten, and there are many unexpected characters - such as fighting dogs.

Talking about how many defenders the opponent has, even though he has no idea how many defenders he has.

As soon as the big man came up, he stretched out his posture, and the stool was hanging on the side, and the four guards were properly formed.

The guards exchanged opinions, and they all believed that once the defensive line was exposed, if the orthodox system was adopted and the normal state of running around wasted on gas, the back-up pursuit would definitely be defeated.

Sure enough, as soon as the ball kicked off, Liangshan was buzzing with excitement. What was even worse was that after a short intermission, the gas-hungry people seemed to have excreted all the negative energy. After a round of passing and controlling, it was like finishing a round of Tai Chi.

The old grandfather was calm and composed. He just had a competitive mentality that was unintentional, and he almost got his backers chasing him several times.

The new members of the team had never seen the stupid kid's performance in the first half, and they all complained like "that's it."

"In this way, we can beat the gas-guzzling Lingyou 3 to 1?"

"Not as good as me!"

"Isn't it just a waste of gas to walk alone? With such J2 water, I'm really lucky to have a bowel movement!"

To be fair, the fuel-consuming Lingyou was not playing badly at this time, and there were no visual problems. He was mainly hindered by the chasing behind him.

Everyone saw the way the backcourt chased that damned guy, and when they thought about the gas-guzzling Lingyou being beaten 3-1 by a team like this 10-11, it was impossible to look down on them.
Chapter completed!