Now everyone can probably guess how the backcourt chase won the first half.

Taking advantage of the fact that Ling Wander was running out of gas and couldn't catch up, the back-up team rushed into the opponent's half to catch up.

The rhythm of protecting the ball cannot keep up with the frenzied frequency of the defenders catching up.

Well-meaning third parties were dumbfounded for a moment. The bloodiest and most violent scene in grassroots football is undoubtedly the Boy Zone game. To judge purely on the brutality, it also depends on the organ derby between Tian Wushuang and Boy Zone. But in terms of the most frequent scene, that is now.

The rearguard was chasing as fast as the whole team, and it looked like flying wild bees. But Wei Jiahuang and Pa Mo knew that this formation lacked the fastest home, and in addition to the dog fighting, it also added what seemed to be a more cumbersome weapon.

Xiaojing, the more important thing is that they are no longer what they were in the first half, they have been greatly reduced. The passing of the fuel-consuming Lingyou has long exceeded the limits of grassroots football. They gave up control and only passed, no matter how fast they moved.

He can't keep up with the speed of the ball. But he consumes gas as fast as the ball.

Soon the winner was determined with another whistle from Yaozi. Forced by his helplessness, he kicked down the metronome after the ball was released. Because it was a safe ball, there was no advantage. I can’t remember how many minutes it was.

How many times has it happened? But it is obvious that the back-up's repeated tricks have been gradually digested by the opponent.

Yaozi took out the yellow card.

Shit yelled: "You are not allowed to retreat! We still have to grab it on the spot!"

Emperor Wei Jia was a little bit intolerant: Just accept it as soon as it's good, it's enough. Although you are more ruthless than us, if you continue, you will really collapse.

However, the back-up pursuit did not retreat, and Wei Jiahuang was helpless: It is obvious that they have adapted to your rhythm, and the cards have been dealt almost. If there is another tactical foul, the number of personnel will probably be reduced.

After scratching my head, I also thought that if it were me, I would probably take advantage of this wave of strategic contraction and bring in some substitutes. The main players would take a break and come up again after the score falls behind. Firstly, I would not have to take the blame, and secondly, I could stop the loss and end up with a small loss.

It affects everyone's mood. It's just that this competitive poop will never do this, right?

It’s hard to say. After the core came back, he vaguely picked up relevant memories of the old world. In the past, this backup team had never suffered a big defeat. As the captain of the team, he was a cautious operator.

Little did he know that he was only cautious outside the competition. He only wanted to win whenever he was fighting. Not only him, but all the supporters were like this.

Wei Jiahuang frowned and said, "The full-backs are standing up."

The energy-hungry full-back's personal ability is not too strong, but his forward routines are abundant. The back-up pursuit of the strongest pressing force at the front is nothing more than trying to cut off the connection between the backcourt and midfield, and use the weak interception and attack in the middle.

The rough connection caused a steady stream of trouble to the enemy. But as the sharpness decreased, he gradually became able to pass the ball from the arrogant defenders to the wing without any danger - even if it was passed to the edge.

win.

As soon as the center of the wing is opened, it instantly jumps over the weakest link to connect to the center and front court. Both sides advance forward at the same time. Although the ball is still being passed at high speed in the middle, it is done with ease. Once the desired route appears on the two wings, no matter who is there, there will be no trace of it.

He does not hesitate to send out deep passes. The fuel-consuming Lingyou midfielder composed of the metronome and the two adducted full-backs and Xiao Liang who retreats is so balanced in the frontcourt that there are no dead ends. However, the movement speed of the backcourt to catch up with the middle coverage is

The slowest one - because there are two dragsters, Dagou and Xiaojing.

The full-backs on both wings were like two sharp knives about to insert themselves into the back half of the pursuit. Xiao Jing jumped too hard and fell to the ground. The ball was at the foot of the metronome. Seeing that the sling on the opposite side was still pressing against the center line, the two full-backs combined their positions.

The expected path of the ball was still at least one beat away. It was not impossible to send it forcefully, but it just gave the opponent no hope of chasing back. So he decided to slow down the rhythm, looked back at the nearest teammate, and the two of them met their eyes knowingly, and put down.

When you think about it, you knock your heel delicately? Give it back to your teammates.

The dogfighter who was about to give up quickly took a big step forward? His heavy body collided with the metronome's good teammate who was about to catch the ball.

Agility, a good teammate can turn a dog into a slag, press him on the spot, and fight the dog for his life? It is difficult to lose an inch, but he still keeps running and running. Because everyone is running, he can only catch up,

Although he couldn't catch up with the others despite his desperate efforts, since he chose the bad idea of ​​listening to shit, if he didn't run, he would be punished again. Seeing the beaten dog running like an old dog that was about to die, Xiao Jing could only force it.

Do this while holding your scalp.

Suddenly, Xiaojing heard someone shouting from the sidelines: "Get up! Xiaojing!"

A good teammate was knocked to the ground by a dog. Xiao Liang flew over and tackled the back-up second boss. The second boss picked up the ball, jumped over Xiao Liang who was close to the grass, and slid past Xiao Jing. Now Xiao Jing knew what he was going to do.

At the same time, the stool is shouting: "Down!"

Both sides were empty, so yesyes kept hitting the ball to find the dead side and sent an advance - the opportunity was equal, whichever was faster.

Both the starting center backs, King of Death and Lonely, are chasing the ball. The distance is about the same, King of Death is faster, and the center back is likely to go to the ground.

Everyone understood the key points and were speechless for a moment. This is different from the old world, where the difference between winning and losing is very big. In this world, not only do you get a lot of money if you win, but the most important thing is that the winner takes all. As long as you win, the process

No atrocities will be condemned.

Unfortunately, this ball can basically determine the outcome. Although Dagou is the initiator of this attack, he is obviously not good anymore. Except for him, many people are chasing after him to the limit.

When Wei Jiahuang looked at the current back-up pursuit, it was as if he saw himself who was about to attack Lang Ju at that time.

Even if the gas-guzzling Ling Wan punishes another player, the impact will not be big. So even if the central defender inhumanely kills him, everyone feels that it is understandable.

As long as the ball is not scored, the defenders will surely die if they catch up.

And once this goal is scored, it will have a devastating impact on the morale of the gas-guzzling team.

The biggest difference between the grassroots league and the deathmatch at Fudu Sports Center is that there are no restrictions on substitutions.

Those who go up can come down, and those who come down can go up again.

So no matter what, the most correct choice for the central defender is to never risk losing the ball.

In this world, egregious fouls are commonplace, and fatal blows are also common.

So, everyone quieted down.

Even the seventh girl and the others did not dare to say anything. They prayed silently, not that the ball would score, but that they would seek death and not seek death.

People on the field don't have time for these mothers-in-law, just like the song "Weak people don't play football" sung on the 6th.

Zhao Si and Zhongwei go diagonally, Xiao Jing walks in a straight line, Xiao Jing is close, Zhao Si quickly.

There is another central defender following - the substituted central defender.

In addition, there are a few gas-guzzling walkers who return to defense and an equally small number of back-up chasers who grab points in the middle.

Unlike the people off the court, they don't think about anything else. They run when they should, follow when they should, watch when they should, and stare when they should.

But the focus off the field is only on the central defender who is looking for death and preparing to go to the ground.

If you hit the ball, you will definitely be able to catch it, but if you don't hit the ball, the central defender will definitely not be able to catch it. If you don't get down to the ground, you will definitely be able to pass it. If you hit the ground hard enough, you will definitely not be able to pass it.

The central defender rushed forward without hesitation. He must also know how weak his defense is.

The goalkeeper who should speak out most to reassure his central defender did not say anything because he had no idea. If he had a choice, he wanted to tackle him!

Tackle him instead of tackle him. If you can be sure of getting the ball completely, you can follow him. Even if you get a lucky tackle in this situation, you have to have the awareness to tackle him from the beginning.

Only by targeting people from the beginning can you have the luck of success.

The eyes of the crowd were sharp. Under the sharp eyes, the central defender unexpectedly chose to tackle the ball - it was called a tackle, but in fact it was mainly interference.

Zhao Die didn't dunk him. Before he came over, he had already thought that he would never give the opponent a chance to commit a tactical foul. He had to pass it out as soon as possible.

I don’t know if this is the kindness of women or the conscience of the industry. In short, the ball was passed to the middle, and the other central defender and goalkeeper lost to Xiao Jing, and he headed it into the middle of the goal - 4 to 2!

Zhao Si, who was lying on the ground, said to the central defender who was also on the ground: "Thank you."

The central defender said: "No need. We will win."

Looking for death and laughing: "I have cramps."

The central defender said angrily: "You can really bear it."

When he jumps up, press his legs.

He scratched it and asked Wei Jiahuang: "Do you think this is also intentional by fate?"

Wei Jiahuang murmured: "Unexpected."

He touched it and sighed: "Yes, in all aspects."

Whether it's a counter-attack at home, or a gas-guzzler who shows mercy, even if he is brainwashed by the winner-takes-all rule, even if his eyes are red with blood, there is still humanity in this world.

Seeking death, Big Meat, Beating Dog, Wu Que, Baobao, all were unable to fight anymore, and the shit changed five people in one breath.

I don’t know whether it was exaggerated by the atmosphere of the scene or another loss of the ball was a huge blow to the gas-consuming Lingyou. Many substitutes came on the bench to chase the bus and defended until 70 minutes before being defeated by the gas-consuming Lingyou.

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4 to 3, there were only 80 minutes in the grassroots league, and there was not much left in the game. Shit saw that the substitutes had tried their best, so in order to avoid collapse in the end, they had to replace the four main players who could barely fight.

There was nothing fancy this time, it was just a tough fight, with all the backers huddled near the penalty area and being beaten.

At this time, all the third-party spectators had only respect for the back-up pursuit. Although they had benefited from the unfair substitution rules and the grace of not killing the gas-consuming central defender, they still used their limited skills and the few opportunities to make a comeback.

The powerful enemy has dragged us to this stage, which has to be said to be an inspiring miracle.

Although the fuel-consuming Lingyou also made some changes of generals, which played a role in stopping losses on the overall combat strength, it is obvious that they have consumed a lot of money, their technical movements have deformed, and their passing accuracy has also plummeted.

Despite this, their offensive was getting stronger and stronger, and the little time left forced them to continue bombarding them indiscriminately.

Finally, Dagou stopped the ball too much in the backcourt and was intercepted by the metronome. He then shot directly. Liangshan blocked it with all his strength, but was fired into the net by the only remaining starting center back of the gas-hungry Lingwiao. The score was tied at 4.

If you succeed, you will beat the dog. If you fail, you will beat the dog.

Against the background of sighs from the spectators, the morale of the gas-guzzlers was high, and the offensive was unprecedentedly fierce.

He touched it and sighed to Wei Jiahuang: "You are right. Except when Tianming pretends to be crazy and acts stupid, the coefficient of victory and defeat is absolute."

Wei Jiahuang ignored him and stared at the court.

He touched it and was a little surprised: "Isn't it right? You have also been led by the rhythm and become a fan who chases after you?"

Wei Jiahuang came to his senses and pointed at the field and said: "It's not chaotic yet."
To be continued...