One hundred and seventy-ninth chapter bad guys contest
The vast majority of the national football team are young people in their twenties, and they are at the age where they love to play and make trouble. The strict discipline of the national team seems to be a bit tiring. Originally, there were no plans in the afternoon and there was a training match in the evening, so in accordance with the rules
The established rules are to stay in the room and rest separately. In fact, these people did not train yesterday, nor did they train all morning this morning. Their bodies are idle. It is not far from Guangdong to Kunming, so they are not tired at all.
But usually no one dares to pick the fight, but now Wang Ai and Ma Mingyu are fighting. The room full of international football players can see that they are having fun. Who would be willing to go back to the room to play games.
So, when Wang Ai and Ma Mingyu hurriedly ate and came to the training ground, the national football players stood around laughing and joking. When there were more people, there were those who booed and shouted: "Ma, rise up!" "Captain Ma, please stop."
I lost."
Wang Ai stepped on the ball with a smile: "Old Ma, I think your position as captain is no longer secure. These guys are all jealous. Speaking of which, your national team will give you a salary increase this time. Will your captain get a lot more?"
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"Shit!" Ma Mingyu curled his lips: "Just like them, the older ones get more, the younger ones get less, the total is just thousands, it's just a matter of fact, who can hope to enter the national team?
Make money? Okay, tell me, what should we compete with? I'll let you do it."
"Brother Marco, your position on the field is left midfielder, right?"
"Ah, I know you still ask?"
"Tsk tsk!" Wang Ai clucked: "Speaking of which, we are quite destined. I played as a left midfielder when I was a junior in China and in Germany."
"Hey, that's right when you say it. We are in the same position, so I have to see what level you are at."
In fact, Wang Ai is familiar with the national team. During the training camp in Hongta before the World Junior Championships last year, Wang Ai's national team played a serious game with the national team, the one that qualified for the top ten games.
King Ai also arrived, and later in January this year, Wang Ai spent another day playing in the Hongta. But this was the first time for a real competition, especially a one-on-one competition.
Ma Mingyu knows very well that players of Wang Ai's age must not look at their past performance. They are in adolescence, and their goals increase almost every day. Unlike adult players who do not change much, it would be embarrassing to look at young players with old eyes.
"Brother Ma, I heard that you are very good at long-range shooting. How about we compete in shooting?"
Ma Mingyu nodded and glanced at the sidelines. The three goalkeepers Jiang Jin, An Qi, and Ou Chuliang were all there. He hesitated and called An Qi, because Jiang Jin was the main national goalkeeper, and he would have to be criticized if he got injured because of something like this.
No, Ou Chuliang himself was injured, but young An Qi was in good condition.
An Qi stood in front of the goal. As the second national goalkeeper, he did not dare to underestimate the two people who were preparing to shoot. One was the captain of the national team and the other was a meritorious figure in the national junior team. So he warmed up very seriously in front of the goal.
Not to mention the action, the lively goalkeeper coach Xu Tao was watching him from the side.
"How do we kick it?" Lao Ma asked.
"Here!" Wang Ai stood more than thirty meters away from the goal: "Let's compare long-range shots, so go farther, thirty-five meters. I'll pass the ball to you, and you can shoot after you catch the ball. One person and five
Let’s see who gets the most.”
Lao Ma nodded, and An Qi over there was also ready. Wang Ai passed a horizontal pass to Lao Ma along the position thirty-five meters away from the goal. Lao Ma ran up in two steps, shook off his left leg and shot blast, bang
It hit the goal post and bounced into the net.
There was a burst of applause from the sidelines, and An Qi shook his head in annoyance and stood up.
"It's my turn!" Wang Ai stood in his position and waited for Lao Ma to feed the ball.
After Lao Ma took the ball thrown by An Qi, he suddenly kicked towards Wang Ai on the left. The kick also had a slight arc, bending towards the goal and then back. Wang Ai became serious from the moment Lao Ma started kicking.
He quickly judged the path of the ball, took two steps, followed the counterclockwise rotation of the old Malay ball and volleyed with the outside instep of his left foot.
Now the football drew an exaggerated arc in mid-air. When the onlookers and even goalkeeper An Qi thought that the ball was hopeless, it suddenly circled back in front of the goal and entered the net on the right side of the goal until it hit the ball.
The web is still spinning at high speed.
The national players applauded loudly, and An Qi picked up the ball and kicked it to Wang Ai.
Wang Ai grinned at Ma Mingyu, and suddenly kicked the ball to Ma Mingyu. Ma Mingyu, who had just tried to cheat, knew that the child would definitely have to take revenge on him, so he was on guard. As expected, he suddenly attacked, and stepped forward with a smile.
The ball was very fast. Ma Mingyu judged clearly and was about to kick off, but suddenly found that the football had suddenly slowed down. It turned out that Wang Ai's kick hit the lower part of the football with his toe, and the football rotated backwards in the first half of the movement.
, flew out close to the turf, and after landing on the turf, the backspin trend was interrupted by the movement of the football itself, but the backspin also slowed down the rolling speed that it should have.
The fact that Lao Ma was able to notice Wang Ai's sudden attack was a sign of his concentration. He didn't even notice that the ball had a weird spin, so it almost slipped and he had to adjust it midway. As a result, this
The foot ball was not played with force, allowing An Qi to easily get it.
The international players on the sidelines burst into laughter. Although Wang Ai's mischief was concealed enough, very little could be seen at the time, but it was not unusual. After thinking about it, he understood that Lao Ma had tricked the kid. A long shot.
I am afraid of this, because the distance must be sufficient, which means that the hitting leg must have enough power accumulation process, and temporary adjustments are often too late to exert force.
Lao Ma raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. After all, he was the one who caused the mischief first. After taking the football, he thought about it. It's not easy to play a surprise attack. Wang Ai must be on guard. The distance between the two at this time is about
About ten meters away. The old horse raised his thigh in the direction of Wang Ai and hit the football hard. Wang Ai slightly arched his body, subconsciously accumulating strength and getting ready for the fast pass.
The old horse was playing tricks again, and the last touch of the ball was unexpectedly gentle. The football slowly rolled towards Wang Ai, and finally rolled between the two of them and stopped. Wang Ai had to run forward and hurriedly shot the ball, but the result was also
An Qi, who was focused, saved it.
"Old Ma, what are you passing the ball to?" Wang Ai said dissatisfied.
The old horse raised his hands as if he had won the 100-meter championship and walked around in front of the applauding international players.
After he finished, he still had the nerve to speak earnestly in front of Wang Ai: "The football field is changing rapidly, and you have to be fully prepared. For example... I am asking you to pass the ball right now?"
Just when Lao Ma was teaching Wang Ai with his hands behind his back like a veteran cadre, Wang Ai lowered his head and suddenly kicked the football to Lao Ma who was very close. The distance between the two of them was only one meter. How could Lao Ma react?
Come over? The football hit the old horse's leg and bounced towards the goal.
An Qi lived up to expectations, making a standard horizontal dive and holding the football tightly.
