Chapter 30: The Demon Sword Comes to the World (Part 2)
More than 20,000 people shouted with great enthusiasm. Wang Ai's sudden display of gliding in mid-air was absolutely irregular, but his imaginative goal-scoring action was suppressed. A few people with good physiques watched the ball fall on the goal line.
He was feeling guilty, and he immediately wanted to shout again. As soon as he opened his mouth, his lungs reminded him harshly: He was out of breath! So he quickly took two breaths.
The live sound recording equipment of Liaoyang TV Station clearly recorded the uniform and thunderous voices of the whole audience: "Pretty...oh uh...cough cough cough".
Wang Hongli in the stands was so surprised that Wang Ai took a puff of cigarette, and he didn't know where the cigarette went. At this moment, Tang Yaodong and the deputy director helped him move it along his chest. Wang Hongli was still mumbling: "Hey, eh,
Oh shit!"
The court was silent for five seconds, and then, as if a pot was boiling, more than 20,000 voices from the audience, including thick, thin, silly, straight, big, small, young, and old, burst out together, shocking
The stands were all rustling: "Oh (ah) shit!!!"
Then, the entire audience seemed to be shocked by the close connection between themselves and more than 20,000 people. They may also feel that it is a bit embarrassing to yell obscenities in front of a bunch of high school kids, especially many of them are parents of children, and they are very decent.
The leaders of the Education Bureau, Sports Bureau, and all the audience were silent for two seconds as if they were being strangled by the neck. Then they suddenly remembered that they had not shouted before...
"Beautiful!!" More than 20,000 spectators held back their energy and finally finished the cheers. They also swept away the embarrassment of "Oh shit!" This higher-decibel chorus rushed out of the stadium and spread to the sky and the stadium.
Outside, passers-by, residents of residential buildings, and factory workers all turned their heads to look at the stadium, and then thunderous applause rushed to the center of the stadium.
Wang Ai, who scored the goal, was a little confused. Although this action was a temporary move, it was something he had practiced when he was practicing football. He had imagined this situation, but when he actually scored the goal, Wang Ai was still a little dazed. He himself
Really scored? Scored in an official match?
The audience on the sidelines gasped repeatedly after being suffocated by the twists and turns, and finally calmed down. When they shouted "beautiful" with all their strength, the two teams were like a scene being replayed after being paused.
A smile crept onto Wang Ai's young face.
"Ah!" The high-pitched voice of a child who couldn't suppress his excitement tore through the sky.
Wang Ai stretched his arms backwards, raised his head, and ran to the sidelines. All the spectators along the way stood up and applauded, their faces were red and their expressions were ferocious, and they didn't know what they were shouting. Wang Ai couldn't
Knowing that just now, his elegant and unrestrained non-mainstream shot almost choked the audience to death.
Even the calmest people are stirred up by this fanatical atmosphere.
The players were stunned for a moment, followed Wang Ai's screams and ran towards Wang Ai, shouting loudly.
In this era, the bad habit of pushing the goal-scoring players to the ground and rubbing them was not yet formed. Everyone just rushed forward and patted the shoulders, patted the head, etc. There were very few hugs. The Chinese people these days are still relatively shy.
Then, under the attention of the entire audience, Wang Ai was submerged in the forest of human flesh. He saw a circle of black hair and long legs, and Wang Ai was gone.
Wang Ai struggled in the crowd: "Don't slap me on the head...don't pull my ears...Hey, aren't you a third-level vocational college graduate? Why are you sneaking in here?"
The referee blew the whistle and separated everyone. The kick was not finished yet. When he passed by Wang Ai, he bent down and raised his thumb hard: "My child, if I were the referee now, I would also have to pat you. You are so beautiful."
!Okay, keep playing, you still have several games left, I hope you can score more beautiful goals!"
Wang Ai responded with a smile.
In the next game, Wang Ai did not attack the goal again. Although he did not see anger in the eyes of the opponent's players. There was already a strength gap. The three vocational high schools just wanted to mix a set of player equipment. But Wang Ai still did not take risks.
, he clearly knows that this beautiful goal will greatly stimulate the morale of his team's players, but it will also greatly damage the confidence of the opponent's players. Some players with bad tempers will make irrational decisions because of this, such as...
...deliberately hurt others.
How many geniuses on the court have ended sadly because of deliberate injuries by their opponents. Wang Ai doesn't want his career to end before it even begins. Then the rest of his life will have no challenges and no fun. When the two horses are weak,
Feed a handful of grass, then sit on the carriage and let them fly around, giving lectures and selling his so-called success theory everywhere. Wang Ai assessed himself that if he really wanted to do that, he would definitely do some crazy things for excitement.
Wang Ai spent the rest of his energy on more precise passing and receiving, especially on breaking down the opponent's defense and direct passes. Ma Dong was inspired by Wang Ai to score goals, kicking the ball with the top and half-court ball.
Then six more were scored. In the whole game, three professional high school players and one high school player scored a score of 8:1.
At the end of the game, Wang Hongli asked the deputy director for a schedule, and returned directly to Shenyang without accepting the hospitality of the local officials. He wanted to take a closer look at the game and share it with a few friends who were also unemployed.
Zhang Yin and Li Tie walked out of the arena following the flow of people. At this time, they were unknown. Zhang Yin walked with a sullen face, while Li Tie danced on the side. Suddenly, Zhang Yin asked quietly: "Xiao Tie, can you do that move?
?”
Li Tie froze for a moment and touched his head, blowing the long hair from his eyes in one breath: "Dad, I play in the lower back."
Zhang Yin shook his head: "Where is Dayu? I haven't seen him in the past two years."
Li Tie thought for a while: "If Dayu practices seriously, he can still do it."
Zhang Yin nodded and shook his head: "It's too late. You must have a basic foundation for such movements, especially the mid-air turn. You can all do it by pinching the ball with both feet, but it's so easy for this kid to do it.
It’s hard to be cool and accurate, but if you add this mid-air turn, flick the ball and shoot... tsk tsk, how the hell do you practice this, and who taught you? Although it can be seen that this is a flash of inspiration, there must be a technical foundation.
Otherwise... this technique is too difficult. It is impossible for you to practice such movements now. The burden on your body is too great and you can't bear it. Even if you practice it reluctantly, you won't be able to use it in the competition, and it will be deformed when you use it.
This technique doesn’t have much practicality, but it can change the outcome of the game by chance. What’s even more frightening is that this action shows the diversity of this kid’s attacks in front of the goal, which makes it difficult for defensive players to guard against it.”
Li Tie nodded solemnly.
Zhang Yi went out and looked up at the blue sky and sighed: "You are full of spiritual energy!"
That night, Tang Yaodong accompanied Wang Hongli back to his home in Shenyang. After a hurried dinner, the two turned on the video recorder, stuffed the video tape they brought back from Liaoyang into it, and watched it while drinking. After a while, Dalian Shunfa team leader Ma Lin The door opened and came in. Marin was China's main forward in the 1980s, similar to Hao Haidong in the 1990s. He and Tang Yaodong were teammates, friends, and disciples of Wang Hongli. At the beginning of their coaching careers, these two Throughout the years, I have received a lot of guidance from Wang Hongli.
Today, Ma Lin returned to Shenyang for business. He heard from people in the compound that Tang Yaodong was at the master's place, so he came to join in the fun.
As soon as he entered the room and saw that both of them had drunk, he was not polite. He said hello to his teacher's wife, Director Zhu, took the cup and poured the wine himself. While drinking, he looked at the TV screen for a while and said casually: "You two are competing in this amateur competition." It’s so lively to watch.”
Wang Hongli and Tang Yaodong glanced at Ma Lin strangely, making Ma Lin's body hairy. Ma Lin scratched his chin and was about to say something when they turned to watch the video.
Marin didn't say anything, knowing that there must be some mystery in this video. Sure enough, after the substitutions in the second half, the originally dull game suddenly became troubled.
At this moment, Marin, who had just drank three taels, his eyes became sharper and he couldn't help but said: "This is interesting! Hey, how did this ball come out?"
The reporter who shot the scene had limited experience. They basically chased the ball and ran the camera. The ball passed by Wang Ai's feet, so the camera rarely stayed at Wang Ai. At this time, Marin felt that the screen was too small and he could not see clearly. His body tilted to one side involuntarily and he stretched his neck.
Only when the camera scanned Wang Ai several times did Marin notice the source of the change in the attacking rhythm of the court. He pointed at the screen and touched Tang Yaodong with his elbow: "Yaodong, who is this kid? He looks like me."
Wang Hongli and Tang Yaodong remained silent again. They glanced at Ma Lin even more strangely, and Tang Yaodong snorted.
Marin moved his head back and forth, scanning their faces: "What, what do you mean you two? Master, Yao Dong, what's wrong with you two?"
Wang Hongli had a confused smile on his face, and Tang Yaodong coughed: "Look slowly."
Not long after, the scene came to a scene where Wang Ai grabbed the ball between his legs to avoid a sliding tackle, glided in the air, turned around and swung the ball to score a goal. Wang Hongli deliberately pressed pause on the remote control, rewind, slow down, and repeat three times.
The cigarette butt burned his hands. Ma Lin was agitated and pointed at the screen: "Is this fake? Can a person do such an action?"
Turning around and shouting to the back room: "Director Zhu, Director Zhu, Teacher Wife, come quickly."
Director Zhu, a meritorious female table tennis coach from Liaoning, came over and said, "What are you doing? You are making such a big fuss. I don't know how old I am yet."
Marin chuckled: "Master's wife, you are well-informed. Take a look at this player's movements."
Director Zhu looked at it carefully and nodded, "This child's body flexibility is strong enough. This kind of movement is not easy, especially when the situation on the football field is constantly changing, and it is even harder to do it subconsciously. I think, It should be relatively easy for children in the gymnastics team and diving team to do this move, but it is hard to say if they can do it subconsciously and successfully score goals. And you see, this move is very enjoyable to watch, it is done very easily, and it is not embarrassing. , you can see that he landed very steadily, which shows that he did this movement with ease. Therefore, although the whole movement does not jump high, his limbs are stretched and very elegant."
"Xiao Ma, you are also someone who will be a coach in the future. Xiao Tang and I have analyzed it all afternoon, and now I want to tell you that the greatest value of this child is not his personal goals, but his tactical value in the team." Wang Hongli
Wave.
The three masters and apprentices drank wine, ate vegetables, watched the video, and analyzed and communicated carefully. By ten o'clock in the evening, all three of them were exhausted. Marin stood up and looked out the window at the already sloping street.
Xuan Yue was silent for a long time.
Turning around, he said to the two of them: "This kid's role in the frontcourt is irreplaceable, and his tactical value is too great. There was no one like him in the national team when we played football. I would say Wang Huiliang is almost the same, but Wang Huiliang didn't give any
The team has brought about such earth-shaking changes. The first and second half are simply two teams. Unfortunately, this kid is too young. If he were five or six years older, I would have to suggest to Director Qi to call him into the national team. There is no need for anything else.
After coming on the field in the second half, everyone was dumbfounded and no one could adapt to such a drastic change. The whole team was as sharp as a heavenly sword and a dragon-slaying knife."
Tang Yaodong listened quietly, nodded, shook his head, leaned back on the sofa and sighed: "I have been in Japan for three years and have heard many stories about Japan's magical weapons. This change does not feel like
Pure sharpness, but also some methods that make opponents unpredictable. I imagined today that if I were his opponent or the opponent's coach at that time, I would definitely be able to detect that he would bring something inexplicable as soon as he came on the court.
, a kind of eerie temperament, elusive but full of danger. You can feel his threat to you, but you don’t know where he is threatening you from. This is so fierce! No matter how sharp the sword is, I can use the shield to penetrate it.
Armor, but if it’s a demonic sword with a curse wrapped around it...hiss!"
Tang Yaodong shivered all over.
Wang Hongli threw the last peanut into his mouth, drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, and waved his hand: "Let's do this for today, and I will go there in three days. You two can go when you have time. Don't understand if you don't understand.
