Section 36 Fighting with Tie Shuai in the Air (Part 1)
What all the spectators did not expect was that this performance-filled game would heat up as soon as it started. Even the Liaoning Football Mixed Team did not expect that these children would not be stage frightened at all, but would be extremely excited. Of course, they did not lose any face at all.
Give it to them. Although the Liaoning Football Team members clearly knew that this was not just an ordinary commercial exhibition match, but had strong practical value, they still did not take it too seriously.
However, the Liaoyang High School United Team, which is dominated by the first high school, especially the frontcourt players, subconsciously followed the excited Wang Ai and played a very efficient attacking rhythm from the beginning. In the Liaoning team's older generation Marin, Tang Yaodong,
The young generation's Zhao Junzhe, Li Tie, Qu Dong, Wang Liang, the young generation's Qu Xiaohui, Ding Jie, Xiao Zhen and other three generations of old, middle-aged and young people greeted each other and teased each other as they walked slowly to their seats, the alert horses
Dong had already caught the evil smile on Wang Ai's lips: Liaozu is awesome, but you are the only one talking about it.
The two men quietly moved to the frontcourt with their heads drooped. A midfielder from a high school who was also cunning suddenly got up and passed the ball diagonally. Wang Ai, who had already moved in place, lightly knocked the ball in the direction of the ball, causing the ball to turn slightly.
, went straight to the penalty area. Ma Dong, with half-closed eyes, suddenly appeared like a thief. By the time Wang Liang and Qu Dong came to their senses, Ma Dong was already at full speed, unstoppable, and rushed in with the ball in a few seconds.
Goalkeeper Ma Dongbo had just greeted Marin. Now he was a little confused. He opened his mouth and asked: "Did the whistle just blow?"
Qu Dong waved desperately: "The game has begun, Dong Bo!"
"Fuck!" Ma Dongbo quickly turned his head and prepared to block Ma Dong's shot.
Although in the eyes of this group of professional players, Ma Dong's skills are just like that, but now he is a one-man player. He played two and a half games at best and scored 22 goals. Even in amateur games, he can be regarded as a goal scorer.
Ru Ma, who dares to underestimate this offensive power? Especially behind so many goals, it means that the striker has established absolute confidence in shooting. Let alone the pony, even if it is replaced by the legendary goalkeeper Fu Yubin, he will not be scared.
Live with others. The most important thing for a forward to score a goal is to be decisive, because a slight hesitation will cause time delay, causing the goalkeeper to be ready.
Kahn was once the best in the world, known as the Lion King. Why is Kahn the best? Not only because of his skills but also because of Kahn's power to intimidate forwards, which always makes forwards hesitate a little bit when shooting in front of him. This is why Kahn is the best in the world.
It greatly enhanced Kahn's success rate in defending the goal. Kahn's ugly face roared and twisted, like a half-orc, everyone would shudder, unless you are used to it, this is his football talent
!
Ma Dong did not hesitate at all, nor did he show any mercy to this brother who also had the surname Ma. Ma Dong, who was scoring goals so frequently, had already formed a subconscious action, completely forgetting the opponent's identity and level. He dribbled the ball slightly in front of the goal.
In a flash, after the goalkeeper's center of gravity adjusted involuntarily, he fired a very quick and concise volley in the opposite direction.
The football rolled into the net very obediently.
At this time, at least half of the players on the Liaoning team didn't know it yet. When the referee's whistle sounded and pointed to the center circle, their faces were still confused.
The audience on the sidelines were crazy with joy. These two boys from high school are really bad. They pretended to be grandsons and walked into someone's door while others were not paying attention, and then attacked one of them. This is a bluff, this is stealing a chicken! This is
It’s less than half a minute into the game. I came all the way from afar and didn’t even bother to give him any face. He’s from Liaoning Football Team, and he’s the idol of all the fans in the Northeast... But we’re so happy!
Ma Lin and Tang Yaodong looked at the two bad boys across from them, their faces full of humility but unable to hide their pride. Their faces were a little embarrassed. Without waiting for temporary head coach Wang Hongli to curse, they quickly gathered the team members: "Stop chatting.
Ah, stop making trouble. This is serious. If we really lose, we will be embarrassed and thrown into grandma’s house. Don’t forget what the coach reminded us. The kids opposite us have some tricks up their sleeves, otherwise they wouldn’t have decided to compete on the spur of the moment.
Let's measure up and show some real skills! Don't let these bastards underestimate us. Besides, there are so many viewers, remember?"
As soon as the two legends spoke, the minor gods in the team nodded one after another, and the minor gods were even more honest and obedient.
When the ball kicked off again, it was considered a formal match between the two teams, but the score had already become Liaoyang High School United leading the Liaoning Youth Team 1:0, a score that made the latter feel slightly ashamed.
Since the schedule was only 45 minutes, the Liaoning team played the usual formation of 352 for the youth team, and the high school team basically played 451. Opposing Wang Ai happened to be Wang Liang, the son of Wang Hongli.
Seeing that the Liaoning youth team had a tight formation and no chance to steal the chicken, Wang Ai directed the team to slowly mobilize and look for opportunities. While playing football, he chatted with Wang Liang.
"Your name is Wang Liang, right?"
The long-faced man who was just 20 years old this year lowered his head and glanced at Wang Ai: "Ang!"
"Your dad is coach Wang Hongli, right?"
"hold head high!"
"Your father specially arranged for you to watch me, right?"
"hold head high?"
Wang Ai chuckled. In today's team, Wang Liang's defender ability is one of the best. It is natural to use him to curb the high school team's offensive engine and organizational metronome. Wang Ai does not believe that Wang Hongli has no awareness of this.
Of course, letting his son play against the opponent's most imaginative and unpredictable player is also a deliberate attempt to help his son grow better.
So, since Wang Hongli had this intention, Wang Ai would of course want to give him a favor.
More importantly, after observing the opening five minutes, Wang Ai was surprised to find that today's Liaoning youth team, apart from being a little slack at the beginning, played extremely unrestrainedly. 352 was already full offense and full defense, and they actually
They even started marking the whole court!
The old coach deserves to be an old coach! Wang Ai admired in his heart: Not only is the tactical command difficult to predict, but also the shamelessness is unmatched by ordinary people. You are already at the A-B level, and you are playing an exhibition match with an amateur team.
Full-court marking was used. Moreover, our players had just finished a fierce final!
Look at how you guys bullied us. We are technically ahead in all aspects and have abundant physical fitness, not to mention physical fitness. Our high school students will fly away with any normal collision, even if they don't collide.
, and I can’t grab it either.
Less than five minutes into the official game, the Liaoning team easily scored two goals in a row. Looking at their posture, they might have been beaten twenty times during the game. Wang Ai wanted to hone his skills and was not looking for abuse. He played like this
The high school team will inevitably shrink and become center backs, so how can they hone their skills?
After the second goal was scored, Wang Ai became angry. He ran to the sidelines, pinched his waist and said to Wang Hongli: "Coach Wang, you are so bad! You know that we are not physically strong, but you still fight with us."
Mark on the field!”
Wang Hongli held a cigarette in one hand and looked at the "primary school student" in front of him who stopped kicking the ball. He angrily accused himself, the enemy coach, and laughed until he coughed repeatedly. He waved his hands while Zhang Yin touched his forehead and laughed hard.
Shake his head.
"Xiao Wang, heroes are judged by victory or defeat on the court. You are weak in physical strength. How can I not use such an obvious weakness?" Wang Hongli said with a smile.
Wang Ai jumped up in anger: "You old people and adults are bullying children together, right?"
Wang Hongli lowered his head and nodded angrily: "Yes, no one will treat you like a child when you are on the court!"
"Okay, Mr. Wang, just wait!" Wang Ai yelled and ran back, then turned around and shouted: "If you bully me, I will bully your son!"
Zhang Yin was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up anymore. Wang Hongli was stunned for a moment, then looked up to the sky and laughed.
