There will always be people who do not believe in evil, and there will always be people who want to be brave dragon slayers.
Seeing the handsome young man opposite him stumbling on his bicycle, trying to pass him, Zhou Yan was a little helpless: The national football team doesn't even dare to play like this anymore, why are you so big-hearted?
Zhou Yan was not polite, rushed forward, blocked the opponent's line of sight, stretched out his foot, and then crossed the ball to Zhao Ruijie.
By the time the person who had the ball cut off reacted, Zhou Yan had already begun to press forward...
The ball passed by Zhao Ruijie fell a few times and returned to Zhou Yan's feet. He looked up at Zuo Jiyun who had already passed the playground, raised his hand to signal, and then raised his foot to make a powerful and heavy long pass.
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The ball landed not far in front of Zuo Jiyun. After a bounce, Zuo Jiyun snatched the landing point. After adjusting West Asia, he kicked the ball and hit the goal...
The ball missed!
The hit was too positive and was blocked by the opponent's goalkeeper.
"Blame me!" Zuo Jiyun smiled awkwardly and waved his hand.
Amateur players' kicking speed is quite slow. After playing for about half an hour, they only took turns to attack more than ten times. Moreover, after more than half an hour of consumption, many people on the field began to lose their physical strength, and the rhythm gradually began to decline.
Slower...
Zhou Yan and Zhao Ruijie are still "walking" in the rear area, even more so than a certain general of the national football team.
Of course, we can't blame these two. The two sides were fighting endlessly near the center circle. Basically, once the football reached the midfield, it never came out again.
Zhou Yan finally intercepted the ball and passed it into the frontcourt, but the forward was exhausted or was being targeted and the ball became dead...
After forty-five difficult minutes in the first half, the goalkeeper on the opposite side shook his watch and shouted: "The first half is over!"
The halftime break, according to international practice, should only last fifteen minutes, but a group of exhausted young men sat down on the bare sand court and could no longer get up...
"Zhou Yan, how come you have such good physical strength after running for so long..."
Zhou Yan and Zhao Ruijie looked at each other and smiled knowingly: "The ball can't pass the midfield at all, where is the chance to run?"
After resting for a while, Zhou Yan asked for a football and played it for a while to get familiar with the feel of his feet...
And when Zhou Yan kept flipping the ball and kicking towards the stands, the forward of the other team was a little frustrated: "Hey, Zuo Jiyun, this strong man in your class must have been a professional before, right?"
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"How is that possible?" Zuo Jiyun smiled proudly, "This guy often goes to self-study at night, how can he be a professional?"
"But this guy steals the ball so neatly!"
"Zhou Yan is here, why don't you ask him yourself?" Zuo Jiyun glanced at Zhou Yan, who had already bumped the ball and started walking back.
"Hey, brother, have you received professional training in football?"
"How is that possible?" Zhou Yan pursed his lips, smiled and shook his head, "Our high school bans football, and all these technical skills are learned from watching TV..."
Twenty-two people rested for more than 40 minutes before starting to change venues and start the second half of the game.
In the first five minutes, Zhou Yan won a free kick in the frontcourt.
Of course it was Zhou Yan who took the penalty.
Zhou Yan felt the direction of the wind, then took a dozen steps back before starting to take off and take off...
"Bang..."
There was a muffled sound, and the football scraped against the wall and hit the blind spot of the goal.
The goalkeeper standing under the goal frame did see it, but unfortunately he couldn't reach it, and the ground was still hard, and he didn't have professional goalkeeper equipment. He could only watch the ball fly into the goal...
Two to zero.
Classmate Zhou Yan scored twice.
After scoring the goal, Zhou Yan also enjoyed a "full body massage" service from his teammates. I don't know who hurt the goal, but he must have messed up the long hair on Zhou Yan's head, as if he had suffered an accident.
Like a tornado.
You are so jealous!
Although there was a sufficient break at halftime, we only played good football for fifteen minutes in the second half, and the rest of the time was all melee.
At the end, the twenty-two people on the field simply stood upright and stood still, waiting for their teammates to pass the ball.
As for stealing the ball?
If you're in a good mood, you can stretch your legs, but if you're in a bad mood, you can just watch the opponent hit the goal in midfield...
Zhou Yan stretched out his foot and blocked a kick that was either a pass or a shot. He took a few passes and passed it to Zhao Ruijie.
This was already the fifteenth pass disguised as a shot intercepted by Zhou Yan. The defender in the opposite penalty area intercepted many more of the same "pass"...
"Next time, let's not play in a big stadium, it's too much trouble!"
I don’t know who made a complaint, but it got the approval of most people: the summer vacation is too long, everyone will be useless.
After forty-five minutes of restlessness, the goalkeeper on the opposite side weakly raised his hand and shouted lazily: "It's time!"
"Dismissal!"
The game started at around nine o'clock, and by the end of the second half, it was already past eleven o'clock.
More than 20 people left the playground in a mighty manner and went straight to the cafeteria. As the "big scorer" in this field, Zhou Yan was forced to let go and treat these animals to a bottle of drink.
Then, Zhou Yan only had a few cents left on his meal card, so he had no choice but to give Zuo Jiyun a meal.
A group of young people who are passionate about football are not idle even when eating. It is the European Cup and the national football team.
At present, the Galaxy Battleship is at its peak, so it is naturally the focus of discussion.
However, not everyone likes the all-star performance of Galacticos: among the twenty people, there are admirers of Samba's technical flow, loyal fans of Inter Milan, and fans of Barcelona...
As for Zhou Yan?
He just likes football and has nothing to do with the team or the stars.
"Hey, Zhou Yan, which team are you a fan of?"
"Me?" Zhou Yan put down the chopsticks in his hand, "It turned out to be orange flames. But then, who are you no longer a fan of?"
Everyone was a little confused: "Why?"
"Domestic games are like slow motion of foreign games," Zhou Yan grinned. "Foreign games are exciting, but when I think of our own team, I feel suffocated and angry..."
Zhou Yan looked at these new friends who were a little shocked, and added with a smile: "If you want to be a fan, it should be Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi."
At the moment, Cristiano Ronaldo is just emerging, while Messi has just suffered an injury and has not appeared for more than half a year, so he is far less popular than Beckham, Raul, Zidane and others.
As for the reasons why Zhou Yan is a fan of these two people: he is a fan of Cristiano Ronaldo because he is self-disciplined; and he is a fan of Messi because to a certain extent he is a fan of Barcelona's passing control...
In fact, Barcelona's passing control is the most suitable for the national football team, and the requirements for personal physical fitness are not very high.
It's a pity that the national football team is fundamentally crooked. It can't even pass the test of physical fitness and basic skills, let alone technical football such as passing and controlling...
Carrots and cabbages, everyone has their own preferences.
Although a group of people didn't understand why Zhou Yan was a fan of two newbies, they didn't ask any more questions.
After lunch, I don’t know who took the lead and found a place where we could talk frankly: the bathhouse.
After taking off their clothes, a group of people finally understood where Zhou Yan's abnormal strength came from: there was not a trace of fat on his thick thighs...
"Damn it, Zhou Yan, how did you practice?"
"Ten kilometers a day, and do hundreds of push-ups when I have nothing to do!"
"Cow!"
Of course, some people also noticed the scar on Zhou Yan’s forearm that has not completely faded away.
"Your arm..."
"Let the little gangster scratch him with a knife," Zhou Yan chuckled, "But that guy can't be saved, let me kick him away..."
When Zhou Yan talked, it was a bit like storytelling, and he successfully made the friends around him think he was bragging...
