"I'm sorry..." After Chen Ke left the field, Zhao Zongji came up to him and said with a look of shame on his face: "It's all my fault."
"We'll talk about it later." Chen Ke smiled, turned over and dismounted, gently stroked Dona, who was snoring and breathing white air, and took the bean cake to feed it. In order to keep up with the white shadow, it worked hard.
Fate, I just took off the stick of incense, and I am already so exhausted.
The remaining nine team members all changed horses, but Chen Ke did not change horses, because except for "Dona", no one could keep up with the white shadow.
"I know you are tired." Chen Ke put his arms around the horse's neck and said softly: "But we have to keep persisting. Who makes you so outstanding? I promise that if I win this game, I will give you the free money.
I want Ying to marry me back as my wife..."
Everyone shuddered when they saw his similar words, thinking to themselves, could it be that Academician Chen was driven crazy by the situation?
From leading by two goals in the first period to being equalized in the middle, how could it be so exciting? What's even more disappointing is that in the entire middle period, they didn't even have a single shot! They even managed to reach the frontcourt only a handful of times.
In the defensive counterattack, it seems that only defense is left, and the opponent seems to have gradually adapted and found a way to threaten the goal...
Although the final game has not started yet, everyone has already lost confidence.
But Chen Ke and his team members remained calm and seemed not to be affected by the missed goal. He gathered them together and gave some instructions in a deep voice. No one dared to disturb them at this time, but they could only vaguely hear what they were saying.
What, 'Those backcourt players, although they have good physical strength, still have the problem of sticking to the ball, as long as we force them...' and so on.
Soon, the gong sounded. The two sides came back on stage...
Watching their backs, Zhao Bian clasped his hands together and murmured in a low voice: "Buddha bless you, if they can create a miracle, I am willing not to take a shower for half a year..."
Zhao Zongji said nothing, pursed his lips tightly, and held his hands in his sleeves until the joints turned white. He was actually the one under the greatest pressure, because it was his decision that led to this situation. There were more than 500 Songs present.
Man, this matter must not be hidden... If word spreads to Beijing, not only will the success of the negotiation be ruined, but it will also be stigmatized as "not knowing how to advance or retreat".
He thought of Chen Ke's cold attitude just now, and felt even more uncomfortable...
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On the court, the two sides lined up and the gong sounded to serve. There was no suspense. The Liao host snatched the ball away again.
However, the Song people were well prepared, and there was no possibility of a sneak attack by the Liao people. In the blink of an eye, the two sides once again fell into a half-time offensive and defensive drill. On the court, the horses screamed, the clubs collided, and dust flew. There were all kinds of muffled sounds, shouts, and painful sounds.
In one piece... In a polo match, it's normal for people and horses to collide. If both sides hadn't been wearing leather armor, they would have been carried down a long time ago.
The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. This football match is no different from war...
The Liao people took advantage of the momentum of pulling back two goals and attacked the Song people like a tide, hoping to score another goal and complete the reversal. Now, they no longer expect a big victory, as long as they can win.
But the Song people, despite being attacked precariously, were still able to keep the two lines stable. Under Chen Ke's command, they kept squeezing the opponent from both sides to prevent them from occupying the front of the goal. It was difficult for the Liao people
When I got to the shooting position, I found that everything in front of me was the horse's legs and there was no shooting route.
They had no choice but to shoot from a long distance, and success or failure could only depend on luck. But good luck has not come so far... The takraw ball made the door panel clang, but it just didn't fall into the pocket.
The Lord of Liao was even more troubled. Wherever he went, Chen Ke followed him and even went back to the backcourt with him. The Lord of Liao said angrily: "What are you doing here with me?"
"Can't I attack anymore?" Chen Ke said with a look of "You're so weird".
"..." Lord Liao almost vomited blood: "I've never seen you play like this!"
"So you haven't lost before..."
"What's the meaning?"
"That's it. You will definitely lose today."
"Hahaha..." Lord Liao laughed angrily at him: "There is still half a stick of incense left, I want to see how you turtles can win!"
"There's still half a stick of incense..." Chen Ke glanced at the incense stick that was used to measure the time.
"What's wrong?"
"Thanks for the reminder." Chen Ke suddenly smiled, then he took back his left hand and whistled loudly.
Hearing this sound, the red knights who had been passively defending suddenly became energetic. The Liao people were shocked and thought to themselves, what's the trick?
The answer was revealed immediately. The Song people finally changed their formation. They gave up their chain defense for most of the game and pounced on the Liao people.
Each red knight clings to the black knight he is defending, blocking his path to receive the ball, constantly squeezing him and colliding with him. Special treatment is given to the Liao man holding the ball, led by two Song people going crazy. The ball was grabbed, making it impossible to dribble, and the ball could not find the target. Because all the contact points were tightly entangled.
The Liao people turned around, trying to get rid of the annoying defense, but under the crazy pressure of the Song people, they were unable to succeed...
The tempo on the court suddenly accelerated, and the intensity of the fight was unprecedented!
But wait a minute... It seems that only the Song people are speeding up the pace, and the Liao people are not speeding up. They are in danger under the crazy pressing of the Song people. They either make mistakes in passing the ball, or the ball is directly intercepted...
"The biggest weakness of the Liao people is that they don't get enough rest..." Chen Ke's voice yesterday appeared in the minds of all the players: "After hunting in the grassland for more than a month, and then playing two games a day after returning, the consumption is really too great." Although they are all strong men and seem to be fine after just sleeping, in fact, it still has an impact.'
'If you only watch their games during this period, you can't tell the difference between them and their defeated opponents. Qi Wang's team scored two of them during this period. Lu Wang's team scored one and played two. In the second goal, the King's team was the weakest. It also had two shots and never fell behind. This situation happens repeatedly and it is definitely not an accident." Chen Ke analyzed for them: "It can only mean that they will shoot at the last moment of the game. Physical and mental decline occurs, leading to a decline in riding skills and deformation of technique, thereby giving the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of you.'
'If they were leading by a big score before, it wouldn't hurt.' Chen Ke said solemnly: "But if the score does not open up during this period, this will kill them!'
'So, our strategy is to use chain defense to consume their physical strength and drag out the suspense of the game until the last half,' he paused and said word by word: 'Then, defeat them with physical superiority!'
'The specific tactic used is called 'press and encircle'! Simply put, it means 'take the initiative to steal and seize the opponent's ball', 'defend closely and force him to make a mistake and lose the ball', 'several people surround him' Opposing players don't give him a chance to pass the ball comfortably!' '
'The forbearance of the whole audience is for this moment of explosion. Put your physical strength, skills and courage into it without any reservation!'
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The audience was dumbfounded. They couldn't believe their eyes. The Song people, who had been suppressed for the whole game, were beaten to death and frantically surrounded the Liao people. The scene was chaotic. The Liao people's offensive rhythm was completely beaten.
It was chaos. They only felt that there were Song people everywhere. It seemed that everyone was trapped in a tight siege. The ball was intercepted and the pass was made incorrectly...
The game was coming to an end, and everyone knew what it meant to lose the ball at this time. The Liao people also fought hard and quickly counterattacked on the spot, but the Song people directly launched a long pass without considering Chen Lian in front. How to catch it.
This ball?
The Liao people hurriedly chased back, and finally caught the ball, but were pressed in the frontcourt. Two Song people, one on the left and one on the right, clung to him, moving around and waving their clubs.
Move it. Even the passing line is completely blocked.
This poor black knight was immediately attacked from both sides and couldn't move! Moreover, the sepak takraw ball that he could easily control under pressure in the past became disobedient at the moment. He somehow slipped out of control...
…
The Song people got the ball in the frontcourt, launched a counterattack directly, and then converted it into a shot.
But it seems like I'm unlucky and always miss the mark by just a hair.
But it doesn’t matter, just grab it on the spot and shoot after you grab it!
The game was one-sided for the first time, and the side that was just being bombarded turned out to be the Liao Dynasty King, who was known as the best in the world.
But everything has two sides. At this time, the Song people also had their defense wide open, with only two defenders defending.
The Liao people's good luck continued. The Song people hit the door seven or eight times without getting into the net. The last time they hit the door panel, they rebounded and landed at the feet of a black knight. They were so afraid of being surrounded and robbed that the Liao people
Without even looking, the player drives the ball towards the opposite side with all his strength.
The leader of the Liao Dynasty, who had been holding back for a long time, immediately charged forward with his horse at full speed. The white shadow galloped forward, just like a white shadow. He passed half the court in the blink of an eye, and instantly got rid of a Song man who was rushing forward. Then he drove straight in with the ball.
The last defender, with his eyes wide open, tried to stop him with all his strength, but was passed by the ball.
Empty gate.
Lord Liao spat, swung the cue and drew a graceful arc. The takraw ball hit the center and flew straight towards the goal basket.
‘Going in!’ There was a dead silence in the whole audience, staring at the sepak takraw ball, but a sense of absurdity surged in their hearts... They surrounded and robbed the whole game, and finally had to rely on counterattacks to win...
At this moment, a green shadow passed in front of the goal. It was a horse leaping high, blocking the ball and the goal...
The powerful takraw ball hit the horse's head right in the middle. With a scream, the horse's head tilted, but it still landed firmly on the ground.
This horse, named ‘Maradona’, or ‘Donna’ for short, is a cross between a white horse and a Persian horse, and was transformed into a polo...
Chen Ke didn't care about anything else, he danced his cue and hit the bounced sepak takraw ball.
Chen Zhong caught the ball steadily and saw that the Liao people were still there - they were all stunned by the scene where the god descended from heaven just now.
Chen Zhong would not be polite to them. He swung the golf club vigorously and the polo flew out into the air and penetrated both sides of the crowd crowded in the midfield.
Chen Lian, who had been ordered to stay in front and was not allowed to retreat even if the backcourt was beaten into a sieve, rushed out. Before the Liao people could react, he lifted the stick to pick up the ball and hit the ball with one swing!
I saw that the sepak takraw ball did not turn at all, and with great force, it smashed straight into the net!