Football Kung Fu Player

Paraguay football Olympic team.

After a morning of discussion, recalling that bright red figure in their minds, most of the players could not help but feel a lingering haze in their hearts.

"Team leader, are we really going to play against the Chinese team in the next game?"

Looking at the weakened other football players, a Paraguayan football teammate couldn't help but say.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Paraguay's football captain glanced at the players around him in distress, and sighed, "Who told us to win the lottery? It can only be said that it is God's will."

"Give me a start, what do you look like!"

The sudden stern voice of reprimand shocked the hearts of a group of decadent Paraguayan Olympic soccer players. Then they looked at the assistant coach who walked in through the door with "403" and stared at them with full of anger. hold on.

"Many horsepower, there is no way to do it. Wang Xing's strength, these guys also understand that they are completely superior to them. Isn't the performance of the Greek team just now a good example?"

The Paraguayan team leader, who was on the side of this group of players, looked at the furious football assistant, sighed, walked to Ma Lido's side, and persuaded him: "Don't talk about these guys, even I am a little bit worried, how should I deal with this situation?" The first Chinese Olympic football team."

"Team leader, it's too early to draw conclusions. Even if Wang Xing's strength is astonishing, our strength should definitely not be inferior to the Chinese Olympic football team. The main threat is just that Wang Xing That's all."

Malido said while analyzing the situation they were facing now, frowning.

"This is the fact. None of us can restrain that young man from the Celestial Dynasty. I heard that today he broke the track and field world record twice."

Spreading his hands helplessly, facing Ma Lido's analysis, the Paraguayan football team leader felt a little powerless and sighed.

"Counting yesterday's game, Wang Xing has already broken eight world records, he is really an out-and-out monster.

A Paraguayan player who interrupted suddenly, looked at the team leader who mentioned this miraculous deed in an envious tone, and said excitedly.

"I also think this guy is really difficult to deal with. This year we are really unlucky, otherwise with our strength, we can at least win the third place.

"This is also true, but there is no way, our luck is indeed too bad."

"That's right, if you're lucky, you can definitely get a silver medal!"

Once there was a beginning, many people eagerly participated in the discussion. Not long after, the haze in the hearts of these Paraguayan players dissipated a lot. Everyone's face

They were more or less confident, as if they hadn't completely given up just because they met Wang Xing.

Anyway, it's a lost situation, why not lose more beautifully.

"A group of guys who don't live up to expectations, but since we met the Chinese team, maybe this is God's guidance, let us give it a go, I believe the Paraguayan people will not blame you!"

At this point, even the Paraguayan football team leader laughed, waved his hand, and cursed.

In the face of a truly invincible enemy, they will not die and surrender, and sometimes retreating is often a better choice.

"team leader!"

Wang Xing, who was about to enter the preparation area, heard a very excited greeting from behind.

When he saw Qu Bo and his team wearing team uniforms, before Wang Xing greeted him with a smile, Qu Bo rushed to Wang Xing's side and said excitedly: "Captain, you are really against the sky. I watched yesterday's game, I really have nothing to say, it's too strong!"

"That's right, I also watched yesterday's match, and they tortured those foreigners."

"That's not all. In that 10,000-meter long-distance track and field run, I was still worried about the captain's physical strength, but suddenly broke the world record. Haha, let those track and field athletes who have been training, how should they live?"

"The group of Greeks and Han Chinese, I think it's probably already smoked by the captain's anger."

A group of people from the Tianchao Football National Olympic Team surrounded Wang Xing and discussed livelyly. Instead, they treated the Olympic quarter football match, which should have been held seriously, as an ordinary training match. No one did it for this. And feel half tense....

"Okay, if you continue pestering Wang Xing like this, the competition will begin." Shen Xiangfu criticized pretending to be dissatisfied.

"Yes, coach."

They nodded with great excitement. With their current state, facing the next match against Paraguay should be an extremely easy thing.

Because of the fact, this is the case.

"Wang Xing!" "Wang Xing!"

"Wang Xing!"

As always, the welcome sound, when Wang Xing appeared on the stage, all the Tianchao audience gave out enthusiastic and excited shouts, and some other foreign audiences also joined the fanatical Wang Xing.

"Oh, no matter how you look at it, I think the captain is too much."

Seeing the deafening shouts from the audience around him, Qu Bo all focused their eyes on Wang Xing and said pretending to be dissatisfied.

"That's right, how can we say that the captain is also on the same team as us, how can he attract more than half of the fans at once." Yan Song also nodded along the way.

"That's right, that's right, it feels like the few of us have been reduced to a foil."

"Protest, and strongly demand that the captain distribute some fans to us. 1.3 Otherwise, our souls will be severely damaged. 11

Standing on the green court, several players who were closer to Wang Xing also showed relaxed smiles, shook their heads with a sigh, and echoed with a smile.

The second round of the Tianchao team's group match has officially begun!

Following the coin toss in the referee's hand, the Paraguay football Olympic team kicked off first.

Facing this result, all the members of the Tianchao Football Olympic Team showed unkind smiles.

The key to ball control is speed, and a striker must have excellent speed in order to firmly control the ball at his feet and prevent the opponent from taking it away.

So--

Comparing the speed with Wang Xing is simply too bullying...