Football Kung Fu Player

He couldn't keep up with Wang Xing's speed, and couldn't even touch one side of his body. In the face of such a huge gap, Te Reiss' fighting heart was gradually smoothed, and he didn't have the slightest courage to fight Wang Xing. make a fight.

"Wang Xing is now very close to the penalty area of ​​the Mexican football team. Behind him..." The football commentator of Greece, the commentary on this deserted sports channel, also allows the football commentator to have more relaxation However, when he looked at the scene behind Wang Xing, he couldn't help being stunned.

A large group of players from the Mexican football team were chasing Wang Xing one after another. The scene was extremely chaotic for a while, as if they were about to fall into a civil strife.

It's just unimaginable...

"The captain should be fine." Qu Bo swallowed.

When he saw what happened at the front of the pitch, he couldn't help feeling a little worried about Wang Xing. After all, he was already a member of the entire Mexican football team. If there was a little bit of anger in his heart, he would be afraid if he was not afraid of 10,000. In case, if you can't suppress it, it will be bad.

"It's not that you can't see the captain's strength. Although you can't see the captain's strength in terms of speed, don't forget that the captain is also good at shot put. If these people want to play tricks, don't blame the captain. I'm not being polite to them." Yan Song said with a smile: "If you really do it, I'm afraid that the captain will hurt them."

"That's true..." Qu Bo felt relieved, and nodded with a smile.

"After all, the captain is playing against a team. Although I have seen it many times, it is too spectacular every time I watch it." Yan Song looked at the bright red road in the distance with reverence. Huo's figure seemed to be swayed by the wind in front of the terrifying eruption speed.

"This is all commonplace. As for the captain's football level, I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who can compete with him." Qu Bo showed a proud smile, watching all the members of the Mexican football team struggling to catch up in the distance, and said with a smile: "But it's hard for these people, and they really want to compete with the captain. They feel heartache. "

"With this time, you might as well feel sorry for yourself." Yan Song seemed to remember something, looked at Qu Bo who was shaking his head and sighing to himself, and said with a snicker, "Don't forget what Coach Shen Xiangfu said .”

"What did you say?" Qu Bo looked at Yan Song in confusion. After a few seconds, Qu Bo's pupils dilated a lot. He patted his forehead and said with compassion: Why am I the only one who wants to Extra training, cheating, I want to complain to coach Shen Xiangfu, I am almost exhausted from today's game.

"Mr. Shen will definitely not agree, you should die." Yan Song said with a smile: "But it seems that there is still a way to go before you, and that is to help the captain now, if you do enough Excellent, perhaps Mr. Shen will agree to ease your punishment a bit.

"This, it's not very good." Qu Bo looked at the Mexican football team like a pack of wolves in the distance, swallowed, and smiled embarrassingly: "Besides, it's so far away, I can't catch up." . "

"Excuse!" Yan Song ruthlessly broke Qu Bo's reason for laughing.

"Damn, if I knew I would have replaced Xu Liang and the others to join the guard, they played with this group of Mexicans for nearly the second half, but they didn't even touch the hair in the penalty area. Isn't this a joke?"

Thinking that he had to strengthen his training today, Qu Bo couldn't help but patted his chest | complained, and vomited bitterness to several teammates around him, as if doing so would make him feel better.

"You'd better accept your fate obediently." Yan Song sighed, looked at Qu Bo who was looking around with pity, and patted Qu Bo's shoulder with a sad face, comfortingly said: "If you ask Mr. Shen If I beg for mercy, the old man..."

"What will happen?" Qu Bo cast a surprised look at Yan Song.

"He should torture you more severely." Yan Song shrugged noncommittally.

"You bastard!" Qu Bo turned his eyes to the front again, wanting to cry without tears, ignoring Yan Song.

Mexican football commentary room.

A nervous young football commentator was sighing deeply, and looked at the electronic screen with helpless and sad eyes. The electronic image displayed on it pushed him, who was already worrying, to the edge again. In the depths, finally, he raised his head and pointed at the screen. After a long time of composure, he finally spoke: ""The game is still going on... Our Mexican football team is also working hard...."

Behind him, he couldn't bear to say it anymore, because he was really afraid of exposing the eagerness of their Mexican fans. In this educational Olympic game, he did not show the friendship spirit of fair competition at all. On the contrary, it is more like a pure competition that is absolutely unfair.

One person has played through the entire Mexican football team. Such a record has already made him, a Mexican fan, not know what words to use to cover up the defeat of the Mexican Olympic team this time. It is too embarrassing. Looking for There is no excuse to cover up their failure.

"It's just a joke." After saying what he had just thought about for a long time, the young Mexican football commentator stood up, took a deep breath, and whispered in distress.

In this game, the performance of the Mexican Football Olympic Team disappointed them greatly. Although they had expected that they would lose, they did not expect that they would lose so miserably that all the Mexican fans couldn't hold their heads up.

"Forget it, I have to calm down. Now it's up to me to turn the situation around." After the young commentator calmed down, he finally sat on the commentary chair, secretly encouraging himself in his heart, wanting to turn this game over In a bloody defeat, the commentary should not be so ugly, at least give those crazy fans an explanation.

"I, I should be able to do it."

Mexico's youth football commentator, watching Wang Xing's performance on the electronic screen at this moment, couldn't help but gasped, and couldn't help but faintly shaken thoughts emerged in his heart. .