I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 10 Winning

"My bad, coach."

In the away locker room of the Adachi High School team, Shogo Fukuda was not as rebellious as he appeared on the outside. He lowered his head and took the responsibility proactively. His loss of the ball could be said to be the trigger for Fujii Shu's goal.

"Don't be discouraged! The score is still a draw, and the worst case scenario is a penalty kick. We continue to play defensive counterattacks, attack when we have the chance, and shrink our defense when we don't have the chance. We will definitely win!"

The coach of the Adachi High School team did not care about the encouragement, but after the start of the second half, his eyes always stayed on the Fujii tree, and he drank water twice as often as he did in the first half.

Damn it, where did this guy Shen Jing get this guy from? His body can play in the J1 league, but he just lacks some skills.

The coach of the Adachi High School team, who also played in the J2 professional league when he was young, still has this vision. Shogo Fukuda's skills are similar to those of Fujii, but he is at a disadvantage in confrontation, and his speed is also a bit behind. As for his other skills

Players, there is no comparison.

The Adachi High School team, which was shrinking in defense, was suppressed by the Hachioji High School team, which was gradually expanding. Captain Nakamura passed the ball to center Suhara. He looked at Fujii who was behind the ball, gritted his teeth, and passed the ball.

Lifting his foot to stop the soccer ball coming from the Suhara ferry, Fujii was faced with three defensive players. Hachioji High School did not press fully, but piled up a large number of troops in the midfield in order to prevent the opponent from attacking from the midfield even if the attack was frustrated.

Fight back.

Fujii observed the situation and dribbled the football alone into the defensive line composed of three defensive players.

The first one to step forward to intercept was the full-back. He didn't use any fancy moves and pushed past with his body. Then came the unlucky central defender whom he had just used Marseille to spin past. He stepped hard on the turf with his legs.

Speed ​​up and get out of the way, not giving him a chance to fight.

There was only one defender left, with a panicked look on his face. Fujii faced the opponent directly, made a simple bicycle movement, shook his left shoulder abruptly, and moved the opponent's body to the left, then suddenly turned to the right, dribbling the ball around the defender.

, creating another dangerous single-handed opportunity.

It’s endless, right?

The goalkeeper of the Adachi High School team almost had his teeth broken. Facing Fujii's single shot, he really had no confidence, so he had to take the initiative and face Fujii, trying to reduce the angle of his shot.

Fujii originally wanted to kick the ball, but turned around and saw Suhara who had stepped in. He was not offside and was not being marked. He had a better chance of shooting than when facing the goalkeeper.

He raised his foot and pushed lightly, and the football was passed sideways to Suhara, who was wide open on one side. This guy didn't expect to really receive his pass. He was stunned for a moment, then recovered in the blink of an eye, and fired a powerful shot without any suspense.

, the football passed through the unguarded goal and hit the net, setting off a burst of cheers from the stands.

"Fujii-san, thank you... thank you."

Suhara awkwardly thanked Fujii for the assist, but was then pinned down by his teammates who rushed forward. The score was rewritten to 2-1, and their Hachioji High School team had the advantage.

"It's nothing, I can do it with anyone..."

Fujii stopped mid-sentence because Suhara could no longer hear him. In the distance, Shogo Fukuda of the Adachi High School team clenched his fingers and blood oozed from his palms. He was unwilling to give in.

After the celebration, the ball was served again. The two sides were in a stalemate in the midfield until the last few minutes. A pass error occurred. Fukuda Shogo cut off the football and instantly pulled away the center back Nagahama who was following him. After nearly 90 minutes of the game, he used

With only the remaining physical strength, like the wind, he passed through the intercepting enemy, reached outside the penalty area, and when he was about to raise his leg to volley, there were continuous high-pitched exclamations from outside the field.

"Hachioji High School No. 13 Fujii Shu approached Adachi High School No. 10 Fukuda Shogo from behind very quickly. It was so fast! It was almost a sprint speed of 100 meters."

The on-field commentator shouted the man's name. Shogo Fukuda heard the footsteps behind him. Just as he raised his right foot, the football underneath was snatched cleanly. He didn't kick the ball. He used too much force and lost his balance and fell to the ground.

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Fukuda Shogo, who was lying on the ground, saw Fujii Shu after the steal, running with meteoric strides, and the obstacles in his path were no threat at all. He stopped more than 20 meters in front of the goal, and fired a long shot without stopping the ball.

It brought up the strong wind and grass clippings, and penetrated the goal from the fingertips of the desperate goalkeeper.

It's over, it's all over.

Futian Changgo got up in embarrassment. No teammates came to help him. Everyone was in the same heavy mood. The 3-1 score difference appeared a few minutes before the end of the game. The outcome was already destined to fail.

"Good shot! What a good shot!"

Coach Fukai watched with satisfaction as Fujiiki completed this long-range shot, completely sealing the victory. The coach of the Adachi High School team next door had already buried his head in silence.

The referee added two minutes of stoppage time, but the Adachi High School team, which had lost the will to fight, did not resist at all, and cooperated with the Hachioji High School team to pass the ball in the midfield like a stroll, just like the men's football team of a certain big country, ending in despair.

"Can I exchange jerseys?"

Shogo Fukuda approached Fujii, and after receiving a nod of approval, he took off his upper body jersey and handed it over.

Fujii knew that exchanging jerseys was a sign of recognition and commemoration between opponents. Although the cheerleaders in the stands were staring at him, he still took off his shirt and took over the opponent's short sleeves stained with dust and sweat. The sweat on them was so heavy that it could squeeze

Come out of the water.

"I will be a senior in high school next year. I hope I can play against you again."

After saying this, Shogo Fukuda turned around and walked away, his fighting spirit rekindled deep in his heart.

I will probably change projects next year.

Fujii didn't say anything hurtful, but exposed the muscles of his upper body. He is the type who wears clothes to look slimmer. His streamlined muscle curves are full and graceful, and his abdominal muscles are like white and greasy chocolate blocks. Not only did he offend the cheerleaders, but even

Some adult women also stared intently.

"Crack!"

Beside Mr. Miyagi, several working women took out their mobile phones and snapped photos. Mobile phones in the island country cannot turn off the sound of taking pictures. Although this kind of shooting is not considered private photography, it is not very polite either.

"I didn't expect to see such a beautiful boy while watching my cousin's game. When I was in school, my class was full of simple-minded people who only knew how to peek under girls' skirts."

"That's right. I'm already a fan of this Fujii-kun. He's so handsome and stylish. With such a figure and face, why don't you debut as an artist? What a pity."

The chirping of the working women made Mr. Miyagi frown. It was so uncultured to be so judgmental about minors.

"Is he that varsity player in your class?"

Yuuki Gajo noticed Mr. Miyagi's special attention to Fujii and asked.

"Yes, there is another boy named Suhara Tatsuya who is also present."

Teacher Miyagi lowered his head to answer, and when he heard Yuki congratulated him with a sigh, he looked at him with some confusion.

"It's a pity that such an outstanding young talent cannot qualify from the local competition in this kind of team."

Yuukiga made a rational judgment. If he wanted to have the possibility of qualifying, the average level of the players should not be lower than Suhara's. Although there are hundreds of high school teams in Tokyo, they are divided into two divisions AB, but they are similar to Horikoshi High School.

There are four or five such strong teams. Once you encounter them, the outcome is needless to say.

After all, football is an eleven-a-side team game. No matter how strong a single person is, it will not help.

Yuki Herang thought, not paying attention to Mr. Miyagi's displeased expression.

(End of chapter)