The coaching career started as a college team coach

A long whistle sounded, and the game began.

In this game, the Law School's opening formation was 4-4-2. Wei Le's valued striker Yang Qi partnered with another tall center forward to rush forward. In addition to the monkey-like goalkeeper Jiang Xin, Wei Le found that the team's left back Zhou Chang seemed to be worth noting.

This player was tall and long-legged, but fast. In the first wave of the wing attack of the School of Communication, he and the central defender Fu Tengfei "closed the door" and stopped the opponent's forward who tried to insert the ribs.

This caused another round of cheers from Jiang Xin.

Yang Qi couldn't bear it and chose to retreat to get the ball. When the central defender Fu Tengfei saw that the striker had retreated to this position, he passed the ball to Yang Qi to see what Yang Qi could do.

From then on, the game entered Yang Qi's time. When Yang Qi received the ball, Wei Le couldn't help but stand up. He saw Yang Qi's left shoulder sink, shaking the defensive player who was following him staggered, and hurried to the left, but Yang Qi did not touch the ball and let the ball pass between his legs.

Then he deftly bypassed the monkey-faced tall man who came to defend, and turned around deftly near the center circle to face the opponent's goal. Yang Qi noticed that the Wenchuan goalkeeper had obviously not entered the game state, and he had not had time to return to the defensive position at the top of the penalty area.

So under the watchful eyes of Wei Le and the players on the field, he took a big step with his left leg, and then his right leg drew a residual image. Wei Le saw clearly that Yang Qi used a long pass, and the ball floated slowly, but flew towards the goal.

The monkey-faced tall man was passed by Yang Qi cleanly, got up and walked back slowly, but just witnessed the whole process of Yang Qi's kick. He stared at Yang Qi's movements and exclaimed: "He wants to shoot directly?"

Before the word "shoot" came out, the football bounced slightly in front of the penalty area line, as if waiting for the goalkeeper to catch up with him. When the Wenchuan goalkeeper thought that his fingertips could touch the ball, the football had already rubbed the upper edge of the goal, causing ripples in the net.

"Fuck..." Han Yang stood up suddenly, staring at the figure of the young man who was of medium build at most. He held back for a long time, but only managed to utter two words.

Yang Qi did not celebrate wildly. He just high-fived his teammates who came to celebrate and walked back to the center circle - where he stood two minutes ago. When Monkey Face passed by him, he patted Monkey Face on the shoulder.

"Are you pretending enough?"

Monkey Face seemed to have no reaction. He was probably stunned. It seemed that he could not believe that his team had fallen behind in less than a minute, and it seemed that he had not recovered from the wonderful escape and turn.

Walking back to his own half, Monkey Face seemed to have recovered, as if to comfort himself, and threw a sentence to Yang Qi, "What are you so proud of?"

After the restart, the Wenchuan team still failed to make a few decent attacks, and the only threatening attack was also held firmly by Jiang Xin. Jiang Xin took this opportunity to shake his finger at the opponent's forward who shot.

Wei Le discovered that Jiang Xin was too fond of showing off, and his strength was actually slightly stronger than Bian Wenxing. In several opportunities to serve the goal kick, Wei Le noticed that Jiang Xin's long pass was very accurate. If it weren't for the unskilled skills of the Law School's wingers, the Law School might have expanded its lead.

Jiang Xin's shouting never stopped, which was also a point that Wei Le saw in him. The current goalkeeper Bian Wenxing was relatively taciturn and didn't like to communicate with his teammates, which might also cause hidden dangers in defensive coordination.

Wei Le hoped that all the team members could open their mouths and move their legs in the game, and Jiang Xin undoubtedly met his requirements.

Jiang Xin's encouragement to his own players or ridicule of the opposing players seemed a bit annoying, but it was indeed an excellent means of boosting morale on the court. A goalkeeper who is generous with his praise for his teammates is easily accepted by his teammates regardless of his ability.

When the goal was just scored, Jiang Xin even ran to the center circle to high-five Yang Qi, which Yang Qi didn't expect.

The morale of the Law School team was high, and they soon launched a counterattack.

This time, it was around the tenth minute, Fu Tengfei held the ball and chose to pass it to the left back Zhou Chang. After Zhou Chang received the ball, he sprinted on the wing, and after the left winger attracted the attention of an opposing defensive player, Zhou Chang took the ball and rushed to the offensive zone.

Wei Le's eyes lit up. Isn't this the scene where the full-back participates in the attack that he hopes for!

Zhou Chang stopped outside the penalty area and confronted the opponent's full-back. Zhou Chang gestured to the winger to cooperate with him, but the winger didn't seem to understand. Zhou Chang could only pass the ball from the bottom.

He shook the angle, broke through the baseline, and then rolled the ball three times to the penalty spot. He stretched out several legs in the middle, but none of them could clear the ball.

In the center of the penalty area, the tall center forward attractedMany eyes were on Yang Qi, who rushed out from behind the center forward! He cut in diagonally to the front of the small penalty area, just in time for Zhou Chang's pass, so Yang Qi took the ball and shot!

Wei Le noticed that this time he used his non-dominant left foot!

Yang Qi threw his body out, shoveled the ball, and hit the ball steadily into the upper corner of the goal!

The Law School leads Wenchuan 2:0!

And the goalkeeper who was scored ten minutes ago seemed to be just pulled up to make up the numbers, and didn't even make any saves. Zhou Chang turned his head to confirm that the ball had indeed gone in. He ran towards Yang Qi without waiting for the referee's whistle.

But Yang Qi didn't celebrate, he just waved his fist and clapped hands with Zhou Chang.

"Good pass!" Jiang Xin shouted at the other side of the court. After taking a breath, he shouted even louder: "Good shot!!!"

Now Yang Qi was embarrassed to ignore his goalkeeper. Although this conspicuous bag is talkative, he is too enthusiastic. He waved to Jiang Xin.

This time, Wei Le didn't need to make any comments. Han Yang sighed: "This running position is too awesome."

Wei Le smiled, "Now you know why I asked you to pay attention to him, right?"

Han Yang nodded, but felt something was wrong, "Did you know him before?"

"No." Wei Le took it for granted.

"Then how do you know he is a good player?" Han Yang asked, "Do you have any special abilities?"

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. "Special abilities" scared Wei Le enough. He said unhappily, "Do you believe I can read faces?"

Han Yang curled his lips, obviously unconvinced: "Then do you think I can become a top star with my face?"

Wei Le moved his big face away, thought for a while, and said, "When he was warming up, he was wearing a jacket for the youth training of a professional club. I think he may have played professionally."

Han Yang thought about it and accepted this statement. "If I were Wang Jing, I would think my position would be lost."

Wei Le glanced at him and said, "Don't worry about Wang Jing. I think he can play well on the wing with this ability."

Han Yang exclaimed, isn't this a hint to himself? He suddenly drooped and slumped in his chair. While the two were joking, the game had already started again.

Wei Le felt that it was no use to pay attention to Yang Qi's performance in the next game. He wanted to see more of Jiang Xin, Fu Tengfei and Zhou Chang. They will be a few pieces of the puzzle on his tactical panel.

But Yang Qi obviously didn't intend to stay silent in the next period of time. He used his superb skills to contribute a feast for the few fans on the sidelines.

The cheers and applause of the neutral fans watching the game on the sidelines were higher and higher, and outside the court, a big man passing by on an electric bike stopped his car.

"Hey, hey, classmate." He called a classmate who was going to watch the game. The big man who was just over two meters tall looked quite intimidating.

"What's up?" The student who was immersed in the game turned around and saw a sturdy man wearing a helmet staring at him, "What, what are you doing?"

"Can you make money by playing football?" the big guy asked in a low voice.

"Ah?" The student obviously didn't expect him to ask such a question, "Yes, right?"

"I heard that there will be a lot of bonuses if the college team achieves good results in the league."

"Is it true?" The big guy came to life, staring at Yang Qi who was dodge on the football field, and fell into deep thought.

"Are you still, brother?" the classmate asked cautiously.

"Oh, nothing, watch your ball." The big guy came back to his senses, put on his helmet, and rode his electric bike to continue moving forward - he still had a takeaway order to deliver.

But on the way to ride the bike, the big guy's mind was all about the green field.

From Cruyff turn, Marseille turn to the most basic dribbling and changing direction, Yang Qi became more and more excited, and in the next game he also gave his teammates an assist. And the victim was the monkey-faced tall guy.

In this game, as a central defender, the tall man with monkey face suffered a lot of humiliation.

"Can you do it?" his teammates asked the tall man who looked expressionless, "If not, go down and rest for a while."

The tall man with monkey face did not answer. He was very angry now. He could not tell whether his teammates were comforting him or questioning him. He did not expect that he would not only be humiliated by the opponent, but also doubted by his teammates.

The monkey-faced man stared at the striker who was walking slowly back to his half, wanting to teach him a lesson.