There is a dream called football

A feeling of dizziness came over me.

When Li Qiao opened his eyes again, a middle-aged man was slapping his cheek.

"I'm suffering from heatstroke. Stop playing. Let's give up this game."

The person who said this is Yin Jiajun, the head teacher of Li Qiao High School.

"Teacher Yin...this."

Li Qiao remembered that he was clearly in the operating room just now. Could it be...

A thought flashed across my mind, could it be that I have traveled through time?

After a brief period of shock, Li Qiao slowly accepted the reality before him. He had indeed traveled through time and returned to the first half of 2003, which was the second half of the second semester of high school.

Yin Jiajun put a bottle of iced mineral water against Li Qiao's forehead, "Listen to me, stop kicking. We will lose this goal anyway. There are still 10 minutes left. Even if Ronaldo comes, that's it."

Li Qiao attended a very good high school in Guangzhou. This school has produced many students with sports talents, and this school was also the first to respond to the national football movement on campus.

With the remaining memory, Li Qiao regained his composure. The opponent was Class 4. As long as his Class 6 defeated the opponent, he would advance to the finals.

But looking at the score at this time, it is really disappointing 0 to 2.

This kind of intramural game is played in a 60-minute format, with two halves and two halves, and it is less than 10 minutes before the end of the second half.

Li Qiao was anxious, "Teacher Yin, even if I don't play, you can still replace me."

Teacher Yin's face turned red, even worse than the scorching sun, "If you end up suffering from heat stroke, we will have no one left, so we can only fight 10 against 11."

Li Qiaohan, there are a total of 40 people in the class, 20 boys, excluding those who are too fat, only 15 can participate this time, and several were injured in the first battle, so now no one can replace him.

Li Qiao stood up suddenly, opened the ice-cold mineral water in his hand, took a sip, and returned to the field without saying a word.

Yin Jiajun looked worried, "Don't let anything happen!"

Back on the court, Li Qiao almost laughed after observing for dozens of seconds. This game was indeed amateurish. Everyone gathered in the middle of the penalty area. His team, Team 6, lobbed the ball into the penalty area again and again, looking for the high point in the middle of the penalty area.

Dee.

He is the high center forward of Class 6, who was "borrowed" from the basketball team. He is 1.8 meters tall at the age of 16, but the quality of Class 6's passes is really poor.

Li Qiao made up his mind to go to the wing!

"Damn it, Li Qiao, you've lost your mind, go and grab some points in the penalty area." Seeing Li Qiao standing there alone, He Zheng, the squad leader and one of the midfielders, yelled at Li Qiao.

: "Go quickly."

But no matter how his teammates yelled, Li Qiao stood still on the wing as if there were roots growing under his feet.

When I was a child playing wild football, everyone loved to be in the limelight and squeezed into the penalty area, thinking that they could score goals. Later, when I grew up, I realized that it was not called football at all. Real football is about standing in your position and making full use of the length and width of the field.

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At this time, Yin Jiajun was a little confused, "Li Qiao must have suffered from heatstroke, he is still dizzy."

He ran to Li Qiao and said, "If it doesn't work, come down. If you lose, you lose."

Li Qiao tilted his head and said, "Teacher Yin, is this the last official competition for our three years of high school?"

It will be my senior year of high school soon, and this time next year will be the most stressful college entrance examination. This will of course be the last time in high school.

Li Qiao remembered that in his previous life, this was also the last official competition in his life. Class 6 lost. Later, he took the college entrance examination. Li Qiao fulfilled his parents' wish, was admitted to medical school, became a doctor, and lived in the eyes of others with envy.

A dull life.

Teacher Yin was slightly startled, "You can stay on the court, but don't play blindly. Go to the penalty area to help."

Li Qiao didn't explain too much, and couldn't explain a word or two clearly, so he raised his right hand high and asked for the ball from his best friend Lei Wen in the penalty area.

"Raven, give me the ball."

Lei Wen and Li Qiao both love football, but their football concepts are completely different.

Lei Wen glanced at Li Qiao, a little surprised, "Where are you going?"

The main reason why wild courts do not pay attention to the wing is because the players' level cannot keep up. It is difficult for players at this level to understand what tactics are, and the coach basically does not arrange tactics and is completely free to play.

Li Qiao shouted again, "Leaven, pass the ball!"

Raven distributed the ball to the wing, and the cheerleaders on the sidelines were stunned. They saw that there were a bunch of people on the court crowded in the penalty area, and Li Qiao was holding the ball alone on the wing.

"Captain, what should we do?" Someone from Class 4 shouted.

"Leave him alone, you're an idiot, let him pass it on."

Li Qiao made a pass, but a strange scene happened. Everyone in the penalty area stared blankly at the ball passing over the penalty area. Both the offensive and defensive players were indifferent.

The ball went out of the baseline.

Hahahahaha!

The cheerleaders of Class 4 on the sidelines laughed and said, "Thank you for the rescue."

The members of Class 6 were a little annoyed. What a good opportunity was wasted. He Zheng yelled at Lei Wen: "Why are you passing the ball to him? Next time, I will shoot directly."

No one paid any attention to Li Qiao.

In fact, in his previous life, Li Qiao's understanding of football was much higher than that of his classmates, but he did not dare to show it because he was afraid of being excluded.

"If I live my life again, I won't care about other people's opinions. As long as I think it's right, I will do it."

There are 5 minutes left in the game, and the strategy of Class 4 is to pile everyone in the penalty area and consume the time bit by bit.

At this time, Class 6 was still attacking the middle, and Li Qiao was still standing alone on the side. The situation was urgent. This time, He Zheng didn't bother to scold him, but he did it recklessly in the middle again and again.

He Zheng has a characteristic when playing football, which is to pull his socks back to his ankles. He himself said that he learned from Platini, which makes him look cool, but his style of play on the court is a bit like that of a rough guy, except for his explosive kicks.

, basically nothing.

Every shot failed, and the players in Class 6 became more and more anxious. Raven took the ball. He was one of the few players in Class 6 who had exquisite skills. Dribbling was his specialty, but facing the "meaty" of Class 4

"Wall", there was nothing Raven could do.

At this moment, Li Qiao's cry came from the distance, "Leaven, give me the ball."

Lei Wen hesitated for a moment and immediately passed the ball to Li Qiao. This time Li Qiao made a gesture and Lei Wen understood it and asked him to go behind the goal.

"Haha, Li Qiao finally rebelled for once."

The two of them often play football together and have many ideas of their own, but there is nothing they can do. Other students and the class teacher do not understand, so you can only follow the crowd, otherwise the ball will not be played.

After Li Qiao caught the ball, he took a look and saw that Lei Wen had already inserted into the back of the penalty area, so he lifted the ball with his foot and passed a high ball into the penalty area.

Class 4 still defended with their eyes, because they thought that such a cross from the side would never be successful once 100 times, but this time they were wrong.

As far as the eye can see, there is a person suddenly at the back of the penalty area.