There is a dream called football

The school's stadium is on the north side of the teaching building, and on the day of the Class 8 finals, the corridor on the north side of the four-story teaching building was filled with people.

Many boys whispered: "The only competition in this school that Class 8 can watch is football."

"Yes, there are three semi-professional players after all."

"Remember last year's final was between Class 8 and Class 4, and the final score was 5-0."

"Remember, remember, Class 4 is powerless to fight back."

These boys are extremely envious of those who have received professional football training and played in professional football teams.

Li Shan looked around and saw the players from Class 8 running onto the court one after another and starting to warm up. Goalkeeper No. 1 Chen Jing, No. 9 Liu Bin, and No. 10 Wang Chukong. These three are the absolute core of Class 8, and they are the ones that Class 8 has not tried in three years.

One defeat is the greatest foundation.

Li Qiao's school was the first to launch football activities on campus. The first game for freshmen is in October in the first year. The next two games are near the end of each year. In order not to affect the college entrance examination, there is no competition in the last year.

Contest.

Li Shan asked everyone to gather in a circle, and he stood in the circle.

"For most of you, football may be a passer-by in life. In the future, you may become civil servants, police officers, doctors, and teachers, but I think few people will regard football as a lifelong career."

Li Shan continued: "Go and enjoy your last football game for three years in high school. I know Class 8 is very strong and the possibility of us defeating Class 8 is very small, but remember Milu's words, attitude determines everything, no matter what

Whether you play football or not in the future, I will give you these words."

Li Shan's time with the players was short, but the changes he brought to everyone were huge. At least everyone had more energy when playing football. His dream bombardment made many people fall in love with football for the first time.

football!

It is no longer a sport of 11 people chasing a ball, but a hobby, even a dream.

People need dreams, they are seeds. No matter how tall the towering tree is, isn't it the ultimate starting point of an inconspicuous seed?

However, after the game started, reality came into play, and Class 8 showed its strength in the first minute.

No. 10 Wang Chukong passed the ball in front of the penalty area. No. 9 Liu Bin, also a shooter from Class 8, didn't wait for the ball to hit the ground and directly swiped the ball.

The ball went slightly over the crossbar, and the spectators exclaimed, but unfortunately it didn't go in, while Yan Xiao was still in a daze in front of the goal.

He Zheng was furious, "Cheer up, everyone."

Yan Xiao was about to take the goal kick, and He Zheng ran over and signaled that the ball should be taken by himself. He was going to use this opportunity to remind Yan Xiao.

"Don't be stupid. At least you jumped out just now. Who can show you that stupid thing?"

He Zheng felt that since the opponent shot, the goalkeeper always had to make a save, which at least looked more professional.

Yan Xiaomumu nodded, but it had to be said that Liu Bin's shot was faster than most of his teammates, which was a speed he had never encountered before.

There was no suspense. After the start, Class 8 was playing against Class 6. Class 8 had the metronome of Wang Chukong to pick up the ball in the midfield, so every player would not run around.

In fact, when teammates run around, the final analysis is that the person passing the ball is unreliable. It's like sailing. If the ship goes astray, it must be the helmsman's responsibility.

Watching Wang Chukong take the ball, He Zheng clenched his fists, feeling like he was too weak to exert any strength. He pounced forward, but every time Wang Chukong was able to separate the ball from He Zheng with very reasonable movements.

He Zheng wondered, "Is it because my legs are short? Or is this kid protecting the ball just right?"

Every time he comes here, the referee who is a part-time physical education teacher will blow the whistle. He Zheng must have committed a foul.

"Damn it, why can't I grab it?"

Normally, He Zheng would have been unable to hold back his violent temper, but at this time, he suddenly calmed down when he saw the downward gesture of Li Shan's hands on the sidelines.

I don't know why, but after a week of contact, he developed a sense of trust in Li Shan, and always felt that Coach Li had a solution.

However, 10 minutes into the first half, the iron barrel formation of Class 6 was still torn apart, and Class 8 scored!

Wang Chukong faked two consecutive shots in front of the penalty area. A group of people gathered in front of the penalty area of ​​Class 6. In the end, Wang Chukong passed the ball to Liu Bin who was inserted. Facing the goalkeeper, he directly pushed the ball into the far corner and scored!

As soon as this goal was scored, the spectators were filled with excitement. Don't the spectators just hope to score more goals? It would be better to score 8 or 10, that would be great.

Class 6 is like a defeated rooster. The tactics formulated by the coach before the game are to defend in the first half, try not to concede the ball, and then strive to counterattack in the second half.

Li Shan had a beautiful idea of ​​Italian football's special skills, but obviously the reality is much more complicated than he imagined.

But the bigger blow was yet to come. One minute later, Wang Chukong shot a shot from outside the penalty area. Although the power was very strong, the angle was actually very right, but Yan Xiao was obviously not ready. His gesture for the ball was wrong, and the ball flew in after the beater.

The goal.

Karius!

This was Li Qiao's first reaction.

But people in this era don’t know who Karius is. What they know is Barthez, the bald national champion of France.

"Damn it, Yan Xiao, you are possessed by Bathetz." He Zheng said to himself. Everyone had some opinions, but...

Who would rub salt into Yan Xiao's wounds at this time? He was almost crying.

Falling behind 0-2 before the first half was even halfway through, Li Shan felt that something was wrong and that the team might collapse.

Li Shan has rich experience watching football. Sometimes the weak teams in the league are defeated by the strong teams and collapse, which is similar to the situation now on the field.

That's mainly due to a mental breakdown.

Self-confidence is everything. If you are not confident in yourself, then the other party only needs a little push from a little finger to make you collapse.

Li Shan called He Zheng over and said, "Hold it for me."

"How do you support me?" He Zheng is usually very coaxing, but when faced with such a situation, he was a bit confused.

Li Shan knew that he had to give a very clear instruction. After thinking for a moment, Li Shan pointed at Li Qiao and said, "Steal the ball and give it to Li Qiao."

"that's all?"

"that's all!"

Li Shan understood that Class 6 needed the ball at this time and could no longer let the opponent shoot arbitrarily. He should give Yan Xiao some time to calm down, otherwise three, four, five, or even more goals would be conceded.

When the ball was kicked off again, He Zheng made arrangements to give the ball to Li Qiao, but before Class 6 could implement their tactics, the ball was lost again.

Class 8 obviously knew that Yan Xiao was a frightened bird. No matter who got the ball, he would kick it towards the goal.

Wang Chukong smiled and said: "You don't need to use force, you just need to hit the door frame to get in."

He Zheng was so angry that he knocked down the Class 8 players.

Not good!

Li Qiao and Lei Wen glanced at each other, and they remembered that Wang Chukong's free kick skills were also quite good.