There is a dream called football

Wang Chukong knows common sense about exercise. His muscles have obviously cooled down and he cannot run vigorously at this time.

"It's okay, just let Class 6 control the ball. Is it possible that we can score another goal?"

Wang Chukong turned around and saw that Chen Jing in front of the goal had basically not moved in the first half. There was a semi-professional goalkeeper standing in front of the goal. Class 8 had only conceded two goals in the past three years, let alone losing.

It's an inconsequential loss.

Class 6 got the ball, but the players from Class 8 didn't press. The situation was much better than in the first half. At least the midfielder could control the ball.

After three passes and two downs, the ball reached Raven's feet. He pulled the ball and turned around. Li Qiao was already running forward from the wing.

"This ball should be 30 meters away." Lei Wen murmured in his heart. Even if the ball was passed by luck, would Li Qiao be able to catch it?

This is not playing live football or FIFA. In reality, stopping the ball is a profound skill. If the ball is passed and Li Qiao stops it, the ball will belong to the opponent's goalkeeper.

"Nevermind." Lei Wen remembered what Li Shan said during the break and kicked the ball straight towards Li Qiao.

Wang Chukong's eyes followed the ball. He raised his hand to indicate that the defender did not need to chase back. The ball must belong to the goalkeeper.

Wang Chukong knew very well what standard amateur players had to stop the ball. Even if he caught the ball himself, it would have stopped five or six meters away.

The script in his mind is like this. As soon as Li Qiao touches the ball, the ball belongs to Chen Jing.

"Haha, just in time to counterattack."

Wang Chukong felt that he was very smart and had even thought about the next step.

In front of the goal, Chen Jing was eager to try. He waited for the opponent's forward to stop the ball, and spread his hands outward, ready to pick the ball.

Facing the incoming ball, Li Qiao stretched out his foot, and a huge momentum hit him. It felt like catching a flying ping pong ball, which was a bit difficult.

However, more than ten years of wild ball experience gave Li Qiao a very good feel for the ball, and the ball stopped two meters away.

Dumbfounded.

Chen Jing and Wang Chukong were dumbfounded at the same time.

"That's wrong!"

Chen Jing hurriedly stepped forward to block the angle. His whole body opened like an octopus, blocking the shooting angle to the maximum extent.

If the ball can "stick" in the first stop, it will be a one-shot. If it stops five meters away, it will be a break. But the ball happens to be between Li Qiao and the goalkeeper, and it becomes a five-pointer.

Five-open knife mountain ball.

Li Qiao can't care so much, this ball must be shot!

After two quick steps, Li Qiao drew his bow and arrow, ready to shoot.

"Pump it." He Zheng said.

"Pump it." Wang Chukong said.

The two of them looked at each other in the air and thought about it. He Zheng felt that powerful force could work miracles, while Wang Chukong had a more professional view. In this case, powerful volley was not a good choice.

Chen Jing threw himself at Li Qiao like a sandbag, but he never expected that Li Qiao would flick his ankle.

"Shooting!"

The ball went around a beautiful parabola, bounced twice on the lawn, and then rolled into the goal.

"The ball is in!"

"We scored a goal." He Zheng rushed towards Li Qiao, but he was so excited that his feet got mixed up and he fell down. At this time, everyone else was running towards Li Qiao desperately, including goalkeeper Yan Xiao.

"We scored."

This goal is the third goal that Class 8 has conceded in the past three years. Strictly speaking, with all the main players of Class 8, this is the first time that they have conceded a goal.

Class 6 was celebrating. Goalkeeper Chen Jing turned around and fished the ball out of the goal. As a goalkeeper, he was not used to fishing from the goal.

Wang Chukong ran over, "I didn't expect that the opponent No. 9 was so fast, and his stopping and shooting skills seemed to have been professionally trained."

"It must be luck. Stopping the ball depends on your strength."

Wang Chukong didn't think so, but there was no need to refute anything. Just be more careful next time.

A goal boosted the morale of Class 6, and also woke up Class 8. The wilted tiger woke up and started to bite people.

Class 6's formation was very flat. Class 8 regained its strength in the first half, but Class 6 had no possession of the ball.

Wang Chukong glanced behind Li Qiao, "How can you fly without the ball? Boy, football is a team sport."

Li Qiao also understood that Lei Wen couldn't get the ball. Suddenly Li Qiao thought of a move. If he didn't pass the ball to me, I would go back to take over the ball myself.

Liu Bin took the ball and passed it crosswise to Wang Chukong. At the same time, he ran forward. He naturally prepared to hit the wall to cooperate, but he did not expect that when the ball rolled halfway, someone stretched his foot.

Wang Chukong was dumbfounded, it was Li Qiao who came back to steal the ball.

Li Qiao took the ball and immediately turned back to run. Wang Chukong looked back and saw that his own half was empty, "Not good."

He thought he was fast and immediately caught up with Li Qiao.

It stands to reason that running with the ball must be slower than running without the ball. Wang Chukong thought so at first, but after running 20 meters with Li Qiao, he was surprised to find that this was not the case.

"Has this kid practiced? He can run faster with the ball than I can without the ball."

Wang Chukong's face turned red and he was sweating like rain, but he couldn't catch up with Li Qiao. Chen Jing looked at him blankly in front of the door. Wang Chukong couldn't catch up?

You must know that Wang Chukong represented Class 8 in the school 100-meter competition during the sports meeting, and the opponent was still running with the ball.

Li Qiao ran while observing the situation in front of the goal.

"This ball is no longer empty."

Running from the front court to the back court, intercepting the ball and then turning back, Li Qiao's legs felt like they were stuck in a bath, very heavy.

When he came to the door, he glanced at the far corner of the door, Li Qiao gave him a strong twitch, and then he fell to the ground and gasped for air.

"I did it to the limit."

The ball flew toward the goal and was about to go in.

Bang.

Li Qiao was dumbfounded, this was too much luck!

At this moment, someone rushed over and hit the ball into the goal. When he looked up, he saw it was Raven.

"Good brother."

It turned out that when Li Qiao rushed forward with the ball, Lei Wen also ran forward quickly, but Li Qiao was too focused and didn't even see anyone on the other side.

"Hahaha." He Zheng pressed one person's head with one hand, "I knew you two were good at it. I was right."

sweat!

Class 6 was extremely happy. They recovered two goals in the first 10 minutes of the second half and the score became 2-3.

Is it possible...

We can still overtake it.

Thinking of this, many people's hearts are moved, they are eager but dare not think about it, scoring goals on the football field is the best "stimulant".

If at the end of the first half, Class 6 was afraid of Class 8 by 10 points, then now it is only half.

Wang Chukong had a dark face and said that China's Ronaldo was among the people. This was originally a joke, but he didn't expect that he would actually meet him.

"This kid used to be very ordinary."

Liu Bin ran back and complained slightly: "Chu Kong, you shouldn't have let go of that ball."

Wang Chukong smiled bitterly in his heart. It wasn't that I did it on purpose, but I tried my best to catch him.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell your teammates to cheer up and defeat Class 6 until I can."