There is a dream called football

Defeat Class 6?

The players in Class 8 suddenly found themselves powerless and in bad physical condition.

During the halftime break, these kids blew electric fans, drank cold drinks, and went on the court without warming up. If they were facing a team with a weak body, it would be fine, but they didn't expect to encounter Class 6, who fought back with a desperate attack.

Wang Chukong couldn't run and even felt a little sweaty. "Damn it, you shouldn't have underestimated Class 6."

But the deal was done, and he couldn't retreat to the end of the first half. After thinking about it, Wang Chukong made the difficult decision to retreat.

"I'm going to kill you. Did I read it right? Class 6 is beating Class 8."

The onlookers were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped. Someone shouted: "Students, come and see, the sun is rising in the west."

"What are you doing?"

"Come and see."

The jerseys of Class 8 are similar to those of AC Milan, while the jerseys of Class 6 are sky blue. At this time, the sky blue crossed the half court and surrounded the side with dark jerseys.

Li Shan knew that the opponent's physical fitness was not good, and many people probably suffered from heat stroke, so he had to retreat, but this was not a good thing for Class 6.

Both Lei Wen and Li Qiao needed offensive space, and Class 8 formed an iron barrel formation to fill all the defensive gaps.

Wang Chukong could see clearly that the stupid big guy in Class 6 in the penalty area couldn't get a header at all. As long as Lei Wen and Li Qiao were not allowed to get close to the penalty area, there would be no threat.

"Captain, my stomach hurts."

"Okay, change."

"Captain, I have a headache."

"good……"

Class 8 used up three substitutions in one go. Wang Chukong no longer wanted beautiful football. If he could hold on to 3-2 until the end, it would be a victory.

"Work harder." Li Shan clenched his fists. Our side had a chance, but had no idea how to break through the dense defense.

At this time, He Zheng saw Li Qiao making a gesture, which was a cross-position gesture.

"Why?"

He Zheng didn't understand, but he believed in Li Qiao. One of the two ran forward, the other ran back, making a cross-change.

Class 8's defense became loose, and the people defending Li Qiao did not dare to follow him. Just like that, Li Qiao took the ball in front of the penalty area and turned around.

At this time, the penalty area was full of people. Li Qiao remembered what his father said to him, that good shooters rely on instinct, not eyes.

Li Qiao didn't raise his head and directly raised his foot to shoot a cloud-piercing arrow.

An arrow shot through the clouds, and thousands of troops came to meet him.

The ball shot by Li Qiao seemed to have eyes, pushing away the crowd and heading straight for the goal. Chen Jing was dumbfounded and watched the ball fly until it got into the net.

Class 6 was in an uproar, just like everyone tearing up books to celebrate after the college entrance examination. Completely released, Li Qiao was surrounded by people in the center.

"Awesome, star."

"This ball is definitely not fake."

"Li Qiao, Zidane's reputation in your community is not deserved."

"Hahaha."

One burst of energy will make you weak again, and three times it will be exhausted. If you are exhausted, I will be full.

Class 8 wanted to attack, but neither their mental nor physical strength allowed it. Wang Chukong called the forwards back and defended to the end.

Li Shan waved his hands like crazy, "It's better to chase the enemy with courage. We won't play overtime."

Class 8 cannot be given a chance to breathe. If overtime is played, the bodies of Class 8 players should have recovered.

But here comes the problem. This time Class 8 is determined. All 10 people except the goalkeeper are defending in their own penalty area.

What's even worse is that Wang Chukong arranged for personal defense against Li Qiao and Lei Wen.

Man to man!

Rushing towards people, not the ball.

The ball can't pass anyone.

Li Qiao went back to get the ball again, but this time it was difficult to turn around. Class 8 arranged a moving wall of flesh to "take care of" Li Qiao.

It was no longer possible to forcefully hit the center, so Li Shan glanced at Gaudí in the penalty area.

"Will there be a miracle?"

In training, Gaudí's success rate in grabbing headers is very low, but because of his height advantage, as long as he grabs headers, he will definitely score.

"It's a gamble."

Li Shan gestured to Li Qiao and Lei Wen to hug the side.

Once they reached the wing, the defensive resistance they encountered was suddenly reduced, and they could at least hold the ball firmly.

We have been practicing high center forward tactics for a week. Raven and Li Qiao are fine, but it depends on Gaudí.

Gaudi did not disappoint everyone, he really... couldn't get the header.

"There are no miracles in football."

If Li Shan was given half a year, he might be able to train Gaudi into a real center, but it is a pity that he only has one week.

Wang Chukong saw that Gaudí's judgment on the landing point was basically based on guesswork without any prejudgment.

If you don't have the ability to predict when grabbing a header, it is impossible to grab it. After all, the penalty area is so big, and the probability of being hit by the ball is not high.

Our center had no threat, and Chen Jing had many opportunities to pick up high balls. Li Qiao and Lei Wen passed the ball over and over again, which turned into Chen Jing's pick-up training.

Time passed little by little, and Wang Chukong was planning a counterattack. He left the penalty area early. Chen Jing understood this and was ready to throw the ball and start an attack after picking up the ball next time.

Li Shan saw all this and gave a warning when he handed the water bottle to Li Qiao, who also understood it.

There seemed to be a tacit understanding on the football field. Class 8 let go of the wing and allowed Li Qiao to pass in, and Class 6 seemed to know what the other side wanted to do.

He Zheng also rushed into the penalty area, pointing to his head, thinking that one more point would give him more opportunities, but grabbing points really cannot be done with more people.

Li Qiao gently moved the ball forward and prepared to pass the ball again. Chen Jing was eager to try and prepare to attack and pick up the ball.

"Gao Di, why don't you get angry." He Zheng shouted.

Gaudi nodded helplessly, but he really didn't feel anything.

A curve ball was passed into the penalty area. Chen Jing jumped up high, but found that the path of the ball was wrong. Could it be...

right!

The previous crosses were all in an arc with the instep of the inside foot. Chen Jing is already very familiar with this route, but this time Li Qiao kicked with the instep of the outside foot, and the arc was completely opposite.

"It's not good, it's going to be worse."

Wang Chukong could clearly see the direction of the ball's flight from a distance. This time, he didn't look for the stupid big guy, but went straight into the door.

thump.

thump.

Everyone's hearts were beating violently, until the moment the ball rubbed against the net, Class 8 fell to their knees.

Suffering from mild heat stroke and losing 4 goals in a row, these children collapsed. In the remaining time, Class 8 failed to recover the score.

The moment physical education teacher He Fangju blew the final whistle, Class 6 was like a cattle herding class. Some people took off their jerseys, some spilled sports drinks on teammates, and some played pranks.

Win!

This is the first time Class 6 players have tasted victory.

"It turns out that winning is like this. It turns out that championship is so exciting."

The game is over, but the passion of many people has been aroused, and a dream that they had never dared to dream of hit them hard.

"Do you still remember your childhood football dream?"