Chapter 43 The battle between champion and runner-up

Style: Fantasy Author: Moran LanshanWords: 2931Update Time: 24/01/11 11:51:58
Under the leadership of Long Xing, the Jinan team relied on its final persistence to draw the Jiaolong team and qualified for the finals by relying on points. After getting off the court, Teacher Yan Yu came to greet him. Lu Li suddenly ran in front of Long Xing and happily took Long Xing's arm to see if Long Xing was injured. But the jackal next to him said sourly: "Oh, my leg is about to break, so you don't care about me." Lu Li rolled her eyes at the jackal and hurriedly let go of Long Xing's hand.

Everyone drank water and took a break to check their injuries. Qingtian's leg was still a little sore, but he did not force the attack and was still doing well. Yang Hu and Jackal both had different degrees of trauma from knocking their knees and needed to be treated. Two players also suffered minor injuries, which did not affect the afternoon finals. The most serious thing was that Yao Hu was injured in the same calf area as Qingtian, and the pain of the injury made him suck hard.

If it weren't for Long Xing's successful tactical defense and everyone conserved their energy, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold on to the afternoon game.

Teacher Yan Yu looked at Long Xing and the team members under his leadership with gratitude. Open the package without hesitation and distribute functional calcium powder to everyone to help everyone restore their physical fitness as much as possible.

Teacher Yan Yu has done research on the No. 1 Qing team they faced in the afternoon. The most difficult one to deal with is Qing Wu, the No. 1 team leader. All the fame of this team in the county is due to this person.

He has played football since he was very young and has a very good feel for the ball. His physical fitness is a combination of agility and strength. In every game, he uses a sharp sword, able to quickly break through the opponent's defense and go straight to the key goal.

There are very few goalkeepers who can guard him. With Seigo as a sharp sword, the other members of the Issei team focus on defense. The rock-solid pressure can be felt on both the back line and the goalkeepers. Very few forwards were able to break through their defence.

Teacher Yan Yu finished his analysis and finally said calmly: "Pressure is motivation. If you shrink back in the face of difficulties, you will never become a truly strong person. We have reached the last step. Whether we can defeat the First Youth Team and win the championship is not The most important thing is that everyone can break through their own limits. Dare to face it bravely is the foundation of our team. Long Xing, how do you think we can deal with such a strong team next?"

After Teacher Yan Yu's impassioned words, the other team members were affected. Long Xing frowned. It seemed that the teacher still wanted to win the championship. He was tied to the chariot of Jinan Middle School, and it was difficult to get off. Facing a strong enemy, most of the team members were injured to varying degrees, and their physical fitness declined in consecutive games, which were the most unfavorable factors. How should I cope with it? I was also very anxious inside.

Qingtian on the side was ignited by Teacher Yan Yu's words, and said passionately: "Teacher, you are right. Only by facing up to difficulties can we gain something. We must break through our own limits!"

"Okay, teacher, let me think about it. But everything must be based on the physical safety of teammates." After Long Xing finished speaking, he sat directly on the lawn, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, slowly recovering from physical exertion, and in the void Evolve the lineups and offense and defense of both sides, carefully calculate the possibility of every step, consider the pros and cons of offense and defense, and maximize the chance and probability of success.

Time was flowing slowly, and everyone was staring at Long Xing, who was sitting cross-legged on the lawn without saying a word. It was a kind of expectation and a kind of reliance. The wind blew a few strands of hair on Long Xing's forehead, but Long Xing remained motionless. Let the surrounding breath fill your body and mind. After completing the last step of absorbing energy and gathering spirit, Long Xing's whole body was glowing with a gleaming light that could not be seen with the naked eye. Suddenly Long Xing opened his eyes and stood up.

"We can win!" Just when everyone's morale was low and everyone fell into silence and expectation, Long Xing suddenly said these shocking words loudly. Focus all eyes on yourself.

"Qingtian, Jackal, Yao Hu, Yang Hu, I said we can win, have you forgotten, we already have ten consecutive victories. Although the opponent is strong, we are not weak either. What's wrong with the First Youth Team? , What’s wrong with Qingwu? Although the opponent is strong, are we weak? No, we will definitely be able to prove that we are stronger than them. Just defeat them!"

Teacher Yan Yu looked at Long Xing approvingly. Lu Li's eyes sparkled and she looked at this inconspicuous tablemate lovingly. Long Xing's words were like a fuse that ignited confidence. Everyone on the team is very proud at heart, who is willing to admit defeat? Especially Qingtian, who was the first to stretch out his right hand, followed by Jackal, Yao Hu, and everyone on the team put their hands on Long Xing's, and everyone's eyes were burning. The confidence to win has been restored, and at this time, their hearts are filled with a strong will to fight.

"Teacher Yan, let me beat Qingwu of the First Youth Team. His ball can only be at my feet. Their defense is useless to me. Everyone follows me and presses in the frontcourt, preventing them from passing halfway. Field!" Long Xing's eyes shone with sharp and soul-stirring purple light. At this moment, everyone felt Long Xing's domineering power and difference.

Teacher Yan Yu nodded happily, he knew that Long Xing was not a thing in the pond. As early as during training, he knew that no one could guard against Long Xing's offense, not even himself, the football prince of the national team. At this moment he was completely relieved.

In the resting area of ​​the First Youth Team, Qing Wu was lying on the lawn. His No. 3 team member Jiu Jin obediently hammered Qing Wu’s leg muscles: “Brother, how did this Jinan Middle School team climb up? The Jiaolong team fell down. It was a bit surprising. I thought it was the Jiaolong team competing with us for the championship again, but now they have changed their opponents. It is very boring. How many goals do you think we scored against them? At least we can't let them lose. It's too ugly, otherwise the audience would think that we are also stupid." Jiujin said flatteringly.

"Well, don't be careless. The fact that the other party can face us shows that they are very special, regardless of luck or strength. It means that they have already got the upper hand. Just use all your strength and send them to the end. Don't let me lose the chain. ." Qingwu was still as cautious as ever.

The afternoon finals soon started in a warm atmosphere. The audience cheered and the enthusiasm continued. The director of the sports committee sat solemnly in the middle of the main stage. Leaders and scouts on both sides were whispering to each other.

The game started with the referee's whistle. The midfielder competed for a header. Qingwu and Qingtian stood on each side. The referee threw the football high, and Qingwu was the first to dive and hold the ball up to the sky. , his purpose was to tip the ball to the No. 2 attacker of the First Youth Team. Unexpectedly, just when the No. 2 player was about to raise his foot to catch the ball, Long Xing, who was following him, gently slapped the football. The slight move did not attract any attention, including the referee who was staring closely at the football. A touch of spiritual power carried the football and flew out from the feet of the No. 2 player. Long Xing kept up with the football with a vigorous step, and pressed it lightly with his hands. The football came to Long Xing's feet obediently. Long Xing changed directions with his left and right feet, and a diagonal arc rushed directly to the corner of the goal. Before the First Youth players could react, they raised their feet and volleyed hard, and the ball flew into the net. When the ball hit the ground, the goalkeeper and the players on the back line noticed it. It was too fast and too sharp. The senses of the naked eye cannot keep up.

"Wow!" The whole place exploded. This goal was scored a bit strangely, a bit easily. Less than five minutes into the game, the distance from kick-off to half-court dribbling was too short for Longxing.

Qingwu was also stunned, "This, this, what's wrong with you No. 2? Where's the ball I gave you?" Player No. 2 was even more confused, obviously he was about to take the ball at his feet. But somehow he scored in his own goal.

After the goal, Long Xing did not return to his own half of defense. Instead, he led his players to press into the First Youth Team's half. According to the original plan, he would man-to-man defense and cover himself, as long as he was not discovered by the referee. , scoring a goal yourself is a piece of cake.

The First Qing team looked at the Jinan team's players in their own half, and became angry. They all pressed against each other like wolves, hoping that Qingwu would use his advantage to attack.

But today Qingwu was depressed. The ball was clearly at his feet, but Qingtian glanced and Long Xing passed the ball from the side and landed on Long Xing's feet. Before he could warn him, the ball shot again with a whoosh. Got into the goal.

The goalkeeper was about to cry. Qinggo looked back at the goal where he had scored two consecutive goals. It still felt unreal. Is this a ghost? The audience didn't care about the details on the field. In short, when they saw the ball go in and the referee blew the whistle, they cheered loudly.

At the end of the first half, Longxing scored four goals and gave the First Youth Team no chance. During the halftime break, the First Youth Team couldn't hold its head up under the scolding of the coach. In the second half, we have to go all out. Surround the No. 2 to death or even cripple him. This is the final order.

In the second half, the atmosphere was a bit strange. Looking at the unkind First Youth Team and the pitch that was like a powder keg, Long Xing reminded the players to pay attention to safety and just protect themselves. They all retreated to the defense zone and stayed in the frontcourt alone. This was Long Xing's Strategy, he no longer intends to attack, he only intends to destroy the opponent's attack.

The members of the First Qing Team covered Qing Wu's attack, but Long Xing rushed forward and directly stole the ball. Numbers 2 and 3 hurriedly attacked Long Xing and even shoveled directly into Long Xing's legs with their feet, but Long Xing poured his spiritual power into it. On the leg, two team members each kicked him, and he sat on the ground holding his leg and whining in pain. The stone he kicked was so hard. Long Xing successfully dealt with the two flankers, intercepted Qingwu's attack with one kick, and the ball flew out of the sideline.

The ensuing battle became more intense. Four players surrounded Long Xing, but Long Xing cleverly avoided it like a string of flowers, and still accurately destroyed Qingwu's goal.

The First Youth Team was so shaken that there was nothing they could do. The final whistle sounded and the game was over. The Jinan Middle School team defeated the First Youth Team 4-0 and won the championship of this autumn Youth Football Cup!

Long Xing completed his boyhood mission! Please pay attention to the second part of Longxing Wood Industry, the growth of young Longxing.