"Is there anyone else who wants to play forward?"
At the gate of the stadium, the physical education teacher shouted loudly while holding the roster.
"Teacher, it's me!" Ye Lan, who came late, quickly raised his hand, "I can play forward!"
"what name?"
"Ye Lan!"
The physical education teacher frowned and glanced at it, then silently checked the box on the roster.
The assistant coach has already run over with a pile of uniforms.
"Substitute all of you. You are all substitutes for this friendly match!"
"Teacher, are we going to play football with U18?" a classmate asked with some confusion.
"The school team will participate in the college league on Wednesday. Not all the main players can play. The students who just raised their hands will come in as substitutes!"
The PE teacher explained calmly.
Hearing this, Ye Lan was speechless.
I thought it was a class, but I didn't expect that I was about to participate in a competition.
After thinking about it carefully, I suddenly understood.
It seems that the U18 are really looking for confidence. Beichen University of Technology is not even willing to play the main players of the school team.
The assistant coach handed over a blue jersey, No. 86.
While I was changing my clothes, another classmate with a crew cut came over.
"You are really brave, you dare to play forward!"
"What's the problem?" Ye Lan asked doubtfully.
"Those U18 defenders have very dirty feet. Otherwise, why would the forwards on the school team call in sick?"
"It's okay, we're just sparring, they can't break their legs by kicking them!"
Ye Lan smiled and didn't care too much.
The school obviously didn't take this competition seriously, and not a single school leader attended.
However, the National Football Team U18 paid special attention to it, not only arranging commentary, but even driving a live broadcast vehicle.
This kind of informal competition was held with great grandeur by the U18, with a grand entrance ceremony.
As the players entered, the two commentators on the podium also began to work.
"Good afternoon to all viewers in the live broadcast room! Welcome to the friendly match between the National Football Team U18 and Beichen University of Technology!"
"After a long training period, the World Youth Cup will start soon!"
"I think everyone is still worried about the defeat a while ago, but it doesn't matter. This time the U18 has introduced several talented players!"
Although it has not started broadcasting yet, there are many people in the live broadcast room.
Obviously, everyone is still very interested in the re-formed U18 team.
[How does the national team find college students to play friendly matches? 】
[Hi, we just brought in a few talents, of course they need to be adjusted! If you don't want to play this kind of team to get a feeling, why don't you let them play Sakura U18 from the beginning? 】
[Playing this kind of amateur team is just to find out the problem! After the running-in is completed, it will be the day when the national football team will rise! 】
[Are you too optimistic? Why can’t I find videos of these geniuses participating in the competition? Those practice highlights online feel like staged photos! 】
[Where was the photo taken? The national football team is rare, isn’t it? Think more about yourself and see if you are a qualified fan. With people like you, no wonder the national football team can’t get up! 】
The two anchors did not interact with each other, but began to explain themselves.
"Okay, players from both sides are starting to enter. The U18 team is led by the talented defender who just returned in the summer, No. 6 Wang Senchao. The coach of the AC Milan Youth Team calls him the Iron Guard!"
[Damn it, you can’t be bragging! The ball champion back then only said it would happen once in a century! Wang Senchao meets once in three thousand years? 】
[You just can’t see how good the national football team is. With such a large population, what’s wrong with a few geniuses? 】
Someone raised a question in the live broadcast room, but it was immediately suppressed.
The two commentators have long been accustomed to this, and they still explain themselves.
"The next one is the genius shooter, Ryu Ashiro, who wears the No. 10 core. He is like an elf on the court!"
"Behind him, there is the strongest midfielder of the younger generation, No. 9 Su Shihao. The Bundesliga once evaluated him as a talented midfielder not seen in three thousand years."
The two of them talked to themselves.
Players from both sides also started shaking hands.
I thought this time was just a simple showdown, but everyone in the U18 laughed at me.
Especially the captain Wang Senchao, who would curse every time he touched his hands.
"Kid, don't cry later!"
"Don't your girlfriend dislike it for being so thin?"
"What are you looking at? I'll pop your balls later!"
Although the live broadcast camera next to me is far away, I can still hear it clearly.
There was an uproar in the live broadcast room!
The two anchors did not change their expressions.
"Everyone can see that Wang Senchao is trying to anger the opponent. The result of the game is caused by many factors, and psychological factors undoubtedly account for the largest proportion."
"This is a very mature psychological tactic, but our boys at Beichen University of Technology seem to be a little uncomfortable with it!"
The two anchors explained with a smile.
The handshake ceremony is coming to an end.
Standing at the end of the team, Ye Lan and Wang Senchao held hands tightly together.
"Boy, you have a good figure! Are you interested in working in the club?" Wang Senchao teased with a smile.
"You have such soft hands, you must go there often!" Ye Lan said disapprovingly.
Wang Senchao's face turned red, and he suddenly increased the strength of his palms. His arm muscles bulged, as if they were about to be crushed by Ye Lan's palms.
"Did you not have lunch?" Ye Lan raised the corners of his mouth and said coldly with strength on his arms.
Wang Senchao felt a sudden pain in his palm, and hot sweat broke out on his forehead. He couldn't help but grinned and shouted: "Let me go!"
The camera captured this scene keenly.
The two commentators immediately became serious.
"It can be seen that Beichen University of Technology's mentality has been messed up!"
"However, football is a very technical sport, and I'm afraid it's not enough to just have a few strong hands!"
The referee on the side also saw this scene and had the whistle in his mouth.
Ye Lan smiled slightly and then let go of his hand.
Wang Chaosen vigorously shook his palms that were turned white and cursed fiercely: "Just wait!"
Ye Lan was not afraid at all and went straight to the bench.
The whistle sounded and Beichen University of Technology kicked off.
The two anchors immediately started explaining enthusiastically.
"Beichen University of Science and Technology kicked off the ball, and the football crossed the center line and ran directly to the U18 backcourt."
"Beijing's forward No. 13 receives the ball, what will he do?"
"He was dribbling the ball forward, trying to get into the penalty area! Wang Senchao, Wang Senchao rushed forward!"
"He wanted to tackle! No, I didn't know the distance well!"
On the court, Beili No. 13 was preparing to enter the penalty area with the football. Wang Senchao directly shoveled it.
The sneakers hit the calf without any bias.
No. 13 rolled over and fell down.
The referee glanced coldly, saw that he was not bleeding, and did not blow the whistle.
The scene was in an uproar, with many people shouting: "You kicked someone maliciously, and you're not bragging about it?"
The referee disagreed and signaled the game to continue.
The commentator in the live broadcast room introduced it happily.
"Wang Senchao is very confident! He is not afraid of physical confrontation. The national football team needs such a tough defender!"
"The ball is now in the hands of the U18s, and they are counterattacking! Ryuashi Jun, he is running towards the landing point!"
"Oops, the ball stopped too big! It was snatched by Beili!"
"I have to say that BIT's golf course is too rough. You can clearly see that Liu Zujun's foot slipped when he started!"
"Now that the ball is in the hands of Beli No. 8, they did not attack rashly, but began to test!"
"Su Shihao, he's coming up! The ball is intercepted! The transition between offense and defense happens in a split second!"
The commentary was very exciting, but there was a burst of boos from the students present.
Many students saw it clearly. When Su Shihao stole the ball, he pushed Bili No. 8 hard with his left hand.
Not only that, he also whistled proudly towards No. 8.
The football ran towards the Beili goal frame, but was confiscated by the goalkeeper.
Time ticked by, more than twenty minutes passed, and the score between the two sides was still 0-0.
It wasn't until the 28th minute that the situation finally changed.
