On another kick-off, the midfielder kicks the football upfield.
If the ball is given too high, it is likely to fall out of bounds.
Ye Lan immediately started running and ran over.
As a defender, Wang Senchao bared his teeth and ran over.
There were still about three meters away, and Ye Lan jumped up high.
He didn't use any cultivation, he relied solely on the strength of his body muscles.
Wang Senchao also jumped up, trying to push the football away.
But the next second, he felt a shadow in front of his eyes, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible.
The live broadcast room was filled with 6666.
Ye Lan took off early and stayed in the air for several seconds.
Wang Senchao tried his best to take off, but only his calves were visible.
With a jerk of his head, the football was spinning towards the goal as if it was equipped with a tracker!
"Oh my God! The ball... went in...!"
One anchor jumped up excitedly and roared at the top of his lungs.
This is the charm of football. At this moment, he just wants to run to the stadium, kneel in front of Ye Lan and shine his shoes!
The number of people in the live broadcast room increased instantly.
Someone has taken a screenshot and started calculating the jumping height!
[1.5 meters, his vertical height is a full 1.5 meters! World record broken! 】
[Oh my god, what is this? This is our bomber! 】
[My heart felt like it was going to pop out just now. What is a genius? This **** is a genius! 】
The live broadcast room was heated, and after a brief silence, the scene also erupted with shocking roars.
All the students jumped up and shouted wildly!
Everyone from the Beichen Polytechnic team ran up and threw themselves on Ye Lan desperately.
They hammered the floor frantically, venting the suffocation in their chests.
All the U18 players had cold faces and couldn't believe this scene.
Wang Senchao, who was in the background, looked at Ye Lan with a flushed face and blood-red eyes.
The referee waited for a while before blowing the whistle.
"The goal stands!"
"In just 5 minutes, Beichen University of Technology scored two goals!"
"And all this is because striker No. 86 just came on! Let us cheer for him!"
Such exciting football made the two anchors so excited that they didn't even see the dark faces of the U18 coaching staff.
With these two goals, the Beichen Polytechnic team's confidence has greatly increased.
After the kick-off again, everyone worked hard to send the football forward.
U18 was naturally aware of Ye Lan's threat. The football fell to Ye Lan's feet again. The three defenders looked at each other and ran up.
In their view, except for Ye Lan, no one on the Beichen Polytechnic team has the ability to score.
Ye Lan is a practitioner, and his physical talent is different from ordinary people. He also participated in the school team when he was in middle school and high school, and his feel for the ball is not bad.
He stretched out his foot and hooked it lightly, and the football stopped steadily as if it was stuck to the instep.
There was another uproar in the live broadcast room.
[Don’t you have to start from ten meters to stop the ball? If you stick to your feet like this, how will U18 live in the future? 】
[This ball feeling, am I dreaming? 】
[I just took a dip, it’s a bit sweet, which shows that this is not a dream! 】
[I’m afraid the guy upstairs doesn’t have diabetes! 】
In front of him, three U18 defenders gathered around him. Ye Lan pushed the football forward, speeding up instantly.
The two defenders looked at each other and stretched their legs to attack.
"Closing tactic!" the commentator said nervously looking at the court.
Seeing that the ball was about to disappear, Ye Lan suddenly straightened his calf and moved forward with all his strength.
The football passed through the crotch of the two men.
The next moment, Ye Lan's speed increased again, surpassing the two of them in an instant.
"So fast, he passed the ball to himself three seconds later!"
"How could this be an amateur team? I see the shadow of the world's best player in him!"
Ye Lan relied on his speed to eat two U18 defenders alive.
Wang Senchao's expression changed drastically.
If he were to score another goal, his reputation as a talented defender would be completely shattered.
Seeing Ye Lan heading straight for the penalty area, he gritted his teeth, looked ferocious, and suddenly let go of the shovel.
The shoe spikes lit up, pointing directly at Ye Lan's calf.
Everyone's heart was in their throats, and even the referee picked up his whistle.
"boom!"
Not surprisingly, the two collided hard.
But after Ye Lan discovered him, his speed increased again. Not only did he avoid the fatal kick, he also kicked Wang Senchao hard on the calf.
There was a "click" sound.
Wang Senchao's calf was visibly bent.
"my leg!"
His eyes widened, he covered his calves and howled.
How similar is this scene to just now?
This is how he kicked off Beichen University of Technology on the 13th!
The referee immediately blew his whistle and put his hand in his pocket.
Ye Lan tilted his head and glanced at him coldly. His sharp eyes made him breathless. He paused and took out the yellow card.
"Get out!"
There were curses all around.
This time, it was obvious that Wang Senchao kicked his leg deliberately. Unexpectedly, he was not as good as others and was kicked off by Ye Lan.
The referee's decision was obviously unfair.
The game is paused and the doctor enters.
The faces of the U18 coaching staff all turned dark.
A talented player signed with a million-dollar annual salary was kicked off his leg in a warm-up match!
But unfortunately, the other party was not at fault. Even if it was played back in slow motion, no flaws could be seen.
They could only bring on substitutes.
When the ball kicked off again, all the U18 players looked at Ye Lan with different eyes.
If he was still dissatisfied just now, now he is only filled with fear.
Beichen University of Technology, on the other hand, became more and more courageous as they fought. All three forwards crossed the half court and played vigorously.
More and more people gathered outside the football field.
The number of people in the live broadcast room also started to skyrocket.
[Which strong team is the opponent? He even beat the U18 down! 】
[Beichen Institute of Technology, don’t ask, just appreciate it! 】
[That No. 86 is too fierce. Look, he got the football again! 】
The two commentators were also in full swing at this moment, talking non-stop.
"No. 86 gets the ball and he's taking it forward!"
"My teammates are all stuck, Su Shihao, Su Shihao makes up the defense!"
"What will happen to No. 86?"
"Oh my god, Fried Meatball, he actually used such a classic passing move!"
On the court, Ye Lan quickly moved the football, switching between left and right feet, then suddenly accelerated, passed Su Shihao, and went straight to the backcourt.
Two defenders immediately came forward.
With Wang Senchao's example, they didn't dare to get dirty, but there was no physical confrontation.
Everyone stared at Ye Lan nervously, thinking about what he would do.
I saw him lightly pad the football, and when it bounced, he took a step forward and tapped his heel.
The football drew a beautiful arc and jumped directly over.
"Catch the ball!"
"What a spiritual move, he broke through!"
The two commentators seemed to feel the passion of football for the first time, clenching their fists and dancing wildly.
Just when everyone thought the goal would be scored.
The two defenders reached out their hands in unison.
Ye Lan's jersey was deformed visibly, and when it was pulled apart, it immediately fell apart.
But the two of them didn't let go. One hugged his waist, and the other rushed over and hugged his thigh.
"How shameless!"
A classmate stood up and shouted loudly.
The referee was indifferent and did not blow the whistle.
Just when everyone thought the attack was going to fail.
Ye Lan suddenly moved forward, and the two defenders were almost hanging on him, and he was taken directly into the penalty area.
leg lift,
Bend your knees,
emission!
"Boom!"
The football blasted past with a loud bang.
The goalie looked nervous and spread his arms.
The angle of the ball was too straight, and he had full confidence to block it.
But the moment he touched the football, his expression suddenly changed.
A huge force came, and the football flew away from the palm of his hand without even much change in direction.
"boom!"
The football hit the goal and bounced in again.
Glancing blankly at his damaged gloves, the goalkeeper knelt on the ground.
There was total silence.
Until a loud cry set off the whole place.
"Roar!"
