Shang Cambridge, who was only one position away from the opponent's No. 10, sighed in his heart. He knew what the opponent was going to do just by looking at his actions. Even if he committed a foul immediately, he would not have time to stop the opponent.
No. 10 seemed to rush to the ball in one second. Because he was too fast, his shooting posture was not even ideal. He looked like he was about to fall down. He started too early and did not use his feet. On the inside, the outside instep touches the ball instead.
The moment the sneakers made contact with the ball, there was a dull and powerful "bang".
The Shang brothers, Li Junfeng, and Yu Jianghai off the court all clearly saw the ball draw a large arc, spin and fly into the net while grazing the goal post.
The referee's whistle sounded immediately. 1:0!
In an instant, the crowd outside the barbed wire fence erupted into a burst of laughter, whistles, curses, cheers, and the sound of palms and objects hitting the barbed wire fence.
At the same time, sneakers, socks, baseballs, eggs, tomatoes, everything from sporting goods to food were used as props to vent their anger and flew in from outside the stadium.
Li Junfeng didn't care to study how these things were thrown in. He dodged awkwardly and awkwardly, but he was still hit by some of the items, leaving stains on his clothes and pants.
In the rain of gunfire, Shang Oxford looked at Li Junfeng with disdain, and was about to rush over to question him, but was pulled back by Shang Cambridge, who had quick eyes and quick hands. He whispered a few words into Shang Oxford's ear before letting go, but Shang Oxford just glared at Li Junfeng hatefully, said nothing, and strode toward the center of the court!
"It doesn't matter, there's still time!" Yu Jianghai, who was watching the game from the sidelines, shouted with all his strength, "Hurry up and score a goal! Move! Move!"
Dong Yiqing, who was holding the phone, was more nervous than Zhang Shuo, because the only voice prompt that the phone had no signal came from the receiver.
Zhang Shuo said a few words "haha" with a half-smile but not a smile, and then his face became as dark as water and he said nothing.
The two of them were silent all the way, and the car drove towards the city of Frankfurt like lightning.
Just after Dong Yiqing saw a sign with white characters on a blue background that read "frankfrta, 15 k (still 15 kilometers away from Frankfurt)", Zhang Shuo's sports car suddenly stopped slowly on the side of the road.
There is a gas station fifty meters away from the roadside, and there is a bus stop further away from the gas station.
Dong Yiqing, who was confused, looked at Zhang Shuo who was frowning and said nothing, and asked doubtfully: "Why don't you leave?"
"The engine won't start." Zhang Shuo walked out of the car slowly, took out a flashlight from the trunk, walked to the front of the car, opened the front hood, and shined a flashlight into the inside, looking at it. I muttered in a low voice, knocked left and right from time to time, tinkered for a long time, and tried to start the car several times, but the car still couldn't start.
"It's over, the car broke down." Zhang Shuo threw the flashlight back into the trunk in frustration, slammed the rear hood, and sat on it to talk on his cell phone.
"Don't you know how to repair a car?" Dong Yiqing unbuckled his seat belt, walked to the car and looked at the internal structure of the car. He looked at Zhang Shuo in ignorance and asked, "What should we do now?"
"What else can we do? Call ADA (German Automobile Association) to come over and tow the car?" Zhang Shuo replied angrily.
Dong Yiqing didn't expect this to happen, so she had to stand on the side of the road with her arms folded and continue to wait.
Zhang Shuo took his mobile phone and spat out a burst of German, and then angrily slapped the rear hood: "They said we have to wait for about an hour before someone can come."
"Why does it take so long? Aren't we already very close to the city?" Dong Yiqing asked with wide eyes.
"It seems that there were several serious car accidents in the city, and their cars went to the city for rescue."
Dong Yiqing wanted to rush back to the company to work overtime for a while, but seeing the state of the car, she probably wouldn't be able to go.
The two were silent for a few minutes. Zhang Shuo suddenly slapped his head: "How about I push the cart from behind and you try to light it up in front?"
"But I can't drive." Dong Yiqing said embarrassedly.
"It's okay. This is a diesel car. It's very simple. You just turn the key and lightly step on the accelerator, just like this." Zhang Shuo said and demonstrated.
Dong Yiqing was willing to try anything, but she was repelled by driving. She took a step back and suggested: "How about I push it, and you try it?"
"Okay, but you have to push it hard, otherwise you won't be able to start the fire."
"No problem." Dong Yiqing rolled up her sleeves, spat on her hands, spread her arms and propped herself on the rear hood of the car, silently shouting "123" while pushing the car hard.
Although Dong Yiqing's height, frame and strength are larger than those of ordinary girls, she is still a woman after all, and her strength is relatively smaller. Logically speaking, she cannot push a car.
But somehow, not long after she pushed, the car's tires began to slowly move forward.
Just as Dong Yiqing was pushing the cart desperately, she suddenly felt that her hand was empty. She lost her footing and almost fell to the ground. When she looked up again, the sports car had already driven seven or eight meters away. With Zhang Shuo laughing, Dong Yiqing's satchel was thrown from the car into the grass on the roadside.
Only then did Dong Yiqing realize that she had been deceived by Zhang Shuo.
She wanted to yell, but then she thought about it and decided to save some energy and go home early. After all, there were still many things she needed to do tomorrow.
Dragging tired steps, Dong Yiqing walked towards the bus stop.
"You come to kick the ball." Shang Cambridge shouted to Li Junfeng, who was huddled at the back. "After passing it to me, you stick to the opponent's No. 10. Don't let him get rid of him, and don't let him kick. Remember. ?”
Shang Cambridge and Shang Oxford often play football. In just one round, he can tell that the opponent's No. 10 is the best among the three and is far above him and Shang Oxford. He originally just earned some pocket money, but he didn't expect that Yu Jianghai would play so big and throw away all their two weeks' living expenses. So he can't lose, he can only win.
This Li Junfeng looks like a stick, but Shang Cambridge is also mute and can't explain the pain of eating Coptis chinensis. After all, he was the one who asked Yu Jianghai to help recommend people. If he had known that Yu Jianghai would introduce a raw melon egg to him, he might as well have brought over his buddies who usually play football together. But it's useless to say anything now, he has to score quickly.
So he immediately told Shang Oxford: Don't pass the ball to Li Junfeng. Pass it to him. At the same time, Shang Oxford should help him cover and attract firepower.
As for Li Junfeng, Shang Cambridge has given up hope. As long as he can hold off the opponent's main number 10 and prevent the opponent from taking a shot, that's fine.
But Li Junfeng was too nervous and kicked the ball too hard. Shang Cambridge gritted his teeth and chased away, but the ball reached the feet of the opponent's No. 8.
"Where the hell are you passing it?" Shang Oxford, who was on Li Junfeng's left, immediately became angry, "You are stupid!"
"I..." Before Li Junfeng could defend himself, his eyes flashed. No. 10 had already bypassed him and rushed towards the Hang team's goal.
(Special thanks for this chapter: Jin Wan Liang 2019, Zhao clan, Yun Ya Qi, Little Ostrich for their recommendation votes)
