football career from scratch

"Bu Qingyun, where did you go!" In the quiet environment, a scream suddenly came from a corner of the stands.

This scream was so eye-catching, for a moment, the eyes of Bu Qingyun, who had opened the door and walked in, began to turn to the middle of the stand, where a cute little girl with a round face was standing Shouting with teeth and claws, it seemed that he was about to rush to the gate in the next moment and eat Bu Qingyun.

Jian Zhao couldn't stand it anymore, she pulled Luo Xiaoshan's clothes to calm her down.

It was only then that Luo Xiaofan realized that his current appearance was different from his usual ladylike demeanor, so he immediately pinched the hem of his flowery skirt, pretending that I didn't know anything and that I just came here, and then acted nonchalantly sat down.

After everyone's attention was attracted by Luo Xiaofan for an instant, Bu Qingyun walked into the gymnasium Shi Shiran, and after closing it with his backhand, he walked directly into the venue and came to Zhao Yang and the others around.

"Did you appear on stage on purpose?" Zhao Yang smiled wryly.

Bu Qingyun glanced at him in surprise, then looked up at the clock hanging above the stadium stands.

"Isn't it only 10:[-]? There are still [-] minutes left." Bu Qingyun said.

Zhao Yang lost his temper completely, and sighed: "Okay, take a break, the game will start soon."

Bu Qingyun nodded. Naturally, he would not go around saying that he was late because he attached great importance to this game. After lunch, he walked slowly all the way. He warmed up in Ningshui Park on the way. Get your whole body moving.

He didn't care too much about the two games he played for Gu Peng before. He played casually and won the games casually. He should pay more attention to this game.

Not because of the 25 bonus that Zhao Yang promised, but because of other factors.

Sitting on the sidelines, closing his eyes and meditating, Bu Qingyun glanced at the tall, naive big man standing there opposite him before closing his eyes.

Zuo Feng was yelling at Dong Lin: "This game is the same as before, you stupid big man sticks in the front, and if there is a pass from behind, you just try to get in, do you understand?"

Dong Lin nodded ignorantly, looking a little silly like that.

Then Zuo Feng turned to Jiang Hai, and his face immediately became flattering: "Master Jiang, remember to give me the ball more during the game. After getting the ball from the left position, as long as no one interferes with me for the time being, I will definitely Can accurately pass the ball to this stupid big man's head!"

Jiang Haiqu didn't pay too much attention to Zuo Feng's ability to change his face. He had seen such people a lot, so as long as it was useful to him, that would be fine.

So Jiang Hai nodded, and said to Zuo Feng in a tone of admiration: "Well, yes, we won this game, 50, and you are indispensable... This is worth your usual half a year's income right?"

"How can there be so many? It's true that we can win tens of thousands in one game, but we don't have so many games to play. Fortunately, we met Master Jiang to take care of us." Zuo Feng's eyes narrowed.

Jiang Hai went to laugh loudly: "Okay, after winning this game, if you want to, just follow me. I will give you a salary of [-] yuan a month. If there is an opportunity for a similar competition, just give it to me." .”

"Then I will thank Young Master Jiang first."

Zuo Feng was overjoyed. Wouldn't it be more nourishing to be able to hug Jiang Hai with such thick legs than to mix three melons and two dates in amateur competitions?Right now Zuo Feng made up his mind, this game is certain to win, but he and Dong Lin also have to show something useful, so that the boss can value it!
"Silly man, you have to perform better in this game, understand?" Zuo Feng said to Dong Lin in a low voice: "If you win, you will get 2 yuan, but the boss also said that you will follow him from now on. [-] yuan per month is enough for us to eat and drink."

A look of surprise appeared on Dong Lin's face: "So many?"

"Yeah, if I hadn't told the boss that although you eat a lot, you are a big fool, but you play football very well, the boss might not be willing to accept us." Zuo Feng said.

"Thank you Brother Zuo." Dong Lin said honestly.

It is very close to the start of the game, and the two referees are already in place-this game is played according to the rules of the serious futsal system, with the first referee and the second referee, including the official As in the game, the stopwatch is stopped when the ball is dead, and all the rules are exactly the same as in the official futsal game.

"Okay, ready to play." Zhao Yang greeted, Bu Qingyun stood up, and walked onto the court with the others.

This time on the field, you can see the difference. The others are wearing regular football shoes, but Bu Qingyun is wearing a pair of Jiefang rubber shoes, which looks extremely shabby.

"Why do you wear such a pair of shoes?" Zhao Yang asked in a low voice.

"These shoes are good. They have flat soles with patterns and strong grip. They are most suitable for indoor games." Bu Qingyun said with a smile.

Meng Zhaohui shook his head, the truth is this, but they are wearing professional indoor soccer shoes, wouldn't that be better?
How did they know that the price of professional indoor football shoes is not low, they don't think it's a big deal, but for Bu Qingyun, it's a big sum.

But Zhao Yang was willing to go all out, just laugh as long as he laughed, in short, he couldn't pull anyone else.

There was no exchange of pleasantries, the players from both sides asked the referees to check, and immediately began to scatter on both sides of the field, but Jiang Hai went to the other side of the field and there were two substitutes, Jiang Jiali and Jiang Guohua, and Zhao Yang really only had five players. personal...

The futsal game also requires high physical strength. After all, the stadium is small and requires everyone to run non-stop. The game consumes a lot of energy. Therefore, the rules of futsal are different from regular games in that they can continue to change players. The players can also be substituted again, this is to keep the players in good physical fitness.

Looking at it this way, Zhao Yang and the others lost another point first.

Although it only lasted four or 10 minutes in total, just look at how much physical strength the basketball players consume. Running like this without changing players, even if the intensity of the amateur game is not so great, it is enough for Zhao Yang and the others.

"Physical fitness, state, tacit understanding, masters recruited from outside the school... Jiang Hai's advantage over there is really great." Jian Zhao said in a low voice.

"Yeah..." Luo Xiaofan said with a dejected look on his face, "I just hope that Zhao Yang and the others can perform well and fight hard."

Jian Zhao smiled. In her opinion, whether Zhao Yang and the others can win really depends on Bu Qingyun.

What level he is is the key to whether Zhao Yang and the others can win.

It's just that Luo Xiaofan probably doesn't like Bu Qingyun very much now, if she said that, she would probably yell angrily again, and at that time, the game would be impossible to watch.

Jiang Hai went to shake hands with Zhao Yang with a half-smile, then turned around and walked towards the backcourt. He played as a defender, and Jiang Shengshan was the goalkeeper. The other Jiang Shangyun played as a defender with him. The main offense was naturally to rely on Two foreign aids invited with high salaries!
On Zhao Yang's side was Luo Ping's goalkeeper, Liu Junfeng and Zhao Yang were at the back, and the offense was handed over to Bu Qingyun and Meng Zhaohui.

In the eyes of outsiders, no matter what, Zhao Yang is at an absolute disadvantage.

Originally, Zhao Yang and his team were inferior to those with the surname Jiang, but overall they couldn’t compare to each other. It was because of Meng Zhaohui’s better personal ability that they were able to compete with the opponent. Now the opponent has two foreign aids with better abilities. Eat them to death!
The referee checked twice that he was already in place, so he blew the whistle to start the game.

The spirits of the spectators in the stands were shocked - after such a long time, the game is finally about to start!

It was Jiang Hai who kicked off the ball first, and after passing a few kicks back and forth, Jiang Hai went to get the ball. Facing Meng Zhaohui who was aggressively rushing towards him, he did not panic, but quickly passed the ball to Jiang Shangyun.

In futsal, due to the small number of people on the field, special attention should be paid to transferring the ball. Similarly, it is difficult to achieve good results in frontcourt fighting. After all, there are not too many people who can be used in fighting.

After Jiang Shangyun took the ball, before Bu Qingyun came over, he had already passed the ball and handed it to Zuo Feng.

Bu Qingyun turned around and focused on Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng took the ball, which happened to be on the left side as he said, and when he saw Jiang Shangyun pass the ball to him, Zuo Feng immediately cried out in his heart.

"This is my buddy's unique skill. You have to suppress them well, so that Young Master Jiang can spend the money willingly."

Zuo Feng thought in his heart, stopped the ball under his feet, saw that Zhao Yang hadn't come over, immediately poured the ball to his left foot, then lifted his left foot, and passed the ball directly in the air!

Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment. Such aerial balls are rarely passed in futsal. After all, the field is small, and the aerial balls can easily fly out of the baseline or sidelines. However, he quickly realized that the opponent had a A two-meter-tall monster is in the frontcourt!

So after seeing that he couldn't stop Zuo Feng's pass, Zhao Yang immediately turned his head to see if Luo Ping could stop the opponent's attack.

Poor Luo Ping, he actually didn't relax his vigilance and attention. He started to judge the landing point when he saw Zuo Feng lift his foot. Who would have known that Zuo Feng's long pass was so accurate, and it flew into the penalty area very quickly. The sticking Dong Lin's head...

Luo Ping didn't have time to attack, and Liu Junfeng only had time to put his body on it, and he saw that Dong Lin didn't even take off, but shook his head comfortably, and the ball immediately changed direction and accelerated, flying to the upper right corner of the goal!

The goal of futsal is not too big. Luo Ping stands in the goalkeeper and can cover most of the goal. However, Dong Lin's header is extremely accurate and the speed is also very fast. Before Luo Ping had time to react , The ball has already flown into the goal close to the intersection of the beam and the post!

Huge cheers immediately erupted from the stands—after all, most of the people who came to watch the game were neutral, and seeing that they scored a goal at the beginning of the game, there is no reason to applaud!
"They scored a goal so quickly?" Luo Xiaofan opened his mouth wide.

"This is really a head start." Jian Zhao shook his head.