football career from scratch

The originally noisy training hall suddenly became quiet.

"Did I hear you right? He alone... wants to challenge our entire team?"

"I should have heard correctly, but this child is probably crazy. He is so young, so pitiful."

"Oh, I really shouldn't, a little fool, and said that I want to beat him, it's too cruel, it's too wrong."

I almost went crazy when I opened the scroll.

"I'm not wrong! I'm here to challenge your entire team! If I win, then your team will be disbanded! Especially you, Bu Qingyun, you are not allowed to make trouble in the underground football world again!" Juan pointed at Bu Qingyun and shouted loudly.

"Boy, be careful what you say." Niu Hong is also a very imposing person: "Why are you making wind and rain?"

"I'm not going to argue with you."

Open the scroll and said, everyone rolled their eyes: "You kid has talked a lot since you came here, and now you want to talk about it?"

"Okay, I promise you, what do you want to bet?" Bu Qingyun smiled unexpectedly, and then said.

Now it was everyone's turn to look at Bu Qingyun, Meng Zhaohui even wanted to reach out and touch Bu Qingyun's head to see if he had a fever, but Bu Qingyun turned his head away to hide.

"Stylish." Zhang Kaijuan nodded: "Look at it."

After saying this, he opened the scroll and looked around: "Do you have any chalk?"

Xiao Zhao looked at Bu Qingyun, saw Bu Qingyun nodded to him, then picked up a piece of chalk from the side of the blackboard, and threw it to Zhang Kaijuan.

He opened the scroll and walked towards one of the goals, then looked at it casually, bent down and began to draw on the floor.

He seemed to just draw a circle randomly, but drew a very regular circle on the floor.

"This line is five meters away from the goal in any direction. If you shoot outside this line, as long as you can break through the gate guarded by me, you will be considered a winner. But if each of you shoots once, none of you can break through my guard. If you open the door, you will lose, Bu Qingyun, you will disband the team, and at the same time, you will never come to the underground football field to compete!" Zhang Kaiju threw away the chalk in his hand, clapped his hands, and said.

"You have such a beautiful idea. Don't you know that if we play a game, the income will be tens of millions?" Gu Peng said viciously.

"There are so many?"

He was a little dumbfounded at the moment when he opened the scroll, but he quickly stiffened up: "Why, are you afraid of losing? It's fine if you're afraid of losing, and I won't embarrass you. Anyway, you just know that you will be cowarded when you meet me. ..."

"I want to beat this kid up again, Xiaoma go and catch him!" Gu Peng clenched his fists and shouted.

Xiao Ma agreed, and then Sa Yazi rushed to Zhang Kaijuan, and quickly grabbed him.

His unrolled face turned pale again. Judging by Xiaoma's speed, even if he hid outside the door, he would catch up to him...

"Wen fights, not martial fights." Bu Qingyun waved his hand, letting Xiao Ma let go and open the scroll: "I promised you, but you lost, what should I do?"

"Boss, do you really want to agree?" Zuo Feng was taken aback.

"Yes, we have nothing to be afraid of." Bu Qingyun said lightly.

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone's hearts settled down—yes, what do we have to be afraid of?

Then everyone looked at Zhang Kaijuan.

"If I lose, I can do whatever you ask me to do. Anyway, I will obey you." Zhang Kaiju puffed out his chest.

"This bet is a big loss for us..."

Just halfway through Zuo Feng's words, Bu Qingyun nodded his head: "Okay, that's it."

Opening the scroll, he glanced at Bu Qingyun in surprise, but saw Bu Qingyun's calm face.

He gave Bu Qingyun a thumbs up: "Okay, Bu Qingyun, I don't care what your purpose is, but you are indeed a good man! This bet, I will fight with you!"

"Okay, stand in front of the goal, we will start shooting soon." Bu Qingyun said with a smile.

Zhang Kaiju nodded, then stroked his hand to rest, and then felt that his clothes were a bit too much, which affected his movements, so he immediately began to take off his clothes.

After taking off the bloated jacket, only a jersey was left on Zhang Kaijuan.

It is already December, and it is already very cold outside Ningshui City, but the heating in this training hall is fully turned on, otherwise they would not be able to train in down jackets.

After moving his body, he opened his roll and stood in front of the goal, saying in a deep voice, "I'm ready!"

"Don't you wear gloves?" Bu Qingyun asked.

"It's no use."

He opened the scroll and nodded.

The goal of futsal is two meters high and three meters long. If a big man like Dong Lin stands in front of the goal, even if he doesn't move, he can block a part of the goal to death.

And standing in front of the door with the scroll opened, it looks a little small.

His height is about the same as that of Bu Qingyun, and he is only 1.7 meters eight when he is stretched to death. He is not big, and his figure even looks a little slender.

But his arms seemed a little longer than the average person.

Bu Qingyun looked at the open book that was waiting in full battle, then thought for a while, and pointed to the pony.

"Xiao Ma, you have practiced shooting a lot recently, go try it and see if you have improved." Bu Qingyun smiled.

Xiao Ma nodded, then picked up a football and ran directly to the opposite half.

"It's so far away..." Zhang Kaiju thought.

"Well, Xiao Ma wants to use his own acceleration to drive strength, which is what he is good at. Shooting while running is better." Bu Qingyun nodded and explained to the others.

Sure enough, Xiao Ma started to speed up after running into the opponent's half. He dribbled the ball directly to the gate guarded by Zhang Kaijuan. His movement of dribbling and breaking through was very simple, that is, to move the ball forward, and then start to sprint!
Soon, he ran at his top speed. After the last pass, he accelerated towards the ball. When the ball was about to roll over the white line, he caught up with the ball and was running Zhong swung his right foot, and with the help of his sprinting speed, he shot the ball forcefully!

"Beautiful!" Many people shouted. The power of the pony's shot itself is not very great, but when the power of sprinting is started to drive, his power has been greatly compensated, and this time He also grasped the shot very well, and the ball flew to the lower left corner of the goal accurately!
In the eyes of many people, one shot, and that one open the scroll, you have to surrender!

However, when they looked in the direction of the goal, they found that when the ball was shot, the roll had already responded!

Unlike ordinary futsal goalkeepers who seldom fit and throw out, when they open their rolls and kick their feet, the whole person throws out!

At the same time as he was throwing out, his unrolled arms began to stretch out with all their strength, and they were dangerously placed on the flight path of the ball. Then, with the palm of his hand, he lifted the ball out!

The ball, which was advancing rapidly, slowed down, spun around in the air, and then flew out of the baseline...

Zhang Kaijuan rolled while falling to the ground, then stood up and returned to the goal.

"Next." He opened the volume and said simply.

At this time, he stopped chattering, but his body began to erupt with momentum.

"This kid's reaction is really sensitive..." Such a thought popped up in the minds of all the players of the Qianshan team.

Bu Qingyun clapped his hands.

"Excellent reaction and judgment." He looked at Zhang Kai and laughed: "I'm also starting to be a little curious about your origin."

Zhang Kaijuan snorted: "I know it well, so why ask more questions."

The conversation between the two of them made others confused, but Bu Qingyun just smiled and didn't discuss this issue in depth.

"Go on, we still have eleven people, use more energy when shooting, this is different from ordinary games." Bu Qingyun laughed.

The other players nodded silently. This is actually not a serious game. After all, in a game, it is impossible to limit you to shooting from five meters away. You can use various methods to deal with the goalkeeper.

"I'll be the second one!"

Liu stood up. His strength is not very outstanding in the team, but he has practiced a lot of shooting and other basics during this period.

Da Liu never thought that he could break through the gate guarded by Zhang Kaijuan. After all, Xiaoma's shot was already very good. He just wanted to let Zhang Kaijuan make one more save so that other teammates could see his strength clearly.

Da Liu didn't retreat very far, he just took two steps back, and then started to accelerate.

Take a shot!

The ball flew to the upper right corner of the goal. The pony shot was at the lower left corner of the goal before. Liu wanted to see the level of the other direction.

Zhang Kaijuan didn't throw it out this time, but moved quickly with his feet, and then jumped up, holding the ball tightly with both hands.

"The gesture is very good, it seems that it has been very professionally trained." Ma Gan evaluated it with the eyes of a goalkeeper.

"Have you accepted it too?" Gu Peng asked.

Ma Gan blushed: "Boss, stop joking."

"Continue." Bu Qingyun waved his hand, but he signaled Dong Lin Zuofeng and Meng Zhaohui not to rush up and let others try first.

Xiao Zhao, Mao Tou, Ma Gan, Glasses, Gu Peng... They started to try one by one, but it is not easy to hit such a door within the range of the door. Well, when they shot, they didn't move when they opened and scrolled. It was obviously judged that the ball could not fly into the goal.

"This guy's judgment is also very good." Meng Zhaohui whispered to Bu Qingyun, otherwise, he would not have reacted at all to the two flying balls. This is obviously because he has absolute confidence in himself did it!

"Not only is he confident, but he also uses this action to put pressure on us and put you under more psychological pressure. He is really a good goalkeeper." Bu Qingyun laughed.

"What if we really lose? Are we really disbanding the team?" Zuo Feng asked worriedly.

"Then what's the problem? Anyway, we've already made so much money. At the end of the day, we'll form a team and go to other cities to play underground football games..." Meng Zhaohui was very open-minded.

"Well, if I lose, I will quit underground football." Bu Qingyun said lightly.

The faces of the others changed drastically at the same time.