Football Kung Fu Player

"Have you heard... Wang Xing really wants to win the championship?"

At the National Olympic temporary base, several National Olympic team members gathered together and were discussing external topics.

"Win the championship? How to win the championship... rely on him alone?"

A member of the team said unconvinced: "Look at how badly he has harmed us now, we have all been scolded to death..."

"Yeah, this guy is really arrogant!"

"Is there any way, he is a world champion, with 19 gold medals in one body, of course he dares to say such a thing!"

Dewey sighed.

Qu Bo on the side said: "I think Wang Xing is right, don't you...you don't want to win the championship?"

"Thinking about it, but everyone knows it's impossible... It's embarrassing to say it. Look at what the outside world is calling us now..."

"You stopped scolding before?"

Qu Bo curled his lips: "I admire him very much now, without him...we would have been noticed by so many people? If we behaved well, don't you think...it would be helpful to us all ?"

"Think about it, the next game against Han, everyone in the world will pay attention to this game. If anyone performs well, 25 will be worth it!"

Qu Bo's words made Dewey nod in unison.

After all, the attention of the National Olympics is very low, not to mention abroad, even in China, few people watch it.

No matter how good you play, it won't work if no one pays attention.

But now, relying on this wave of news about Wang Xing, it has obviously earned a lot of attention, and the whole world is staring at this disaster.

For the Olympic players, this is definitely a good thing to be exposed to the outside world.

Several good players in the special team, such as Qu Bo, Sun Xiang and others, did play overseas in history, but that was five years later.

In the final analysis, it is the problem of exposure rate.

So after listening to Qu Bo's words, Sun Xiang nodded and said: "Yes, no matter what, the outside world is not optimistic about our victory over the Korean team... Without Wang Xing's words, the ending is still the same. Just play the ball well!"

"Don't forget, Wang Xing's strength is really not bad. Since he dares to say that, he must have something to rely on...... Don't you think that he has been creating surprises for us again? From the very beginning Dancing, dribbling, and shooting!"

"By the way, you have seen him dribbling the ball in the past few days. I really think that we can do a lot in this Olympic Games!"

Sun Xiang looked forward to it, and there were only him and Qu Bo in the team. He felt that the news this time might be a good thing for the National Olympics.

At this time, Wang Xing followed Shen Xiangfu and walked over together.

"Okay, assemble!"

Shen Xiangfu clapped his hands and asked the 22 players to stand in front of him... Wang Xing had also returned to the team and stood on the left hand side. The armband on his hand also showed his identity as the captain

"Everyone, the current situation...everyone has seen it!"

Shen Xiangfu looked at everyone cautiously: "Before, whether it was abroad or at home, everyone questioned the strength of our National Olympics. Although Wang Xing's words were exaggerated, they were also true.....Our National Olympics The day it was established, it was for the gold medal!"

"Now the outside world is not optimistic about our next game against Han Guo, and they all want to see our jokes, so let's prove it to them!"

"Do you have confidence in the next game?"

Shen Xiangfu yelled, but all the team members echoed in unison: "Yes!"

"Okay, let's start the practice match today. Each draws lots. The one who has a bye will be a substitute... 30 minutes is the limit!"

"In this practice match, I mainly look at the coordination, and then carry out corresponding training!"

"Especially Wang Xing, you have to cooperate with him more, after all...he hasn't gotten along with you yet!"

Shen Xiangfu was talking there, and then one by one, the team members drew their own number plates in the coach's lottery box one by one!

Soon, 23 players were divided into two teams of 11 people.

Xu Liang had a bye.

Wang Xing was assigned to Zhang Yaokun's group, while Sun Xiang, Qu Bo, Dewey and An Qi were all on the opposite side.

"How do you kick this?"

Zhang Yaokun shrugged depressedly at Qu Bo, but Wang Xing didn't say anything, and walked towards his position in the midfield.

He's a striker, and he's generally off the tee.

However, a coin toss is required to determine which side will kick off first.

swish!

The temporary referee took the coin and tossed it in the air, and when it landed, he closed his palms together, it was heads.

Wang Xing chose tails, so... Sun Xiang's side started to attack.

They are responsible for kick-off forward Yu Tao and midfielder Gao Ming.

Snapped!

Yu Tao drove the ball brilliantly, and the practice match officially started.

Wang Xing also moved instantly.

His goal was very clear, and he walked directly towards Gao Ming who was dribbling the ball...Gao Ming saw Wang Xing sprinting and was about to pass the ball to Yu Tao who was on the side, but Wang Xing had already dribbled Lingbo microsteps, At the same time, the suction force of Qiankun Great Teleportation is also exerting force on the football.

swish!

Gao Ming passed the ball.

But everyone saw only a flash of a figure, and Wang Xing had already passed through the middle like an arrow.

"What 893?!"

Yu Tao, who was about to receive the football, couldn't help being taken aback. Just now, Wang Xing was about to intercept Gao Ming's ball, but in a blink of an eye, the pass was intercepted.

Wang Xing started to break through with the ball.

The ball is already at his feet.

"it is good!"

Shen Xiangfu patted the ball vigorously on the sidelines, and Wang Xing's interception was absolutely beautiful.

Off the field, he undoubtedly saw it clearly.

Although Wang Xing's goal was heading towards Gao Ming, but the moment Gao Ming passed the ball to Yu Tao, his whole body suddenly started to accelerate like an arrow leaving the string.

The explosive power of that breakthrough opened Shen Xiangfu's horizons.

The speed of the world's number one flying man is really not covered.

Snapped!

Wang Xing kicked the ball at his feet, but rushed towards the frontcourt.

The speed is equally astonishingly fast.

Yan Song and a few players near the midfield were just about to rush towards Wang Xing, when Sun Xiang shouted: "Defense quickly, your speed is no match for him

As soon as the words fell, Yan Song, who had just walked in front of Wang Xing, felt what is called absolute speed.

swish!

Wang Xing's feet swayed freely, his body swayed slightly, and even dribbling the ball directly brushed against Yan Song's body, reaching the sideline!.