Football Kung Fu Player

As the national football team bypassed Wang Xing, after a goal, it shocked the National Olympic team, and also made them understand that without Wang Xing, it would be easy to deal with them.

"Well done, National Football Team!"

"That's how it kicks!"

Accompanied by the shouts of the audience outside the arena, the goalkeeper of the Olympic Games fell to his knees on the ground, full of annoyance, and punched heavily on the lawn, full of regret in his heart.

"Stand up, we will win!"

beep!

After the national football team and the National Olympic team assembled, the National Olympic side served first.

The national football players press forward, but at this moment, the national Olympic players are really embarrassed when they go forward to counterattack. Many times they can only kick forward with a big foot. This is not like a counterattack, but more like a counterattack. Make a clearance at Bigfoot.

Then let Wang Xing go after the ball.

Such a tactic, in Ali Han's eyes, such an attack cannot be called an "offensive" at all.

There is no technical content at all.

"Xiao Shen, it still doesn't work!"

Ali Han couldn't help but glance over Shen Guoxiang's body, but he felt a little contemptuous in his heart. After all, he was also the coach of the National Olympics...... How could he use such a mentally retarded tactic?

No, is this special code a tactic?

This is completely unworthy of being called a tactic!

Just open your big foot like this, just want to shoot?

This is simply an insult to the national football team and football tactics!

Humph!

"Good seedling, you ruined everything!" Alihan snorted directly.

At this moment, Qu Bo was stopped by several players from the national football team. Seeing that he was surrounded by left and right, Qu Bo kicked the ball suddenly, and directly kicked the football to the frontcourt with a big kick!

Bigfoot again!

When Alihan saw this funny scene again, he couldn't help but sneered.

It's ridiculous, do you really think this is a track and field?

This is football!

Is football just about running fast?!

Do not make jokes!

But at this moment, Alihan saw a scene that surprised him—a football that Qu Bo seemingly randomly kicked into the front court with a big foot. Lightning figure!

Wang Xing, Wang Xing again.

Alihan seemed to have forgotten that Wang Xing, the Olympic track and field champion, exploded his most terrifying speed in parallel at the moment of flying the ball.

How the fuck is this so fast?

Ali Hanteng stood up from his seat, and then suddenly squatted down covering his head—he got up too fast, and accidentally knocked his head on the sunshade of the coach's bench...

Ali, who covered his head with his hands, ignored the pain in his head, and stared at the court without blinking, his eyes widened.

Based on the center line, the red figure was like a bolt of lightning, quickly pulling out afterimages on the court!

"Stop him, block him!"

Ali Han ignored the pain in his head, and let out a crazy voice: "We must stop Wang Xing!"

Hao Haidong and Shao Jiayi chased Wang Xing at the same time. The speed of these two people can be said to be one of the best on the football field. However, at this moment, they were facing Wang Xing, the Olympic champion of track and field.

Football is not a track and field game, and it is not just about speed.

This sentence may be applicable in other football games, but at this moment, this rule is absolutely not applicable to Wang Xing.

Ali Han stared at Wang Xing's galloping figure, this speed almost made him feel desperate, it was a speed that broke the Olympic record time and time again, whether it was Hao Haidong or Shao Jiayi, how could they catch up.

"Oh oh oh oh! This speed is simply too fast, my God! He is indeed an Olympic champion in track and field, and a guy who has repeatedly broken world records!" roared.

"To be honest, I didn't think Wang Xing's speed would have so many effects on the football field at first. This speed is simply unparalleled. In this world, no one can be faster than Wang Xing in terms of speed!" The man who had been standing beside the female reporter couldn't help admiring: "This speed is the best in the world!"

Seeing Wang Xing running forward desperately, Qu Bo also speeded up to catch up, hoping to catch up with Wang Xing. But just after running a few steps, he realized that he was too naive and naive——if he could catch up with the Olympic champion in track and field, then he would not play football anymore, but forget running track and field.

Count on him to meet Wang Xing, unless Wang Xing stops to wait for him...

But in that case, the football will definitely be cut off by the opponent.

Chasing Wang Xing? First, you have to break the current Olympic world record held by Wang Xing.

Qu Bo was still running, but he was no longer thinking of responding to Wang Xing's pass, but was preparing to make a follow-up shot. If Wang Xing scores a goal, give a big hug and celebrate the score.

"Coach, Hao Haidong and Shao Jiayi seem to be unable to keep up..."

Seeing this scene off the field, the assistant coach couldn't help but frowned and looked at Alihan.

"Wang Xing's speed is unmatched by anyone. Now, all we can do is wait for Wang Xing to shoot. It is not so easy for him to shoot."

Ali Han said.

"The speed of the world champion in track and field is truly terrifying. Shen Guoxiang is such a rascal!"

Ali Han muttered to himself, he knew that Shen Guoxiang's plan was to use Wang Xing as the core, and extended a track and field tactic, using Wang Xing's terrifying speed, 630 to use a big foot ball to shoot long distances, Wang Xing's speed is huge What's more, it has made a breakthrough in the center and blossomed in an all-round way.

If it were someone else, Alihan would naturally have the confidence to intercept him.

However, the opponent is Wang Xing, world track and field champion Wang Xing, who can match his speed?

Ali Han looked at Wang Xing, but his heart was extremely nervous. Whether it was the position before or the anti-offside, it was just a little skill, but now, it was the moment when Wang Xing's real strength exploded.

Ali Han clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes fixed on Wang Xing's body. No one could catch up to that speeding figure.

Wang Xing's speed was unparalleled, as soon as his speed broke out, he immediately opened the distance from Hao Haidong and Shao Jiayi, just like in a track and field competition.

Then he began to speed up and speed up, like a bolt of lightning.

Wang Xing just ran like this, running wholeheartedly, concentrating on it, not caring whether there were opponents around him at all, and ran to the football.

The football landed in front of him, bounced up, and ran forward, with a slight decrease in speed.

Wang Xing's speed didn't slow down, and the wind swept across the entire half of the football field, and then caught up with the football. With a light touch of his right foot, the football spun around on the ground and landed at Wang Xing's feet.

Wang Xing, who ran most of the field, caught up with the clearance ball that no one expected!.