I want to marry my loser [football]

(170 five)

When Jiang Fan stepped on the green field again, an inexplicable excitement seemed to ignite a fire from his heart, roaring and sweeping away along his limbs, boiling the blood in his whole body.

His scalp was tingled with numbness, as if an electric current was flowing through the bone marrow, causing waves of numbness along his spine.

But it doesn't make people feel that the body is weak, but the pace is more firm.

He was the first player on the reserve team to return to the field.It seems that the 3:1 disparity in the first half can't make him depressed.

The second teammate followed slowly.

Someone couldn't help whispering: "Hey, do you really think that what he said, such as a miracle, is not a child's whimsical stupidity? Who doesn't want to win, but him? A 15-year-old kid??"

"Try it." The midfielder in the reserve team didn't want to argue with his teammates, but there was a trace of fighting spirit in his heart.He followed closely and walked towards the court, "It's not a bad idea to just make trouble with children."

"Let's do our job. If he wants to shoot, we'll give him more balls." The other person smiled disapprovingly, "It's his fault if he can't catch the ball. We'll do our best if we lose—in case Won……"

He paused, "Then it's really a miracle."

But if a miracle can really happen, what's wrong with it?

"Hmph." The one who questioned before was a defender. He muttered and kept up with his teammates, but he still couldn't help complaining: "The little brat has never suffered anything. I guess he hasn't lost before. Think we might win. Seriously, we've all tried so many times..."

They didn't have any doubts about the strength of the first team from the very beginning, and they felt that they were unchallengeable.

Who hasn't had the dream of performing well in training, coming back against the wind, and being selected by the coach?

Who hasn't been smug, full of confidence, never give up, and full of enthusiasm?

But in the end, reality is always cold and merciless.The gap in strength knocked down their pride and self-confidence in repeated failures.

The reserves are the reserves.

The reserve team is also already very good.

Lanzhou's first team...is so unattainable for them, it's out of reach.

The 15-year-old boy is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, so he can say so naively and ignorantly that he thinks he can win-even bring them together to win.

He said that he wanted to create a miracle, but if a miracle appeared so easily, how could it be called a miracle?

The first team on the other side was also a little surprised by this situation.

"What? Do you want to play the whole game?" George Picasso wondered, "Isn't 3:1 enough to make a decision? That kid is only 15 years old."

Claude didn't speak. As Sally's former teammate, even though he agreed with George's words in his heart, he couldn't show that he thought it was a waste of time.

The vice-captain Thompson also remained silent. He just adjusted his gloves indifferently, and kept tearing off the wrist straps that fixed the gloves on his wrists.

As a coach, Anderson said majesticly: "I think he still has enough potential that has not been shown."

"He said he didn't use all his strength, right?" Captain Ben Claire suddenly interjected—he just passed by the sidelines and heard Jiang Fan's words by chance, but he felt a little funny in his heart, thinking it was just a child Unwilling to admit defeat, bragging words that insist on saving face.

"Pfft, what? He hasn't used his full strength yet?" George obviously thought the same thing as him, and he couldn't help but laugh, "So what is he going to do in the second half? Alone with the reserve team to come back against the wind? If he can score 2 One goal, draw the score to 3:3, I can score 2 more!"

Anderson was silent for a while. Although he had high hopes for Jiang Fan, he did not have much confidence in this place.

He said: "In the second half...don't crush him too hard. Give him a little blow and setback, almost enough."

Ben Blair nodded: "I know."

George Picasso smiled and said, "Then I'll just score another goal."

Claude glanced at him, "Can't you think about the responsibilities of the midfielder?"

George Picasso said disapprovingly: "Then I will score one and assist you two more."

(170 six)

Both teams finally assembled.

The second half of the game officially started.

Everyone has noticed the difference in Jiang Fan. If he was still a little ignorant and curious and tentative in the first half, then the expressionless young man at this moment has an inexplicable extra feeling that seems to be gambling. All-or-nothing solemnity.

However, the players present did not know how many times they played games, big and small, so they were not intimidated or shocked. They just felt that the child was in a very bad mood now.

People who lose will never feel better.

But although some people compare the green field to the battlefield, the so-called "sad soldiers must win" in the art of war does not apply to the green field.

Because a certain emotion is too intense, the more it affects calmness.

And football happens to be a seemingly passionate sport, but in fact it is the most delicate sport.

Once there is a certain player with a hot head, he will only go on a rampage, full of anxiety, and desperately want to score goals, then he will not be far from a complete defeat.

Does this mentality make any sense after the second half?

George Picasso thought in his heart—he could already foresee the ending.

Who do you show your face on the court and show your temper?

Is it possible that the opponent still cares about your mood and deliberately loses to you?

He smiled disdainfully and contemptuously, and was about to score another goal to teach this "young master" a long lesson.

The duty of the front midfielder is logically to deliver the ball to the striker, but George decided to go straight to the point when he was interested.

However, as soon as he received the short pass from his teammate, he suddenly felt a strange noise coming from the air at the rear left - he saw the color of the vest outside the reserve team jersey from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously experienced it in an instant. Judgment - it's a shovel!

He subconsciously dribbled the ball and changed direction, but the figure that should have been on the left rear appeared in front of him at some point, startling George like a ghost!

He shouted incredulously in his heart—where did this guy appear from! ?

But Jiang Fan didn't say a word of nonsense, his beautiful blue eyes didn't even raise his eyes to give George a look, he simply intercepted the ball and rushed past him.

not good!

George felt a rush in his heart belatedly, and turned his head in fear and panic, only to see that the young man had already started his fearless charge with great proficiency.

On the green field, his running was like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, and once again reproduced the miraculous long-distance running in the first half.

A stunning long-distance raid is not terrible, but every terrifying long-distance raid is so breathtaking, exciting, and unstoppable.

The blond-haired boy seemed to have turned into a huge whirlpool. He rushed forward with the football under his feet, as if blending into one, attracting all the eyes on the pitch—and all the other players present.

The defender was the first to be in place. One tried to block him directly with his strong body, but was bypassed by his light change of direction. The other defender sprinted to the same position as him in an instant. Not only can speed up quickly, but also slow down quickly.He stopped the ball and turned to run towards the midfield, and the defender followed the inertia and rushed far away——

Everything seems to be in a wonderful rhythm, and the blond boy is playing a unique movement with football according to his own rhythm on the green field.

He tore apart the outflanking encircled by three players, defeated the supporting support of two players on the periphery, and broke through blocking, chasing and intercepting again and again——

His speed almost made the entire defensive line of the first team sluggish as if they were taking a leisurely walk on the field.

His blond hair was flying in the air, and his running figure seemed to have been kissed by a god on the forehead.

The football hit the goal, and the score changed from 3:1 to 1:3 unexpectedly within less than a minute of the start of the second half.

No one seemed to have thought of this development, not only the first team, but also the reserve team.

They watched the boy put down his long legs in front of the goal, and there was something exciting in their chests-when he roared, ran, and excited, they could rush to him, hug him, and kiss him. He applauded him loudly, venting the joy of scoring a goal and a little excitement of defeating defeat.

However, Jiang Fan just turned around with a calm and indifferent expression, as if scoring a goal was just a very normal thing, and there was nothing to be too excited about.

He walked towards the nearest teammate first—when he noticed that he was striding toward the penalty area of ​​the first team, this teammate immediately reacted and rushed into the opponent's half, lest Jiang Fan would have such a good opportunity to attack. Wasted because there may be no teammates to respond.

This is really the most basic and simple cooperation, but when he saw the blond boy smiling and said "thank you" to him, he couldn't help but feel like he had completed a very important task.

"Do something?" He couldn't help but said, "Don't you celebrate?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Let's talk about it at 3:4."

(170 seven)

The subtle emotions that could not be vented were suppressed in the hearts of the players on both sides and fermented into different emotions.

The members of the first team quickly discovered that the reserve team's fighting spirit was inexplicably high this time. They seemed to have completely abandoned the negative emotions such as low self-esteem, worrying about gains and losses, and self-doubt when facing the first team in the past.

It's just...focused, pure, "doing their job".

The defender guards the defense line in front of his own penalty area, but he is also like a goshawk hovering in the sky, looking for possible loopholes in the opponent's formation during running, so as to provide timely assists, breakthroughs, and mark opponents that may pose a threat; the midfielder Always observe the changes in the positions of players on both sides, look for opportunities to steal the ball and counterattack, and rationally conceive what tactical arrangements to use to achieve the goal of multi-party coordination and shooting; wingers are closely connected with defenders, and cooperate with teammates in the middle calmly and accurately; The striker is not greedy for shots and does not express himself. Although there is no particularly exciting and exciting offense, it can be regarded as a stable performance without mistakes.

Compared with George Picasso, the "nervous knife" who thinks about it, Claude Sharp, who is getting more and more metaphysical when he gets older, and Ben Blair, who dare not move too much on the field after being injured before, And the speed and defense of the defender who can't keep up with Jiang Fan...

The players of the reserve team suddenly felt for the first time that when they were completely overwhelmed by the first team, they were not as they imagined, as if they were overwhelmed by Mount Tai, with no power to fight back.

(170 eight)

"I agreed to assist me two times, but in the end I gave one assist to my opponent?"

Claude passed George, who looked depressed, and raised his brow jokingly.

"Your assists are gone." Hearing this, George glared at him, "Both are gone!"

Seeing him like this, Claude said noncommittally, "Oh."

He didn't expect this "nervous knife" to honestly assist him and shoot.He spread the word: "The captain said, don't take it lightly anymore. It's enough to draw him 3:2. Otherwise, the news will spread, and the few of us who have an annual salary of tens of millions can't win and join a 15-year-old kid The child's reserve team, still not being laughed to death?"

George was very impatient to be lectured, he said irritably, "I know!"

but……

Do you take it lightly...

Maybe he did take it lightly just now, but...he didn't dare to think about it—if he had gone all out, could he really stop that boy?

——His sprinting figure is like being watched by the eyes of a god, and no one is allowed to profane and disturb him.

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