Chapter 484 The decisive battle begins

The game was about to start. Shen Teng pulled Shen Lang and said, "No, Brother Lang, didn't we agree before that you would be the goalkeeper for this game? How could you change your mind midway?"

Shen Lang patted Shen Teng on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, this game will definitely make you catch a cold. Remember to warm up at the door!"

Shen Teng's eyes almost turned completely white. He also caught a cold? I'm afraid he's going to be shot in the back by someone today.

Shen Lang looked at Shen Teng's desperate look and smiled slightly.

"President's Halo! Open! Open! Open..."

The players of the Daxiang team scattered on the court suddenly felt something was wrong.

"What's going on? I feel like my chakra is skyrocketing when facing the national football team!"

"My calves feel so strong! I feel like I'm going to fly!"

"Fuck, what happened to my body? Why do I feel like if someone were to fight me right now, I could take on three or four by myself!"

Shen Teng looked at his palm, jumped with a puzzled look on his face, and unexpectedly, with this slight jump, he almost hit the crossbar of the goal with his head.

"…What kind of bounce is this?"

"beep……………………"

The game officially begins.

Toss a coin and the Chinese national team serves the ball, Wu Lei passes it to his teammates around him, his teammates pass it back, and the Chinese national team organizes an attack.

Before the game, the coach gave symbolic tactical arrangements.

Judging from the first two games, Daxiang team is a "triple-weak" team with poor physical fitness, poor skills and poor awareness. To deal with such a team, there is no need to come up with any sophisticated tactics.

Just use some common tactics learned in daily training and you will probably be able to get the ball into the goal!

In the backcourt of the Chinese national football team, Ma Tingxiao made a long pass, and Hao Junming on the wing stopped the ball steadily, which immediately caused applause from the audience.

Hao Junming looked around and gently passed the ball towards the corner flag.

The striker of the Chinese national team who partnered with Wu Lei took advantage of the offside position and caught the ball before the Daxiang team could react.

The players of the Daxiang team were all confused.

Before my brain could react, I saw the player quickly running towards the penalty area with the ball.

Seeing this, center back Peng Mo hurried forward.

The host exclaimed: "At the beginning of the game, the Chinese national team broke through the defense of the Daxiang team with a few simple passes!"

"Wu Lei in the middle has already surrounded us!"

"As long as this pass is in place, Wu Lei will have plenty of space to shoot!"

“Is the first goal coming?”

The Chinese national football striker who dribbled into the penalty area is usually a third-line substitute who cannot play for the national team.

He finally had a chance to appear in a live broadcast wearing the national team jersey, and the team was facing the weak and showy Daxiang team. He had already made up his mind when he was arranged to start by the coach that he must teach the Daxiang team a good lesson on the court.

I saw him quickly dribbling the ball with his right foot, and the goal was not far in front of him.

The opponent's goalkeeper, the nationally renowned comedy star Shen Teng, no longer had the look on his face that often appeared on TV cameras. He nervously opened his arms and looked at himself.

"Pass the ball!" Wu Lei had already run into a good position while the opponent had not yet entered the rhythm of the game. As long as the ball was passed to his feet and he gave it a light push, Daxiang would lose the ball at the beginning of the game.

However, the Chinese national team striker who was dribbling the ball was not prepared to pass the ball. At this angle, facing an opponent like the Daxiang team, he was 90% sure of hitting the target.

"The opportunity has come!" The Chinese national football striker adjusted his pace and swung his right leg back: "I shoot..."

"ah………………"

Suddenly, Peng Mo arrived in front of him and stood between him and the goal.

"Bang"!
The Chinese national team striker still kicked the ball, but because of Peng Mo's interference, his ball went straight to the upper left corner of the goal.

"Duang..."

"Ah..." There were sighs of regret from the whole audience.

The Chinese national team striker saw that his powerful kick hit the crossbar of the goal and bounced out.

The dream was shattered, the dream of showing off in front of millions of people was shattered.

In his sight, Wu Lei spread his hands towards his feet, indicating that his position was the best.

There was all sorts of resentment in his eyes.

Ma Tingxiao and others in the backcourt were so angry that they started to curse: "Fuck, why don't you give such a good position to Wu Lei?"

The host at the scene lamented: "What a pity, the Chinese national football team had a chance to give the opponent a wake-up call at the beginning, but No. 11 Yang Xu seemed more eager to show himself." "But we have to say that our director Peng Mo has a strong sense of covering for the opponent! He is also very fast. He arrived in an instant from more than meters away from the opponent and blocked the opponent's shooting angle."

"The Daxiang team was able to avoid losing the ball at the beginning of the game, thanks to Peng Mo's defense!"

"Yes! Teacher Huang is right. Peng Mo is a director. In the first two games, it seemed that he had difficulty even running. I didn't expect that he would bring us a wonderful defense at the beginning of the third game. I think the Daxiang team is definitely well prepared this time. What do you think, Teacher Liu?"

Teacher Liu: "One time doesn't mean a lot, but the Daxiang team's spirit and focus on the game are worth learning from!"

"Fuck! Yang Xu, pass the ball! Wu Lei is in such a good position!"

"Yes! We played well together and beat seven or eight of them in the first half. The task was quite heavy!"

Yang Xu was scolded by Ma Tingxiao and other main team members.

As for the opponent Daxiang team, Shen Lang clapped his hands and encouraged: "Everyone, get moving. I feel that everyone is in good shape today. Maybe we can score two goals against the other team!"

The Daxiang team players nearby all laughed.

But they seemed to be in really good shape, and Peng Mo's defense just now also made them relax.

We earned 60,000 yuan for nothing in the first two games. If we don’t give it a try in the last game, we will be letting down Shen Lang, a capitalist.

Before they knew it, Team Daxiang's momentum had risen.

Goal kick.

Shen Teng kicked the ball and it flew towards the opponent's court like a cannonball.

Everyone at the scene, including Shen Teng himself, was stunned.

The power of the kick was amazing, it went straight to the opponent's penalty area.

You know, in the first two games, Shen Teng's long kicks had difficulty even passing the midfield.

Shen Teng's ball landed not far from midfielder Shen Lang.

"Shen Lang moved!"

"Will this be Shen Lang's first touch of the ball?"

"Ma Tingxiao has caught up, and seems to be competing with Shen Lang for the ball."

"Before the game, the two seemed to have some disagreements about the development of Chinese football!"

"The ball is about to fall. The situation doesn't look good. Ma Tingxiao is taller than Shen Lang, and his jumping ability is the best among Chinese defenders. He also has an advantage in heading."

"Shen Lang used his back to hold Ma Tingxiao back!"

"Both sides took off!"

At this moment, Ma Tingxiao on the court leaned against Shen Lang tightly, his mind filled with excitement.

"Shen Lang, you are about to feel what it means to be crushed from the sky!"

Take off.

"What?" Ma Tingxiao felt that the football did not touch his head.

The moment he fell, he only saw a figure flash before his eyes!
It’s Shen Lang…

"Wow..."

All the fans in the stadium exclaimed collectively at this moment.

It turned out that just now, Shen Lang actually jumped over the tall and strong Ma Tingxiao and grabbed a header.

Not only that, he headed the ball and actually passed it in front of himself.

Just when Ma Tingxiao was still looking for the ball after landing, Shen Lang moved his body and his left foot had already reached the ball.

"beautiful!"

"The first time Shen Lang touched the ball, he actually snatched the ball from the captain of the national football team, China's best defender."

"I can feel that this is not a [polite ball], Ma Tingxiao did not let the ball go during the fight."

"Look, Shen Lang is dribbling the ball to the top of the arc!"

"What is he going to do?"

"Shen Lang raised his right foot! Is he going to shoot???????"

"Bang!" Shen Lang swung his right foot. At this moment, the aura of the president, his legs as fast as lightning, strong as an ox, flexible and coordinated, and even the terms "iron kidney boy and bronze waist" flashed in Shen Lang's mind.

The ball kicked by Shen Lang flew towards the goal like a cannonball.

(End of this chapter)