Looking at the long-distance pass flying in, Han Dang secretly cheered himself up and could not miss the ball no matter what.

He stared at the ball and ran towards the penalty area.

However, the defensive players around him were always stuck with him this time and competed for the landing point with him.

Even the defensive player jumped first and met the flying ball.

Han Dang couldn't squeeze out the good position, so he could only stand firm and wait for the opponent to press while stopping the ball.

Unexpectedly, the ball had a slight arc in the air and hit Han Dang's chest directly!

"Hey? I'm standing at the place?"

Han Dang was shocked and then ecstatic.

The defender didn't receive the ball, so naturally he stood firm. Han Dang moved the football and rushed into the penalty area with a turn.

When the other party turned around and chased him, Han Dang was left with three or four positions.

"Bang!" Han Dang didn't know if he was too excited after killing alone, or if he didn't expect that he could kill alone.

Facing the goalkeeper, he shot straight to the stands.

"Damn..."

The opponent's goalkeeper was shocked and sweated coldly, while Han Dang knelt in front of the goal and stroked his hair hand in hand.

"What a pity, this is a great opportunity."

"Can you even hit this ball?"

There was regret in the stands.

By this time, Mo Qiong had completely confirmed the fact that he had super powers.

For this ball just now, he kicked directly at Han Dang's chest!

Because of the previous leaked ball, he knew that if the landing point was chosen as grass, unless Han Dang waited for the ball to land first before receiving it, the direction of the ball bounce would be unexpected, even if Han Dang forced the ball away, he would probably roll back to the point designated by Mo Qiong.

Therefore, in order to get Han Dang to catch the ball, he simply set the landing point as Han Dang's chest.

As long as the ball reaches the landing point, how to bounce, roll, and move afterwards, that is Newton's business.

Looking at Han Dang in the distance, he gave him a thumbs up again, and Mo Qiong smiled.

Although he couldn't see Han Dang's expression clearly, he could have expected that he must be extremely upset now.

Missing two excellent passes, Mo Qiong would probably feel it would be a pity before. After all, this is really rare for his own skills, and it may not be like this in ten games.

But now he doesn't feel anything at all, because of such an opportunity, he can have as much as he wants.

...

The sports school team posed two threats to the Yan Brigade, but in turn, the Yan Brigade also posed two threats to them.

This surprised the sports school team, especially Zhang Xin, who was eager to score a goal.

"They are the breakthrough point on the left..."

"More involvement!"

“See my position…”

The sports school team began to take it seriously. For a moment, Mo Qiong felt the backcourt was in a panic, and their defenders were passed and received multiple times to cooperate with the ball torn and chaos.

"It's completely suppressed..." Mo Qiong's vision was too broad and he had a strong ability to read competitions.

He yelled at the goal line many times before pointing out defensive loopholes, directed joint defense, and saved several defense crisis.

In fact, if he didn't know how to dribble, he would be good at playing as a defender or midfielder.

The coach has hoped that he can practice dribbling and pass quickly many times, and wants him to play the midfielder, but Mo Qiong is not interested.

He joined the football club just to make credits. He practiced his skills since childhood and did not want to spend more time practicing football skills.

"Bang!"

There was chaos in the penalty area, and a sudden shot came out.

In the past, Mo Qiong was very upset about the situation where more than a dozen people were blocking their vision in the restricted area.

But now, he only needs to think about one thing when guarding the goal: hit the ball.

Touching the ball and blocking the shot are two different concepts, but now it is the same thing for it.

No matter what kind of shot you have, as long as Mo Qiong reacts quickly and judges with his very good trajectory, and desperately reaches out to touch the ball, the shot will be confiscated.

After thirty minutes, he caught a high position, rushed left and right, and saved nine shots.

For him, there were several times when he finally found the ball, which was extremely thrilling.

But to others, he felt that he was in a brave state, like the guardian of the goal line, and all the shots were blocked by him, or he simply slapped them down and held them in his arms.

Unless it is played back in a close-up slow motion, no one knows that Mo Qiong just touched the ball. The observer will subconsciously imply the other party's operations based on the results. This is the logical judgment of the human brain itself.

No one knows that when I touch the ball, hit the ball, and slap the ball, as long as Mo Qiong takes the first step, the second and third steps all depend on his mood.

Of these nine saves, he chose to confiscate the shot five times.

Because these five times, Han Dang had a chance at the opponent's half.

Mo Qiong snapped the ball and turned to a big foot, and went straight to Han.

This terrible pass across the half was as accurate as a scalpel to cut the heart open.

He even created four more single-handed opportunities for Han Dang.

Unfortunately, even if I didn't have a plane, I shot too hard four times and failed to score.

I was very excited several times in the stands and sighed several times.

But this is a satisfying performance, even though the scene is overwhelming.

Zhang Xin's remarks that he would score a goal in ten minutes have long been self-defeating.

He shot seven times with sweat and worked hard, and two other passes in the penalty area that could be assists, but he failed to break through the goal guarded by Mo Qiong.

He was a little bit over and wanted the midfielder to create a chance for him.

"How could he be in such a good state? He will definitely make a mistake!" Zhang Xin said.

But the midfielder hurriedly said: "The first half is about to end. Be more stable. This goalkeeper has something to do..."

"His long pass poses too much a threat to us, and the coach has allowed us to calm the end of the half."

Zhang Xin sighed and looked at Mo Qiong standing in front of the door line, a little unwilling to accept it.

His experience seems useless to Mo Qiong, and his courageous state makes people desperate.

If you just guard the goal, it's nothing, but the extremely long-distance passes during counterattacks always cut through their defense like precise guidance, which is too terrifying.

The first half is about to end, and the sports school slowed down its offensive.

The Yan team was also very satisfied with ending the half-court like this and starting to control the ball in the backcourt, but it was only half-court.

After falling back and forth for a few minutes, Han Dang knew that the first half would end like this. In addition, he was very tired and didn't look for empty space. He just walked slowly in the middle and frontcourt waiting for time.

The situation instantly changed from fierce confrontation to boring delaying time, and both sides wanted to wait for the end of the first half.

Mo Qiong was also happy. Most of his thoughts were not in this game, but kept thinking about his abilities.

Just as this boredom was happening, most people in the stands began to stop paying attention to the competition again.

Only the fat man, desperately trying to talk to the girls, was still trying his best to explain.

"No. 21 is sent to No. 66."

"The forward of the sports school team pressed and the ball was passed."

"Our team is passing the ball in the backcourt, uh... is still passing back..."

"It's been halfway through! Uh...continue to pass back..."

"The ball was at the feet of the captain Wang Xiong. He was stumbled with the central defender, but still stumbled, back and forth...uh...this..."

The fat man became weaker and weaker the more he spoke, and his voice became lower and lower.

"No. 12 pressed a little, Wang Xiong returned to the goalkeeper, and the goalkeeper continued to fall down...................................... No, this is a long pass! The ball speed is very slow, and Han Dang's reaction is also slow. He is chasing the ball... can't catch up. This ball... has this ball entered?"

The fat man suddenly stood up, and his voice suddenly rose eight times at the end.

"In, In, In! It's No. 1! No. 1 scores!"

The people in the stands were also shocked by the scream and looked at the goal. Sure enough, in front of the Sports School goal, their goalkeeper fell to the ground facing the goal, looking at the ball in the door frame in a completely confused manner.

The referee was also stunned for a moment and looked at the sidelines. The referee signaled that this was a good ball. The referee blew a whistle and pointed it at the midfield. The goal was valid. Yan Team 1:0 Sports School Team.

"Did our team score?"

"Who shot in?"

"No. 1! It's No. 1!"

"Who is Number One?"
To be continued...