The Rao brothers from No. 2 Middle School were still driving the ball easily, then they thought about running forward hard, and then waited for the ball to come continuously, bombing the junior high school students with their bodies as usual. But soon, they couldn't get more relaxed and found a completely different picture from the past.

When they turned around, they were full of anticipation that the ball was passed as before, but they only saw Xu Te and his team of midfielders being strangled by a single midfielder, and they had no way to get the ball! The two of them suddenly became headless flies, unable to move forward, and they didn't know what to do when they retreated. They were tall, and they were as confused as if they were stinky bears stung by hornets. They looked very funny.

Not only the two forwards were in a difficult situation, but Xu Te, the core midfielder, was also struggling. Su Keqi from No. 1 not only stopped his position, but also No. 15 followed him like a dog skin plaster. Not only did he pass the ball, he even took some effort to hold the ball. This was the first time since the start of the game, Xu Te played so uncomfortable.

Seeing the team's midfield in trouble, Xie Zhan thought of forwarding and supporting, but No. 9 of No. 1 Middle School was not a good fight. If he relaxed a little, he could enter the penalty area with his strong impact, and he also had a deadly long shot. Xie Zhan had watched Li Weizhen's game and knew the strength of the striker, but at this moment, he truly felt the despair from the defender for the first time in close combat.

The second and third lines of the second and third lines, which were artificially split, fell into a situation of fighting each other. A scattered team could not organize threatening attacks at all. The strong scenes of the past disappeared, just like a team that changed. The audience was also surprised: Why did the same team have such a huge contrast in less than a day?

Liu Kehu was also very surprised. He naturally understood the principle of "those who win the midfield will win the world". In fact, in the group stage, Lu Zhong, when facing No. 2 Middle School, once mastered the initiative on the court through the smooth control of the ball in the midfield. However, with the decline of attention and physical fitness, under the strong counterattack of the opponent, they did not have a good way to prevent their opponent from making such unreasonable advances.

The reason why we cannot stop our opponent is that we cannot resolutely cut off the opponent's three lines as we did today, especially the core of the midfield organization that directly transports shells to the forward. Looking at Mo Huaqiang sitting calmly on the coaching seat of No. 1 Middle School, Liu Kehu couldn't help but feel admiration. He thought how good it would be if such a coach was to train himself!

There was a burning scene of fighting on the field, and the off-field was as lively as if it was a thriller.

"I'm throwing it, what happened to Second Middle School? It's like this, and it's like a mess."

"It's not just a pot of porridge, it's just a ball of paste, it's really bad!"

"Why do I feel so similar to last year's World Cup final? Second Middle School is Brazil, and First Middle School is France. Second Middle School, which has been strong before, suddenly felt like a plague."

"Isn't that true? Those two extremely powerful strikers before, just like the alien Ronaldo in the final, are in no state at all. If this continues, you will lose the ball sooner or later! Oh, my fifty dollars!"

"You only get plague and don't call V nests here. I bought a hundred and haven't made any noise yet. When will it be your turn to come here to get sprints!"

The audience's emotions intuitively reflect the general trend on the court, and the players of the Second Middle School in the authorities can personally feel the sense of despair. This despair comes from the unity of the opponent and the efficiency of the opponent.

Li Weizhen successfully connected with Zhou Yangqing on the right, and rushed forward at high speed, responded to his pass, stopped and hit him again, and then hit him successfully after buckled Xie Zhan's press.

1:0, the first midfielder took the lead, and the whole process was very simple and efficient. After grabbing the ball from the opponent in the midfield, Su Keqi immediately distributed it to Zhou Yangqing on the right. Without dragging it out, he looked at Li Weizhen in the middle and kicked over the top. Li Weizhen, who stopped the ball beautifully, did not stick to the ball. He pulled out the shooting angle and directly shot the goal, and the three passes and two fell. The ball had already entered the goal of the second midfielder.

The first-middle school players who scored the goal were also very happy. They all surrounded Li Weizhen and hugged each other, and everyone's hearts became closer. As they got along, they felt that this first-year striker was indeed powerful. Those who underestimated him in the second-year junior high school before have begun to slowly accept him. Li Weizhen, whose prestige has increased, is even more like a fish in water. Being able to score goals for the team at such a critical moment, Li Weizhen felt very accomplished in his heart, and he felt like he found a belonging. What the team needs is exactly what he needs, just like when he was sleepy at the beginning, someone handed the pillow immediately, and he couldn't be happier.

Seeing the team losing the ball, Principal Liu felt a burst of pain in his face, and his face was so painful! The team's performance before the ball was lost also made him very helpless. This was just a scattered man who was used to playing wild balls, while his opponent was more like a well-trained regular army. But the game was not over yet, and he still stubbornly chose to believe that the team could catch up. He brags so much that he had to come back no matter what.

Seeing the team finally scored a goal, Principal Gong was very happy, and the young men did not embarrass him. He was very satisfied and had a stronger impression of the young teacher Mo Huaqiang. The old principal did not act too aggressively, but he also applauded rarely, showing his inner tendencies.

Principal Lu Zhonglin next to him turned around and smiled, "Principal Gong, congratulations, you are ahead."

Principal Gong smiled and nodded, "Principal Lin, you have been awarded too much. The football is round. The game has not ended for a moment, and any result is still possible."

"That's right, you No. 1 Middle School has completely grasped the situation on the field. I think it will be difficult for the opponent to turn the tables."

"Principal Lin, that's not what he said. It's difficult to turn the tables. It depends on who it is." Principal Liu, who had a dark face, took the words coldly.

Pretending to not knowing that he was there, Principal Lin smiled awkwardly and said, "Oh, Principal Liu, I'm sorry to forget you are by my side. I don't mean to slander your No. 2 Middle School. I just talk about the matter. I wish you No. 2 Middle School good luck."

Principal Liu snorted in his nose, and did not speak again. He had already seen thousands of grassy horses floating by in his heart. He just thought hatefully: "You little bastards, you can't play football if you don't go over to get some snatches during the break!"
Chapter completed!