Zhao Hanzhang stood in front of Zhang Xiaobao. He couldn't help but feel excited and worried. He hoped that Zhang Xiaobao's skills wouldn't be as good as the midfielder who just went down. He was worried that Zhang Xiaobao would make a mistake and secretly practice.
"Xiao Bei, tell Uncle Emperor, how's your brother's skills?" Li Longji disregarded the code of brotherhood and sat on the winning side. He asked Xiao Bei, who was looking at the situation with a pair of binoculars.
Xiao Bei put away the binoculars and said uncertainly, "He's, he's okay. He should know some basic skills."
"Really?" Li Longji was also unsure.
"More or less. Uncle Emperor, have you ever seen my brother touch a ball?" Xiao Bei tried to find evidence to prove that he was right.
"I haven't seen him perform kung fu yet. That time at the Sword Competition of Mount Hua, he went up like he was flying. Xiao Bei, I think your team's number six has a great future. As long as you leave him to me, I'll train him well …"
"Uncle Emperor, look at the game. It's starting. Look at my brother." Xiao Bei once again put the binoculars in front of his eyes and shouted.
"A family of smart people." Li Longji said angrily.
The game had indeed started. Zhao Hanzhang called the two forwards to his side and imitated the Victorious Team's formation of a midfielder, forming a 2-3-5 formation.
The Ten Thousand Generals Team had lost 11 goals, but number 15 was still in charge of offense. Opposite him was Zhang Xiaobao. He also didn't feel confident, but he still bravely rushed up. He was betting, betting that Zhang Xiaobao had so many things to do every day and couldn't find the time to practice.
Zhang Xiaobao saw his opponent's serious expression. Weiwei smiled and stepped up to meet him.
"Cover." Number 15 shouted. Number 9, who was next to him, quickly ran to his left, ready to receive his pass.
Zhang Xiaobao faced the opposing number 15. He stretched his right foot forward and made a hooking motion. Number 15 did not hesitate. He kicked the ball with his left foot and passed the ball towards his own number 9. Zhang Xiaobao's right foot suddenly landed on the ground. His left leg stretched back horizontally. With a bang, the heel of his left foot blocked the pass from number 15.
This was the simplest form of blocking. Defensive players would often use it to confuse people by extending their legs in the opposite direction to block the ball.
Number 15 was stunned. He had seen Zhang Xiaobao's action just now. He had clearly used his right foot, so he should have been able to pass the ball. Why did he suddenly do that?
By the time he wanted to chase the ball, it was too late. Not to mention that he was stunned for a moment, even if he was not stunned, it was too late. He needed to turn around to chase the ball. Zhang Xiaobao directly started.
There were still three strikers on the opponent's side. They were a little distance away from number 15. Zhang Xiaobao caught the ball.
When the opponent's number 8 stretched out his leg, Zhang Xiaobao gently flicked the ball under the football. He just flicked the ball over the opponent's head. Without waiting for the ball to fall naturally, Zhang Xiaobao rushed forward and jumped. He quickly tapped the ball with his head. His right knee gently pressed and smoothed. His body leaned to the left, just in time to block the opponent's number 17.
The opponent's last striker in front of Zhang Xiaobao thought that an opportunity had come. He stretched out his leg. Zhang Xiaobao moved his right foot ahead of time and pulled the ball back to the right. His body continued to lean against the opponent's number 17. He stuck close to the number 17 and completed a 270-degree turn. In the process of turning, his left foot touched the ball. The ball was kicked out. It was an irregular Masai Roundabout.
From the beginning of the kick to the head, the knee pad was removed, the right foot came back, and when he completed the turn, his left foot kicked away. Zhang Xiaobao passed three opponents in succession.
Every movement seemed to be about to let others grab the ball, but he always touched it a little bit earlier.
The spectators watching the game went crazy. They watched Zhang Xiaobao's movements from stealing the ball to leaving the five people behind him in just a few seconds. The spectators jumped and shouted like crazy.
Zhao Hanzhang was dumbfounded. He secretly cursed, "Is he still human?" and braced himself to rush up.
Zhang Xiaobao had already sped up. There were still five people behind him who wanted to catch up, but it was too late.
Looking at the opponent's three midfielders, Zhang Xiaobao's feet moved quickly. His body's center of gravity kept changing. He used the dual technique of pendulum passing and bicycling, so that Zhao Hanzhang and the other two could not determine what he was going to do. Was he going to pass, or pass? Which direction was he going to pass? Where was he going to pass?
"General Zhao, be careful." Zhang Xiaobao was getting closer and closer to Zhao Hanzhang. With a shout, his left foot kicked the ball to the left, and his right foot lightly pushed forward. The ball directly passed under Zhao Hanzhang's crotch. Just now, when he saw Zhang Xiaobao kick the ball with his left foot, his right foot moved. He wanted to stop Zhang Xiaobao, but he thought that Zhang Xiaobao passed by his right side, so the ball passed through his crotch.
Seeing Zhang Xiaobao pass by his left side, he wanted to turn around, but found that his center of gravity was still on his right leg. He could not use any strength, so he could only turn his head and shout behind him, "Stop him."
Then he fell because of this turn of his head.
Zhang Xiaobao was facing only one midfielder at the moment. The other one wanted to learn from the Always-Winning Team's midfielders and run to the side. Now he could not run back.
The midfielder who had the opportunity to intercept was number 20. He saw Zhang Xiaobao break through from so far away, and then pass the ball under Zhang Xiaobao's stride. Then he saw Zhang Xiaobao dribble the ball and rush towards him. A sense of powerlessness suddenly rose in his heart. The only thing he could do was to learn from the other side and retreat.
The two defenders, number 12 and number 13, did not care about the opponent's number 1 and number 6 positions. They gritted their teeth and came up one after another, intending to cooperate with number 20 to defend. As for who Zhang Xiaobao passed the ball to, they did not care. The most important thing was to not let Zhang Xiaobao pass the ball into the goal from their backfield.
Zhang Xiaobao did not have the slightest intention of passing the ball. He quickly came in front of the opponent's number 20 and directly did another Massa spin. He dribbled the ball and rushed towards the last two defenders of the opponent.
Number 20 could do nothing about Zhang Xiaobao's action. He just pulled Zhang Xiaobao when he turned around, but it did not affect him.
When facing number 12, Zhang Xiaobao suddenly slowed down and sat back to pull the ball back. Because number 12 was a little to the left in front of him, the opponent's number 13 was a little to the right. If he pulled the ball to the left, it would be very difficult to pass from the right of number 12, and the opponent's number 13 would be able to run over.
As soon as Zhang Xiaobao finished pulling the ball with his left foot, his right foot tapped the ball. The left side of his body was facing number 12. Number 12 and number 13 suddenly had an idea in their minds. He still wanted to use that move, so they moved to their right side together, intending to wait for Zhang Xiaobao to turn around and dribble the ball to directly stop him.
But Zhang Xiaobao did not do the Massa spin this time. He tapped his right foot and suddenly pushed the ball forward again, leaving the straight line of number 12 and number 13's front defense. His left foot kicked the ball, and his right foot kicked the ball again. His body had changed direction and was facing the opponent's goal. When he turned sideways just now, he was facing the opponent's left side.
Number 12 and number 13 had just run to their positions and were waiting for Zhang Xiaobao to finish that move so that they could stop him, when they found that Zhang Xiaobao had run so far away from them.
The two hurriedly chased back. Number 13 was closer and ran faster. He bit and chased with all his strength. Zhao Hanzhang, who could not catch back in the midfield, shouted, "Foul, foul, the goalkeeper can't stop him."
"Ah!" Number 13 shouted. It was unknown whether he was answering Zhao Hanzhang or encouraging himself. He bent down and retracted his hands in front of him.
Zhang Xiaobao glanced out of the corner of his eye and was very helpless. He could guess what number 13 was going to do. He must want to do the goalkeeper's save action, but he was going to pounce.
When he looked up again, the opponent's goalkeeper took two steps forward and also bent down to wait. He probably had the same purpose as number 13 — to pounce.
Zhang Xiaobao saw that he was already in front of the penalty area and was not in the mood to play a penalty shot with the opponent. He adjusted his posture slightly, twisted his waist, and raised his foot to the middle of the football. The instep of his foot went up.
With a muffled bang, the ball was whipped up like a cannonball. Under the gaze of the audience, it flew toward the Ten Thousand Generals' goal.
The generals in the stands were shocked at first. He shot, but when they saw the way the ball flew, they were relieved. According to this situation, it would fly out of the goal.
Some people in the audience sighed first.
Zhao Hanzhang also let out a long breath and said, "Zhang Xiaobao is not a … Damn, how did it get in?"
"It got in, it got in …" The audience was also stunned. Then, someone was the first to cheer. Everyone waved their arms and shouted.
Li Longji also wanted to get up and clap, but next to him, Xiao Bei pressed on his shoulder and jumped, so he could not stand up.
On the field, Zhang Xiaobao saw the ball go in. He gently exhaled and smiled at number 13, who had just stopped pouncing in front of him. "If you really pounced on me, you could have easily been sent off with a red card, but it's better than number 11 from before."
"No, no." Number 13 shook his head vigorously and refused to admit it.
Zhang Xiaobao would not force him to admit it. He just said it. He raised his hand and waved it in a circle, causing the audience to cheer even louder.
It had already surpassed the cheers for number 6 of the Victorious Team. Because no matter how good number 6 played, he was still just a Cuju player. Zhang Xiaobao represented the prestige of Tang Dynasty. Together with Wang Juan, he had long become the idols of Tang Dynasty's people.
Idols were always the best. Even if they did something wrong occasionally, they could be forgiven. Moreover, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan had never missed a chance.
"Tang Dynasty, Xiao Bao, Tang Dynasty, Xiao Bao." It was unknown who started shouting first, but the audience adjusted and followed suit.
Unlike the slogan of "Victorious Team Number 6" when they shouted for number 6, the audience shouted for Tang Dynasty when they shouted for Zhang Xiaobao. They believed that Zhang Xiaobao was qualified to represent Tang Dynasty and represent them.
The goalkeeper of the Ten Thousand Generals Team was still looking at the football in the net behind him. He was stunned and motionless. He could not understand why this happened. It should have flown out.
Sitting in the commentator's position, Wang Juan, who had not spoken until now, finally spoke. "What everyone saw just now was an attack by the Victorious Team. Team member Zhang Xiaobao successfully stole the football, broke through all the way, brought the ball to the opposite goal, and kicked a beautiful falling ball. Let us continue to enjoy the game."
Wang Juan's eloquence was far worse than Zhang Xiaobao's. Not to mention commentating on football, she had not even sold thirteen-spice before. She had just wanted to imitate Zhang Xiaobao to commentate once. Unfortunately, she did not know where to start. Zhang Xiaobao's actions were too fast, so she had to keep silent.
She could understand, but she could not keep up with the rhythm.
After Wang Juan finished speaking, the cheers of the audience gradually subsided.
Zhao Hanzhang also reacted. Looking at his own goal, he frowned tightly. He regretted it. If he had known earlier, he would not have let Zhang Xiaobao come up. Was it not enough to have a number 6?
Who came up with the idea? It was too much of a scam. Now, they had one more main force. No wonder Wang Juan advised Zhang Xiaobao not to take in too much. So this was the reason.
"Kick the ball out. It's time to kick off. You find your own position and learn from the Victorious Team." Zhao Hanzhang first shouted to the stunned goalkeeper, and then to the rest of his team.
The players of the Ten Thousand Generals Team were really obedient. They also learned the way the players of the Victorious Team stood. They found the opposite position and set up a four-four-two formation.
After Wang Juan saw it, she was even more speechless. Have you practiced before? You dare to set up a formation. Do you really think it's okay to stand in a position? That was something that would constantly change.
While Wang Juan was cursing in her heart, the game started again.
It was still the Ten Thousand Generals Team who kicked off because they had been losing. Number 15 looked at Zhang Xiaobao and was a little scared. As soon as he got the ball, he directly avoided Zhang Xiaobao and ran elsewhere.
Zhang Xiaobao really did not chase after him. He just guarded his position. If it were not for his identity, he would not have wanted to score himself. The pressure he was under just now was not small at all.
But he understood that he had to do this. He had to play strongly. Giving his team confidence was secondary. His players already knew his ability.
The ones who needed to give confidence were the people of Tang Empire. Only an omnipotent Zhang Xiaobao could mobilize the people well and organize them to develop Tang Empire.
So, no matter how difficult it was, he had to work hard to do it. Just like the construction of Tang Empire, even if he was tired and had no strength, he would cry with Wang Juan at home when he encountered difficulties. In front of outsiders, he had to be very strong.
Of course, it had not reached the point where he and Wang Juan were weary. He should be glad that the officials still had morality in their hearts, that the people could still understand and still be simple, and that the court had not lost its credibility.
Zhang Xiaobao was thinking about things in his heart, changing with the team. There was no need to think too much about the situation on the field. It was impossible for the opponent to score, unless the opponent had a very, very strong striker who could kick a full moon scimitar 40 meters away from the goal.
"The Victorious Team intercepted the ball and was organizing the attack. The ball was passed to Xiao Bao's feet and he was in charge of it." As a commentator, Wang Juan could only explain in a simple way that she looked down on.
There was really nothing she could do, but she did not feel ashamed. She had listened to professional commentators in the past in the same way.
The audience clearly did not agree with Wang Juan's explanation. With Zhang Xiaobao's explanation in front, the gap was obvious. However, the audience did not make a fuss. They knew that the fairy was in charge of fighting, not being a commentator. Moreover, she had said so many terms, which showed that she usually worked very hard.
Just as Wang Juan was weakly explaining, Zhang Fang, who was in Xiao Bei's group, came over. There were only two people from the Seedling Protection Team around her. Along the way, the audience made a path for them.
What moved Zhang Fang the most was that the audience who made way for them would nervously stare at the people beside them. At this moment, they were the guards of Zhang Family and Wang Family.
Zhang Fang, who was older than Xiao Bei, nodded and smiled at the audience on both sides. She swore in her heart that she would do well with Xiao Bei and deal with bad officials.
This was a special kind of care. If any official bullied the people, she and the others would bully that official to death. Otherwise, how could she have the face to accept this kind of treatment?
"Xiao Fang, why are you here?" Wang Juan looked at Zhang Fang and asked.
"Sister, can you let me explain? I can also learn from my brother. "Zhang Fang whispered back.
Wang Juan's face showed a gratified smile. She nodded and said, "Okay, you can do it. Don't be nervous. Say what you want. Don't be afraid even if you say something wrong."
Zhang Fang also smiled sweetly and took the microphone. She first tried to say hello before sitting on her sister's lap. She looked at the situation on the field and said,
"Now the Ever-Victorious Team is organizing an attack again. Xiao Bao in the midfield dribbles the ball forward. The opponent's midfielders come forward to block. The opponent's forwards are also desperately chasing back. The six people are about to surround Brother Xiao Bao. Xiao Bao passes the ball.
The ball is passed to the left side of the Ever-Victorious Team's No. 14. The pass is a point forward with a certain arc. No. 14 directly passes the ball forward. He uses the bicycle technique. With a fake move, he shakes the Wan Jiang Team's midfielder No. 20 and continues to dribble the ball forward.
No. 6 and No. 1 of the forwards are running forward, looking for a suitable position. Oh, No. 4 of the midfield on the right side also runs forward under the signal of Brother Xiao Bao.
Number 14 passed the ball. The ball traversed the entire field and landed at the feet of Number 4. Number 4 moved forward and similarly raised his leg to pass the ball. The ball landed at the feet of Brother Xiaobao, who was assisting. Brother Xiaobao did not continue to pass the ball. He continued to dribble forward.
The Wan Jiang Team's midfielder No. 17 and Zhao … General ran toward Brother Xiao Bao together. The two men were ready to join forces to intercept Brother Xiao Bao's ball. Xiao Bao did a Xiao Bao spin, and then did a tail swing, relying on the opponent's defender No. 12 to pass the ball.
He passed a lonely high penalty. The ball went straight to No. 14 of the Ever-Victorious Team's left winger. No. 14 stopped for a moment, jumped up and crossed the ball from the air to No. 6's head. No. 6 also jumped up, swayed his head, and made a fake move. The ball passed, and No. 6 blocked No. 13's starting position.
It fell to No. 1's feet. No. 1 leaned sideways, swung his left leg, and faced the football flying horizontally. He volleyed, volleyed, and the ball rushed into the Wan Jiang Team's goal with a whistling sound. It's a goal!
Audience friends, the score on the field is now 13 goals in the lead. Brother Xiao Bao showed me the importance of the center midfielder. This position not only needs to defend, but also assists. At the same time, it is the soul of the whole team. It is not a marshal, nor a general. It is a general who organizes the team to kill on the battlefield. It can be killed by itself, but it is also necessary to organize the team.
Commentator Zhang Fang will explain for you. "
Zhang Fang's voice resounded on the field. The audience's cheers were also like a tide. They cheered for the goal of the Ever-Victorious Team, and also praised Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's sister. It was almost as if the audience's eyes were all looking at the commentator's position.
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