Looking at the super long pass flying towards him, Han Dang secretly cheered himself on. He could not miss the ball no matter what.
He stared at the ball as he ran towards the penalty area.
However, the defender next to him blocked him and competed with him for the landing spot.
In fact, the defensive player even jumped up first to meet the flying ball.
Han Dang could not squeeze into a good position, so he could only stand firm and wait for the opponent to stop the ball to snatch it.
Unexpectedly, the ball made a slight arc in the air and hit Han Dang's chest directly!
"Eh? I'm standing at the landing spot? "
Han Dang was shocked, then he was ecstatic.
The defender did not receive the ball, so he was not as steady as him. Han Dang kicked the ball and rushed into the penalty area.
When the opponent turned around to chase, Han Dang was already three or four body positions ahead of him.
"Bang!" Han Dang did not know if he was too excited after the solo shot, or if he did not expect to be able to solo.
Facing the goalkeeper, he shot a shot straight towards the stands.
"F * ck …"
The opponent's goalkeeper broke out in cold sweat, while Han Dang knelt in front of the goal and rubbed his hair.
"What a pity, this was a good opportunity."
"Can this ball even hit an airplane?"
The stands were filled with pity.
At this time, Mo Qiong was completely sure of the fact that he had superpowers.
The ball just now was directly aimed at Han Dang's chest!
Because of the previous missed ball, he knew that if the landing spot was chosen as the grass, unless Han Dang waited for the ball to land first before receiving it, no matter how Han Dang blocked the ball in the air, the direction of the ball would be unexpected. Even if he forcefully blocked the ball, the ball would probably roll back to the spot that Mo Qiong designated.
Therefore, in order to let Han Dang receive the ball, he simply set the landing spot as Han Dang's chest.
As long as the ball reached the landing spot, it was up to Newton to decide how it would bounce, roll, and move.
Looking at Han Dang giving him a thumbs up from afar, Mo Qiong smiled.
Although he could not see Han Dang's expression, he knew that he must be extremely annoyed.
Missing two excellent passes, if it was in the past, Mo Qiong would probably feel that it was a pity. After all, with his skills, it was too rare, and there might not even be a chance like this in ten games.
But now, he did not feel anything, because he could have as many of these opportunities as he wanted.
…
The sports school team had posed a threat to the tobacco brigade twice, but in return, the tobacco brigade had posed a threat to them twice.
This surprised the sports school team, especially Zhang Xin. He desperately wanted to score.
"Their left flank is the breakthrough point …"
"Don't get too involved!"
"Look at my position …"
The sports school team started to get serious. For a moment, Mo Qiong felt that the backfield was in a state of panic. Their defenders were torn apart by multiple passes.
"He's completely suppressed …" Mo Qiong's field of vision was too wide, and his ability to read the match was very strong.
He yelled many times in front of the goal line, pointed out the holes in the defense, commanded the joint defense, and saved the defense line several times.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know how to dribble, he would have done well as a defender or a midfielder.
Many times, the coach had hoped that he could practice dribbling and pass the ball quickly. He wanted him to play as a defensive midfielder, but Mo Qiong was not interested.
He joined the football club only for credits. Since he was young, he had been practicing martial arts with his hands. He did not want to spend more time practicing his kicking skills.
"Boom!"
There was chaos in the penalty area, and suddenly a shot came out.
If it was in the past, Mo Qiong would have been very annoyed by this situation where more than ten people were blocking his vision in the restricted area.
But now, he only needed to think about one thing as a goalkeeper: Touch the ball.
Touching the ball and blocking the shot were two different concepts, but now they were the same thing to him.
No matter how the shot was, as long as Mo Qiong reacted quickly, and with his excellent judgment of the trajectory, he desperately reached out to touch the ball, and the shot would be forfeited.
In 30 minutes, he blocked the shots, dodged left and right, and actually saved nine shots that were on target.
To him, there were a few times when he barely touched the ball, and it was extremely thrilling.
But to others, he was in a very brave state. He was like the guardian of the goal line, and all the shots were blocked by him steadily, or he simply patted the ball down and hugged it in his arms.
Unless there was a close-up and slow-motion replay, no one would know that Mo Qiong only touched the ball. The observer would subconsciously infer the opponent's actions based on the results. This was the logical judgment of the human brain.
No one knew that touching the ball, hitting the ball, and patting the ball down, to Mo Qiong, as long as he did the first step, the second and third step would depend on his mood.
In these nine saves, he chose to forfeit the shot five times.
Because these five times, Han Dang was alone in the opponent's half of the field and had a chance.
Mo Qiong patted the ball down, turned around, and kicked it directly towards Han Dang.
This terrifying pass that crossed half of the field was so accurate that it was like a scalpel cutting open the heart.
It created another four chances for Han Dang to score a single shot.
Unfortunately, even if he did not hit the plane, the four shots were too accurate, and did not break the goal.
The stands were extremely excited a few times, and there were a few sighs.
However, this in itself was already an expression of enjoyment, even though the situation was very ugly.
Zhang Xin's statement that he would definitely score in ten minutes had long been discredited.
He was sweating profusely, and he tried his best to shoot seven times, and there were two passes that could be used as assists, but he still could not break the goal guarded by Mo Qiong.
He was getting a little carried away, and he still wanted the midfielder to create chances for him.
"How can 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 steady, this goal will be something …"
"His long passes are too much of a threat to us, the coach wants us to be steady until the end of the half."
Zhang Xin sighed, and looked at Mo Qiong, who was standing in front of the goal line, with some unwillingness.
His words of experience were useless against Mo Qiong, his state was so good that it made people feel hopeless.
If it was just guarding the goal, it was nothing much, but the long passes during the counterattack, which always cut through their defense line like precise guidance, was too scary.
The first half was about to end, and the sports school slowed down their attacks.
Team Yan was also very satisfied to end the first half like this, and started to control the ball in the backfield, which was also half of the field.
After a few minutes, Han Dang also knew that the first half was about to end. Plus, he was very tired, so he did not look for an empty space, and slowly walked in the middle of the field to wait for time.
The situation turned from an intense confrontation to a boring delay, and both sides wanted to wait for the first half to end.
Mo Qiong was also happy, his mind was not on the game, but constantly thinking about his own ability.
Under this boredom, most of the people in the stands started to not pay attention to the game.
Only Fatty was trying his best to talk to the girls, and was still trying his best to explain.
"Number 21 passed to Number 66."
"The sports school's striker snatched the ball, the ball was passed."
"Our backfield is passing the ball, erm … it's still passing back …"
"Passed half of the field! Erm … it's still passing back … "
"The ball is at the feet of the captain, Wang Xiong, he is passing the ball to the center back, still passing the ball, back and forth … erm … this …"
Fatty's voice was getting weaker and weaker, and his voice was getting lower and lower.
"Number 12 snatched the ball, Wang Xiong passed the ball back to the goalkeeper, and the goalkeeper continued to pass … pass … erm … erm? No, this is a long pass! The speed of the ball is very slow, and Han Dang's reaction is also slow, he is chasing the ball … he can't catch up, this ball … this ball is in? "
Fatty suddenly stood up, and his voice suddenly became a pitch higher.
"It's in, it's in, it's in! It's Number 1! Number 1 scored a goal! "
The people in the stands were also shocked by this scream, and they looked at the goal. Indeed, in front of the sports school's goal, their goalkeeper fell to the ground, facing the goal, and looked at the ball in the goal frame in a daze.
The referee was also stunned, and looked at the assistant referee, who signaled that it was a good shot. The referee blew the whistle, pointing to the midfield, and the goal was valid, Team Yan 1: 0.
"Our team scored?"
"Who scored?"
"Number 1! It's Number 1! "
"Who's Number 1?"
"Idiot, Number 1 is the goalkeeper!"
"F * ck! The goalkeeper scored? "
Everyone reacted, this was not a normal goal, the goalkeeper had kicked the ball from his own side's penalty area into the opposing team's goal.
This was a shot that could only be seen in videos, and they did not expect it to happen right in front of them.
Everyone thought that the first half was over, but they did not expect that the pass from the backfield was just an illusion, to make their opponents let down their guard.
In the end, the goalkeeper stood up, and suddenly kicked the goal from a long distance, and scored.
"Team Yan is awesome!"
"Goalkeeper 666!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
There was a thunderous celebration in the football field, and the men in the stands who loved their school's team madly slapped everything that could be slapped.
They came here prepared for their school's team to be beaten, but they did not expect that they would be in the lead.
The surprise was even more exciting, and the cheers resounded throughout the stadium, and even the people outside the stadium could hear it.
Mo Qiong stared blankly as his teammates rushed towards him, and he was also very confused.
"Awesome, Magic Ball, your kick is too strong!"
"Very smart, our pass made them let down their guard!"
His teammates were talking, and Wang Xiong was even more elated, as he had inexplicably received an assist.
It was him who had been forced to steal, and he had hurriedly passed the ball back to Mo Qiong. This was originally to delay time, but Mo Qiong had scored directly, and this pass had suddenly become an assist.
"Uh …" Mo Qiong looked stiffly at his teammates, who were crazy with joy, and did not dare to speak.
Could he say that he had just stopped the ball?
Yes, he had just stopped the ball, and in the end, he had stopped the ball into the opposing team's goal.
He had not thought of scoring at all, and his mind was thinking about the problem with his ability, waiting for time to end.
As he was not focused, he did not recover from Wang Xiong's sudden pass. At the same time, Wang Xiong's pass was too bad, too high and too rushed, and it was like a shot.
He was caught off guard, and only wanted to stop the ball, but his mind was not paying attention, and he thought of the opposing team's goal.
Sometimes, it was difficult for people to control their own thoughts, especially when they were not focused. He did not have a strong subjective choice of a target, but this ability had directly locked onto the target that he had subconsciously thought of.
As a result, the stop of the ball had turned into an earth-shattering shot.
"This ability of mine … is a passive one!"
Mo Qiong realized that every time he kicked the ball, he would definitely specify a landing point, no matter where the landing point was, but it could not be missing.
For all the objects that he had personally 'shot', he had to specify a target with his thoughts, every time!
He could not let nature take its course, and he could not let nature take its course.
He could only do as he saw fit, and even if he did not do as he saw fit, he would do as he saw fit subconsciously!
This was a passive ability that he could not turn off … unless he completely lost consciousness.
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