A goal should be celebrated, especially when it was scored by the goalkeeper.
Mo Qiong was embarrassed. He didn't want to score the goal.
However, this ability was too overbearing. He had been distracted for a moment, and the stop had turned into a shot.
It was too high-profile, and he felt like he had gone overboard with his cheat code.
It was okay to cheat, but it couldn't be turned off. He was caught off guard.
His teammates surrounded him and praised him. The more enthusiastic the atmosphere, the calmer Mo Qiong became.
He thought to himself, Wouldn't it be suspicious if I didn't celebrate?
After being stunned for three seconds, Mo Qiong's expression changed. He waved his arms and shouted, "Isn't that awesome? Isn't that a godly kick? "
His teammates laughed. "Awesome, awesome! That was a heavenly show!"
"That kick was the best!"
He celebrated with his teammates. In the warm atmosphere, no one asked him if his shooting posture was a bit awkward.
The first half ended quickly. Everyone returned to the lounge with high spirits and cheers from the home team.
On the other hand, the sports school team was stunned. They had never thought that they would concede a goal.
Even if they had, they would have conceded a goal to the opponent after three or four goals.
It was a friendly match. As the sports school team, they had always played like this against the campus team.
But this time, they had suppressed the opponent's defense line and destroyed the left side. What did it mean to have 12 shots in the first half? Usually, it would have been 4: 0.
But now, they had played so fiercely. It would have been fine if they hadn't scored, but the goalkeeper had turned the tables and scored.
The sports school team was crestfallen. They returned to the lounge in silence.
However, the coach didn't scold them. Instead, he said seriously, "You played well. You're all in shape."
"What?" Everyone was shocked.
The coach said, "It's not your fault. I underestimated the opponent. I wanted to use this friendly match to practice and warm up. I didn't plan any tactics … I didn't expect the University of Yan to have a professional goalkeeper."
"Professional?" Zhang Xin was shocked. Although their team was also a professional team, they could only be considered professional. They were only in the C level. They would only be promoted to the B level after the Super Group. They had been working hard to get promoted.
On the other hand, the members of the University of Yan had their own jobs. They didn't want to become professional players.
The coach said, "He's at least at the A level!"
"Damn, they hired outside help for a friendly match?" Zhang Xin was confused.
"No, he's a second-year student from the University of Yan. He is in his twenties.... Mechanical," the coach said....
. Mechanical? Mechanical?
The coach said, "It doesn't matter what his major is. What's important is his talent. He hasn't undergone professional training. He didn't attack when he should have. His posture for saving and blocking was also not standard. However, he reacted quickly and calmly. His' sense of smell 'was very sensitive. The most important thing is his body. He is 1.89 meters tall and has long arms and legs. He was born to be a goalkeeper. "
"Without any professional training, he was able to easily confiscate nine of your threatening shots. Looking at the way he saved, his balance, and his wrist control are simply terrifying. Furthermore … he's very confident! He's the most talented kid I've ever seen. You've all been shot by his talent. "
. "Another surprise. His shots are very accurate. Let's not talk about the goal. You were too lax at the last minute. What really caught my attention was his long passes. He could always accurately find the only player in the front field. His position was very good. "
"If that center forward was you …" The coach pointed at Zhang Xin. "We would have been beaten four or five times."
Everyone from the sports school took a deep breath. They thought the coach was exaggerating.
They had been prepared to beat the opponent four or five times …
Zhang Xin lost his temper. He had worked hard all his life, but he had only been in the B level.
However, there were always talented people in football. There were even 18-year-old players in the Chinese Super League.
Seeing that everyone was shocked, the coach said, "Don't be discouraged. I will assign tasks. Smoke University's defense is full of mistakes. You will have plenty of chances to break the goal!"
Although he said that, the coach didn't care about the outcome.
The tactics and adjustments he would emphasize were all targeted at Smoke University's goalkeeper, Mo Qiong.
He planned to use this friendly match to secretly observe the goalkeeper of this amateur team.
Smoke University's amateur coach didn't notice the same thing.
He only felt that Mo Qiong had performed well and withstood the pressure of the sports school team.
He encouraged Mo Qiong, saying that his last goal was a stroke of genius. He praised him for bringing the team to a one-point lead and told him to maintain his condition.
The two coaches focused on different things. The coach didn't think that the last goal was difficult. When both sides were lax, the goalkeeper had a sudden inspiration. It wasn't a big deal to hang the goal.
The key was the accuracy of the long pass. With such accuracy, it was normal for the ball to go into the goal. It was the goalkeeper's fault for being lax.
Could they always rely on the goalkeeper to hang the goal to score? It was impossible.
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The second half started quickly. Mo Qiong noticed that the sports school team had adjusted their formation.
There were four players in the front line. Did they lose their minds? Were they going all out?
Mo Qiong felt the pressure after just two minutes.
Their rear defensive line was directly punctured, especially Wang Xiong. Although he was the captain and had a high passion for football, his skills were really not complimentary.
A few of his passes were too slow and were intercepted.
Once the defense line lost the ball, the sports school team's front line immediately posed a threat to Mo Qiong's goal.
Mo Qiong faced a shot almost every minute. Although many of the balls went out of the end line and were easily confiscated, it was an ugly scene.
He knew that such shots were no real threat, but the alumni didn't know that.
The spectators were nervous, afraid that the school team would lose the ball in the next second.
Every time the ball was confiscated, Mo Qiong would pass it quickly. At first, he just threw the ball to the midfield.
Not only were their defenders bad, but their midfield was bad as well. They wanted to pass the ball to Han Dang, but it was always passed to the opposing players.
A few minutes later, the ball would be sent to Mo Qiong in the form of a shot.
"Steady! Are you passing back or assisting?" Mo Qiong had a good temper, but he couldn't help scolding Wang Xiong.
It was obvious that Wang Xiong had been punched through. He was dizzy and started to pass the ball back to the goalkeeper as soon as he touched it.
Mo Qiong had mentioned this problem more than once, but Wang Xiong couldn't change it. As long as he was dizzy, he would pass the ball back to him.
The problem was that he couldn't pass it well … Who the hell had seen a pass that required the goalkeeper to chase after the ball?
If Mo Qiong was slower, it would be a corner kick.
Just now, his pass was too wide. Mo Qiong chased for a few steps and found that the ball was caught by Zhang Xin, who then passed it to the center.
Mo Qiong lost his position and was almost shot into the goal.
Luckily, he decisively defended. At the critical moment, he jumped and used his fingertips to head the ball to the right side defender.
Mo Qiong knew how to set the landing point of the ball. If he dared to hit that ball down, he wouldn't be in a good state. He would be a goalkeeper!
"Awesome! Your hands are so f * cking long! "The right side defender exclaimed in admiration after coming to the rescue.
The sports school's forward was about to collapse. How could he head it out?
The spectators exclaimed. They felt that it was too dangerous.
At the same time, the coach shouted, "Good! Steady! Steady and you'll win! "
It was normal for the coach to exclaim. However, the coach from the sports school had also come up and celebrated when he saw the save. "Good! Good save! "
"Huh?" Great Coach Yan was dumbfounded. 'Your teammate missed the shot. What's there to celebrate?'
The coach didn't care about what others thought. He looked at Mo Qiong with shining eyes and was unusually excited.
He was the only one who knew how difficult it was to head the ball to the right winger just now. The requirements for strength and control were very harsh.
Even if he was a goalkeeper in the Chinese Super League, being able to head the shot out of the goalpost was already an excellent performance. It was rare.
Most of the time, it might just change its trajectory and end up in the goal.
However, Mo Qiong had passed the ball to the player on the right side of the penalty area. It was equivalent to directly removing the strength of the shot. How steady and strong were his hands?
Actually, from how Mo Qiong always shot the ball and tossed it to the foot of the midfield, he could tell that Mo Qiong's hands were very strong.
Now, with an extreme jump and a fingertip to the ball to his teammate, it was undoubtedly a goalkeeper's physical talent.
"He's a natural-born goalkeeper."
After seeing Mo Qiong's talent, the coach no longer cared about the outcome of the match. Whether they won or lost this match was not as important as seeing Mo Qiong's potential.
"Well done! Continue! "The coach was elated. He wanted to force more of Mo Qiong's potential out of his player.
Those who didn't know better would think that he was also part of the coaching team.
Mo Qiong didn't know about this, but he really wanted to change the situation.
He was too tired, and it didn't feel good to be pinned down in front of the goal.
The defensive line didn't help him at all.
However, this was understandable. After all, there were four forwards and the midfield pressing forward. Even if there wasn't a difference in ability, the defensive line would be in a mess.
"If this continues, we'll concede a goal sooner or later. Everyone is in a daze." Mo Qiong could see that the defensive line had completely lost confidence. They were in desperate need of a counterattack to save them.
If he could score, it would definitely change their morale.
However, he passed the ball to the midfield many times, but his teammates didn't help. They couldn't even organize a decent attack. Pass it to the defenders … Forget it. He didn't dare to pass it.
If he had to shoot personally, he wouldn't be able to do it either. It was already too much for the goalkeeper to score once, let alone twice.
"Do you really think that we don't have Feng?" Mo Qiong suppressed his anger and fixed his gaze on Han Dang.
"Bang!"
A long pass cut across the field. The target was the inside of Han Dang's shoe.
To prevent Han Dang from missing the ball, he set the landing point on Han Dang's body.
As his roommate, he had seen Han Dang's shoes many times. He knew the details clearly. There was even a name on the inside.
In other words, Mo Qiong couldn't see the landing point now, but he had seen it before … It was a landing point that existed in his memory.
Han Dang thought about the landing point as he moved closer to the penalty area.
When he saw the ball falling, he raised his chest and kicked his right foot. The ball hit the name on the inside of his shoe and bounced not far away.
Han Dang rushed forward and dribbled the ball directly towards the goalkeeper …
This ball was unprecedentedly comfortable!
He was impressed by his own skill in unloading the ball.
Unfortunately, he soon regretted his shooting skills. The opponent's goalkeeper was also very good. He headed the ball out of the end line.
"F * ck! It didn't even go in! "Han Dang covered his face.
Mo Qiong was also helpless. Just because there was a chance, it didn't mean that they would be able to go in. If they could definitely go in, why would they need a goalkeeper?
He could only say that after conceding the ball once, the goalkeeper was very focused and performed well.
"It's okay, there will be plenty of chances …" Mo Qiong didn't care at all. It was Han Dang's problem whether they could go in or not. He only cared about feeding Han Dang the ball and threatening the opponent, forcing the opponent to withdraw their overly oppressive formation.
However, he didn't know what the coach of the sports school was doing. He insisted on competing in the front line.
He didn't have any intention of restraining this extremely aggressive formation at all.
Therefore, in the entire second half, the sports school team was able to suppress the opponent.
Mo Qiong bravely stopped shooting and quickly counterattacked with a long pass. He found Han Dang's position and created an advantageous opportunity.
Again and again, he penetrated the back line every time, allowing Han Dang to receive the ball comfortably.
How could it not be comfortable? It was all because of the name on Han Dang's shoe!
Gradually, Mo Qiong became more and more familiar with his ability. In fact, it wasn't difficult to control it. He just had to remember that he had to have a target.
The target had to be clear. The clearer it was, the more accurate it would be. It could be the target in his memory. In the end, the ball would land at the target's current position.
During this period, because Han Dang had too many chances, the opponent directly fouled him and put him outside the penalty area, giving him a free kick.
Mo Qiong thought about it and didn't go up. Although they had a free kick player, for an amateur team, as long as someone raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to play, he could try the free kick.
He knew that as long as he went for the free kick, he would definitely be able to score.
However, Mo Qiong didn't care about this kind of honor. He just wanted to finish it easily and find a place to quickly study his ability.
Little did he know, just like that, he had already attracted the attention of the opponent's coach.
His saves, his counterattacks, and his terrifying long passes made the coach of the sports school team dance with joy. He was extremely excited.
That coach rubbed his hands and shook his head in amazement. He even clicked his tongue as if he had seen a treasure.
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