my football i call the shots

The chunky head coach of the South Lake Affiliated High School of the Southern Academy of Sciences shook his head, and said with a disappointed face: "If you lose, you lose. That's how the game is. However, we didn't lose wrongly, indeed."

"Oh???"

Cao Chen was very surprised. He didn't expect that the opponent he had a verbal conflict with just now would say "we are not wronged to lose".

The chunky head coach paused, and said to Cao Chen seriously: "Your No. 7, No. 9, goalkeeper, and No. 5 in the frontcourt, if you are right, your No. 5 is still a rare sweeper. Good seedling, with a large interception area, and also has the ability to control and command the backcourt. Even if your lineup is comparable to ours last season, it's just..."

"Just what???"

Obviously, what the opponent's head coach said aroused Cao Chen's interest.

"It's just that the connection between your two forwards is still too small. You need to find a way to let them have more connections. Otherwise, it will be difficult for them to continue to fight on their own and go further."

"Oh..." How could Cao Chen not know what the other party said?This lineup is originally a "semi-finished product", and the key issue is how to make "Cheetah" and "Zhang Ziyang" play the strength of 1+1 greater than 2.

"I will think of a way to solve this problem. I don't know if you have any suggestions, sir???"

In order to get some constructive suggestions from the other party, Cao Chen's tone was very humble at this time.

However, the head coach of the South Lake Affiliated High School of the Southern Academy of Sciences just shook his head silently, because he didn't have any particularly good advice for Cao Chen in front of him.

"Look at the video tape. In the past few years, Serie A liked to play a double striker formation. If you study and study, you may be able to find a way."

"Serie A..." Cao Chen nodded heavily: "I see, thank you bro, I hope your team can go further next season."

"Hahaha."

Perhaps it was because of the happy chat, the chunky head coach of the South Lake High School of the Southern Academy of Sciences also joked heartily.

"Forget it, as long as you don't meet a 'dark horse' like you in the first round next season! If it's true, the two good seedlings of your front line are both freshmen in high school, right? As long as you train well, Maybe, one of you will be the favorite to compete for the championship next season!"

"Hahaha, I have accepted my elder brother's words!"

Seeing the opponent's head coach making jokes with such interest, Cao Chen also smiled heartily. After all, he is not the kind of coach who likes to pretend to be wise and silent. Very much!

"Okay, you guys have a good time celebrating, I'll go back first."

"Okay, see you again."

"Goodbye."

Watching the short and fat head coach of the South Lake Affiliated High School of Southern Academy of Sciences turn around and walk back, Cao Chen silently sighed in his heart: Maybe the other party is not a very good coach, but at least, the other party is a real personality worth dating!

This conversation also made the skirmish between the two coaches disappear in the second half, and disappeared on the green field under the slanting sunset.

On the court, there was also a scene similar to the contact between the two coaches on the sidelines.

After celebrating the promotion victory with his teammates, Zhang Ziyang, who was also exhausted from the game, was about to return to the bench to drink water and wipe off his sweat when he caught sight of Feng Xizhi, who was slumped on the ground with a disappointed expression on his face.

For some reason, Zhang Ziyang felt inexplicable sympathy for the player who tried to hurt him in the first half.

That kind of inexplicable sympathy drove Zhang Ziyang to walk in the direction of Feng Xizhi.

Walking in front of Feng Xizhi, Zhang Ziyang bent down friendly and stretched out his right hand.

"Senior Feng, get up."

Looking at this tall figure, Feng Xizhi didn't even need to guess, he basically knew who it was - all the players in the field, only Zhang Ziyang had such an exaggerated height.

"Ah."

Seeing Zhang Ziyang's kind face, although Feng Xizhi had mixed feelings in his heart, he still took Zhang Ziyang's big hand extended to him, followed Zhang Ziyang's pull, and stood up from the grass.

"Well... Congratulations, you have been promoted to No. [-] Middle School."

At first, Feng Xizhi was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, but after thinking about it, he forced out a forced celebration.

"Senior Feng, you guys played really well too..."

"Okay, winner and loser, we lose if we lose." After interrupting Zhang Ziyang's polite words, Feng Xizhi continued: "The competition here at Nanhu High School is over, and I should go back to Guangfu High School for classes, you Come on, they are all from the professional team, don't disgrace our professional team."

Hearing Feng Xizhi mention the three words "professional team", Zhang Ziyang's heart suddenly stopped, because he thought of Liu Changqing who used to take care of him in the professional team.

"Hey, Senior Liu probably won too."

Hearing Zhang Ziyang mention "Liu Changqing", Feng Xizhi's face softened, but he didn't answer Zhang Ziyang's words, and he immediately changed the topic.

"Ziyang, do you know why I made such a big move in the first half???"

"Uh... I don't know." After being mentioned by Feng Xizhi, and thinking that he almost had a conflict with his senior in the first half, Zhang Ziyang blushed suddenly.

"Because, I think you have failed Changqing!" Feng Xizhi's voice was not loud, but powerful, and Zhang Ziyang's attitude did not allow Zhang Ziyang to refute or question.

Although Feng Xizhi's voice was stern at this time, in fact, although his shoveling action against Zhang Ziyang in the first half looked fierce, his intention was only to teach Zhang Ziyang a little lesson, and there was no harmful purpose in it. At that time, the experienced Feng Xizhi had already restrained himself, even if Zhang Ziyang did not evade in time, it would not cause harm.

"I……"

Zhang Ziyang was still thinking about explaining something, but Feng Xizhi interrupted again: "In the past, in the professional team, Changqing took care of you. He invited you to play football in Nanyu so sincerely, but you refused, and even ran to a To be honest, I was very disappointed to play in this kind of 'big team', at that time I thought you were letting yourself down!"

Speaking of this, Feng Xizhi suddenly laughed at himself.

"It seems that I was wrong. The strength of Nanhu No. 7 Middle School is really strong. Your No. [-]..." Feng Xizhi glanced at Gao Yi, who was on the bench in Nanhu No. [-] Middle School, before turning around and continuing: "He His potential is even stronger than yours, since you have such an excellent striker partner, I can understand you rejecting Changqing, so I am sorry for you, junior."

"No, no, Senior Feng, I am indeed sorry for Senior Liu..."

Seeing Zhang Ziyang's apologetic face, Feng Xizhi patted Zhang Ziyang's shoulder comfortingly.

"Come on! People go to high places, and I am not the same. I took the special admissions test of the Southern Academy of Sciences for better prospects, and I broke up with Changqing... Sigh!!!"

Speaking of this, Feng Xizhi also sighed deeply.

As inseparable midfield partners of professional teams, Feng Xizhi and Liu Changqing also set a similar slogan of "continue to partner and win the championship together" when they were teenagers.

It's a pity that the promise is too fragile in the face of reality, too fragile to withstand a single blow.

"Ziyang! That's it, you work hard, remember, you must be proud of our professional captain, and by the way, help me with the long face that was eliminated in the first round, hahaha!"

After saying what he wanted to say, Feng Xizhi also laughed comfortably.

Regarding Feng Xizhi's expectations, Zhang Ziyang nodded firmly and said: "Senior Feng, I will!!!"

"Okay, it's getting late, go home early and eat early! I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, Feng Xizhi waved to Zhang Ziyang gracefully, then walked slowly towards his bench.

Zhang Ziyang did not leave, he watched Feng Xizhi move back.

In Zhang Ziyang's gaze, there was respect for a real man and a good senior.

Perhaps, Feng Xizhi lost this game, but this is just a game of his football career, such a real man is enough to win the respect of others!

On the football field, not only the competitive spirit on the field can move people, but off the field, this kind of loyalty to partners, this kind of brotherhood is enough to be a moving part!

Although it was almost 7 o'clock, the Huoshaoyun in the sky was still bright. They were like the dawn of victory, celebrating the black history of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School breaking the "round tour".

How will the next round of journey of Nanhu No. [-] Middle School be?
Are they just a dark horse with a flash of inspiration?
Or a strong rising youth army?

In the second round of the high school football league, how strong will Nanhu No. [-] Middle School meet? ? ?
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