my football i call the shots

"call……"

Luckily escaping, Zhang Ziyang got up from the ground and picked up the ball that Gao Yi kicked away.

"Gao Yi, it seems that I think too highly of you."

While throwing the ball back to Gao Yi, Zhang Ziyang showed an arrogant face again. Gao Yi missed the first ball. In this way, the pressure on Zhang Ziyang was much less.

Just now Zhang Ziyang scored four out of five, even if Gao Yi scored all the next four goals, he could only draw with Zhang Ziyang.

Silently took the ball that Zhang Ziyang threw at him, Gao Yi did not respond to Zhang Ziyang's "trash talk", because at this time Gao Yi's mind was full of reflections on the "anti-aircraft gun" just now.

what happened? ? ?

How could it be so much stronger than what I predicted? ? ?
Could it be that you are full from lunch? ? ?
Gao Yi racked his brains but couldn't figure out what was going on.

Unable to figure out the reason, Gao Yi's thoughts became a little confused. He turned his gaze away from the goal and stared straight at the professional-grade artificial turf of No. [-] Middle School.

Artificial turf is different from natural turf. The color of artificial turf is too rich, which is different from the vitality of natural turf. Even after the sun shines, artificial turf will emit a pungent smell of chemical materials.

Because artificial turf can save a lot of maintenance costs and has a long service life, some schools with sufficient funds have already removed the traditional natural turf and replaced it with these more aesthetically pleasing artificial grass.

Looking at the green "plastic grass", Gao Yi seemed to have discovered something, and saw him tentatively stretching out his right foot to rub against the grass.

What's the matter, these fake grass are so slippery!There is so little friction between the sneakers and the ball!
Gao Yi was startled, because he found the problem—the surface of the artificial turf was extremely smooth, and just now he was using the same strength as he usually kicks on natural turf, so the strength of the shot naturally surpassed his own. prediction.

In the end, it was because the No. [-] Middle School was too poor, and the two football fields in the school were still traditional natural turf, so Gao Yi was so unfamiliar with this advanced thing.

With an idea, Gao Yi thought of a small solution.

"Zhang Ziyang, wait a minute, the soles of the shoes are a bit slippery, I need to wipe them off."

Gao Yi signaled Zhang Ziyang to wait for a while, and ran to the edge of the court, sometimes rubbing his soles desperately on the plastic, and sometimes trotting on the smooth grass, which made the surrounding audience a little confused
"Come on, don't dawdle."

Seeing Gao Yi hovering in front of the edge of the court and the plastic runway, although Zhang Ziyang showed extreme impatience, he could see Gao Yi's weird behavior at a glance—Gao Yi was quickly adapting to artificial intelligence. The turf, while using plastic to run, those irregular plastic particles bring stronger friction to the sole.

"You really deserve to be a football genius!!!"

Seeing that Gao Yi could make corresponding countermeasures so quickly, Zhang Ziyang silently gave a thumbs up in his heart even though he was proud.

The witty Zhang Ziyang's provocation of the penalty shoot-out caught Gao Yi's lack of familiarity with artificial turf. There are many football fields in Nanhu City, but there are not many fields with artificial turf. There are supporting stadiums and Nanhu People's Stadium.

Nanhu No. 500 Middle School has never been "kicked" by Cheetah Gao Yi before, so it can naturally be ruled out, and the rent on the Xianyu Coast is as high as [-] yuan an hour, which is not affordable for ordinary students at all. Not to mention the Nanhu City People's Stadium, which looked more like a decoration stadium. Except for the provincial sports meeting, when the doors were open for competitions, the doors were usually closed.

Although a "wild ball king" like Gao Yi can be said to be handy in those "vegetable field" field fields, it is the first time he is on such a professional artificial grass, no matter how amazing he is, he is bound everywhere.

Zhang Ziyang was so confident in provoking Gao Yi's penalty shootout because he took into account the opponent's unfamiliarity with this "away game" environment.

But Zhang Ziyang's "trick" only succeeded once.

……

"Gao Yi, are you alright?" A full 5 minutes passed, and this time, Zhang Ziyang was really impatient.

"Alright, alright, here we come."

Hearing Zhang Ziyang's urging, Gao Yi finally ended his weird behavior and trotted back to the restricted area.

"Zhang Ziyang, your little plan is probably going to fail, hehe."

Gao Yi smiled slyly. This playful smile made Zhang Ziyang feel embarrassed: This guy not only has a high golf IQ, but also has such a high EQ. He actually guessed his little plan in one go.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, it's almost dark." Zhang Ziyang shouted impatiently to Gao Yi, and made a standard preparatory action to save the rescue.

"Zhang Ziyang, watch the ball!!!"

Due to a lot of time wasted just now, Gao Yi didn't hesitate this time, and straightforwardly, after signaling to Zhang Ziyang, he started the second shot.

This time, Gao Yi still chose a spoon penalty! ! !
Yes, stand up wherever you fall. When Gao Yi took the first shot, he fell on the root of the spoon penalty. This time, he also recovered the field!
Seeing Gao Yi's shoulder sinking to the left, Zhang Ziyang immediately made a judgment: he chose to jump to the lower right corner!
I saw Zhang Ziyang kicking his left foot hard on the ground, and his whole body flew towards the lower right corner like a Great Wall with a booster.

This time, Gao Yi's penalty kick did not appear to be an anti-aircraft gun again.

The ball drew a wonderful arc and flew into the goal net from the center. The whole process was smooth and elegant, just like a work of art kicked by a football master.

"Whoa..."

The surrounding crowd burst into applause.

Although the people around were questioning Gao Yi just now, Gao Yi's goal completely helped him regain his position. It has been a long time since no one in the No. [-] middle school could make Ibrahimovic so embarrassed. It's unbearable, and even using a spoon to take a penalty is a "killer move" that is extremely psychologically defensive and destructive.

Gao Yi, who was already handsome, changed the opinions of the surrounding audience with this spoon penalty kick, and even won the hearts of many girls and children's shoes present.

"continue!!!"

Zhang Ziyang growled viciously at Gao Yi. At this time, he was indeed irritated by Gao Yi-no one dared to use a spoon to provoke him to Xiao Yibrahimovic on the football field of No. [-] Middle School, and even kicked him twice in a row. time spoon!

"it is good."

After receiving the ball thrown back by Zhang Ziyang, Gao Yi confidently started his third shot!
This time, Gao Yi chose to shoot at the dead corner at the bottom right of the goal with a push shot.

And because Gao Yi shot a penalty kick twice in a row, Zhang Ziyang didn't react quickly to Gao Yi's third shot, because he was worried that Gao Yi, a guy who didn't play according to common sense, would come with a spoon. "Triple shot".

But also because Zhang Ziyang reacted too slowly, he missed the best chance to make a save, and he could only watch Gao Yi send the ball into the net.

"Crash..."

The surrounding audience burst into more intense applause. Such deafening cheers made Zhang Ziyang wonder if he was playing against Gao Yi at home.

"Zhang Ziyang, are you convinced???"

"Bah, continue!!!"

Zhang Ziyang spit thick phlegm on the ground angrily, and patted his gloves to signal Gao Yi to continue the game.

"Okay, cool, this time I'll shoot in the lower right corner!!!"

Gao Yi stepped back with a smirk on his face, ready to start the run-up.

bottom right? ? ?How can it be! ! !Am I a fool? ? ?
How could Zhang Ziyang believe Gao Yi's words, this time he decided to jump in the opposite direction that Gao Yi said - the lower left corner!

The movements of the two were almost synchronized. When Gao Yi's right foot touched the ball, Zhang Ziyang also kicked on the ground suddenly, and the whole person flew towards the bottom left of the goal.

But just as Zhang Ziyang flew out, he realized again... that he had jumped in the wrong direction again.

He would never have thought that Gao Yi would be so honest as he said, and still choose the lower right corner like the third shot.

Gao Yi's shooting skills are like wearing a sight, and he flew to the lower right corner of the goal without any mistakes, and did not stop the flight path until he came into close contact with the net.

"Wow..." "Niu X..." "That's amazing..."

This time, the crowd was no longer just cheering, and everyone even began to use various languages ​​to praise Gao Yi's superb footwork.

"Ha, Zhang Ziyang, didn't I tell you that I shot in the lower right corner, why are you still shooting to the left???"

"You... Gao Yi counts you as ruthless!"

Zhang Ziyang hammered the grass angrily, and looked at Gao Yi with sharp eyes.

Indeed, Gao Yi was too ruthless.

In football, especially during penalty shootouts, shooters occasionally engage in this mental tactic of "where do I shoot?"

This is a kind of disturbance, and it also gives the goalkeeper a kind of psychological pressure. Generally speaking, the goalkeeper has a probability of more than 80.00% not to rush in the direction the penalty player said.

But this kind of psychological tactics is all about luck. Some players are as "honest" as Gao Yi, and they shoot whatever they say. This kind of cunning "honesty" will also catch the goalkeepers by surprise.

"Hey, that's what I call honesty."

Gao Yi still had a smirk on his face. At this time, his mood was very bright. All the haze of yesterday was swept away with his three consecutive goals.

This ridicule also caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding onlookers. Some people in the crowd have already begun to guess Gao Yi's identity, and even a few have already guessed it. After all, people who play football will naturally contact Gao Yi when they hear the name Gao Yi. Go to Gao Yi, the "Cheetah" in No. [-] Middle School.

After missing the first penalty, he has already scored three goals in a row. As long as he scores the last penalty safely, he will score four out of five like Zhang Ziyang. If everyone draws, what is the bet? Naturally, it became empty talk.

Gao Yi saw Zhang Ziyang's blushing face at this moment, he couldn't help but get excited, and saw him lazily asking Zhang Ziyang: "What if I am also a five-and-four???"

"Addition match! One goal to win!" Zhang Ziyang said through gritted teeth, "Anyway, this penalty shootout must be decided."

There are two important reasons for Zhang Ziyang's insistence on Gao Yi. For the first time, he naturally hoped that he would win the penalty shootout and absorb Gao Yi, a football genius, into the No. [-] high school team. The other reason was that , his little Ibrahimovic can't hold back his face!

Just think about it, being teased so embarrassingly at home, even including the scoop penalty kick, it's on those professional athletes, they all want to get back on the field, let alone Zhang Ziyang who is still at the age of 16 The hot-blooded stage of youth.

"It's refreshing enough! Then come!"