crazy left back

Chapter 362 Overreaction
"Zhao Nu, good job!" Yuan Dongshuai praised Zhao Nu once again when he fell to the ground and destroyed the football under Balati's feet.

Shahrier was beside Yuan Dongshuai: "Crazy, don't just watch other people perform, you have to work hard too! You have to pass the football to me!"

"Pass the football to you? Can you control the ball well?" Yuan Dongshuai poked someone's sore spot. He had never missed a shot, and this time was no exception.

Sharill jumped and said, "Who hasn't made a mistake? I can handle the ball well!"

"Don't tease me! So far, I've passed you five balls. When did you control the ball well? If you can't control it, you can't control it well. Don't use mistakes as an excuse!" Yuan Dongshuai said bluntly.

"Can this be my fault? Someone in Yining No. [-] High School specially marks me! Give me more chances, and I will definitely handle your pass well!" Shariel knew that he was wrong, and his attitude was no longer so tough, and he became swearing ensure.

"Why should I trust you?" This game is related to the ownership of the championship. Yuan Dongshuai, as the core of the team's offensive organization, cannot be careless. He must clearly know how to get rid of the opponent's marking!
Sharil was caught up in the question, and couldn't answer for a long time: "Well... look at Yining No. [-] Middle School, even if Balati is being guarded by Zhao Nu, they will pass the football to Balati! Give me a chance, once in a while, I can grasp it!"

"When you seize the opportunity, the day lily will be cold!" Yuan Dongshuai decisively ended the conversation and threw himself into the competition.

Sharill gritted his teeth and began to think about how to get rid of the marking players of Yining No. [-] Middle School.

. . . . . .

In terms of the excitement of the game, no one will be disappointed by the fans who watched the final.

But they also have some regrets in their hearts, because 10 minutes passed in the third game, and neither side scored a goal!
The guest commentator of XJ Meipu sighed: "Before the start of the game, everyone guessed that this will be a goal war, a game where the two sides compete for offensive ability.

But the coaches of the two sides gave different answers. They were competing for defense!

Whoever can't hold back first and makes a mistake in defense, then whoever will be in an absolutely passive position.

There is not much time left in the first half. Which coach of the two sides will break the balance ahead of time and take the initiative to make tactical changes?
Will there be an accident on the court that changes the trend of the game?Will the goal come?

This is a wonderful game, and it is also a game that consumes a lot of energy from both players! "

The guest commentator of XJ Satellite TV pays more attention to the status of the players on the field: "Yining No. [-] Middle School is strong, and the lunatic God of War dare not go forward easily. Most of the time he hides in the backcourt of No. [-] Middle School, relying on long passes to organize attacks!
Shahrier should have received the most passes from the crazy God of War, but unfortunately he was marked by the players of Yining No. 10 Middle School, and the number of times he got the ball was the least in the team. Three [-] minutes, can he have a blast for the remainder of the first half?

The left side of No. [-] Middle School was severely restricted, and the left side of Yining No. [-] Middle School did not perform exceptionally well.

Hursi is equivalent to the Mad God of War in No. [-] Middle School, but Hursi's ability is far weaker than that of Mad Men's God of War. He is not the core of Yining No. [-] Middle School's offensive organization. He is just a passer for Balati. Under the restriction of Zhao Nu, Hursi only successfully completed a limited number of passes.

Balati was restrained, and Zhao Nu's marking was very successful!However, I am worried about Zhao Nu, his running distance is far beyond the average level, can he last until the end of the game?Or, can he last until the end of the first half? "

A stalemate game, anxious fans.

The fans of Yining No. [-] Middle School are very anxious, and the fans of No. [-] Middle School are also very anxious.

But they didn't shout for a goal, for fear that the players would be under too much pressure and perform abnormally.

Holding the camera in his hand, Zhou Yu snapped at Yuan Dongshuai: "Madman, you've been silent for so long, shouldn't you erupt?"

Zhou Yutong's camera was hanging around her neck, she held her hands tightly together, her eyebrows were tightly knit together: "Crazy, you can bring victory to the No. [-] Middle School, you can bring the champion to the No. [-] Middle School, I trust you!"

Bi Jing only cares about Murthy: "Wood, I am silently supporting you, keep the goal and don't let the opponent's Balati score!"

Praying and hoping, Zhou Yu, Zhou Yutong, and Bi Jing watched the game on the court and the time on the big screen at the same time.

Every minute and every second has passed so long, yet so short, it feels like years, and time flies.

This disorganized sense of time drives them crazy, and it drives all the fans crazy!
. . . . . .

"Shahril breaks through with the ball! Shahril passes the ball to Babur! Babur hits Shahril back! Shahril stabs and shoots! The football rolled into the net from the goalkeeper's crotch!" Luo Ni roared excitedly.

"After 45 minutes of silence, Sharill seized the last second and scored the winning goal in the first half!" Xue Guer was also very excited, and his voice was not much lower than that of Luo Ni!
The teachers and students of No. [-] Middle School were all overjoyed, and all their emotions exploded in an instant!Arieh is no exception: "Teachers, students, cheer up! Dance Pusna with me!"

Thousands of teachers and students, and tens of thousands of "foreign aid" from KLMY City, all with their backs to the field, hooked their shoulders, their bodies swayed and swayed rhythmically, and many of them even waved their fan scarves.

While beating, they shouted: "The left side is king! The left side is king!..."

The momentum was spectacular and powerful, and the fans who came to watch the game were deeply affected, and many people followed suit and shouted slogans!
Amidst the cheers and shouts, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half, and the players of No. [-] Middle School walked into the locker room in groups of three and four with smiles on their faces.

In the locker room, Yuan Xiti applauded vigorously and said loudly: "We played a perfect first half, especially Shahril. He had limited opportunities to get the ball, but scored a key goal. We are proud of him. applaud!"

The teenagers of the No. [-] Middle School all stood up and applauded the hero of the goal, Shahrier. Many players even shouted the slogan of the fans: "Shahrier, we love you!"

Shariel has always been proud, but at this time, he has learned to be low-key and restrained: "Good luck, pure luck!"

"Good luck is always reserved for those who are prepared. Sharill, you kept seeking cooperation with Babur in the second half of the first half. You even caught up with Zhao Nu in the running distance. This goal, It’s the result of your hard work! You don’t need to be humble, you are totally worthy of our applause and cheers for you!” Yuan Xiti knew the value of Shahrir’s goal, so he praised Shahrir in a high-profile way, hoping that Shahrir would bring With a sense of arrogance, to complete more shots, more goals!
After praising Shalier, Yuan Xiti also wanted to show concern for Zhao Nu, the hardest, most tired, and most important member of the team: "Boy Zhao Nu, go to the massage bed and lie down, the masseur of the urban youth training team will massage your muscles for you! "

Zhao Nu was flattered, knowing that there is no masseur in the middle school team, Yuan Xiti specially invited a masseur from the city youth training team for himself, the care is self-evident!

Zhao Nu rubbed the back of his head and said embarrassedly, "I am sensitive. Whenever someone touches me, I will itch all over. I can't help laughing. Let the masseuse play with me. I'm afraid I will die laughing in the locker room!"

The experienced masseur of the city youth training team ordered loudly, "Go and lie down on the massage table!"

Zhao Nu looked at Yuan Xiti as if asking for help, and Yuan Xiti said seriously, "Be obedient!"

With his arms unable to twist his thighs, Zhao Nu obediently lay down on the massage table.

The masseur approached step by step, and Zhao Nu, who was terrified, had his hairs on end standing on end, and tightly grasped the edge of the massage bed with both hands, looking like a young daughter-in-law who was about to be humiliated.

The masseur put his hands on Zhao Nu's shoulders, and Zhao Nu felt a force that penetrated his muscles and bones, which was very comfortable.

But when the masseuse's hands were pressed on his waist, Zhao Nu bounced up like an electric shock, smiled strangely, and yelled strangely, "It's too itchy, let me go!"

The masseuse shook his head, walked into the shower next to the changing room, and started to run hot water!

"Boy, take off your clothes and lie down in the bathtub!" the masseuse ordered.

Under Yuan Xiti's stern gaze, Zhao Nu did not disobey the order of the masseur, lay down in the white porcelain bathtub, and began to take a bath comfortably!

Very comfortable, Zhao Nu's muscles began to relax, and the masseuse also tried to massage Zhao Nu's thigh muscles and calf muscles!

Lying in the water, Zhao Nu's body's sensitivity suddenly weakened, and he didn't react too aggressively to the masseur's invasion.

(End of this chapter)