stadium assassin

Chapter 4 The biggest gain

Substitutions started constantly on the field, even whether Zhu Hong and Zhang Yu could be replaced.

Only Wang Qi remained on the court, and He Yihang was still observing. What Wang Qi gave him today was completely different from what Wang Qi gave him in the national competition.

It can even be said to be brand new. In the corner kicks and frontcourt set kicks just a few times ago, Wang Qi appeared on the second point. Even some tall players in the red group couldn't beat him.

It's not because of his physical strength, but because Wang Qi can always appear there immediately, as if the ball came to him automatically.

This is not simply luck. It is okay to say once, but it is not luck twice or three times, but strength.

"Unfortunately, if his quality is better, with his potential, I'm sure there will definitely be a place for him in the world football in the future!" Wang Hang said regretfully.

He Yihang felt sorry for Wang Hang, but He Yihang didn't believe that Wang Qi was just like that. He was observing, hoping that Wang Qi could bring him more surprises.

Wang Qi ran back and forth on the field, but Wang Qi clearly felt that although he had used the prediction ability more times, he was getting more and more tired.

"It seems that simply predicting the route of this kind of ball can't be too many times, otherwise I can't support the end of the game at all..."

Wang Qi looked at the coach on the sidelines, but he still didn't intend to replace him. He didn't know whether he hadn't finished his inspection, or he approved it.

However, Wang Qi believes that as long as he scores another goal, his strength will be recognized. The current score is [-] to [-], and the red team is still leading.

The newly replaced players in the yellow group are in a hurry to prove themselves. Even if they have the ball in their hands, they hope to hold it longer. I can only grab the second spot, but those are not very good positions. Even if I kicked in again , The members of the yellow team also rushed to shoot, which had no practical effect at all.

So now Wang Qi is almost at the midfield, expecting to get the ball. Sure enough, Wang Qi reached the midfield and the ball passed to Wang Qi's feet. Wang Qi looked at the frontcourt and found that there were only two people in the frontcourt. Wang Qi Kicked the ball back, hoping to control the rhythm of the game and wait until his teammates pressed up to attack.

It's a pity that the person who received the pass from Wang Qi went straight to the left winger, but after the left winger in the yellow team received the ball, he found that he was surrounded by two defenders and had no way to break through.

At this moment, the winger heard Wang Qi's voice behind him, and immediately knocked the ball back to Wang Qi, and Wang Qi knocked the ball back to the midfielder again at the first time, finally slowing down the rhythm of the game.

Seeing Wang Qi touch the ball these few times, He Yihang let out a "huh". Although Wang Qi knocked back these few times, there was no problem for a layman, but it effectively opened up the scope of the players in the red group.

What's even more commendable is that the rhythm of the game began to slow down after several knockbacks by Wang Qi.

"Is he conscious or unconscious?" He Yihang said with a shocked expression.

Wang Qi knocked back a few times this time, and actually found that the opponent's aura has become stronger, while his own aura has become weaker. In this situation, if the love is blindly attacking, it will concede sooner or later.

In particular, Wang Qi found that the luck on his side began to lose, while the luck on the other side was slowly increasing.

He Yihang thought it was Wang Qi's view of the overall situation, but he didn't know that it was the result of Wang Qi's use of prediction, and Wang Qi wanted to kill the opponent's good luck.

Sometimes there will be such a scene on the football field, two players with a difference in the level of the game, the weaker side coincidentally scores a goal at a certain point in time, and in the next game even the strong team takes up all the goals. The advantage, but just can't score a goal.

Everyone who watched the game said that luck was too bad, and in Wang Qi's view, that was the case. At a certain point, even a must-goal goal might hit the goal frame.

And at some points of time with strong luck, or you may make a long shot.

So when he found that his luck was low and the opponent's luck was strong, Wang Qi automatically slowed down the pace of the game.

Seeing that Wang Qi automatically started to slow down the pace of the game, He Yihang and Wang Hang shocked Wang Qi's overall situation again.

"I remember him. It seems he is still playing college games? Are you sure he wasn't trained by a professional team?"

The more Wang Hang watched, the more shocked he asked, and He Yihang was also shocked. He didn't notice this at all when he was watching the high school competition. Could it be that he didn't show it because the opponent was too weak in the high school competition.

However, seeing that the players in the yellow team always passed to the frontcourt to be interrupted by the red team after receiving Wang Qi's return pass, He Yihang rearranged and began to instruct the players on the field to hand the ball to Wang Qi, so that Wang Qi to organize.

Although the people on the field didn't understand what the coach meant, and the ball was handed over to a forward to direct, was the coach not joking?
However, the players on the field did not disobey. After all, the meaning of all the coaches is the most important. If they don't even listen to the coach's words, then I am afraid that they will only be eliminated.

Wang Qi suddenly felt that his team was playing smoothly. Many times, he could slowly organize the attack to the midfield, instead of driving to the frontcourt with a big foot. Many times when his teammates got the ball, Wang Qi Qi can always find a gap to get the ball and pass it out again.

And the yellow team's teammates gradually realized that no matter what, Wang Qi could always appear in the opponent's gap.

However, although Wang Qi passed the ball to the frontcourt, he had no effective offense and no tactics, all relying on everyone's skills. This is a game that relies entirely on individual skills.

It just so happens that Wang Qi can only rely on the original body feeling now, but even so, Wang Qi still caught a few loopholes and almost passed through the opponent's gate.

Although the goalkeeper of the red team kept reminding him to crucify Wang Qi, what Wang Qi found was the second point, which was the most difficult. Generally, in football matches, everyone goes for the first point. The second point is not pleasant to say, it depends entirely on luck.

But Wang Qi was always able to stand in the most suitable position, as if Wang Qi had already predicted the result before the first attack.

Wang Qi kicked the ball towards the bottom line on the left. Everyone thought the attack had failed, but at this moment, suddenly a yellow figure flashed through the red players like lightning.

"Hurry up and stop him..." the goalkeeper reminded loudly.

Because it is close to the bottom line of the goal, the red team players dare not foul, only keep getting stuck.

And the speed of the ball is very fast, and the ball is about to go out of the sideline, so the players of the red team hope it is a goal kick.

However, No. [-]'s speed greatly exceeded everyone's surprise, and he caught up with the ball when it was about to go out of the sideline.

But No. [-] is not easy to stop the ball, half of the body is out of bounds. If No. [-] falls at this time, it must be a goal kick.

No. [-] himself knew this situation, so he immediately used a mandarin duck crutch in the air to kick the ball towards the goal.

This is a low ball, and the members of the red team dare not touch the ball at the first time for fear that it will be an own goal.

At this moment, Wang Qifei volleyed in mid-air. The goalkeeper of the red team had no time to react, and watched the football enter the goal...

Seeing the yellow team enter the door again, Wang Hang said happily: "Congratulations, you have found many good seedlings this year, especially that Wang Qi, who is simply the biggest discovery this time. The World Youth Championship can completely revolve around him as the core..."

He Yihang asked after hearing his assistant's words: "Why do you think he can't perform well in this class?"

Wang Hang shook his head and said: "No, it's just that he still has a lot of shortcomings and needs to be trained. Although we have all seen his powerful talent, he is not enough to become the core now..."

He Yihang looked at Wang Qi's back and fell into contemplation, and suddenly said: "Wang Qi's lore sense of smell in front of the door is definitely the most talented I have ever seen. If such a good card, we can't make the best use of him. , what a pity!"

Hearing He Yihang's words, Wang Hang asked in surprise: "Could it be that you really want to use him as the core!"

He Yihang didn't answer Wang Hang's words, but just stared at Wang Qi on the field...

Wang Qi was definitely the most dazzling player in this red-yellow group match. Although the final result of the match was [-]-[-], no one on the court scored a triple and performed a hat-trick.

Although this game is not an official game, the game time is not valid for 90 minutes, and the number of players from both sides has reached more than 50, but this still cannot conceal Wang Qi's brilliance.

Seeing Wang Qi tightly surrounded by the crowd, Sun Xiang realized for the first time that he underestimated the college competition, especially Ouyang Bing, who he cared most about, hadn't come yet.

"Damn... next time I will definitely not make you so proud..." Sun Xiang clenched his fists and whispered.

At night, the coach's house is packed, and the day's games provide a wealth of information for the coaching staff.

In the end, the coaching staff sorted out several excellent personnel, including Sun Xiang and Zhang Zhang in the forward line, Zhang Yu in the center, Zhu Hong in the midfield, No. The two goalkeepers of the red group and the red group, Li Ruo and Wang Yuan.

Seeing the seven players organized by the coaching staff, He Yihang asked suspiciously: "Why didn't I see Wang Qi's name?"

Hearing He Yihang's words, several assistant coaches looked at each other and said: "Of course there is him, but we don't know where to position him. Looking at his performance today, there are several positions in forward, attacking midfielder and midfielder. They all played very well, and we have discussed several times because of his position, but there is no result..."

No wonder these assistant coaches are so arguing. After all, Wang Qi's strength is seen by all the coaches during the day. Once his position is decided, there will be an assistant coach in charge of him.

And such a good seed, as long as it is well trained, it will be a rare asset in his coaching career, so the three assistant coaches in the midfield, striker, and front midfielder all hope to arrange Wang Qi's position in their hands.

It is precisely because of the stalemate that I finally hope that the head coach He Yihang will decide...

Of course He Yihang understands the thoughts of these assistant coaches in his hands, but because of Wang Qi's position, He Yihang also has a terrible headache now, and he originally hoped that these assistant coaches could give him some advice.

After the meeting, He Yihang left Wang Hang alone and said, "Look, these people are very selfish, what a headache!"

Wang Hang smiled and said: "Don't say it's them, if I were an assistant coach in these positions, I would also have their thoughts, after all, they are not the head coach..."

He Yihang smiled complacently when he heard Wang Hang's words. After all, he was the one who discovered Wang Qi, and he was his disciple. No one else should be able to change this.

"It's just that I can't play such a good hand, or I can't play the best power and have a headache..."

Hearing He Yihang's words, Wang Hang spit out a sip of water, said with a smile: "I think you got cheap and act good, you should be proud of finding such an excellent player..."

"By the way, how does the Ouyang Bing you value most compare to Wang Qi?" Wang Hang asked with interest.

Hearing Wang Hang's words, He Yihang said excitedly: "That kid is definitely a genius that is rarely seen in ten years. Not only is he good at his feet, but he also has that kind of overall situation view and a very rare sense of the ball. Up to now, I can go to the national football team..."

Wang Hang knew that this friend of his would not exaggerate, unexpectedly besides the Wang Qi he saw during the day, there was such a genius, so he immediately asked:

"Then how does it compare with Wang Qi?"

Hearing Wang Hang's words, He Yihang was silent for a moment, thought and thought, as if it was difficult to answer, seemed difficult to draw a conclusion, and finally said hesitantly:

"If it was before today, I would definitely tell you that it was Ouyang Bing without hesitation, but it is no exaggeration to say that Haicheng High School won the final championship, and more than half of the credit should be attributed to him. What I see in my body is the demeanor of a star, but after today, it is difficult for me to answer you, I can only say that it is bright for a while, I just hope that Wang Qi's performance today is not an accident!"

"Ouyang Bing, I really look forward to you more and more, and Wang Qi..." Wang Hang became more and more interested in these two people after hearing He Yihang's words.

(End of this chapter)