Quick Pass: Play Cannon Fodder

Because in the setting of this holographic game, football has become a mass sport, and the one-month U17 league is scheduled to be held in Xiongan City, and there are no empty seats.

In the opening game, Xing Huan followed his teammates from the player tunnel to the green field. Hearing the fans' shouts and cheers for the first time, he was immediately excited.

Yao Yuan walked behind Xing Huan, and looked over Xing Huan's head to the penalty area of ​​the team.When he saw the place where he often ran, he couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

In fact, this league is Yao Yuan's last chance. The coach has already issued a notice to him. If his performance is still unsatisfactory, he will be relegated to Group B and will not be able to become a professional football player.

However, even so, he can still play this league, unlike Xiao Yinlong and Sun Peiyan, who can only sit on the coach's bench and stare blankly.

Seeing that Xing Huan kept waving his arms towards the opposite stand, Xiao Yinlong sneered: "A bumpkin is a bumpkin. After playing so many games, he still acts as if he has never seen the world. What a fucking embarrassment!"

Sun Peiyan looked towards the stands along Xing Huan's arm, and then caught Liang McQueen's figure under the sunshine of early spring.

I saw Liang McQueen standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP box, his tall and straight figure tilted slightly, but he couldn't resist his urge to wave to Xing Huan, and his brown eyes were full of pampering.

"Come on, my little crutch." Liang McQueen realized that Xing Huan couldn't hear him at all after blurting out this sentence.

Assistant Chen came in at this time and asked, "Mr. Liang, were you calling me just now?"

He was followed by two waiters, and the waiters put the freshly baked staple food on the specially provided dining table so that Liang McQueen could enjoy it to his heart's content.

However, Liang McQueen had no appetite at all, so he just cleared his throat and said, "It's okay, I'm not calling you, you can eat by yourself when you're hungry." After that, he looked at the court again, wishing he could eat Xing Huan.

Hearing these words, Assistant Chen was moved to tears, and couldn't help but wiped his glasses, thinking that the good-tempered Liang McQueen was back again, and it was all delaying Xing Huan's blessing.

It wasn't until Xing Huan finished singing the national anthem obediently that Liang McQueen put down his crutches and sat back in his wheelchair.

After the game started, the uncle said to himself on Liang McQueen's wrist: "I don't want to listen to the voice of the original artist anymore, it's too nasty."

In order to continue to heal Liang McQueen, Xing Huan temporarily handed over the smart watch to Liang McQueen, which really hurt the uncle, and he got goosebumps several times a day.

The VIP box where Liang McQueen was located was located above the central stand, which cut off the cheers from outside, and the environment was very quiet.Liang McQueen just watched the game silently, and at the same time noticed the huge screen opposite.

On the giant screen, sometimes the athletic figures of the players flashed past, sometimes the excited expressions of the fans flashed past, and the image of the VIP box also flashed, just because Liang McQueen was sitting here.

At this time, the voices of two commentators came from the TV next to Liang McQueen:

"Oh my God, look who I saw! The pride of the Chinese people, the legendary 'Whirlwind Left Foot' Liang McQueen is also watching the U17 opening match!"

"I saw it too. If I remember correctly, this is the first time Liang McQueen has returned to the stadium. Although he is a spectator, it will undoubtedly add luster to this opening match!"

Immediately afterwards, the two commentators began to work together, one of whom continued to explain the game, while the other intermittently talked about Liang McQueen's achievements and glory, while feeling sorry for Liang McQueen's foot injury.

Hearing this, Liang McQueen moved his left foot. He didn't know if it was a hallucination. He felt that his ankle was much more comfortable than before. It almost didn't hurt anymore, but it was a little hot.

Xing Huan ran on the field wearing spiked shoes, splashing clusters of green grass.As soon as the football rolled to his feet, the fans erupted in frantic chants, hoping that he would score a goal.

Liang McQueen stopped paying attention to his left foot and began to calm down to watch the game.

"The overall strength of the Xiongan A team is very strong. The current dribbler is No. 17 Wen Qiuren. He is good at playing in the middle. Let's see if there is a chance to score this time."

At this time, Xing Huan raised his head suddenly, then flicked his instep, and dribbled the ball past a defender.After rushing to the penalty area, several defenders blocked his line, so he had to push lightly and pass the ball to his teammate on the wing.

"Oh, it's such a pity that the teammate missed the shot and the ball returned to Fengning A's feet."

"Speaking of Wen Qiuren, I have to mention his birth. A grassroots player, he entered Xuqing with the support of the whole village. Now he is an excellent player in Xuqing. He has not joined any club yet."

The commentator's words once again attracted Liang McQueen's attention. He is currently still in the northern city of Xiongan. This football club is one of the best clubs in the country, and half of the national team's players play in it.

And he has already watched Xing Huan's game video all over, and the previous praise was definitely a sigh from the heart, without any personal emotions.

If Xing Huan intends to join Beicheng Xiong'an, he should appreciate Xing Huan's performance on the spot.

At the moment when Liang McQueen was distracted, the ratings of the opening game continued to soar, exceeding 0.7%, which was on par with the afternoon news, and this was only the traffic of TV.

And the ratings skyrocketed because fans were curious about Leung McQueen's presence -- why would a top player be there for this little opener?

Seeing that the players of the two teams are still in the warm-up period, one of the commentators finally couldn't hold back and said: "I don't think Liang McQueen's appearance is a coincidence. If he really can't return to the game, maybe he already has plans to become a coach." .”

"This sounds very regrettable, but it is also a helpless move. According to your meaning, the reason why Liang McQueen came to the scene in person is to scout for youth training players?"

"It's possible that Liang McQueen himself has to be asked about this matter. As we all know, Liang McQueen's nephew is an outstanding defender of the Xiong'an A team."

As soon as the two commentators finished speaking, the photographers frantically searched for Xiao Yinlong's figure on the court.

However, they couldn't find anyone after searching for a long time, and finally captured Xiao Yinlong's depressed expression on the coach's bench, and put this bitter melon face on the giant screen.

"The strange thing is that there is no such defender in the starting lineup, but Xu Qing's No. 11 Yao Yuan took his place. Now Yao Yuan got the ball, passed it back to the midfielder, and accidentally hit the referee .”

Flipping through the information at hand, another commentator continued: "According to the information, Xiao Yinlong will not participate in any league games. The explanation given by Uehara is that Xiao Yinlong injured his ankle during training and needs to rest for two months. .”

"In this way, it is really curious that Liang McQueen pays attention to other youth players."

At this time, Xiao Yinlong caught a glimpse of himself on the giant screen, and he was about to show the smile of his successor, when the screen suddenly turned into a picture of Xing Huan dribbling the ball, making him angry from embarrassment.

Xing Huan didn't stop, and was once again surrounded by several defenders, and a loud cry broke out from the ring stand, helping him to pass two people in a row, and directly dribbled the ball into the opponent's penalty area.

He was about to take a shot when a strong defender rushed to him, trying to steal the ball. Due to the high speed, the two collided together!

Seeing this scene, Liang McQueen couldn't help standing up, for fear that his little crutch would be injured.

Unexpectedly, Xing Huan thumped the ground and got up swinging his calf, with a playful smile on his face.It was the defender, who kept explaining something to the referee, looking quite helpless.

Fans of the Xiongan A team shouted in unison: "Penalty kick! Penalty kick! Penalty kick!"

Liang McQueen also saw it clearly, defensive foul in the penalty area, no penalty kick... Is it still for the Chinese New Year?

Inadvertently, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with a cane, ready to welcome the first goal of the game.

The voice of the commentator came from the TV again: "The game has ushered in a dramatic moment at 27 minutes. Let's see how the referee will make a penalty. If it is a defensive foul in the penalty area, Wen Qiuren will get a penalty kick !"

Xing Huan slapped his calf, and simply walked aside, silently watching the opposing players argue with the referee.

During the period, the referee kept shaking his head, showed the defender a yellow card, pointed to the penalty area, and blew the whistle for a penalty kick!

Until this moment, Xing Huan walked to the penalty spot facing the warm applause, facing the white goal and a nervous goalkeeper.

After playing as a midfielder and striker for so long, Xing Huan gets angry when he sees the goalkeeper.So, he crossed his hips and looked down at the football, letting the sweat drip from his forehead into the grass under his feet.

The goalkeeper is tall, around 190. Although he is a little nervous, he is the No. 17 goalkeeper for U[-]s, so naturally he doesn't pay attention to Xing Huan, a "temporary striker".

If it was Sun Peiyan who took the penalty, he might have to be more careful.Thinking of this, the goalkeeper jumped twice on the spot, getting ready to catch the ball.

Xing Huan also took a few steps back, keeping a distance of two meters from the football.

At the same time, everyone held their breath and stared at Xing Huan intently, hoping that he would score, hope that he would miss the shot... The fans of the two teams tensed up their nerves.

As the whistle sounded, Xing Huan let out a breath, then raised his head suddenly, the domineering in the black eyes immediately restrained the goalkeeper!

Without giving the goalkeeper a chance to think, Xing Huan sprinted at full speed, glanced at the upper left of the goal while running, and showed a smile that was bound to win.

Catching Xing Huan's thoughts, the goalkeeper immediately rushed to the upper left, blocking the point Xing Huan was aiming at with both hands.At this moment, Xing Huan stopped for a moment, then kicked lightly, and the football went straight to the goal along the middle.

The goalkeeper yelled "Not good", but he couldn't hold his feet anymore, so he could only watch the football break into the goal...

"The ball went in!!"

"Wen Qiuren successfully passed the goalkeeper and scored the first goal of the opening match!"

"Being able to think like this in a penalty kick shows that Wen Qiuren has a very high psychological quality and is a very confident player." YZ,

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"That's right, Xiongan A team is currently ahead of Fengning A team. Wen Qiuren is celebrating with his teammates. He finally broke the previous deadlock. Even Liang McQueen is applauding."

I saw Liang McQueen appeared on the giant screen again. He clapped his hands again with a smile in his eyes. The love in his brown eyes seemed to penetrate the screen, shining only for Xing Huan.

Xing Huan grinned, he felt fine, he just wanted to play with the goalkeeper.Yao Yuan was happier than Xing Huan, and accidentally kicked the football on the referee.

In the end, the Xiongan A team defeated the Fengning A team with similar strength by virtue of this wonderful penalty kick.

A sharp-eyed netizen swiped the screen in the live broadcast room:

"Is the commentator stupid? Liang McQueen is a striker, and the players he will pay attention to are of course also strikers. Besides Wen Qiuren, who is the best player in the game, who else will he pay attention to?"