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The ball flew with great force, only hit the goal, and the speed was extremely fast, but in the eyes of Yan Junling at this time, there was no difficulty in holding the ball. I saw his legs bend and his eyes were tilted upwards. Clear the trajectory of the football, flew forward, pounced the goal accurately, and held the ball firmly in his arms.

"Good job!"

"Junling, handsome!"

The guard in front of him showed his thumb.

The Fudan team's shooter made a heavy swear word, "Fuck!"

"The ball came down. It can be said to be dangerous and dangerous. If the opponent takes the ball just at the beginning of the game, it will be a big blow to the morale of the'so simple?' team." The commentary rang again.

"The first shot was made within three minutes of the game. The strength of the Fudan team is indeed terrifying."

"Yes, you have to know that the Fudan team's formation is biased towards defensive, but they can hit the opponent so quickly. It seems that the strength of the two teams is really different."

"The Fudan team deserves to be last year's champion, and it looks like they will have to win again this year."

The commentator said in a word, some "so simple?" team supporters are not happy.

"What's the re-election, didn't you just shoot the door once, and didn't kick in and pretend to be?"

"I said whether you really don't understand or fake don't understand, our Fudan team can come up with a defensive formation, so we can take the lead in the goal, which is enough to show our strength."

"Cut." The "So simple?" The team fan glanced at him disdainfully, then picked up the big horn in his hand.

"So simple? Come on, team!"

This sound, accompanied by the subwoofer, resounded throughout the audience.

"Ahem." There were two dry coughs on the commentary stage. "'So simple?' Fans of the team, please keep your emotions stable, don't indulge yourself too much, let alone affect the performance of the players on the court."

After yelling, the supporter squinted at the Fudan team's fans, with a provocative look, and there was a kind of dissatisfaction with the two of us shouting.

Regarding this kind of thing, the fans of the Fudan team had no choice but to see nothing.

The game continued. This time the ball came to Wu Lei's feet. He drove the ball forward and faced him. It was the captain of the Fudan team who just passed his master through the Marseille.

The other party saw him only sneered.

"Rookie, do you want to come one-on-one with me?"

"Of course not." Seeing him coming, Wu Lei gave the ball to Oscar who ran past him, "Football is a team sport, no matter how strong it is, it's useless."

"Oh, a rookie is a rookie, without any courage."

"Whatever you say." Wu Lei opened his hands and made an indifferent posture, and then continued to run forward.

He and Oscar cooperated tacitly to pass the ball back and forth, but unfortunately there were too many midfielders. They greatly restrained their formation of dribbling through the wingers, and one was accidentally cut off by the opponent.

"Beautiful, long pass!" The Fudan team captain ran out of the opponent's penalty area and cleverly stuck his body in front of the opponent's defender to avoid the opponent's offside tactics.

With a long pass, this kind of long pass and slam play is also a tried and tested method of the Fudan team, just like England in international football matches.

After receiving the ball, the Fudan team captain took the ball again. Their personal ability was very strong, and the two guards of the team repeated "So simple?", once again drew an exclamation from the audience.

"This player is really strong. At this time, his position in this game is like Ronaldinho, like a sharp knife thrust into the opponent's chest."

"It seems ‘so simple?’ The team must find a way to contain him, otherwise it is likely to be caught."

"Look, he's going to shoot again. In the seventh minute of the game, the Fudan team hit the goal for the second time. It was a one-handed approach. The pressure he brought was too great."

"Look, the ball flew out, this time the angle is very tricky, can you make it in?"

Everyone held their breath as they watched the ball fly towards the goal.

"Hey, I was thrown out again.'So simple?' The goalkeeper of the team is indeed very powerful. Two saves eased the crisis of his team."

"Then the ball is in the hands of the ‘so simple?’ team. I wonder if they can seize the opportunity this time?"

Yan Junling served again and the midfielder caught the ball.

"Captain, do you want to walk around the monkey for a while?"

"No need, let's keep playing, they ran so hard, they definitely didn't have strength in the second half, we didn't have to reveal our strength at all."

"Right."

Pass the ball to Wu Lei and continue to single belt, but for some reason, every time Wu Lei cooperates with Oscar in midfield, there will be some small mistakes, so that the opponent will take the ball.

"Captain, are they still practicing that tactic?"

"Obviously, I really don't understand what he thinks."

"Don't you know that the captain's second-degree illness can't be stopped when he gets up. It's okay to watch a football boy, can that be true."

"Hey, it seems that this first half is destined to be mocked by the opponent."

"There is also the kid Yan Junling who will not let us defend, not to say that the goalkeeper doesn't pounce the ball, so I will let the devil give him five thousand volleys when we go back."

"It's that simple?" The two guards of the team stood there chatting. From the beginning of the game to the present, both of them have been very lazy. This is not unwilling to play, but what their teammates demanded.

Wu Lei needs to practice tactics in the finals, while Yan Junling's kid needs to train in the finals to close his eyes and catch the ball, let them watch the opponent attacking and just want to do whatever they want. As for the devil in the mouth, besides Boas, Who can there be.

"The first half of the game has been 37 minutes,'So simple?' The team will be intercepted by the opponent every time they pass the midfield. It seems that there is a big problem with the tactical system. If they don't change their formation, it will be very difficult. It is possible that the opponent will find a breakthrough."

“It’s difficult. They don’t have a coach other than the cheerleader. It’s impossible to switch out any effective formations. You must know that the role of the coach is not only the usual training, but more importantly, it can provide effective tactics and Reasonable arrangements."

"Speaking of which, ‘so simple?’ The team is at stake."

The two commentators were conducting an objective analysis, and the Fudan fans just wanted to make a mockery when they saw the supporter of the team next to him, "This is simple?" Swallowed back.

For more than 30 minutes, as long as they dare to speak, the subwoofer will sound, completely overwhelming them in momentum, making them no longer dared to speak casually. Isn't it okay to seek abuse?