Reborn on Top of Football

Most of the international players are young people in their twenties. It is the age of playing and playing. It is a bit embarrassing to call the national team's strict discipline. There was no schedule in the afternoon and there was a training match at night, so according to the established The rules are left in the room to rest. In fact, this group of people did not train yesterday, and did not practice this morning. Their bodies are idle. It is not far from Guangdong to Kunming, and they are not tired at all.

It ’s just that no one dares to pick up the head. Now Wang Ai and Ma Mingyu are up. The international players in the house have fun to watch. Who would like to go back to the room and play games.

Therefore, when Wang Ai and Ma Mingyu hurriedly ate dinner and came to the training ground, the international footballers stood hurriedly, and there were many people who coaxed Yangzi: "Horse, stand up!" "Captain, don't you Lose. "

Wang Ai stepped on the ball with a smile: "Old horse, I see that your captain's position is not stable, these guys are jealous. Say your national team raises your salary this time, does your captain take a lot more? ? "

"Fart!" Ma Mingyu pouted his lips: "Like them, the older the older, the younger the younger the younger the younger the younger the younger the younger the younger the younger the younger the younger the younger the younger. Make money? Okay, let's talk, what are we two like? I'll let you order. "

"Brother, your position on the court, I remember it was the left forward?"

"Ah, you know what?"

"Oh!" Wang Ai datted his mouth. "The two of us are quite destined. I'm in the country and I play in the left forward in Germany."

"Hey, when you say it, we are in the same position, so I have to see what level you are."

In fact, Wang Ai and the national team are also familiar. When training in the Red Tower before the World Youth Championship last year, Wang Ai's national youth played a serious game with the national team. The king of the ball Ai also arrived, and later in January this year, Wang Ai played another day in the Red Tower. But this is the first time to say that the real contest, especially the one-to-one contest.

Ma Mingyu is very clear that Wang Ai's players must not look at past performance. It is adolescence and almost every day the ball rises. Unlike adult players, it does not change much. If you look at young players with old eyes, you must lose face.

"Brother, I heard that your long-range shot is very good. Let's take a shot. How about it?"

Ma Mingyu nodded and glanced at the side of the field. Jiang Jin, An Qi, and District Chu Liang were all three goalkeepers. He hesitated and called An Qi, because Jiang Jin is the main country. In case of injuries caused by the same thing, he must be criticized. No, Qu Chuliang himself is injured, but the young An Qi is in a good state.

An Qi was standing in front of the door. As the second national goalkeeper, he did not dare to underestimate the two who were preparing to shoot. One was the captain of the national team and the other was the contribution of the national team. So he was doing a warm-up very seriously in front of the door, and besides, the lively goalkeeper coach Xu Tao was holding him beside him.

"How do we kick?" Said the old horse.

"Here!" Wang Ai stood more than thirty meters away from the goal. "Let's shoot longer, let's go further. Thirty-five meters. I will pass the ball to you. You can shoot the ball. It depends on who gets more. "

The old horse nodded, and An Qi was ready there. Wang Ai passed the ball horizontally to the goalkeeper at a distance of 35 meters. The horse ran up in two steps, throwing off his left leg and kicking, hit the goal post, and bounced into the net.

There was applause on the sidelines, and An Qi shook her head in annoyance and stood up.

"It's my turn!" Wang Ai stood in his place and waited for the old horse to feed the ball.

After receiving the toss from Anqi's hand, the old horse suddenly kicked to Wang Ai on the left. The ball also had a point arc, and then bent back towards the goal. Wang Ai got serious from the foot of the old horse, quickly judged the ball, and after two run-ups, he followed the old Malay ball's counterclockwise rotation and volleyed with the left foot.

This time the football draws an exaggerated arc in mid air. When the onlookers and even goalkeeper An Qi seem to have no hope for the ball, they suddenly come back in front of the goal and enter the net on the right side of the goal until they hit the ball. The net is still spinning at high speed.

The international players applauded, and An Qi picked up the ball and kicked it to Wang Ai.

Wang Ai chuckled at Ma Mingyu and suddenly gave the ball to Ma Mingyu. Ma Mingyu, who had just tried to cheat, knew that the child must retaliate against himself. Beware of it. As soon as he suddenly attacked, he stepped forward with a smile.

The ball was fast, and Ma Mingyu judged that he was about to kick off, but suddenly found that the football suddenly slowed down. It turned out that Wang Ai kicked his toes on the lower part of the football. In the first half of the game, the football rotated backwards and flew out against the turf. After falling on the turf halfway, the trend of backspin Interrupted by the movement of the football itself, but the backspin also pulled down the rolling speed it should have.

The old horse could notice that Wang Ai's sudden attack was a very concentrated performance. He didn't notice that the ball had a weird spin, so he almost missed it and had to adjust it halfway. As a result, An Qi didn't play the strength and An Qi got it easily.

The international players on the sidelines were laughing. Although Wang Ai's mischief was concealed enough, it was rare to see it at that time, but it was not unusual. After a second thought, it became clear that the old horse told the child to overcast. Long shots are afraid of this, because the distance must be sufficient, which means that the batting leg must have sufficient force storage process, and temporary adjustment is often too late.

The old horse raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything, after all, it was he who did it first. After receiving the football, I thought about it. It was not easy to play a sudden attack. Wang Ai must be guarded. At this time, the distance between the two was about ten meters. The old horse raised his thigh in the direction of Wang Ai, and fiercely pumped towards the football. Wang Ai slightly bowed his body, and his subconscious body was charged, and he was ready for a quick pass.

The old horse was playing with flowers again. At last, he touched the ball unexpectedly tenderly, and the football slowly rushed to the king Ai, and finally rolled to the middle of the two. Wang Ai had to run forward and shot in a hurry, but was also saved by the concentrated An Qi.

"Old horse, what ball do you pass?" Wang Ai said dissatisfied.

The old horse raised his hands like a hundred meters to win the championship and walked around in front of the winning international team.

After finishing it, Wang Ai still had a grim face: "The football field is changing rapidly, and you have to be fully prepared, such as ... I'll let you pass the ball?"

When the old horse taught Wang Ai with his hands on his back like an old cadre, Wang Ai bowed his head and kicked the football to the old horse close at hand. The two of them were only one meter away. How did the old horse react? Come over? The football slammed on the horse's leg towards the goal.

An Qi lived up to expectations, a standard cross, hugged the football firmly.