Chapter 351

To put it bluntly, it was just trying to create opportunities for penalty kicks and free kicks to score. A quarter of an hour's rest time passed in an instant. Soon, the second half began, and it was indeed not beyond Wang Yang's expectations.

After resting for fifteen minutes and recovering his strength, Wang Hu team launched waves of attacks at the beginning of the game. However, such attack waves were stopped by Wan Hong's team, who had already endured the whole first half.

Even though he had several shots, Ling Yun, the former star player of Bianliang Cuju, showed his sensitive sense of smell in front of the goal and blocked the football outside the goal several times.

Wang Yang had to sigh that if you don’t have a good shooter talent, you are not a good goalkeeper. This sentence is indeed not wrong. The shooter needs a sensitive sense of smell in front of the goal, and the goalkeeper also needs a similar sense of smell, but one is for offense and the other is for defense.

"... Wanghu team almost suppressed Wanhong team to the point where they seemed to have no power to fight back, but Wanhong team held their goal tightly and used the players stranded in the opponent's backcourt to pose a threat to the opponent's hinterland through long passes..."

"It started again. Wang Hu's No. 3 started to get on the side again. Wan Hong's No. 11 pounced on it, and No. 3 got rid of the ball and continued to drive forward. However, two Wan Hong's players were stuck in the position in front... Aha, the ball was intercepted, and now they passed the ball to... Passed to No. 10!"

"The master has got the ball again!" Li Shishi couldn't help but cheer, and his bright eyes were filled with bright brilliance.

The wonderful eyes of Liu Yiyi and Li Qingzhao also fell on Wang Yang's figure who seemed very tall and strong among the players on the court. But after seeing him get the ball, he turned around lightly and made the opponent's pounce stagger and stagger in the air, and then began to drive the ball forward.

The Wanghu team, which was originally advancing forward, had to start retreating as soon as possible.

"The master is so handsome, even turning around is so handsome... It's so cool..." The girl Li Shishi's wonderful eyes were filled with pink hearts.

Liu Yiyi curled her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she held back, well, what's important is that Brother Wang is really handsome...

Li Qingzhao also stared at Wang Yang tightly, holding his clothes with both hands, as if he was even more nervous than Wang Yang who got the ball. "Cross, pass quickly, they rushed over again, why don't you pass quickly..."

Li Qingzhao was so anxious that she jumped straight into the eyes of Liu Yiyi and Li Shishi. Two vixen, one big and one small, looked at ghostly and had strange smiles.

Unfortunately, Li Qingzhao was concerned about Wang Yang and did not notice the strangeness around her.

After Wang Yang dribbled the ball and walked forward for more than ten steps, he suddenly passed a cross and ran to the nearest circle. Tong Guan, who was near the central circle, received the ball from Wang Yang. He looked ahead and saw that Li Yu and Zhao Ji were both followed by the opponent's defense. He could only pass the ball to Liang Shicheng, who was nearby. After Liang Shicheng took the ball, he passed it to Gao Qiu.

After several passes, the ball returned to Wang Yang's feet again. This time, Wang Yang finally found a gap in the frontcourt and passed it straight through with a ball.

In an instant, Zhao Ji and Li Yu started almost at the same time. Li Yu, who was close to the ball, intercepted the Cuju ball from Wang Yang in the third step, and then ran forward directly.

However, what I didn't expect was that an opponent's central defender happened to pounce over to defend, but when he saw Li Yu as flexible as a spirit cat, he couldn't help but subconsciously stretch his hands and feet.

The players on the court saw Li Yu, who was originally running, rolling to the ground, hit six or seven times before stopping, and then rolling around on the ground in great pain with his calf.

"Foof!" Almost everyone screamed in unison at this time, and the referee, who was not far from the football, blew a sharp whistle, pointed at the position where Li Yu fell, and reached into his pocket with one hand.

"Wang Hu's defense foul was warned by a yellow card. Wan Hong team won the first free kick in the frontcourt since the opening. This is an excellent goal opportunity for Wan Hong team. However, it is a bit regrettable that Wan Hong team's first goalkeeper will be a spectator today..."

The commentator who was more contemplating the commentary style of Wanhong Team said this, which made many viewers' eyes fall on Li Xi, who was sitting on the sidelines, with one foot without shoes, but wrapped the white part at the ankle, and two crutches around him were covered with miserable faces.

"How about it, let me see..." Wang Yang first drove away the team members who had changed their faces and were about to use violence, and then walked to Li Yu and asked with concern.

At this time, the old team doctor from Wanhong team also rushed over and skillfully examined Li Yu, breathing a sigh of relief. "It's nothing serious, your ankles and bones are fine..." While speaking, he applied some medicinal oil to the painful part of Li Yu at the fastest speed and rubbed his hands quickly.

After a short while, Li Yu was able to stand up and limp for a few steps, then nodded at Wang Yang.

Wang Yang then breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, but saw that Zhao Ji, the smug prince, had already picked up the football and stepped on it. He was discussing with Tong Guan and others next to him which free kick tactics to be hosted.

Wang Hu also set up a man wall in a good manner. Well, since the free kick, the man wall, a simple and easy-to-use obstacle, does not require Wang Yang's reminder, almost every team can think of using this method.

As the whistle sounded, Tong Guan slowly ran towards the ball, looking like he was about to shoot vigorously, attracting almost everyone's attention.

The players of the Wanghu team subconsciously turned their heads and jumped on the spot. At this moment, Zhao Ji, who seemed to be standing next to him and watched the fun, rushed forward like a whirlwind, before Tong Guan was out.

He shot with a powerful shot, but did not fly towards the goal as everyone imagined. Instead, after a touch, the ball bounced back.

Zhao Ji looked at everything in front of him in shock, raised his hands in disbelief and covered his face. Wang Yang shook his head helplessly, walked forward and patted the guy on the shoulder. "It doesn't matter, there will be another chance."

In the following time, although Wang Hu team was strong, after the entire first half and the bombardment of the second half a quarter of the second half, the physical strength was approaching its limit, and it seemed that morale was a little slackened as it could not be defeated for a long time.

Even the players who were originally running all over the field had already started to feel weak when they were running. On several occasions, they were intercepted by Wanhong's team because of their weak passes and counterattacked on the spot.
Chapter completed!