Chapter 352

The old driver Wang Yang was also exhausted. He looked at the court with a heavy breath and looked at the referee who was constantly turning his head to look at the large copper pot dripping on the sidelines.

The game is coming to an end. If you can't decide the winner, you will have to play two quarters of an extra hour. Wang Yang really doesn't know if the players can hold on, and the opponent is so tired.

His eyes turned and fell on the opponent's goalkeeper. The goalkeeper of both sides should be the one who sweated the least in the entire field.

Now, the opponent's goalkeeper has reached the front of the penalty area and is cheering for the players on his side. Wang Yang couldn't help but feel enlightened.

At this moment, the referee had already whistled the whistle, as if he was about to wait to blew the final whistle, suddenly everyone heard a dull sound.

Wang Yang, who had just got the ball near the middle circle, ran forward for seven or eight steps, suddenly shot the cuju ball. The ball was directly flattened by his instep, and then it expanded into a round shape during the flight.

Then he passed the players of almost the entire half and landed towards the penalty area. Whether it was the audience or those players, everyone widened their eyes, stared blankly at the flying high Cuju ball, and then slowly fell down.

The goalkeeper of the Wanghu team subconsciously turned around and looked towards Wang Yang when he heard the sound. When the ball flew into the sky, the guy smiled mockingly.

Kexuan and his face changed drastically and they ran towards the goal.

The ball that Wang Yang kicked was falling, and the goalkeeper was about to reach the goal at a speed of 100 meters.

But who would have thought that in order to observe the position where the Cuju ball fell, this guy ran sideways, but accidentally lie on his side and fell to the ground, and just as he fell down.

The Cuju ball also hit the ground in front of him at the same time, then bounced up, rubbed perfectly with his waving arm, and jumped into the goal...

"The ball went in? How could it go in? Oh my God, it's so incredible. God, the Wang Hu team has been abused as a dog by the Wang Hu team. Cough cough, the Wanhong team, who has been suppressed by the Wang Hu team, completed a long-range shot like a stroke of genius, with their head coach and captain, Mr. Wang Yang, who scored one goal so far in this game."

"Yeah... Master, you are so awesome! So awesome!" Li Shishi's girl jumped up suddenly, her face turned red with excitement. She screamed happily regardless of the direction of Wang Yang who was knocked to the ground and pressed to the bottom after being surrounded by a large group of Wanhong team members.

"That's great. Brother Wang is really going to be a big shot. He scored such a goal at such a time. It's so amazing!" Liu Yiyi clapped with a smile on her face.

"Yes, it's so amazing, so far, and this ball gives me a very familiar feeling. It seems that Brother Wang has played like this before..." Li Qingzhao also breathed a long sigh, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Okay, very good. I did not misunderstand such a tenacious fighting spirit and spirit." Zhao Xu slapped his thigh hard, and then he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth subconsciously.

After taking the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the corner of his eyes and didn't notice it, he then grinned and gently rubbed his thigh that was hurt by his own slap.

"You bastards! Why don't you get up quickly and you'll crush me to death..." Wang Yang was pressed to the bottom by seven or eight big men, his legs kept jumping, and his hands exposed outside clenched into fists, but the firm and upright middle finger seemed to represent his emotional expression at this moment.

"Sir, you are really too powerful. This kick reminds me of the kick you had at Lingyun Club..." After Wang Yang got up from the ground with a bitter look on his face, Zhao Ji couldn't help but say in admiration.

Yes, many people present suddenly thought of that time, Wang Yang also kicked over like this, and then the Cuju ball flew out from a distance, and then smashed a rabbit girl. Oh no, it hit Li Qingzhao, the number one talented woman in the Song Dynasty.

If it weren't for that kick, it would be hard for everyone to believe that this talented man Wang was actually a Cuju master.

After the referee pointed his hands at the center circle, the Wanhong team, who had finished celebrating, could only walk back to their half and wait for the kickoff.

Wang Hu team was also furious because the last time of the game had arrived. In other words, the referees are likely to blew the whistle to the end of the entire game after they kicked off.

In the end, one of the opponent's most powerful players stood next to the kick-off player. Seeing this scene, the Wanhong team members naturally knew that the opponent was likely to want to follow Wang Yang's kick, hoping to have the opportunity to struggle dyingly.

Accompanied by the referee's whistle, the member of the Wanghu team roared wildly, then ran forward and slapped hard on the ball.

Everyone's eyes chased the ball and crossed the sky again, but soon everyone discovered that although the power of shooting the ball was extremely powerful.

However, the power of his kick did not stabilize the direction. When the ball flew halfway, it deviated from the central axis and eventually fell on the field outside the penalty area, and then rolled out of the court swayingly.

At this time, two sharp whistles resounded throughout the field, and then, the entire field almost instantly turned into a half-joy ocean. Well, there were still many spectators and fans who were supported by Wang Hu. It would be strange if they could smile at the failure of the team they supported.

Wang Hu never thought that he would lose, and that he would lose to Wanhong's team, which was inferior to him. However, if he lost, he would lose, and no matter how much he said, it would be useless.

Next, after the emotions of the players on both sides stabilized, a simple award ceremony began. When Wang Yang took the prize plate from the representative of the championship, Chen Jie's husband, Zhao Shixun, the Hou Pingyin Hou, took the prize plate high, and listened to the cheers and applause of countless people.

Even though he only won the championship in the Cuju competition in Bianliang, Wang Yang still seemed so energetic. At that moment, he even felt that he was the king of the world.

The news that Wanhong Cuju team won the championship naturally spread throughout Tokyo Bianliang with the Cuju special issue of "Tokyo Houbao". In addition, the three shareholders decided to hold such a Bianliang Spring Cuju Competition every year according to such a schedule.

Many teams who had not had time to register or were disdainful of signing up at the beginning were beating their chests and stamping their feet. They gritted their teeth and made up their minds to participate next year and include the leader of this competition and the generous bonus in their own pockets.

The competition was over, but the Cuju column of Tokyo Houbao did not stop there. After all, in autumn, there will be a Bianliang Autumn Cuju Competition.

Moreover, the Cuju column is very popular among fans and fans, especially after appreciating the Spring Cuju Competition, many viewers began to improve some of the old Cuju rules they played.
Chapter completed!