In 2006, after winning the National College Football League three consecutive championships, Beijing Institute of Technology actively sought new breakthroughs, participating in the Chinese Football Association's second-tier league for the first time, and finally won the championship of the Chinese New Year North District with an unstoppable force.

Now it seems that they are likely to win the China League Two championship and then magically advance to the A.

The head coach is the famous Jin Zhiyang.

"I heard that Dong Fangzhuo is here too."

"National Youth? We are not afraid of them."

"I'll be so angry that Dong Fangzhuo will be too weak later."

When they arrived at the National Youth Training Base, the young players of Beijing Institute of Technology were sharpening their knives and wanted to have a fight with the National Youth.

And their head coach Jin Zhiyang went to talk and laugh with Jia Xiuquan...

There are as many as 30 young players in the national youth training camp, but it is actually an audition, not a real national youth list.

In one game, Jia Xiuquan really couldn't play so many players, and the first one he ranked was the regular army.

Goalkeeper: Wang Dalei

Defenders: Liu Jianye, Zhao Ming, Dai Lin, Bai Lei

Midfielder: Yu Hai, Hao Junmin, Cui Peng, Huang Bowen

Forward: Yang Xu, Dong Fangzhuo

When Wu Sanshi saw this starter, he was not surprised at all. These guys were the main players of the past. He was a non-staff member who was not old enough to basically experience the atmosphere of the national youth, and he could not get any chance to play.

The jersey number he got was No. 27, which also proved his status among the National Youth League - no status at all, this number is too trash.

There are really no famous players in Beijing Institute of Technology, all of them are from Beijing Institute of Technology.

But it was different after the game started. This team that has been fighting with for more than six years is definitely not a soft persimmon. They cooperated tacitly and had a mature style of playing, and they were like a strong team. Otherwise, they would not be the champion of the North District with strong players!

And the National Youth?

It’s just a team that was temporarily pieced together, so it’s not the opponent of Beijing Institute of Technology!

Soon, Beijing Institute of Technology won the first goal through skillful cooperation, and the National Youth League fell behind.

Before the National Youth League could react, Beijing Institute of Technology won another goal, and the National Youth League fell behind with two goals!

"It seems that I can't beat Beijing Institute of Technology..." Zhang Linpeng murmured in a low voice on the bench.

"The National Youth League can't beat Beijing Institute of Technology. I'm sorry, fortunately it's an internal training competition. It would be embarrassing if it spreads."

Wang Jiayu dare not agree.

"What's wrong with the national youth? Cooperation itself is at a disadvantage. Spain may not be able to beat Real Madrid, and England cannot beat Manchester United. This is the reason."

"Dong Fangzhuo hasn't even touched the ball,"

"Yang Xu is not very good either,"

"Does the National Youth have a shot?"

"So what about Manchester United striker, bah!"

...

At the end of the first half, the National Youth League lags behind Beijing Institute of Technology 0:2, while the starting forwards Dong Fangzhuo and Yang Xu each shot, and the data was terrible.

Dong Fangzhuo's face was full of dissatisfaction, his face turned pale, and he was silent and probably had never played such a depressing game. He shot once in the first half?

I can't hold the ball, what can I do? When I get the ball, the opponent's defender will defend him like a madman.

tragedy……

Even Jin Zhiyang felt a little embarrassed, and he quickly changed five substitutes to come on during the break.

"Sorry, Director Kim, is embarrassed."

"I all say that the National Youth is not doing well, and we are beaten up."

The bench of Beijing Institute of Technology began to talk again...

There was no joy or anger on Jia Xiuquan's face. His original intention was not to be a victory, but to see what level and combat effectiveness these players can play.

He could think of this result.

He said to his assistant without looking back: "Let Wang Yongpo and Wu Sanshi warm up."

"Guide Jia, should you warm up more?"

"Just replace all the main players?"

"No,"

"We want to play as a regular game,"

"We only have three substitutions."

Assistant: "But..."

After thinking about it, he didn't continue talking, but he was thinking in his heart, if he played like this, he would have to lose later. Isn't it good to lose like this?

However, he still walked to the bench and called Wu Sanshi and Wang Yongpo's names.

"Sanshi, I'm asking you to warm up!"

"Ha? Me?" Wu Sanshi didn't expect that he would have another chance to play, and he thought he was just here to go through the motions.

On the bench of Beijing Institute of Technology.

"Hey, isn't that Wu Sanshi from the South District?"

"He is also in the National Youth League?"

"Damn it, I must have come in with the relationship. I came to the National Youth League even before I was 15 years old? It's so annoying to compare people."

"This little brat is not as tall as my shoulders."

Five minutes later, Wu Sanshi took the field to replace Yang Xu and formed a forward partner with Dong Fangzhuo.

Wang Yongpo also came up to replace Zhou Haibin.

Dong Fangzhuo glanced at Wu Sanshi, but frowned, thinking to himself, what's the use of going to a middle school student? Go to Zhu Ting or Mao Biao.

Zhu Ting cooperated with him in a tacit way. If Mao Biao had done so, that kid could rob him.

Taking Wu Sanshi means taking a middle school student to play...

I don't understand what Director Jia means.

Wu Sanshi was reading the game just now when he was off the court. Beijing Institute of Technology did play better than the national youth team. Their defense in the middle and backcourt was very mature and almost integrated. If you want to find space for scoring in this team, in addition to creating opportunities for teammates, the forward must also run fully.

Dong Fangzhuo is not willing to run, he just wants to stay in the penalty area. How could he have a chance to score?

After Sanshi came up, he obviously ran much more than Yang Xu, and he would occasionally pull to the side to pick up his teammates.

In addition, Jin Zhiyang seemed to deliberately slow down the team's offensive pace and devote more energy to defense, so the national youth has more offensive opportunities.

In the 55th minute, Wang Yongpo made a diagonal pass in the middle, and Wu Sanshi got the ball on the right side. The left guard of Beijing Institute of Technology tried to block Wu Sanshi from the front, but Wu Sanshi directly picked up the outside of his right foot and then bypassed from the right side.

The man ball has been divided!

"Ha! Awesome!"

At that moment, Wu Sanshi was like a wind-chasing boy, happily chasing the football he liked.

The weak figure seemed to be able to tear the air, and he calmly caught up with the ball.

He protected the ball on the inside of his right foot, and then took a small step to drive the ball to the right side of the penalty area. Facing the blockade of the central defender of Beijing Institute of Technology, he poked the ball into the middle of the penalty area after a feint.

He saw Dong Fangzhuo's roundabout running position!

Dong Fangzhuo won and shot angrily.

Bang--

Regain a goal!

"Three stones, it's beautifully spread!"

Just now, Dong Fangzhuo questioned Wu Sanshi, and in a blink of an eye he received Wu Sanshi's assist, and his attitude changed instantly.

Unexpectedly, Wu Sanshi could create such a good opportunity.

What a timely help!

"Three stones, awesome!"

"Three stones, awesome!"

On the bench of the National Youth League, even Cao Yunding was very excited, and they shouted off the court.

In the National Youth League, they are younger generations. Now they are naturally standing on the same front and cheering. Wu Sanshi performs awesomely, so they naturally feel very glorious...

"Xiao Dong's running position is so good."

"Look, someone has to pass the ball to Xiao Dong, so that his running level will be reflected."

"Sanshi's breakthrough just now was also amazing, and you can still see Xiao Dong's running position."

"It's amazing, so small, how did he do it?"

Jin Zhiyang also praised repeatedly: "No wonder he was able to score in the China League Two. This little guy's head is not simple..."
Chapter completed!