Yang Fan heard Xie Chuntian's shout and passed the ball out with one kick. Yang Fan was very satisfied with this pass. His passing route directly passed through the central defender and fullback. If this route, such a passing speed, was placed in his previous games, then...

However, a second later, the smile on his face froze. The football was cut off by the opponent's central defender. Xia Jian held the ball with contempt and passed the ball to the right forward Lai Youliang who was receiving the ball.

Yang Fan didn't have time to blame himself and immediately entered the defense. While running, he finally figured out the key to Xia Jian's breaking the ball, that is, his passing speed was slow. It seems that the level of this professional player is indeed higher than that of amateurs.

Yang Fan's pass was cut off by the opponent again, this time it was due to line problems.

Yang Fan's shortcomings are shown in the confrontation. He has never fought against professional players. His speed and prediction ability are stronger than his previous opponents.

His passing is either because he has poor timing, bad passing lines, or because he has too fast or too slow passes.

The Huang team members believe that Yang Fan's pass from the top yesterday was just an accident. Look at his current pass, that's a "slag"!

Song Jun was gradually accustomed to Yang Fan's defense, and he used his speed advantage. He started before Yang Fan and no longer dragged on the ball when he got the ball.

Every time I dribble the ball, I always use the fastest speed to cross Yang Fan. Then I use fake moves to shake the defender and flash the shooting angle, and shoot without hesitation.

If he hadn't run twelve minutes before the confrontation, he would have scored a goal long ago.

The twelve-minute run consumed a lot of his energy, but he had not scored a goal yet.

In the China League One field, there is no goal that Song Jun cannot break. On this turf, Song Jun is still the best shooter. When the first half confrontation was thirty minutes, Song Jun finally got a chance in front of the penalty area. He thrust the ball and shot angrily, and the ball finally got into the net.

As cold as ever, Song Jun was not surprised after scoring the goal.

However, the other teammates of the Yellow Team were very excited. They surrounded the Song army in the middle like stars.

Yang Fan looked at the excited Huang team members and regretted it. Just now, the strength in his hands was a little more strong, and Song Jun was pulled by him.

The moment the Song army broke free from Yang Fan's claws, Sun Ming, under the parasol, couldn't help but nod, thinking to himself that the reprimand of yesterday afternoon had an effect.

A child can teach you!

...

Passing is frequently blocked, and now even the defense has flaws. Yang Fan is very annoyed. He is thinking about how to get out of the predicament.

At this time, Yang Xiaofan's voice sounded in Yang Fan's mind: "Master, I can help you!"

Yang Fan asked in his heart: "How to help?"

Yang Xiaofan said: "Help you pass the ball. My vision is bigger than you. When I say that when I pass the ball, you pass the ball as I told you."

Yang Fan looked happy and asked, "It's that simple?"

"Um!"

Yang Fan was ecstatic: "Then come!"

...

Yang Fan took the pass from the full-back ten meters in the opponent's penalty area, and he slowly dribbled the ball forward according to Yang Xiaofan's prompt.

Yang Xiaofan's voice sounded: "Over the top ball, the left diagonal line is thirty degrees!"

Yang Fan gently cut the inside of his right foot to the bottom of the ball, and the football flew up from the turf.

Xie Chuntian felt ecstatic. When Yang Fan passed the ball, he stood with Huang's central defender Xia Jian. When he saw Yang Fan's pass, he judged that the ball could pass over Xia Jian's head.

Xie Chuntian suddenly accelerated and ran towards the landing point of the ball. After three big strides, he had already thrown Xia Jian behind him. He raised his chest and turned his right shoulder to the left the moment the ball touched his chest. The football fell in front of his body.

Before Xie Chuntian could wait for the football to land, his right heel stepped firmly under the shadow of the football. His left leg leaned back, then his body became a bow, his left leg quickly whipped forward, and his eyes were staring at the falling football!

When his left leg exceeded the plane of his body, his left ankle jumped tightly like a hard stone.

When the football is about 30 centimeters away from the ground, its left ankle, which is as hard as a rock, hits hard on the middle and lower part of the football!

Then his feet were lifted upwards as they were in motion.

Volley!

The football flew out like an arrow, drew a wonderful parabola in the air, and flew directly into the upper left corner of the goal!

The ball has entered!

The pass from the gods and the wonderful volley!

Watching the football fly into the other party's net, the joy from Yang Fan's eyebrows instantly rushed out, facing the rising sun!

Xie Chuntian whistled to the sky: "Ao..."

It looks like a wolf!

The other blue team players howled and rushed towards Xie Chuntian. It was too difficult to break through the yellow team's goal!

Yesterday afternoon, Xie Chuntian received a pass from Yang Fan, breaking the goal drought that lasted more than a month. Today, when the opponent led 1-0, he received Yang Fan's masterpiece and equalized the score.

With his teammates surrounded by his teammates, Xie Chuntian rushed straight to Yang Fan and shouted loudly: "Yang Fan, just do it!"

Qian Xiaohuan frowned tightly, Yang Fan's posture of dribbling the ball was extremely irregular, looking at the football, without looking up to observe his teammates.

Since he has not observed his teammates, how did he do it?

Does he have an eye on his head?

He asked himself that he could not convey such a magical stroke!

Xia Jian felt a little angry. The first goal scored by the Blue Team yesterday was over the top, and the ball was over the top again.

He cursed: "Damn it overhead!"

Zhang Hu said in his heart: "Over the ball! It seems that his skill in passing the ball in the air is much better than that of the ball on the ground."

Zhang Hu knew that the difficulty of passing a ground ball was higher than that of an air ball. The ground ball line, strength and speed must be paid attention to, and if a ring is missing, it will be cut off by the opponent. The air ball is much simpler. As long as you control the strength well, you will not be afraid of the opponent intercepting it halfway.

...

The game continued, and the Blue Team members continued to compete with the Yellow Team with high fighting spirit.

From a distance, the two teams looked like two giant beasts, one giant beast was yellow, and its sharp claws were waving more orderly!

The other giant beast is blue, and it has high fighting spirit!

The fierce battle between the two giant beasts cannot gain the upper hand!

For a time, the field was in a balanced position, and neither side had an excellent chance to score.

Before the end of the first half, Yang Fan had two feet on the ground. However, it was either because the passing line was not accurate enough or because the passing power was not good, either the opponent was cut off halfway. Or it was a teammate who finally managed to control the ball, but there was no chance to shoot.

At the end of the half, the Blue Team players were very excited. Yesterday afternoon, they fell behind zero to three in the first half and scored four goals in the second half. Today, their situation was very different from yesterday. They actually tied with their opponents in the first half.

The Blue Team's front midfielder Li Wen said to Yang Fan with an excited look on his face: "Yang Fan, I see that your aerial ball is better than the ground rolling ball. You should try to pass more aerial balls in the second half."

The Blue Team's front midfielder wanted to change positions with Yang Fan, but when he thought that this was the one who arranged the position for Yang Fan under the parasol, he gave up this idea.

Xie Chuntian looked at Yang Fan and asked, "How did you do your over-topped ball?"

Xie Chuntian felt very happy. He was still savoring his volley, which was so wonderful!

But he found that Yang Fan had not looked at himself before passing the ball. How did he do it?

Yang Fan said vaguely: "This... is just a feeling."

"Yes, having time to play football is a feeling." Another member of the blue team agreed with Yang Fan's point of view. Yang Fan nodded repeatedly and finally covered it up.

Yang Xiaofan's voice sounded in Yang Fan's mind: "Master, you should go to act, obviously..."

Yang Fan snorted coldly in his heart and interrupted Yang Xiaofan's words.

...

The second half of the game begins ten minutes later.

The passionate blue team and the yellow team that vowed to defend their honor were striking, and scenes of people falling over and overturning appeared frequently.

Sun Ming looked at the players who were struggling on the field with a happy look. He crossed his legs and gently swung his beat. The scars at the corners of his eyebrows squirmed happily with the rhythm of swaying his legs.

Yang Xiaofan's voice sounded again: "The ground rolls the ball, the right diagonal line is thirty degrees." Yang Fan can't play the ball with his left foot, so he adjusted it for a while before passing the ball with his right foot.

"nice shot!"

The right back of the Blue Team passed the left back of the Yellow Team like lightning. He controlled the ball under his feet on the sideline. At the moment of receiving the ball, he leaned forward and the speed of the football did not slow down. He quickly went down the bottom along the sideline.

Yang Fan nodded constantly, the ball speed did not slow down. If he was a full-back, he could only look at the ball and sigh!

"Middle road, middle road!"

This is not a member of the Blue Team, who is reminding his teammates to pass the ball to the middle. Instead, the goalkeeper of the Yellow Team is reminding his defender to pay attention to the defense in the middle.

The right forward of the Blue Team passed the football to the middle two meters away from the bottom line. The people in the penalty area were in a panic, and the Yellow Team players were close behind the Blue Team players. Some grabbed the opponent's clothes with their hands to prevent them from jumping up to head the ball.

"Bang!" The goalkeeper of the Huang team jumped high and hit the football with his fists. Yang Fan looked at the football flying towards him. He took a step forward, then removed the ball with his chest, and the football fell obediently.

"Stop!"

The yellow team goalkeeper was in charge of the ball when Yang Fan stopped the ball in his chest. The two players closest to the ball rushed towards Yang Fan without hesitation. When the football rebounded from the ground, the two players were already very close to the ball. Yang Fan was about to pull his feet and shoot angrily, but the two yellow figures that rushed towards him did not disturb him.

At this moment, Yang Fan looked solemn, with only the ball in his eyes. Even if the two tigers were rushing towards him, he would have to complete this shot.

"Bang!" A crisp sound rang out, and Yang Fan completed this shot!

The football flew straight to the goal!

There were more than a dozen players in the yellow team's penalty area, and the football flew towards those players. Xie Chuntian stood on the small penalty area line. He watched the football flying towards his high speed. He instinctively placed his hands in front of his crotch and held the vital point. At the same time, his body twisted to the right, and he wanted to avoid the football.
To be continued...