Song Jun judged the landing point of the ball the moment Yang Fan passed the ball. So he watched the football flying in the air while moving rapidly. In a blink of an eye, he surpassed the second team of Yangcheng, all the defenders!

Song Jun's 30-meter speed is one in three seconds. With such a speed, he ranks among the top three on the earth and among the top ten in the Milky Way. In the China League One field, once he starts to start running, no one can catch up with him!

The defenders of the second team of Yangcheng stopped watching Song Jun's running back. Experience told them that if they added two legs, they would not be able to catch up with Song Jun. There was helplessness on their faces, and then there was a worry in their eyes!

At this time, two people were running on the court!

One is Song Jun, who left with football!

One is Yang Fan, who started running from the half-time!

At this time, almost everyone on the court focused on Song Jun. They did not see that there were still people running wildly.

The players of the second team of Yangcheng team played on the court saw Yang Fan, and they looked at Yang Fan like an idiot!

What will you run away from someone else’s single sword?

The guy next to Mouse asked, "Mouse, look, why is Fanzi running wildly?"

The mouse said, "How did I know? Maybe this guy is too energetic and wants to vent!"

Another voice said: "The first time I participated in a professional competition, maybe he was too excited!"

Huang Min looked at Yang Fan No. 17's back and was even more confused. What exactly did he do?

Song Jun has already taken the blame alone, why did he go to do it?

I just passed the ball without observing my teammates. Judging from the results, the effect is quite good. How did he do it?

Song Jun's single shot, he was running again. Could something happen?

Yang Fan's behavior looked very stupid and idiotic. Huang Min did not look surprised like his teammate, and he had only doubts in his heart.

The teammates of Rongcheng Second Team were not surprised by Yang Fan's running. They had long been used to it. Yang Fan was always like this, never tirelessly running on the field. With time, he could still get opportunities in this running.

Opportunity to get a supplementary shot!

Yang Fan kept crossing the white figure, and the distance between him and the Song army was reduced from 30 meters to twenty meters!

Song Jun ran away like a cheetah, and instantly he entered the penalty area!

The goalkeeper of the second team of Yangcheng has already saved from the goal line!

Just two meters in front of him, Song Jun's right foot was inserted into the bottom of the football, and his toes suddenly raised upwards, and the football flew up from the withered turf!

Picking shot!

Xie Chuntian looked at the football with hopeful eyes and pinched his fists tightly. At this moment, all the gazes on the court were staring at the football, and the football flew over the heads of the goalkeeper of the second team of Yangcheng!

Football is like a hand, everyone's heart is a piano, and that hand gently plucks the strings!

The moving piano sounded slowly on the court!

The hearts of the supporters of the second team of Rongcheng were filled with moving piano sounds!

The miserable piano sounded in the hearts of the members of the Yangcheng Team 2!

Joy brewed in the hearts of fans and the members of the second team of Rongcheng. Just when the football flew over the goal line, they turned joy into cheers and screams, turning this stadium into a happy world!

"Bang!" With a dull sound, the football hit the crossbar!

The beam is like a rude hand, and the rude hand is pressed on the strings, causing the moving sound to abruptly!

Xie Chuntian's joy at the corner of his eyebrows tends to dissipate!

The hope in the eyes of the fans was almost shattered, and the mouse heard the slightest sound of breaking!

The earthworms at the corner of Sun Ming's eyebrows suddenly squirmed!

The miserable piano sound in the hearts of Team 2 of Yangcheng stopped abruptly, and they breathed easily!

The crisis is temporarily lifted!

The football bounced back from the crossbar, and the ice on Song Jun's face that had not melted for thousands of years did not change at all. He ran towards the football quickly, and another figure next to him was also running!

The Song army jumped high and headed towards the football falling from the air!

A hand passed over his head and touched the football under the football. The wrist of the hand moved forward, and the football flew out of the penalty area!

"nice shot!

The bench of the second team in Yangcheng cheered for his wonderful performance of the goalkeeper!

However, at this moment, Huang Min frowned, and a hint of anxiety and worry flashed in her eyes!

The doubts in Huang Min's eyes suddenly dissipated. In the eyes of others, Yang Fan's running was meaningless, that was an idiot.

Now he finally understood the meaning of Yang Fan’s idiotic behavior!

Don't give up any hope!

Perhaps this hope is only one percent or one thousandth, and he did not give up!

...

Yang Fan appeared in front of the football like a magic weapon falling from the sky!

His right foot was gently pressed against the rebounding football, and the football suddenly became quiet, and Yang Fan quickly advanced with the ball!

The cheers from the bench of the second team of Yangcheng Team came to an abrupt end!

A brilliant flashed in the eyes of the players and fans of the Rongcheng Second Team, and the joy at the corners of their eyebrows slowly bloomed!

The fans did not ask in their hearts, when did this person come here?

At this moment, the question makes no sense because they see hope of equalizing the score!

Song Jun quickly ran to the left, and he wanted to run a pass route for Yang Fan!

The goalkeeper of Yangcheng was surprised to put his eyes in his eyes, quickly adjusted his body, and rushed towards Yang Fan!

The fans who saw Yang Fan running just now had a slightly sore nose and were moved from their hearts!

What kind of person is this? He ran fifty or sixty meters from the backcourt just for one percent chance, or even one thousand chance. His running was 99% possible, meaningless!

There was a mist in their eyes!

Yang Fan in their eyes became ethereal, as if Yang Fan was playing football in the clouds!

Yang Fan fiercely rushed towards the goalkeeper. If someone else had happened, he would have bypassed the goalkeeper and dribbled the ball. The goalkeeper's eyes were a little panicked, and Yang Fan exuded a powerful and bold aura, and his steps kept retreating!

Yang Fan dribbled the ball forward, but the Yangcheng goalkeeper did not move forward, but instead went backward!

At this time, Yang Fan can break through the opponent's goalkeeper with just one side acceleration, and then easily hit the empty goal!

Score his first goal in his professional game!

There was an anxious look in the mouse's eyes, and he shouted excitedly: "Hurry, hurry..."

Yang Fan is about to score his first goal in his career!

However, Yang Fan suddenly lost interest in dribbling and passed the ball to Song Jun!

Yang Fan stopped and looked at Song Jun's eyes. His chest was undulating and heaving and heavy breathing sounded!

It’s not that Yang Fan didn’t want to hit the empty door, but that he was breathing a little messy. He ran for a long distance and accumulated a lot of lactic acid in his muscles. The lactic acid stimulated his nervous system and forced him to increase his breathing depth.

Dribbling is a meticulous job. The rhythm of dribbling must be coordinated with breathing so that the movements can be coherent. He cannot control the ball well under his feet now!

What's more, Song Jun had a better chance. So Yang Fan passed the ball to Song Jun, stopped in place to adjust his breathing, inhaled more oxygen to repay the debt! Repay the oxygen debt!

The Song army achieved it overnight!

The referee blew the whistle and pointed his finger at the midpoint, indicating that the goal was valid!

The second team of Rongcheng equalized the score!

The second team of Rongcheng, which is one less, equalized the score!

The audience heard the earth-shaking screams. The fans who saw Yang Fan running looked at the stadium wearing the No. 17 jersey, and the back that was gasping for breath, tears fell down!

These shouts gathered together and slowly turned into: "Rongcheng Team! Rise up! Rongcheng Team, Rise up!"

But among these sounds, some of them seemed a little hoarse. Even their waving hands were trembling!

The mouse howled to the sky, and tears were hidden at the corners of his eyes. He just saw Yang Fan running wildly!

After howling, the mouse said hoarsely: "You are just a fool! No one else ran away, you are the only one who ran away like an idiot! Just run away. Even if you have the chance to shoot, you give the opportunity to others!

You're a fool!"

The choked voice almost made him cry!

...

Sun Ming exhaled a long breath, a layer of blush climbed on his cheeks, and blood appeared in his eyes. In the moment before, he looked at Yang Fan's running figure, as if he had returned to the former Zhongjiu competition!

Xie Chuntian raised his arms and shouted, and he waved his clothes happily. It was Yang Fan's sports jacket!

In the backcourt of Rongcheng team, the yellow figure was running around and jumping around, and all kinds of screams were screaming!

The shock on Xiao Junyi's face has not subsided!

Until now, the shock on the face of the head coach of the second team of Yangcheng has not yet dissipated. He looked at Yang Fan's back with some dementia. Yang Fan's performance broke some routines, whether he did not observe his teammates before passing the ball, or he ran like an idiot!
To be continued...