But it is followed by nervousness, because when you see each other, 1 1, they are all tall and big, with thick calves and a sense of oppression.
You have been assigned to the position of full-back, although you know that you are not fast and have poor skills. But no one is more suitable than you, because your midfielder is a vegetable and the central defender is a slow-moving idiot.
You've been staring at each other's wingers for ten seconds. The other person is not afraid at all, which makes your back cold. He caught the ball and took two tentative steps towards you, obviously wanting to eat you raw.
Three meters, two meters, one meter, you want to go forward to stop, suddenly he disguised, you quickly turned around, but he has already thrown off the position and accelerated. . . . Fk, it was so easy to pass, just like a teased bull. You ran back with all your strength, and you ran closer and closer, two meters, one meter. Just as he was thinking about passing the ball, you put out your foot and blocked the ball on the sideline.
This is a head-on conflict. You win, but you suddenly find that your calf is a little weak. Just when you want to relax, the other side pulls to the baseline to catch the ball. I didn't have time to hesitate, so I continued to post. . .
After just 5 minutes of confrontation, you find yourself out of breath, but fortunately your legs can still run, so bite your teeth and continue to defend yourself. After several times, the other side didn't taste the sweetness from you, but the defensive pressure was still great. Your stupid central defender made several key headers when defending the corner kick, but you saw that he was pale.
You are looking for physical contact with your opponent's winger, trying to lean on him and make some restrictions with reasonable hand movements, but when you receive a direct pass from the backcourt, the opponent doesn't stop the ball, just picks it up and throws it at you. You suddenly find that your body can't keep up, but it's too late to pull the other person's arm. That's it. I can only watch it this time. But you suddenly find that you have made up for it. Boom, the colleague and the other winger who had no time to escape collided together. Although it was a foul, it defused a threat.
You look at your still pale colleague gratefully, and he looks back at you. They didn't say anything. Three seconds later, he stared at each other with fierce eyes. . .
At the end of half-time, 0-0, the other team shot seven or eight feet, while we only shot once, plus three yellow cards. During the intermission, you were absorbed in drinking water, panting, and couldn't hear what the coach was saying clearly, only vaguely heard one sentence: desperate.
As you know, your amateur team doesn't have enough substitutes to replace your right-back. It just joined the team two days ago. Only water and equipment can be managed at present. When you are struggling to ask the coach to change, the second half will begin.
At the beginning of the second half, your opponent is still oppressing your half like an evil spirit, especially your opponent's winger, which is a bit too much. When he passed the ball, he raised his arm and hit your temple. . . You fell to the ground and rolled around in pain, and your teammates gathered around and tore at each other. But at this time, only you know, rolling a few times is not to say how badly you are hurt, but to lie on the ground, even for a few seconds, to catch your breath.
You stood up trembling, and the midfielder vegetable came over and patted you on the back and asked how you were. You didn't say anything or look at him.
He was your bedmate when you were in college, and he was a bad friend. They usually like to tear each other apart and make fun of each other, but this time he was the first to push and shove and got a yellow card.
After 80 minutes, you clear, the ball reaches your feet, and the other two people quickly press it up, so you choose to push it to the midfield next to you. The coach said that at this time, it is necessary to follow the trend, to distract the defenders, and of course to play behind the opponents. If you get the ball, it will be a threat.
Your running posture has been deformed. You hunch over and run with your potential. At this time, maybe your opponent's physical fitness has also dropped significantly, and he didn't follow you. Another defender was also taken to the frontcourt sideline by your winger.
When the midfielder drinks at the team meeting, he is most teased by everyone. He wanted to play the ball for three seconds, and then found that the passing time was gone, and the other side oppressed him and had to return. Every time he drinks too much, everyone is eager to beat him up. However, this boy has a good popularity, and he pays for the water and drinks in the team, so even a dish is a proper main position.
I don't know why, this time he got the ball and poked it in front of you with his unconventional toe. You took the ball into the opponent's ribs and faced the goalkeeper directly. It's a pity that you didn't stop the ball well. After stopping the ball, your left foot became soft. I can't shoot sideways. You can only poke with the tip of your right foot before you fall. That's the last strength left in your body.
The ball hit the opponent's face with a bang, blocked the goalkeeper's face and bounced out. The opposing defender quickly rushed to clear the way for Bigfoot.
This is the most threatening goal in your game.
Before the game ended, the opponent scored a goal. It was a long shot, and the ball was fast. It hit its opponent and entered the corner of the goal. He defended well throughout the game and cooperated with the goalkeeper, but at this time he was forced to score in this way.
0- 1, and finally, the other side advanced.
When the whistle sounded, you fell on the soft grass, and there were no clouds in Wan Li. You want to roar impudently, but your eyelids are heavy. The opposing winger came up to you and left a message: Brother, you played well! And friendly eyes.
You are a greasy middle-aged amateur team, and the other team is a famous super school team.
I blame myself for crying while drinking. And only you know, if you hold that rare shot, the outcome may be completely different.
This is football. It's hard for you to sum up how charming it is in words. Is it a ball, a person, a will, or a fascinating stadium?