Chapter 939

With high 2. If Zhang Shiban tries to direct the ball in the second half of the match, he will take the ball first. If he tries to lead the ball directly, he will try his best to open the ball quickly.

Ye Huang is confident of his shooting accuracy.

"Shit." When ye Huang heard Zhang Shihao's national abuse and looked back at what was going on, he found that Zhang Shihao had stepped back two steps. The red No. 11 player of the other side grabbed the football from his feet, and then ran all the way to the goal of his class.

Just now, because the people in my class are too confident, half of them have passed half-time, so now the internal space of my class is empty.

"Back, back." Li Yong called out.

But it's too late. Ye Huang stands too far ahead. It's a small game, so the speed of attack and replay is very fast. The opponent has already attacked his own ball door, and now it is impossible to return to defense.

"Shua."

With the red 11 of the other side's big foot start, high 2. Class 11 players face is not so good-looking, because the opponent's ball is too tricky, even close to the top left corner of the goal into the ball.

The score was 2-1.

High 2. Class 11 is one point behind.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Shihao went to Ye Huang, Li Yong, and Lee Kuan Yew in a low voice.

Ye Huang patted him on the shoulder: "it's OK. Next, we can win. The second half is just beginning. There are still 40 minutes left."

To tell you the truth, ye Huang didn't expect that the other side even just came on the stage.

Lee Kuan Yew said, "brother Huang, the other three people have changed except for number 11 and number 9. This is a taxi fight."

"It doesn't take your heart to kick your own ball." Ye Huang saw some impetuous members of his class and patted Lee Kuan Yew on the shoulder, "calm down, don't you lose a point?"

In fact, ye Huang thought in his heart that he must get the point immediately. Otherwise, the other side would not be complacent. He was careless just now. Otherwise, as long as he was in the midfield, the man would not be able to get the point.

The speed of his serve was almost the same as that of the goalkeeper.

No one can catch up with him in the 100 meter race, so it can't be on the court, even with his football.

Red No. 9 of the other side directly rushed to Ye Huang in the middle of the field. He was fierce and extremely powerful. The audience close to the audience could not help covering their mouths.

Ye Huang saw that the other side was very fierce. He raised his mouth slightly and kicked the ball to the other side. The red No. 9 didn't expect that ye Huang would kick the ball to him. He was stunned and his steps were disordered.

Ye Huang took advantage of this moment, gently from the red No. 9 side, this is a perfect human Ball points.

"Peng."

In this small game, the rhythm is much faster than that in the big field. Ye Huanggang has just passed the midfield a few steps before he can directly open his foot and shoot. He chooses a very tricky angle and the ball rushes to the upper right corner of the goal with very fast speed.

"Dong." With a dull sound, the ball hit the right-hand post, and then suddenly deflected into the goal.

When ye Huang raised his fist high, the sun seemed suddenly fiercer. Yes, it was a lot fiercer. He was like a warrior standing in the sun, with a savior's posture.

2：2。

All the students watching the football field were stunned. After watching the game for such a long time, they could score two goals in a row in the first five minutes. This kind of intensity has never appeared since the beginning of the winter games.

It's amazing.

"Damn it, brother Huang is so fierce." Lee Kuan Yew cheered and ran to Ye Huang. A bus clasped his arm and laughed.

Ye huangpa's hands were in line: "don't be like this, don't let others doubt my surname orientation."

"I said Lee Kuan Yew touched his painful hand and said with a smile, "brother Huang, next prepare to score a few goals."

"Let's play 70-80, depending on the situation, ha ha." At this time, ye Huanggang just passed by the red No. 9 and No. 11, and they walked towards their own goal with laughter.

"Damn it, brother Cheng, these two guys are too arrogant. They really deserve to be beaten." Red 9 to 11.

Cheng Ge, named Cheng Haoqi, is a major player in the school football team. He is tall and strong, and he plays football fiercely. He is a good player in the school. Because he is more forthright, the people around him gradually become a leader of the school, although he is weaker than Yang Ziming More, but it can be said.

Red No. 11 is Cheng Haoqi looking at Ye Huang and gently biting his teeth: "it's OK. It's just a broken goal. We can go back in. We'll see how I beat them up." In fact, he still resents Ye Huang. He just scored the goal. He should have been the focus of attention at least in a short time. If he is lucky, he can still focus on it until the end of the game and become the Savior of his class game.But how can I think that this dream was broken in just three or four minutes, and the guy who broke the dream was the guy who just came on the court wearing purple No. 7 shirt.

He ran so fast and accurately.

The next is the red goalkeeper serving, red No. 11 with the ball, he is the main force of the school team, he is more confident in his own dribbling, the results of the first half also proved that he can pass two or three people alone.

Just before he thought of rushing forward, he was ready to copy Ye Huanggang's sharp action, and he was also ready to shoot directly. With Ye Huang's strong stimulation, he even felt that his hormone secretion was much higher than usual at the moment, and he could also play beyond the level of water.

Just when he hated the excitement of the sprint, suddenly a dark shadow flashed in front of his eyes. He felt that his feet were light, and his whole person staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Not really.

Red No. 11 didn't react at all. His ball was robbed. He staggered back to see that it was the purple No. 7.

Damn it.

Cheng Hao's heart roars and rises.

There is no doubt that the ball won by Ye Huang has never been wrong.

The score was 3-2, 2 points higher since the start of the football final. Class 11 was ahead of his opponent for the first time.

Cheng Haoqi with his class members to the Ye Huang: "you are the Ye Huang."

Ye Huang picked his eyebrows: "yes, what's the matter?"

"It's OK. It's said that you've been in the limelight recently." Cheng Haoqi, this is obviously provocation.

Ye Huang touched his nose and said, "I don't know these things. If you can, you can ask your classmates. Maybe you will know."

"Well, I scored two goals. I'm very proud. We're walking." Red 11 see ye Huang more and more unpleasant, has never seen such a poor student.

Ye Huang said with a smile: "then we will see."

Generally speaking, he doesn't like to interrupt the other party when he shows off his authority, because the longer he takes to show off his authority, the more miserable he will feel when he finally finds out that he is the cricket that has been teased.

Because it's high 2. Class 11 scored another goal, so it was still the other side's serve. This time, the other side learned to be obedient. Although it was still the red coat No. 11 with the ball, he had two people following him, observing the movement of the people on the side of Ye Huang. If anyone was close, they would use their bodies to fight hard to keep the other side away, and then the people behind would continue to take over.

Don't say, this effect is very good, at least Ye Huang thinks it's very good.

However, even though the iron wall is as good as paper, let alone two people. Ye Huang said hello to Li Guangyao and Zhang Shihao, and they rushed to the other side of red No. 11. Just as the two people behind the other side were ready to replace each other, ye Huang rushed up with lightning speed and cut again Break.

"Shit." Cheng Haoqi couldn't help shouting and scolding. He watched his side lose the ball and the other side scored. No one would feel good about it.

Ye Huang snapped his fingers. With the cheers of the audience, basically, the victory or defeat of the game has been decided, and there are still 20 minutes left. When ye Huang has not played, the strength of both sides is in a sticky state. Now that ye Huang is on the stage, he gives the other party two big slaps. Is it possible for the other party to turn defeat into victory.

No doubt, no way.

Ten minutes later, the other red No. 11 stood in front of Ye Huangqiu's goal, ready to shoot.

"Peng."

Ye Huang was brave and fearless. He had a duel with him directly. He had a good skill and didn't hurt the other side. However, the feeling that he was standing at the top of the team and ready to shoot was suddenly attacked by the other side.

"I am a grass mud horse." Cheng Haoqi was almost mad by Ye Huang. He had never seen such a player. He shot his own goal. He even rushed to grab the ball.

Cheng Haoqi kicks at Ye Huang in anger. OK, since you won't let me play, I'll kick you. I'll see if you're good enough.

Because most of the outside voices are for ye Huang, he is out of balance.

Ye Huang was preparing to attack with the ball, but suddenly he felt that there was a man behind him who was ready to kick himself. In a moment, ye Huang turned around and gently raised his leg to trample on Cheng Haoqi's feet, and then punched Cheng Haoqi's chest.

Listening to Peng's voice, Cheng Haoqi stepped back two steps. He rubbed his chest and frowned.

"Brother Cheng, are you ok?"

"You see, I have something to do. It hurts me so much that I can kill him."