When the game was twenty minutes into the opening, after the guy named Kim Jong-wei sent the football into the gate of Zifeng Middle School for the second time, the audience was silent. Only a few little girls who admired Japan and South Korea screamed excitedly, screaming for Kim Jong-wei's outstanding ball skills!

Twenty minutes, 0-2 behind, this is not a close match, but a massacre, a unilateral massacre.

Gu Feng has also seen the training of Ling Wei and others, and thinks that their technical level is good, but he did not expect that he would lose so badly!

Not to mention that Ling Wei and others looked very ugly on the field, and even Gu Feng couldn't sit still.

On the court, Ling Wei no longer had the momentum he had before on the court, and his whole body was completely wilted like a frost-beating eggplant.

Ling Wei thought his football skills were good, but Ling Wei was a little discouraged when facing the fierce fighting of the opponent's defensive players.

As the captain, Ling Wei was discouraged. How good can other players be?

I saw that they all died as if they were ashes, without any momentum!

Even the big shark who had been beating the drum hard on the sidelines had no courage to continue beating the drum. He felt as if he was cheering for Sanyuan Middle School.

For a moment, the court was filled with cheers from Sanyuan Middle School players, and the sound was very harsh.

After carefully recalling the past twenty minutes, Gu Feng keenly discovered that the reason why Ling Wei and others were fed two balls within twenty minutes was that they were unstable after playing, eager to win, and the defense was empty, and the opponent took advantage of the loophole.

After thinking about it, Gu Feng stood up and walked to the sidelines, clapped his hands, and shouted loudly at Ling Wei and others on the court: "Ling Wei, let the players stabilize their mentality and pay more attention to defense!"

Hearing Gu Feng's words, Ling Wei exhaled deeply and shouted loudly to the players of the team: "Everyone is ready to take some energy, don't be depressed. The game is not over yet, we still have a chance!"

"The defenders are focused and the goal is left to our forwards!"

Ling Wei said as he waved his fist hard, with a ferocious expression on his face.

Opposite Ling Wei, the guy named Kim Jong-wei looked at Ling Wei with disdain and laughed: "I told you a long time ago that football is played by feet, and it is useless to say it with your mouth!"

Ling Wei did not fight back, but just glanced at Jin Zhengwei coldly, and then turned his attention to the referee.

The game started again with the referee's whistle.

Looking at the form on the court, Gu Feng had to admit that the players of Sanyuan Middle School were very smooth in their movements and passing and receiving the ball, which was obviously at their professional level.

Although Ling Wei and others are not bad at all, they are somewhat lacking compared to the other party, and the overall coordination is a little worse than the other party, which directly leads to Zifeng Middle School being pushed and beaten, which is basically very sad for the other party's halftime.

Just when the audience was feeling frustrated, a defender from Zifeng Middle School cleared the ball with a big kick and passed the ball to Ling Wei's feet. At this time, Ling Wei was near the middle circle.

As the players of Sanyuan Middle School were pressing against each other, there were only two defenders on the back line staring at Ling Wei.

Seeing the ball flying from the air, the two defenders immediately met without saying a word.

Obviously, the two guys are very experienced and know that they might be able to get rid of Ling Wei when they rush up, and they go up one by one, one by one, and the other by the other, with a clear goal.

Ling Wei glanced at two defenders who were pinching him, shouted, jumped up and removed the ball with his chest.

While Ling Wei removed the ball, he just happened to shake the defender who rushed in front.

At this time, the second defender rushed up and wanted to play the ball.

Ling Wei subconsciously stabbed the ball forward, and the opponent's defender kicked the ball empty, and the football rolled out and was close to ten meters away.

Seeing that the football was kicked far away, the defender subconsciously wanted to pull Ling Wei's clothes. At this time, Ling Wei was already full of anger. How could that guy hold him back?

Ling Wei rushed towards the football that was rolling away like a crazy beast.

Seeing this scene, the audience in the venue screamed excitedly. On the sidelines, the shark also swung the drum stick and beat the drum hard!

Even Gu Feng on the coach's seat was slightly excited. At this time, he completely put himself in this game. Whether it was the head coach or the insulting words of the Korean coach, he didn't want to lose to the Sanyuan Middle School football team in this game!

At this time, Ling Wei could not hear the cheers of the audience in the field. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to shoot the football into the opponent's goal and give the opponent a mouth with practical actions!

Ling Wei, who was running wildly, soon ran to the next side of the football. He hooked his feet and immediately ran towards the opponent's goal with the ball.

Ling Wei, who has practiced martial arts since childhood, has definitely been incomparable to ordinary students!

Although the two rear guards behind him had tried their best to catch up, Ling Wei was like a gust of wind and could not catch up at all.

Soon, Ling Wei dribbled the ball to the opponent's penalty area sideline, and there was no defensive player from Sanyuan Middle School in front of him, only one goalkeeper!

Single sword!

At this moment, almost everyone in the stands' hearts were raised to their throats, staring at Ling Wei's figure tightly.

As they watched, the goalkeeper of Sanyuan Middle School abandoned the door and attacked.

Seeing the goalkeeper running towards him, Ling Wei made a move to shoot. The goalkeeper subconsciously thought Ling Wei was going to shoot and immediately fell to the ground.

However, Ling Wei did not think about shooting at all, but instead pushed the ball to the front right and easily swung past the opponent's goalkeeper.

Empty door!

At this time, no one was blocking Ling Wei. As everyone was watching, Ling Wei brought the ball to the goal, then suddenly pulled his legs and kicked the ball hard!

"Bang!"

Ling Wei's foot thrust on the football and made a loud noise, and the football hit the ball hard on the net.

"Ao!!!"

Ling Wei turned around, glared at the players of Sanyuan Middle School, and let out a crazy roar, like a furious lion!

Hearing Ling Wei's angry roar, the passion of the audience was completely ignited. They stood up and shouted loudly: "Come on Zifeng Middle School! Come on Zifeng Middle School!"

Neat shouts resounded throughout the court.

Ling Wei's goal made the players of Zifeng Middle School soar. The players began to fight actively, but for a while, they were incompatible with the Sanyuan Middle School football team.

However, this situation lasted for less than ten minutes, and Jin Zhengwei from Sanyuan Middle School knocked on the door of Zifeng Middle School with a gorgeous free kick.

In the end, Zifeng Middle School fell behind 1-3 in the first half.

During the half-time break, all the team members, including Gu Feng, became depressed again. The momentum and confidence that they had finally gathered together disappeared again, and they were like soldiers who had lost their battles.

Seeing the players looking dejected, Gu Feng frowned and said, "What? Do you want to admit defeat?"

Hearing Gu Feng's words, the players were red in their eyes, but they did not refute. Although they wanted to win the game, the gap between the two sides was too big, and they had no confidence, really no confidence, nothing at all.

"All mute? Ah? Are you all mute?" Seeing that the players stopped talking, Gu Feng couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted loudly: "Aren't you all full of fighting spirit before the game? Why are you now like a coward?"

"Coach Gu, their strength is too strong." A team member said with red eyes. Although the others didn't say anything, they also had an expression of agreement on their faces.

"Too strong?" Gu Feng sneered: "So what if you have strong strength? You should be like a group of cowards, like a group of trashed soft-boys, only knowing to stare at the eyes, don't you know how to do something else?"

"Remember, we are a group of men, a group of Chinese men, and the other party clearly wants to insult us!" Gu Feng shouted loudly with red eyes: "Although our skills are not as good as them, even if we lose, we have to lose with dignity! Even if we lose, our opponents will be afraid of us!"

"Didn't they say that we Chinese can't play football? Didn't they say that we Chinese are not active in fighting? Show some momentum and play with technology. We can compete more! If it really doesn't work, we can fight with them!" Gu Feng hasn't been so excited for a long time. He felt as if he had returned to the battlefield and commanded a group of soldiers to fight under his command.

"Bang!"

Ling Wei suddenly threw the mineral water bottle in his hand to the ground, and said with red eyes: "I will use my energy to eat in the second half. If anyone doesn't actively fight, he will get out of the team in the future!"

"Bang!"

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All the team members threw the mineral water bottles in their hands to the ground. They were red and panting, with a desperate look on their faces.
Chapter completed!