After thinking about it, he pulled out a cigarette and was playing cool in his mouth. Li Qian, who was beside him, hurriedly took out the lighter as quickly as possible. Just as he was about to light it, Murong Lanluo took away Lao Liao's cigarette, "Teacher, the leaders on the rostrum are watching, please pay attention to the influence." Then he glanced at Li Qian, and stood beside Liao Xuebing like a female secretary, like Li Qian, left and right.

"Li Qian, why are you lighting a cigarette for me?" Lao Liao scolded.

"Bing, Brother Bing, it's not you who want it... Oh, it's me wrong. No one said that the cigarette must be lit when stuffed into his mouth."

Director Tielin, principal, heads of various departments, directors of each grade, and Qiu Daqi, etc. were all sitting on the rostrum one after another. In the finals, it is always a must-have place for leaders to deliver speeches.

Qiu Daqi looked at Liao Xuebing, and his eyes were so resentful that he wanted the game to start soon. Then, the three-year football team used cruel reality to push Liao Xuebing into the bottomless abyss.

Liao Xuebing prayed secretly: "I always had a bet with the students at the beginning. Whether I, Lao Liao, can survive in school in the future depends on eleven people in this game. Mr. Guan Er and Yue Wumu, bless me to be a teacher safely so that I can continue to educate the world for you, otherwise I will have to go back to the underworld and kill people."

This was quite tempting to coerce all the great gods. Lao Liao seemed to hear a "Damn" from the sky. It was strange to say that it was a bit like Qiu Daqi's voice.

After the principal made a stinky and long speech, the head of the school sports team said a few high-sounding nonsense like "fair competition". Friendship first, competition second", the competition officially began.

The captains of both sides will first pick the side.

When Ye Yuhu shook hands with He Xin, he started a war of words.

"It's ridiculous that your class teacher is a football blind man who has been turned into a football coach by you. You are good at playing teachers, but you can't play football."

"Believe it or not, we have turned him into a super coach."

"Dream in the daytime, the true signs are seen on the court."

"Okay, if you have the guts, you'll pass us all."

"Ye Yuhu, your luck is over today."

"Even if it is, it will take ninety minutes."

...

Liao Xuebing took off his suit, wore a shirt, and a tie, standing on the sidelines, commanding as if he was calm, and he was quite as handsome as a Confucian coach. However, his heart was churning in his heart.

I can't afford to lose this time. If I lose, I can't join the young and beautiful Bei Xiaodan, Murong Lanluo, An Chunchun and others. I cheated the principal a lot of money. He hasn't done anything yet. I just left like that? After losing my job, I won't be killed by my brothers' stinky mouths. The hateful Qiu Daqi even joked with me and lost his dignity. Unexpectedly, a football game actually affects the fate of an excellent teacher. Good luck makes people mess with people. It seems that people can't force their weaknesses, let alone football. Fuck, I won't burn myself if I say anything next time.

Li Qian carefully observed the situation on the field, prepared to judge the situation and make corresponding instructions.

The ball in Class 1 in the middle of the three years was like a rock sinking into the sea. Class 2 in the second year had accumulated four defensive players in the midfield and forced them very tightly. They were not used to it, and the midfield passes basically did not exceed three kicks and made mistakes.

However, the local cooperation between He Xin and Xiong Yuanquan still caused a lot of trouble to the defense line of the second shift in the second grade. He Xin often attracted the attention of two or three defenders at high speed, and then unexpectedly passed the ball to Xiong Yuanquan. Xiong Wuquan was not too hastily and almost took the lead.

The opponent uses his personal abilities and star tactics. It seems that it is necessary to strengthen the man-marking defense.

Li Qian saw the problem and asked Lao Liao to convey the instructions: "Don't give He Xin the space to drive the ball, keep a close eye on his speed advantage, give me a foul near the midfield, and try to make the game unsmooth."

Next, He Xin wanted to break through with his personal ability several times, but there was always someone who defended him closely. After finally getting rid of this piece of personal ointment, there was a new personal ointment and a small encirclement waiting for him.

He had no choice but to pass the ball, but this blind infection naturally greatly increased the rate of error.

Once the players of Class 2 of Year 2 strictly implemented the coach's tactics and fell back and forth in the backcourt when it was the ball's turn. For a moment, the powerful Class 1 of Year 3 had no choice but to do anything to them.

Yu Weiyang naturally saw the problem, holding his cheek with one hand and standing on the side, with an elegant posture, like a statue of a thinker.

It turns out that Class 2 of the second year passed by the turtle-reducing tactics to enter the finals. Do they want to spend it like this and keep it going until the penalty shootout? Dreaming in the daytime!

So he also called the No. 8 player on the field to the sidelines to explain: "Yao Ming, don't just hit the ground ball, how long is it? 158. If you ask He Xin and the others to pay attention to the forward insertion, run diligently without the ball!"

Yao Ming received instructions and his big feet began to grow. When the offensive players such as He Xin and Xiong Yuanquan saw the high ball, they inserted into the defense line of Class 2 like a sharp knife. For a moment, there was a panic in front of Class 2.

Ye Yuhu didn't care about tactical arrangements and ran back to assist in defense. The first half ended in ten minutes and said that he could not concede the ball.

"Ye Yuhu, go back! Otherwise I will call you a goalkeeper!" Liao Xuebing shouted loudly.

Ye Yuhu took advantage of the dead ball and ran to the sidelines to question: "Coach Liao, haven't you seen the back defense tight? What's the use of staying in front and not getting the ball."

No big or small...you ask me? How do I know?

"Hey hey hey, Li Qian, don't be standing there. Tell him, what's the use of staying in front?" Liao Xuebing said.

Li Qian was prepared and said slowly: "Oh, that's it. You can at least restrain one or two defensive players from the opponent. In addition, Wang Long is in front, so the opponent dare not press them all, otherwise we will only be beaten. Coach Liao has already thought of a countermeasure. As long as you keep the opponent's No. 8 in front, their offense will be silenced. Go and try it. Otherwise, you will really be able to play the goalkeeper position."

After Ye Yuhu continued to enter the competition, Liao Xuebing asked: "I don't understand, isn't He Xin more powerful? Why don't you ask Ye Yuhu, a tough guy, to stare at him? And to stare at the thin No. 8? Isn't this equivalent to a waste of resources?"

"The offensive core of Class 31 is He Xin, but the core of the organization is the single midfielder No. 8. If the No. 8 can be handled, the offensive in Sany will be weakened by half, and our defensive pressure will naturally be reduced. The role of the player varies according to tactics. He Xin is powerful, but if we cut off the contact between the midfield and him, he can only be a toothless test."

Then Li Qian pointed to the rostrum again and said, "For example, do you think the principal has a future when he goes to the Speed ​​Party?"

Of course, nonsense has no future! Oh... It's like if He Xin has no future after staring at No. 8 to death. Old Liao nodded frequently and sighed: "Li Qian, I'll suddenly understand. Li Qian, you are worthy of being the assistant of the super coach...."

Li Qian said: "That's also Brother Bing, you have a very high understanding."

The competition between the two sides in the midfield has become increasingly fierce. Ye Yuhu ignored his identity and pulled the jersey, put on his black feet, made small moves, and made tactical fouls from time to time. Finally, Yao Mao, who was one of the first three years, got up and gave Ye Yuhu an elbow in the fight.

Ye Yuhu gave up the image of a cold man who had been persisting for many years, and fell on the grass, rolling around, howling loudly, sharp and sharp, and his pain was as if he had lost his parents. Even in the stands dozens of meters away, he could hear his heart-wrenching cry.

"Hard! There's nothing to say. Lao Liao gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

The students watching the game in Class 2 of the second year off the court protested loudly when they saw this: "How can No. 8 hit someone casually?" He seriously despised No. 8! "Gang raped No. 8!" "Dare to hit me, Ahu, throw you to death with a mineral water bottle!" Malicious foul, he is really a scumbag! "Sent off the red card!"...

The situation was severe, not to mention that it was witnessed with his own eyes, forcing the referee to show a red card to No. 8.

In this way, the accurate long pass of No. 8 was missing, and the offensive of Squad 1 in three years was sharply reduced. Squad 2 in two years took advantage of the chances of counterattack to cause some trouble for them. Ye Yuhu relied on his personal ability to form a high-quality cross after two or three wing breakthroughs. If there weren't too few players in front of him, Ye Yuhu would have completed the assist.

Most of the girls who watch football come for handsome guys. His performance naturally caused the girls in Class 2 to scream, making other boys very jealous, including Lao Liao.

The midfield whistle sounded.

Finally, after halftime, the players were exhausted physically and mentally, so they hurried to the locker room to rest, drinking water, cursing their mother, and some of them were eager to discuss the gains and losses on the field.

Liao Xuebing was still shocked and thought to himself: "The strength of Class One in three years is not enough, and this coach is really not a good person. Should we use these fifteen minutes to ask Ye Xiaobai to find a few people to come and take a few minutes to hit He Xin's leg... No, this is too technical. Alas, if I had known that I would have asked someone to take He Xin to take a look last night, you wouldn't have to be weak. It's rumored that this was how the French team dealt with Ronaldo in the 1998 World Cup. It's a pity."

Li Yuzhong seemed to see through his thoughts: "Teacher, why not take action yourself and assassinate the other party He Xin and get married!"

Liao Xuebing sneered: "Are you a reckless man when you are a teacher? You are the saying "Dirench your troops and attack your plans." The teacher is also a good example for you to learn from. If you can learn from one tenth of the teacher, you can turn your hands into clouds and rain."

Chen Younian smiled strangely and said, "You are Sun Wukong, and the misleading director is the Buddha of Tathagata."
Chapter completed!