Chapter 65: Two shots are fired!

The strength of the school team was exerted, and soon seized the opportunity and shot hard!

"Bang!"

The principal stood on top and watched the shot. The cloud on his face finally dissipated a little, and he said to the secretary standing beside him: "That's what's right!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The clouds on the principal's face all spread out, "No, good, the school team played well, these balls were kicked on the post, and it was a little bit worse. If you keep it, you will definitely score a goal!"

The secretary nodded in agreement, smiling slightly on his face.

The situation on the court is very clear now. The school team's offense is very fierce, one wave after another, and never stopped. Although the first-year high school students are very hard-working, the gap in strength is there and there is no way to narrow it. Basically, when they receive the ball, they will be cut off when they pass. At most, they can only pass by one person, and they will be cut off. There is no way to stop the opponent's shooting, and they can only maintain a certain degree of suppression of their shooting firepower.

Just ten minutes passed, but the goal that the school had been waiting for for a long time never arrived.

If the goal posts continue to play like this, I wonder if the goal will be kicked. Those footballs seem to be hitting the posts, but the heart, and they are not hitting into the heart, making people feel panic...

"Go and call the referee over." The principal couldn't stand it anymore!

The referee also knew that the principal was watching this game in the stands, and looked back at the principal from time to time. When he saw the principal's secretary wavering to him and asked him to go over, he didn't care about the game anymore, and he ran all the way. In fact, both sides were very regular in this game, and they did not make any foul moves. They were all from the same school. They often played football on the same playground, and they looked down and looked up. There was no need to make it too stiff.

Is there a referee actually the same thing? Apart from blowing a whistle when kicking off, the referee is actually a decoration.

And he is also the coach of the school team, but he did not participate in this game. Although the school team has not scored yet, it seems to be a matter of luck. The school team members have a good grasp of opportunities and cooperate very well. Needless to say, shooting more than 90% of the shots are very accurate, but they are just bad luck...

Is it just bad luck? I am really bad luck, or the opponent's goalkeeper is too lucky. If the goalkeeper is saved and cannot be scored, he will hit the post directly. His players are like he was hitting chicken blood. You will know the power of the shooting and listen to the crying sound of the goal post. Can you still ask them to do better?

"Principal!" The referee ran to the principal and stood up.

"Teacher Li, is this the team you lead? Why do I think they don't seem to be shooting, but they are going to shoot down?" The principal's tone was not very good. Although it was only a few more than ten minutes, in his eyes, the performance of the school team was really not like he could beat the Tsutong University team, and he didn't score a single goal.

"Principal, the students on the school team have played very well. They have not scored yet. I can only say that their luck today is really bad!"

"Luck? Not playing counterfeit football?" The principal said bluntly in a bad tone.

"I can guarantee that they are not playing counterfeit balls. They are taking revenge today. The possibility of counterfeit balls is impossible at all?" The referee's attitude was very serious.

"Revenge? What's going on?"

"Most of those first-year high school students were members of our school's junior high school football team last semester, and only a few of them were new students this year. At the end of last semester, the high school team played a basketball game, but the high school team lost the game 1-0, so the game we have today."

"The junior high school team, can they beat the school team?"

"If you only talk about strength, it will definitely not work. The difference is not a little bit or two. However, the high school team may have bad luck, or the junior high school team is too lucky. Just like you just saw, in the last game, the entire game, the high school team shot more than 200 times, of which 131 hits the goal post, and those who hit more than ten straights were also kept by the goalkeeper. One hundred and thirty times hit the goal post in a game, and if it is a regular game, it is impossible to do it. This can be said to be a world record. Even if it is a counterfeit ball, it is impossible to appear. You must know that the chance of hitting the goal post is actually much more difficult than hitting the ball into the goal. The range of the goal frame is dozens of times larger than the area of ​​the goal post! "

"In one game, hit the goal post one hundred and thirty times!" Who would believe such nonsense? The principal would definitely not believe it. "Do you think I would believe it?"

"I didn't see that game with my own eyes. I didn't believe it either, but after I saw the first half of today's game, I believed it. In the forty-five minutes of the first half, eighty-one shots hit the post, and in the second half..." The referee looked at the timer in his hand, "It's only thirteen minutes now, it's already..."

Another sound of a door post, "It's already the 26th leg..."

"Bang!" In less than two seconds, another loud bang came.

"The 27th post!" The referee smiled bitterly and helplessly. "Apart from the luck issue, I really can't find any reason to explain!"

The principal and the principal secretary did not calculate how many times the goal posts were hit, but after hearing the referee's explanation, they realized that there were indeed more than twenty of them who saw with their own eyes. According to this calculation, the numbers in the first half must be true.

The principal smiled and said, "Look at the football, watch the football, this kind of football game is rare in a century. It would be a pity if you don't watch it!"

The referee was not in a hurry to return to the court, and stood in the stands and looked down at the court. He saw a football flying high from the small penalty area in the half-time period when he was one year old.

"I've been killed!" At this time, the referee became the temporary football commentator for the principal and the principal's secretary. "Look at the midfielder's No. 10, the captain of the first year of high school, the captain of the first year of high school, and the captain of the former junior high school team. He began to sprint, and all the guards of the school team went up to the front, and the rear was empty, and there was another single shot."

"At the end of the first half, there was such a goal. At first, the goalkeeper kicked off, but his foot strength was not enough and he couldn't play far, attracting the defensive power of the school team to press the pressure. In the end, he suddenly kicked a good goal. The No. 10, who was in the first year of high school, was still the 100-meter championship in junior high school. No one in the school team ran faster than him and couldn't catch up, so he made one in the first half based on this tactic."

"It's the second ball now!"

"You mean the one-to-zero just now is the first year of high school?" asked the principal.

The referee nodded, very helpless. "This is their second shot, and both shots are all single."

"You go and say to the captain of the school team and ask them to hit the post for me. I want to see how many more times they can hit the post!" The principal narrowed his eyes into a slit and said with a smile.

"oh?"

"oh!"

The referee was puzzled by the principal's words at first, and in a flash, the science department understood the principal's meaning. He ran into the stadium without saying a word!

After receiving the principal's instructions, although the school team was scored two goals, they are now full of fighting spirit, hitting the post and hitting the post desperately. This is a task, from the principal's task. There is not much hope for the goal in front of the goal, but hitting the post is not a boast, and the task is absolutely completed successfully!

The game never stopped. Several shots from the school team made their feet cramped and were replaced. They fell on the grass on the side of the playground. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was not very big, and it was under the shade of the trees, which was very cool.

Lin Yu basically couldn't throw it anymore, several of his feet were trembling, and he insisted on standing on the court. Perhaps except for the two goalkeepers, none of them was not tired.

"Breaking the post!" Lin Yu smiled slightly, looking at the old principal in the stands, thinking about whether to give him some face.

When the 81st minute of the game was in progress, Ran Qiu took the ball and passed a defender who couldn't run. Seeing the shooting angle in front of him, although his calves couldn't stand it, he still insisted on it.

He gently knocked the football, calculated the distance, ran two steps and volleyed vigorously. Following the principal's instructions, the ball rushed up the left post. Lin Yu saw the ball, but he did not touch the ball and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Unexpected sound, but less than a second.

"Bang!"

The ball hit the left post and bounced to the right post with another sound. Then the football did not bounce out of the goal, but hit the inside of the right post and bounced in. At this time, the football speed was already rolling on the ground.

The whole game was quiet, and the ball slowly rolled to Ran Xin's feet standing behind Lin Yu, and Ran Xin also stared at the football under her feet blankly.

"In?"

"In?"

The teammates from the school team looked at each other, and the players on Lin Yu were the same.

One shot, two posts, and finally entered!

The score was rewritten to two to one!

Ran Qiu looked at his teammates standing around him, but did not hear the referee's whistle. After a while, he didn't react.

"Beep!" The whistle of the goal was heard.

"I'm in!"

The next scene was even more exciting than the Chinese team's World Cup. The members of the school team rushed over and pushed Ran Qiu, who had not yet reacted, and pressed them up one by one. Not only the players on the field, but also the outsiders rushed in, and the few who had cramped their feet were no exception.

Zhang Junsheng looked at Lin Yu and smiled slightly. He had nothing to complain about scoring. He had nearly 200 goals posts in a row. If he didn't score a goal, the school team would go crazy! But scoring a goal would also make them go crazy. It seems that he knew.

But after waiting for a long time, I saw the group of students lying there. Except for the few behind who did not participate in the competition, the others stopped moving. They were pulled apart and placed directly on the court. None of them could move. Lin Yu was the same. Some sat directly on the ground, some fell to the ground, and their feet were still thrusting...

The only exception is that everyone's faces are very happy.
Chapter completed!