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Liu Haozhen appeared on the stage, together with Mao Jianqing.

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin, one old and one young, separated from the left and right wingers......

Li Xiaopeng played the no-edge formation again.

Zhu Ting's goal in the first half gave Wuhan Zall the lead, but in the second half, he was able to save the situation for the team with the swings of these two people?

Wuhan Zall head coach Baisek also made adjustments, and he replaced three attacking midfielders in one go, including Zhu Ting.

As for the players on it?

When the three of them rushed past Liu Hao, Liu Hao's head was only on someone's shoulder.

Yes, the guy wearing the No. 5 jersey is 1.9o meters tall, the guy wearing the No. 6 jersey is 1.88 meters tall, and as for the immature little kid wearing the No. 22, he looks like a post-90s generation, quite young, at least 1.86 meters tall.

Anyway, Liu Hao looked left and right, silently compared it in his heart, and suddenly felt that he was deeply encircled.

Baisek's tactical idea was quite simple, removing three attacking midfielders and replacing them with three tall defensive players, focusing on defense.

As for why you want to change to such a tall player? It is estimated that it is to prevent Liu Hao's free kick and corner kick tactics!

With Liu Hao's current physical condition, his contribution in the athletic battle is almost zero.

With the outside of the instep shot in the first game, I believe that there will be no coach who will let his players stay three meters away from him, so while guarding against this guy, the focus is still on the defense of free kicks and corners.

The purpose of Baisek is as simple as that......

However, although Liu Hao's contribution to the sports battle is zero, as long as he is not offside, he can still occupy a position in the right front.

Don't let him shoot with the ball, or he'll be a threat!

So he can at least pull out one defender and contribute to the rest of his teammates.

His privilege is like this, it doesn't mean that Mao Jianqing is like this.

Mao Jianqing is playing with his life.

At the age of 29, it is generally the peak of a player.

But for Chinese players, maybe around 22 years old is the peak, right? After that, they generally go down the road.

Mao Jianqing's physical condition is also somewhat similar.

But what everyone sees is his wind-like degree!

This kind of wind pulling can only be seen from Qu Bo's body many years ago! In an instant, Zhongneng fans really thought they saw Qu Bo's figure.

The difference is that Qu Bo used to be the darling of Qingdao fans, but Mao Jianqing is just a new player.

Mao Jianqing needs to prove himself and needs to obtain.

So like the last game, he kept playing with his life.

In front of people who play with life, if you don't play with life, then you are doomed.

He is the medium-sized Di Maria!

Attacking makes the opponent turn over on his back, and defending also makes the opponent turn over on his back......

"Tut-tut......" Li Xiaopeng was so happy that he almost drooled in his mouth. It seems that he didn't tell Mao Jianqing to play so hard, right?

Now there are two treasures on the field, an old bustard and a small treasure......

…… Fortunately, I ended up early, otherwise I was pulled to the right-back position by the coach and not dragged to death by this goods? Zhu Ting sat on the bench and watched the game all the time, feeling cold in his heart.

Zhu Ting can be said to be an all-round fighter in the club, who can be a striker, a winger, and a fullback. Bysek liked to use him like a panacea, that's why he thought so.

However, his club teammate, the real right-back at this time, Liu Shangkun, who was born after 9o, can be described as miserable in his heart. After successfully stopping Mao Jianqing, he gasped again and again, glancing at the left, his teammate Ke Zhao was standing leisurely next to Liu Hao, not like he was playing football, but more like two people chatting!

This person is not the same as a human being!

Mao Jianqing came again, like Xiaoqiang, who couldn't be beaten, and galloped with the ball.

Scolded next door! I don't believe that I can't kill you! Liu Shangkun is young and vigorous, where can he stand Mao Jianqing's endless ravage? After guarding it so many times, the mood began to fluctuate.

Although you are a famous football star, right?

Seeing that Mao Jianqing was about to come to him, between the lightning and flint, Liu Shangkun didn't care about the feints at Mao Jianqing's feet at all.

What a bicycle is a floating cloud! Liu Shangkun fell directly to the ground and slid the shovel, the soles of his feet were tightly attached to the ground, like two sharp knives, flying towards Mao Jianqing's ankles......

Exercise! Where did Mao Jianqing think that the other party would be so ruthless? There was no time to dodge.

This time he really flipped weakly in the air like chicken feathers.

As soon as his body hit the ground, he hugged his left foot, where it was at the ankle.

His left foot is his cash cow......

Douda's sweat was bubbling up from his forehead, Mao Jianqing closed his eyes and moaned in pain, it seemed that he was seriously injured!

No way!

Teammates also ran over, and Liu Hao was no exception.

The temperamental teammates have surrounded Liu Shangkun, the former captain of the Zhongneng team, Liu Jian, is not there, and the temporary captain is goalkeeper Liu Jun.

Liu Jun actually rushed up from the goalkeeper's position and ran more than 60 meters!

As a captain, I can do this, worthy of the captain's armband!

The teammates surrounded Liu Shangkun, and the other members of the Zall team had no chance to come over to save people, because there was still a group of middle-energy players who kept them outside.

Liu Jun negotiated directly with the referee.

The height of 1.9 meters is ridiculously tall, and he clenched his fists frantically in front of the referee, and those who didn't know thought he was boxing, "This foul is too bad, there is no sportsmanship!" ”

The referee is used to seeing this kind of scene, and he doesn't pay attention to Liu Jun's roar, but is worried about whether Liu Shangkun, who is trapped in the middle, will lead the crowd.

The whistle on his mouth kept blowing, avoiding Liu Jun's accusations, and he also wanted to disperse the encirclement of the members of the Zhongneng team.

Mao Jianqing was still rolling on the ground, the sound was getting louder and louder, there was no intention of stopping, the encirclement over there was not lifted, Liu Jun was chasing the referee, and the scene became quite chaotic.

At this time, you have to show some sincerity, right? Liu Hao's chubby body was blocked in front of the referee, preventing him from getting close to his teammates.

With a calm face, he stared at the referee with his two eyes and didn't say a word.

With such a wide cross-sectional area standing in front of him, the referee was also a little dizzy.

It is said that a group of Chinese is a worm, why are these guys so united? All of them look like dragons!

Don't look at the referee as a yellow-skinned one, in fact, it's a Korean.

So Liu Jun was chattering in front of him just now, and he didn't hear it at all, because he couldn't hear it at all.

But Liu Hao was so horizontal in front of him, he understood it......

People just want you to play your cards!

Hurry up and touch it in your pocket!

Give a yellow card! He's halfway through.

Well?! Liu Hao's eyes widened, his eyebrows were like swords, and he was murderous, and he stretched out his finger and pointed at Mao Jianqing, who was still rolling on the ground, but still didn't say anything......

The meaning couldn't be clearer. Although we don't have much experience in professional football, we have a lot of experience in amateur football, and we just put pressure on the referee.

All right...... Yellow turns red...... The referee understood and simply took out both cards.

The first to strike, of course, was the red card.

With the red card in hand, no one dared to surround Liu Shangkun anymore, and with a whoosh, everyone was like a ninja and immediately gave way to him.

Liu Shangkun curled up on the turf, holding his head in both hands. When he raised his head, he saw a beautiful red card reaching out to him.

Red! Yes, the referee is going to send him off!

"I'm a head-on foul!" When death came, Liu Shangkun was still hard-mouthed.

The red card in the referee's hand shook twice again, which means, go down, don't talk nonsense......

Then, he turned around again.

Yellow card.

"Me? Shuangton! Liu Hao's eyes widened and he burst into foul language, but he scolded in Cantonese.

Lao Tzu didn't say a word, this guy actually gave a yellow card? It's so unreasonable, isn't it just a bit of pressure?

The teammates also looked at each other, I don't know why, Liu Jun understood it quickly enough, walked over and patted Liu Hao's shoulder.

"Fat brother, it's okay, he's looking for balance, this guy should just want to give a yellow card, but he took out a red card, and naturally found some balance from us......"

The referee didn't know what these two were babbling about, anyway, the yellow card was out, and he just lowered his head to make a record.

"But I just got a yellow card for no reason?"

"Don't forget, you just scolded and sweared, if this is written in the record, you will have to be punished." Liu Jun muttered quietly.

Forehead...... Liu Hao was also surprised, but he didn't expect Liu Jun to understand the meaning of 'Shuangton'. This is indeed an insult and cannot be used in the game.

"Okay...... Let's take it as a meritorious service to the team, meaning! This kid is alive again! At the moment when Liu Hao spoke, Mao Jianqing got up as light as a swallow, as if nothing had happened.

"Day! You know it's so! Liu Jun scolded with a smile and hurried to his goal.

It turned out to be pretending to be than! I thought it was really hurt! Liu Hao also understood that Mao Jianqing was violated, but it was far from being as strict as he imagined, this guy was purely pretending to be painful, in order to win the sympathy of the referee, but with the cooperation of him and himself, the referee still took out a red card, but, I want to get a yellow card for Mao?

The first yellow card in my life! It has to have some value, right?

Ignoring Mao Jianqing's sneer, he put the ball on the spot where Mao Jianqing fell just now.

Trading a yellow card for a goal is the bare minimum requirement......

However, the distance was too far, forty meters away.

"Why isn't it a penalty?" Mao Jianqing muttered.

"Broke your brain, right? At this distance, if you roll, you won't be able to roll in the penalty area, right? If the referee is short-sighted 10,000 degrees, he may ......" Liu Hao scolded, a little speechless.

However, Baisek did not think so.

The three tall men who had just come off the bench built a wall of villains nine meters away.

The rest of the tall players found their own defensive targets in the penalty area.

Baisek seems to have a good understanding of Liu Hao's free-kick, and his caution is unmistakable.

Does he need that much fanfare? Even Li Xiaopeng was a little surprised.

He himself didn't believe that Liu Hao would shoot from forty meters away, with his body, it was impossible.

Mao Jianqing has quietly lurked next to the human wall, compared with those players, he has no disadvantage in size, one meter eight or seven! It's just that there are two players around him who are guarding, and it seems that he is taking care of him.

Well, it's a bit far! Liu Hao made this clear again.

Looking ahead, the teammates were already concentrated in the big penalty area.

The opponent is obviously prepared, if he makes a ball for Mao Jianqing, the chance of scoring a goal is too small, at least it is smaller than the chance of scoring a goal by himself...... He weighed in his heart for a moment, but decided to go his own way.

But at such a distance, you must adjust your posture!

Therefore, everyone saw Liu Hao's preparation before shooting again.

Left leg pull, right leg pull, then left leg swing, right leg swing, then cat down the bear's waist, two pig eyes staring at the two upper corners of the goal.

Yes, Liu Hao didn't look at the wall at all, nor did he look at the crowd in the penalty area, he just thought about the left and right upper corners of the goal.

Let's kick the near corner! The distance is shorter, and the strength is less......

It's just as simple as logic, and not like everyone else thinks, you need to think about how easy it is to score in the near corner or easy to score in the far corner?