Chapter 3 Designated drop point
"Amazing magic ball, scorpion wagging its tail, you're showing off." The right back arrived late and could only shout 666.
Wang Xiong on the left also ran over, excitedly said: "Good job, Magic Ball, you are in good form today, you must keep it up, I knew the beauty buff would make you show off."
Mo Qiong was speechless.
Zhang Xin who was not far away said with a smile: "Show? It's just luck, the game has just begun."
As he spoke, he said to Mo Poor: "You defended well, but your defender... Heh, I will definitely score in ten minutes."
Mo Poor stared blankly at the ball and ignored him. Zhang Xin looked at the stands out of embarrassment to make fun of himself.
Na Yingying Yanyan not only boosted the home team, but also boosted the morale of their visiting team.
Zhang Xinxin thought to himself: Are there so many girls watching football in Yanda? But the team's organizational skills are too poor. I have a lot of chances this time, maybe I can score a hat-trick.
While everyone was waiting for the goal kick, Mo Poor was full of doubts.
"It's not right. The first save may have been a mistake, but the second save should definitely be scored. Why is the ball's landing point so strange?"
Others thought he was scorpion wagging his tail, and just rightly rubbed the ball in front of him and hugged him.
But only he knows, it shouldn't be right.
How much and how hard it is rubbed, only he can feel it. The scorpion's tail wagging is almost a failure. As far as Zhang Xin's kick is concerned, the ball will change its trajectory, but it will definitely go into the goal.
But the fact is that the casual brushing of the side directly made the football lightly fall from behind to in front of him.
"The trajectory seems reasonable, but... I was kicking randomly."
Mo Poor couldn't figure it out, but the game had to continue.
"Kick-off! It's going to time out!" Wang Xiong shouted.
Mo Poor came back to his senses, threw the ball on the ground in a hurry, and looked at the audience.
His field of vision is extremely wide, and he can find everyone's position at once.
I saw Han Dang, who was far away from him, running repeatedly, trying to get rid of the defenders around him.
"This guy..." Mo Poor knew that Han Dang was waiting for his long pass.
It was agreed before that if there is a chance, I will give it to him. When Han Dang sees the goal kick, he frantically looks for opportunities.
"I'll give it to you!"
"Boom!"
Mo Poor made a long pass, and the landing point was not far from Han Dian, behind the opponent's defender, and on the edge of the penalty area.
Of course, he thought beautifully, but his footwork was average.
It is not easy for him to kick such a long distance, let alone where to hit?
In most cases, there must be a deviation in the landing point, and even the strength may be weak.
But as long as Han Dang can catch the ball, as long as it is not too far off, there is still a chance. In the past, such big feet were all about luck.
"what?"
I saw the soccer ball draw an exquisite arc in the air. One look at this arc, and Mo Poor knew: Damn, this landing point is perfect!
I don't know if this kick was too good, the football was about to land exactly where Mo Poor wanted to pass.
"good chance!"
Han secretly thought it was time for him to show off. The pass was too good. This landing point happened to be where the defender had no time to turn around, but he could rush straight to stop the ball.
This position gets the ball, and the shooting angle is also excellent.
However, Han Dang jumped up to catch the ball with his chest, and then lifted his foot to try to bounce the ball to a more suitable point in the air, and then broke into the penalty area.
However, there was a deviation in the second step. The ball did not bounce from his chest, but fell straight to the ground along his chest and abdomen, and it just hit the grass and bounced again.
This rhythm is not right, Han Dang's foot did not touch the ball, and directly touched the air.
When Han Dang was driven by inertia to run for two steps before turning back, the football had already been kicked out of the sideline by the defender who was chasing him.
"Hiss! Such a good opportunity! What a pity..."
Han Dang held his head, wishing he could beat himself to death.
It is a major mistake to stop the ball and swing the air. If there is no such mistake, it may be scored at this moment, or at least it is an excellent shooting opportunity.
If it was normal, he wouldn't be so annoyed, but he knew that Mo Poor passed the ball so well.
It was so good that he felt much more guilty than usual when he missed the opportunity, and he felt sorry for Mo Poor's biography.
Such an excellent pass, if he made no mistakes but scored, then the assists and goals scored across the whole court with Mo Poor this time would be enough for him to graduate.
"Good shot, brother." Han Dang secretly felt sorry for it, clapped his hands twice, and stretched out his thumb to Mo Poor, praising the ball to Mo Poor from a long distance away.
Several defensive players from the sports school also looked at Yanda's goalkeeper. The ball just now was really dangerous, but the striker... stopped the ball like this, which is too bad.
Mo Poor has a wide field of vision, and he also saw Han Dang's stop just now.
Although he couldn't see it clearly, he knew that with Han Dang's technique, he could stop the ball.
Just now Han Dang caught it with his chest first, and then used his feet to pad it. As a result, the ball fell straight to the grass under Han Dang's crotch, resulting in a failure to stop the ball.
That landing point seems to be the point where the ball will fall even when no one is in charge.
"This point is also the point I want to pass on..."
Suddenly, Mo Poor seemed to realize something.
Combined with all the strange landing points before, Mo Poor secretly said: "I can't change the landing point I have determined? Or, where I want to shoot, I have to shoot wherever I want to shoot?"
Such an absurd idea suddenly arises.
Mo Poor couldn't help but think this way, because after substituting this thought, he immediately recalled that it was the same when he made a save before.
He should have hit the ball out of the baseline in his first throw, but he was thinking of the picture of the ball falling to Zhang Xin's feet.
Because he was afraid of this kind of thing, the more he was afraid of it, the more he thought about it. In the end, it really happened, and the ball inexplicably made an arc and landed at Zhang Xin's feet.
The same is true for the second throw. When his heel touched the ball, because he was lying on the ground, he thought that the ball should be on the grass in front of him, so he could hug it directly.
As a result, he got his wish, and the ball was really hit by this rub, and it fell directly in front of his eyes.
Coupled with the exquisite long pass just now, there is really a demeanor of passing wherever he wants, so accurate...Even if Han Dang stopped the ball at the landing point and affected the trajectory of the ball, he still couldn't stop the ball from falling to Mo Poor Points to pass.
"I can shoot wherever I want? The football **** is possessed? No way?" Mo Poor couldn't believe it, and wanted to try again.
There is nothing better than practice to test ideas, if you don't know it before, that's all.
Now that I have an idea, just try a few more times and if it still works, it will explain the problem.
…
The opportunity came quickly, and after only five minutes, the opponent's midfielder came over.
Whether it is organizational ability or personal skills, their team has been blown out.
The opponent's players can easily find opportunities, and even create opportunities.
A through ball rushed to Wang Xiong's back, his reaction was a beat slower than Zhang Xin's.
When Wang Xiong turned around, Zhang Xin had already received the ball and took it towards Mo Poor. For this, Wang Xiong could only follow behind.
Zhang Xin rushed into the penalty area with a strong momentum, staring at his eyes with a ferocious expression, trying to deter the goalkeeper, trying to make the goalkeeper flustered.
But when Mo Poor was in elementary school, he dared to chase wild dogs with firewood, catch snakes in the fields with his bare hands and fell to his death.
Zhang Xin's ferocious expression on his face is just a cute one, and Mo Poor's heart is not fluctuating.
"Boom!" Zhang Xin saw that Mo Qiong was firmly stuck in the angle, so he had to volley vigorously.
Even if Mo Poor catches a powerful and heavy ball, it is estimated that it will be slightly off the angle, and he may still score.
It should be said that he is a quasi-professional player. In the past, when encountering such a good shot, Mo Poor tried his best to change the trajectory.
As for whether it entered or flew out of the door frame, it depends on luck.
But this time, Mo Poor didn't care if it scored or not, he just wanted to be able to touch the ball.
"Bao!"
Mo Poor jumped out, stretched his arms as hard as he could, and fiddled with the flying ball with his fingertips.
I saw that the ball fell directly on the grass as if it had been slapped by the palm, and then bounced up.
Mo Poor knelt down on one knee and held her firmly in his arms.
The whole process looks pleasing to the eye, and the weight is light.
It seems that instead of guarding the goal, it seems to be hitting the flying balloons on the ground.
"Damn it..." Zhang Xin felt that he shot very well, but the goalkeeper played better, it didn't look like an amateur at all.
In Zhang Xin's eyes, Mo Qiong flew to the ground for this shot, which was extremely technically difficult.
Of all the goalkeepers he has come into contact with, facing this ball, the best result is to knock it into the air.
But Mo Poor actually insisted on taking a photo... This is a very unstable choice for the goalkeeper. It requires high reflexes, arm strength, and other aspects of the state.
It’s cool to be successful, but a sinner if you fail.
"Cut, the technique is good, but the choice of saves is wrong. Once I open the situation for such a reckless goalkeeper, he will definitely collapse." Zhang Xin consciously understood Mo Poor.
I feel that Mo Poor is a goalkeeper with good talent but amateur training, and he is in good condition now.
But against such a goalkeeper, Zhang Xin has rich experience and knows that he will have many opportunities, because this kind of goalkeeper is easy to make mistakes.
Listening to the howling at home, Zhang Xin exited the penalty area with a confident smile.
"This number is very stable, and it even hit the ball."
"Yes, the super long-distance long pass before is also very good, but unfortunately the center forward has something to eat."
The students in the stands, because of the different observation angles, didn't think it was too dangerous to save the ball.
I only feel that the goalkeeper is very stable. In less than ten minutes, he saved three shots from the sports school.
As everyone knows, Mo Poor at this moment is already trembling with excitement.
"It's really like this... Isn't this a super power?"
Others thought he had slapped the ball down, but only he knew that he only fiddled with the ball with his fingertips.
At this level, it is simply impossible to let the ball fall down to the grass and then hold it firmly.
It can't be luck, it can't be a coincidence, it can't be some extraordinary performance.
He watched carefully, the moment he fiddled with the ball, the flight direction of the ball was changed.
And what he thought in his mind was that the ball fell on the grass in front of the goal line, so the changed direction really fell towards the ground!
But according to mechanics, this should be flying obliquely to the dead corner of the goal or bouncing off the crossbar.
Mo Poor held the ball and threw it on the ground, ready to kick off.
He took a deep breath, and once again looked at Han Dang, the only striker in the frontcourt, and the goal farther away...
On the football field, what would happen if you could specify where the football will fall like a 'killing mechanics'?
He can directly shoot the ball into the dead corner of the opponent's goal from his own penalty area!
"No, be calm, this guy can't pretend."
"Let's leave it to the striker to score goals, I'm just a goalkeeper..."
"Boom!"
Mo Qiong made a strong long pass, the football was hoisted high, and it went straight to the frontcourt.
Chapter 3 Designated drop point
"Amazing magic ball, scorpion wagging its tail, you're showing off." The right back arrived late and could only shout 666.
Wang Xiong on the left also ran over, excitedly said: "Good job, Magic Ball, you are in good form today, you must keep it up, I knew the beauty buff would make you show off."
Mo Qiong was speechless.
Zhang Xin who was not far away said with a smile: "Show? It's just luck, the game has just begun."
As he spoke, he said to Mo Poor: "You defended well, but your defender... Heh, I will definitely score in ten minutes."
Mo Poor stared blankly at the ball and ignored him. Zhang Xin looked at the stands out of embarrassment to make fun of himself.
Na Yingying Yanyan not only boosted the home team, but also boosted the morale of their visiting team.
Zhang Xinxin thought to himself: Are there so many girls watching football in Yanda? But the team's organizational skills are too poor. I have a lot of chances this time, maybe I can score a hat-trick.
While everyone was waiting for the goal kick, Mo Poor was full of doubts.
"It's not right. The first save may have been a mistake, but the second save should definitely be scored. Why is the ball's landing point so strange?"
Others thought he was scorpion wagging his tail, and just rightly rubbed the ball in front of him and hugged him.
But only he knows, it shouldn't be right.
How much and how hard it is rubbed, only he can feel it. The scorpion's tail wagging is almost a failure. As far as Zhang Xin's kick is concerned, the ball will change its trajectory, but it will definitely go into the goal.
But the fact is that the casual brushing of the side directly made the football lightly fall from behind to in front of him.
"The trajectory seems reasonable, but... I was kicking randomly."
Mo Poor couldn't figure it out, but the game had to continue.
"Kick-off! It's going to time out!" Wang Xiong shouted.
Mo Poor came back to his senses, threw the ball on the ground in a hurry, and looked at the audience.
His field of vision is extremely wide, and he can find everyone's position at once.
I saw Han Dang, who was far away from him, running repeatedly, trying to get rid of the defenders around him.
"This guy..." Mo Poor knew that Han Dang was waiting for his long pass.
It was agreed before that if there is a chance, I will give it to him. When Han Dang sees the goal kick, he frantically looks for opportunities.
"I'll give it to you!"
"Boom!"
Mo Poor made a long pass, and the landing point was not far from Han Dian, behind the opponent's defender, and on the edge of the penalty area.
Of course, he thought beautifully, but his footwork was average.
It is not easy for him to kick such a long distance, let alone where to hit?
In most cases, there must be a deviation in the landing point, and even the strength may be weak.
But as long as Han Dang can catch the ball, as long as it is not too far off, there is still a chance. In the past, such big feet were all about luck.
"what?"
I saw the soccer ball draw an exquisite arc in the air. One look at this arc, and Mo Poor knew: Damn, this landing point is perfect!
I don't know if this kick was too good, the football was about to land exactly where Mo Poor wanted to pass.
"good chance!"
Han secretly thought it was time for him to show off. The pass was too good. This landing point happened to be where the defender had no time to turn around, but he could rush straight to stop the ball.
This position gets the ball, and the shooting angle is also excellent.
However, Han Dang jumped up to catch the ball with his chest, and then lifted his foot to try to bounce the ball to a more suitable point in the air, and then broke into the penalty area.
However, there was a deviation in the second step. The ball did not bounce from his chest, but fell straight to the ground along his chest and abdomen, and it just hit the grass and bounced again.
This rhythm is not right, Han Dang's foot did not touch the ball, and directly touched the air.
When Han Dang was driven by inertia to run for two steps before turning back, the football had already been kicked out of the sideline by the defender who was chasing him.
"Hiss! Such a good opportunity! What a pity..."
Han Dang held his head, wishing he could beat himself to death.
It is a major mistake to stop the ball and swing the air. If there is no such mistake, it may be scored at this moment, or at least it is an excellent shooting opportunity.
If it was normal, he wouldn't be so annoyed, but he knew that Mo Poor passed the ball so well.
It was so good that he felt much more guilty than usual when he missed the opportunity, and he felt sorry for Mo Poor's biography.
Such an excellent pass, if he made no mistakes but scored, then the assists and goals scored across the whole court with Mo Poor this time would be enough for him to graduate.
"Good shot, brother." Han Dang secretly felt sorry for it, clapped his hands twice, and stretched out his thumb to Mo Poor, praising the ball to Mo Poor from a long distance away.
Several defensive players from the sports school also looked at Yanda's goalkeeper. The ball just now was really dangerous, but the striker... stopped the ball like this, which is too bad.
Mo Poor has a wide field of vision, and he also saw Han Dang's stop just now.
Although he couldn't see it clearly, he knew that with Han Dang's technique, he could stop the ball.
Just now Han Dang caught it with his chest first, and then used his feet to pad it. As a result, the ball fell straight to the grass under Han Dang's crotch, resulting in a failure to stop the ball.
That landing point seems to be the point where the ball will fall even when no one is in charge.
"This point is also the point I want to pass on..."
Suddenly, Mo Poor seemed to realize something.
Combined with all the strange landing points before, Mo Poor secretly said: "I can't change the landing point I have determined? Or, where I want to shoot, I have to shoot wherever I want to shoot?"
Such an absurd idea suddenly arises.
Mo Poor couldn't help but think this way, because after substituting this thought, he immediately recalled that it was the same when he made a save before.
He should have hit the ball out of the baseline in his first throw, but he was thinking of the picture of the ball falling to Zhang Xin's feet.
Because he was afraid of this kind of thing, the more he was afraid of it, the more he thought about it. In the end, it really happened, and the ball inexplicably made an arc and landed at Zhang Xin's feet.
The same is true for the second throw. When his heel touched the ball, because he was lying on the ground, he thought that the ball should be on the grass in front of him, so he could hug it directly.
As a result, he got his wish, and the ball was really hit by this rub, and it fell directly in front of his eyes.
Coupled with the exquisite long pass just now, there is really a demeanor of passing wherever he wants, so accurate...Even if Han Dang stopped the ball at the landing point and affected the trajectory of the ball, he still couldn't stop the ball from falling to Mo Poor Points to pass.
"I can shoot wherever I want? The football **** is possessed? No way?" Mo Poor couldn't believe it, and wanted to try again.
There is nothing better than practice to test ideas, if you don't know it before, that's all.
Now that I have an idea, just try a few more times and if it still works, it will explain the problem.
…
The opportunity came quickly, and after only five minutes, the opponent's midfielder came over.
Whether it is organizational ability or personal skills, their team has been blown out.
The opponent's players can easily find opportunities, and even create opportunities.
A through ball rushed to Wang Xiong's back, his reaction was a beat slower than Zhang Xin's.
When Wang Xiong turned around, Zhang Xin had already received the ball and took it towards Mo Poor. For this, Wang Xiong could only follow behind.
Zhang Xin rushed into the penalty area with a strong momentum, staring at his eyes with a ferocious expression, trying to deter the goalkeeper, trying to make the goalkeeper flustered.
But when Mo Poor was in elementary school, he dared to chase wild dogs with firewood, catch snakes in the fields with his bare hands and fell to his death.
Zhang Xin's ferocious expression on his face is just a cute one, and Mo Poor's heart is not fluctuating.
"Boom!" Zhang Xin saw that Mo Qiong was firmly stuck in the angle, so he had to volley vigorously.
Even if Mo Poor catches a powerful and heavy ball, it is estimated that it will be slightly off the angle, and he may still score.
It should be said that he is a quasi-professional player. In the past, when encountering such a good shot, Mo Poor tried his best to change the trajectory.
As for whether it entered or flew out of the door frame, it depends on luck.
But this time, Mo Poor didn't care if it scored or not, he just wanted to be able to touch the ball.
"Bao!"
Mo Poor jumped out, stretched his arms as hard as he could, and fiddled with the flying ball with his fingertips.
I saw that the ball fell directly on the grass as if it had been slapped by the palm, and then bounced up.
Mo Poor knelt down on one knee and held her firmly in his arms.
The whole process looks pleasing to the eye, and the weight is light.
It seems that instead of guarding the goal, it seems to be hitting the flying balloons on the ground.
"Damn it..." Zhang Xin felt that he shot very well, but the goalkeeper played better, it didn't look like an amateur at all.
In Zhang Xin's eyes, Mo Qiong flew to the ground for this shot, which was extremely technically difficult.
Of all the goalkeepers he has come into contact with, facing this ball, the best result is to knock it into the air.
But Mo Poor actually insisted on taking a photo... This is a very unstable choice for the goalkeeper. It requires high reflexes, arm strength, and other aspects of the state.
It’s cool to be successful, but a sinner if you fail.
"Cut, the technique is good, but the choice of saves is wrong. Once I open the situation for such a reckless goalkeeper, he will definitely collapse." Zhang Xin consciously understood Mo Poor.
I feel that Mo Poor is a goalkeeper with good talent but amateur training, and he is in good condition now.
But against such a goalkeeper, Zhang Xin has rich experience and knows that he will have many opportunities, because this kind of goalkeeper is easy to make mistakes.
Listening to the howling at home, Zhang Xin exited the penalty area with a confident smile.
"This number is very stable, and it even hit the ball."
"Yes, the super long-distance long pass before is also very good, but unfortunately the center forward has something to eat."
The students in the stands, because of the different observation angles, didn't think it was too dangerous to save the ball.
I only feel that the goalkeeper is very stable. In less than ten minutes, he saved three shots from the sports school.
As everyone knows, Mo Poor at this moment is already trembling with excitement.
"It's really like this... Isn't this a super power?"
Others thought he had slapped the ball down, but only he knew that he only fiddled with the ball with his fingertips.
At this level, it is simply impossible to let the ball fall down to the grass and then hold it firmly.
It can't be luck, it can't be a coincidence, it can't be some extraordinary performance.
He watched carefully, the moment he fiddled with the ball, the flight direction of the ball was changed.
And what he thought in his mind was that the ball fell on the grass in front of the goal line, so the changed direction really fell towards the ground!
But according to mechanics, this should be flying obliquely to the dead corner of the goal or bouncing off the crossbar.
Mo Poor held the ball and threw it on the ground, ready to kick off.
He took a deep breath, and once again looked at Han Dang, the only striker in the frontcourt, and the goal farther away...
On the football field, what would happen if you could specify where the football will fall like a 'killing mechanics'?
He can directly shoot the ball into the dead corner of the opponent's goal from his own penalty area!
"No, be calm, this guy can't pretend."
"Let's leave it to the striker to score goals, I'm just a goalkeeper..."
"Boom!"
Mo Qiong made a strong long pass, the football was hoisted high, and it went straight to the frontcourt.
