Fox in the Penalty Area

After the football rolled into the goal of the second team, it was entangled in the net and could not move.

Hu Lai himself staggered a little because of the stabbing action and almost fell to the ground, but in the end he maintained his balance and struggled to run to the sidelines.

This time he didn't turn around and try to greet his teammates. Anyway, no one would come up to celebrate the goal with him.

He was right, when he went to celebrate the goal, the team-mates behind him were really indifferent.

They stared blankly at Hu Lai's back, their minds full of question marks.

This kid's luck must be too good, right?

Received the ball unmarked twice in a row, scoring goals like this has no difficulty at all...

Why didn't we show up there? !

Hu Lai's good fortune made them envious, jealous, and painful.

Li Zhiqun, for example, was in great pain.

After the shot was empty, he sat down on the ground with his hands pinching the muscles of his right thigh, with a painful expression-he felt that the muscles at the root of his thigh were pulled.

Then he saw Hu Lai scored twice, so his injury suddenly worsened, and he was in more pain, so painful that he could hardly breathe.

God! how could you do this? !

The eyes he stared at Hu Lai were breathing fire - this is obviously my chance! You thief, you stole my goal!

He didn't care about the fact that he didn't kick the ball first, so he gave Hu Lai the chance to pick up the miss in front of the goal.

He only felt that there was a fire in his chest, which was about to explode.

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The reaction from the stands remained lukewarm for Hou Lai's second goal, and there were no loud cheers as he ran to the corner flag to celebrate.

What's more is the discussion about Hu Lai stepping on shit twice.

"Great luck!"

It was the words Song Jiajia heard the most in the stands.

But now Song Jiajia doesn't think so anymore, he shook his head in disbelief, and said to himself: "I didn't expect that kid to really have the talent to play football..."

Li Qingqing smiled beside him.

A goal can also show good luck, but what about two identical goals?

If it was pure luck, Hu Lai shouldn't have come to play football, he should have bought lottery tickets, and he would have reached the pinnacle of his life long ago.

That's his talent, his ability.

She remembered the first time she met Hu Lai in that secret base, Hu Lai said to her: "Actually, I am a point-grabbing striker, and spot-grabbing shots are what I am best at."

At that time, she thought that Hu Lai was making excuses because she couldn't get past her, and of course Hu Lai must have been making excuses at that time.

But he was hit by nonsense, he is really a point-grabbing striker!

Thinking of this, she glanced at her father.

She didn't know if her father had also noticed something different about Hu Lai. She hoped that her father would notice, so maybe... Maybe it was really possible to make an exception and recruit him into the team?

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Li Ziqiang stood on the sidelines, and his eyes fell on the figure who was celebrating a goal alone.

They both scored two goals, and if they still didn't notice, it would be useless for me to be the coach.

He looked down at the notebook in his hand, and linked the person's number and name together.

Holly.

The one he scored zero for positional duty.

In fact, when Hu Lai scored the first goal, Li Ziqiang really thought that Hu Lai was just lucky—except for Li Qingqing, who was devoted to Hu Lai and had been observing Hu Lai, he thought that Hu Lai scored a goal. It is the normal reaction of normal people to rely on good luck.

But after scoring in the same way twice in a row, it's hard to say that someone just scored by luck.

It is understandable for ordinary fans and spectators to say this, but as a professional football coach, if you say this, it is really an insult to your professionalism.

Li Ziqiang doesn't think that Hu Lai scored twice because of two times of shit luck.

He was in a lot of space for those two goals, but why was he the only one there, and why couldn't others see or run?

Is it luck?

Perhaps.

But Li Ziqiang is more willing to think that there should be some inevitable connection between these two goals that look exactly the same as if they were lucky.

This inevitable connection is - I am afraid that only Hu Lai can see the fatal gap and appear there at the right time.

This left back's sense of smell in front of the goal is very prominent.

only……

Li Ziqiang looked down at the scoring criteria behind Hu Lai's name on the notebook.

Tactical Awareness Level Performance...is there? Can't see it so far. Excellent ability to grab points in front of the goal does not mean that the level of tactical awareness is outstanding.

Not to mention the positional offensive and defensive responsibilities, he is a left back, and now he plays more and more like a forward.

The use of technical movements in confrontation situations can also be scored zero points. These two goals were scored without physical confrontation, and when there was physical confrontation, he had nothing to show for it.

The style of play and mental state... It seems that this is slightly better, but it is only better.

It can be said that this person has nothing but an excellent sense of smell in front of the door.

What's the use of recruiting such a person into the school team?

He shook his head imperceptibly.

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The fact that Li Zhiqun was injured was only discovered when the game was about to restart. Before that, everyone was too busy being shocked by Hu Lai's shit luck. Even if someone saw Li Zhiqun sitting on the ground with a painful face, they thought He was suffering because Hu Lai scored a goal-everyone could see before the game that the relationship between Li Zhiqun and Hu Lai didn't seem to be very good.

It wasn't until the game was about to start that the players of the first team returned to their own half, but Li Zhiqun was still sitting in front of the goal of the second team and didn't get up. Everyone found out that he was injured, and it was the kind of injury that could not continue the game.

In the end, Li Zhiqun limped off the field with Yan Yan's support.

He walked reluctantly, turned around every step, and hesitated every five steps.

He can't bear it.

The test isn't over, he hasn't scored yet, and he's done.

Not reconciled!

He looked back to the field.

Then Hu Lai appeared in the field of vision.

The kid was waving at him.

goodbye!

His mouth shape is this...

asshole!

Li Zhiqun clenched his fists and struggled excitedly.

Yan Yan, the deputy captain who supported him, quickly comforted him: "Okay, okay, I know you don't want to. But you are injured now, so go down, don't be brave..."

Li Zhiqun was depressed: Am I reluctant to compete? I want to go up and beat that bastard!

In the end, he still couldn't break free from Yan Yan's hands and was helped off the stage.

Sitting on the sidelines, Li Zhiqun stared blankly at Hu Lai, remembering what that kid said to him before the game.

Li Zhiqun, the game will be in a while, you are dangling here and not warming up, so you are not afraid of getting injured during the game?

I didn't expect to be hit by this kid, he was really hurt!

He wanted to play again, and went to Hu Lai to argue. As a result, just as he was about to get up, there was a pulling pain in the muscles at the base of his thighs, which made him grin his teeth and sit back down.

What did I do wrong, God you want to do this to me? !