Chapter 119 Real Technology

"How is it possible!" Yi Sicheng widened his eyes and exclaimed, looking at the football that hit the door beam, changed its course, flew upside down beside Lin Yi, and was stepped on by Lin Yi with one foot , in a daze, his face full of disbelief.

Lin Yi bent down, picked up a somewhat worn-out sneaker, and put it on.

At that moment just now, Lin Yi kicked the shoes under his feet directly, and hit the position below the football, which raised the height of the football a little, and hit it just above the door beam.

"Idiot, is this your real strength?" Lin Yi put on his shoes, took the ball, and walked towards Yisi City like walking in the courtyard.

"You...how could it be." Yi Sicheng's face was cloudy and uncertain, and the goal was obviously bound to be scored, but it was intercepted in mid-air!

Yi Sicheng, who has played football for so many years, has never seen such a situation.

"Stupid? Still can't believe it? A guy like you has been like a frog in a well all his life. He can't see the sky outside the well, so he thinks he has great ability." Lin Yi took the ball, from Yi Sicheng, who was still a little stiff, Walking beside him: "Yi Sicheng, you are just a complete piece of trash, it's best to realize this early."

Lin Yi took the ball and started attacking again.

This is a one-sided slaughter.

In the name of football, trample the opponent's dignity and everything under their feet!

"It's just a bunch of scum, in my eyes, you don't even deserve to exist!" Lin Yi continued to pass others, the football seemed to come alive under his feet, and every time he avoided the third class players with the most perfect angle.

Standing outside the penalty area again, Lin Yi lifted his foot and volleyed.

The football flew towards the goal, and the two defenders gritted their teeth suddenly, and threw themselves at the football, plus the goalkeeper.

The ball was bounced beyond the boundary line.

"Corner kick!" The referee whistled.

Yi Sicheng from class three ran over with a cold face.

He felt that the goal just now was just a coincidence, how could the whole team not be able to fight against Lin Yi alone!

"Later, you all return to the defense with all your strength. When you get the ball, pass it to me. I will go to the front." Yi Sicheng looked at his teammates and gave orders: "He is only one person. We have an absolute advantage in terms of physical strength. There is no need to use it." disadvantages against Lin Yi's advantages."

"I'll get the ball later, all of you will stop him." Yi Sicheng looked at Lin Yi coldly.

Lin Yi took the ball and stood in the corner.

corner kick.

But Lin Yi, who was alone on the field, was destined to fail to hit the ball.

"Lin Yi, I will make you lose badly!" Yi Sicheng's eyes were like an angry lion.

After intercepting the ball, he was ready to rush to the goal of class seven again.

This time, Yi Sicheng decided not to send the football into the opponent's goal himself!

No mistakes are allowed!

"Kick-off, Lin Yi!" Yi Sicheng looked at Lin Yi's lack of action, and sneered in his heart: "One person's corner kick is just given to us, I want to see what else you can do It’s such an unexpected move.”

Lin Yi placed the football in the corner without haste, then slowly backed away, looked at the football calmly, then raised his eyes, looking in the direction of the goal.

In front of the goal, beside the corner line, there are players from class seven.

"This ball must have been directed to class seven. From this angle, Lin Yi has no one else to pass the ball to. It's a pity."

"Yeah, the surrounding area is so tight, the ball can only be handed over to others, and maybe the third class can grasp this point, then as long as the ball is continuously blocked from the bottom line, Lin Yi will never get it It's the ball." A boy shook his head slightly: "Sure enough, it's too unreliable for one person to play an entire team. If Zidal came, he would not be able to complete such a move.

It's a pity, if Lin Yi is willing to cooperate with his teammates in his class, maybe Class Seven still has the possibility of winning. "

The entire stand looked at Lin Yi at this moment with a bit of pity.

Although Lin also showed enough amazing skills, but at this moment, the disadvantages of a person's football are fully displayed.

Because you have no way to drive the ball, you can only hand the ball over and over again.

However, Lin Yi didn't panic at all, he took a few steps back slowly.

"What is he going to do? Looking at this posture, is he going to kick his feet?" Someone asked curiously.

"I don't know, maybe he wants to drive the ball to the opposite side, out of the ball boundary of the opposite side, and let the opponent make free throws. In this way, he can buy a little time and return to his own half." Someone speculated: " This is also Lin Yi's best choice, otherwise, in the current situation, he would not even have time to return to defense."

"This is..." Piddle slowly stood up, took two steps forward, stood in front of the railing in front of the rostrum, stretched out his hand, held the railing tightly, and looked into the distance, his eyes fell on the boundary line of the goal of the third class The position of the corner kick.

There, Lin Yi stood where he was, silent for a long time, as if something was brewing.

"Coach Piddle, what's the matter with you." Zhang Chunshui's face was a little ugly. Lin Yi's amazing performance just now made Yi Sicheng, who was outstanding in the first half, look a little pale by comparison.

When did Class 7 have such a monster!

Zhang Chunshui cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

At this moment, when he saw Piddle, who had just been sitting on the chair, he stood up suddenly, which startled him.

At most, Piddle just praised Lin Yi repeatedly, but at least he maintained the reserve of an international coach and did not show too much excitement.

But at this moment, Zhang Chunshui got up and stood beside Piddle, and found that his palms were tightly grasping the guardrail, his whole body was even trembling, and his face was devout, as if he was waiting for some sacred moment to come.

What is he waiting for?

Is it possible that the situation on the scene can change?

Zhang Chunshui was slightly startled. Looking over, Lin Yi was surrounded by people from the inner three floors and the outer three floors. Moreover, Lin Yi had no teammates to respond.

In this case, unless Lin Yi can fly, it is possible to take the football out, otherwise, he has to hand the ball to the third class.

As for the third class who took the ball, could five or six people not be able to stop Lin Yi and give Yi Sicheng time to shoot?

Perhaps Lin Yi himself is good enough, but football, after all, is a team game.

But Zhang Chunshui didn't know why, seeing Piddle's excited look beside him, he always had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.

"Could it be that one." Piddle muttered to himself, his eyes were brilliant, and he looked at Lin Yi with passion.

At this time, Lin Yi, who had been silent for a long time, slowly raised his head.

His eyes were far-reaching, with a bit of inexplicable playfulness, he looked at the human wall blocking him, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I'll give you time to set up the human wall, so now, let you know what is, the real Technology!"