Chapter 28

He Xiaoling spoke in Chinese, and although Alihan had been in China for a few years, he naturally didn't understand such profound Chinese, so only Lai Yuxin heard it clearly.

Moreover, when He Xiaoling spoke, she didn't show any signs of agitation, so Lai Yuxin couldn't react on the spot.

However, her wounded heart still throbbed, unable to calm down.

Had she gone too far this time? Could her behavior even be described as childish?

Finding someone who can't play soccer to compete against He Xiaoling, was it really a joke?

"Look, I told you. It's been less than a minute, and the other side has already equalized. The attack started with Xiao Pang because he can't defend at all, so the team's first line of defense was easily broken. If he had made even one interception, the result might have been different."

Alihan's comments were not excessive; this was the most basic requirement for a player. How could someone who doesn't even want to move play soccer? Even as an amateur, it wouldn't work. Playing golf might be more suitable...

But Liu Hao wasn't unwilling to move; he just lacked the strength. Just as he was about to stretch his leg, the other person would accelerate to the fifth gear and pass by, leaving no trace.

He was a professional!

Such scenes occurred at least ten times in the first thirty minutes of the first half. The other side had clearly identified that this guy couldn't play soccer, or rather, couldn't defend.

So, although Liu Hao's free kick earlier amazed everyone, his zero defense as a right winger led to the other side scoring five consecutive goals. Soon, people forgot about his goal and concluded that he was a complete novice, a joke!

If you were the coach, would you use such a player? Impossible.

Who is Alihan? He is an internationally renowned football player and coach.

So, his judgment was correct. He gave a negative answer a few minutes ago, unwilling to make an international joke.

Lai Yuxin had already left Alihan's side and sat alone on the grass, her eyes filled with a hint of resentment and pity. He Xiaoling's words were still echoing in her mind, causing her heart to ache.

Poor woman...

After struggling in her heart for a long time, she finally looked up at the field.

Liu Hao hadn't been substituted yet. He stood with Liang Zhao, whispering something close to his ear.

The ball was in a dead state, and it seemed that the youth team, which had been thoroughly defeated, had gained another free kick.

However, the position was worse than where Liu Hao had taken his shot. It was almost on the right boundary, just two or three meters from the corner flag, almost like a corner kick.

Liu Hao volunteered to talk to Liang Zhao about taking the free kick.

He wanted to take it, but he himself felt a bit shameless.

Liang Zhao was also surprised. Although this guy had scored a goal earlier, did he really want to take this free kick from such a position?

This was a free kick he had fought hard to earn.

Liang Zhao had a large bloodstain on his forehead from being pushed to the ground and his head scraping against the grass.

Damn artificial turf, it's just plastic. Once it rubs against human skin, it easily heats up and causes abrasions.

These damn foreigners were really too strong, even in fouls. They didn't care about the rules, just knocking people down.

The youth team had only been elated for five minutes after Liu Hao's goal. After that, they were completely dominated by the foreigners.

"Stand at the left corner of the small penalty area, don't run around, just wait for a header."

"Okay..." Sweat from his forehead seeped into the wound, causing Liang Zhao to feel a stinging pain. He didn't believe it. Standing still in that position, waiting for a header like a rabbit waiting for a hare? Could this uncle really do it? Even a precision missile might not be that accurate, do you think he has a scope?

"Do you not want to score? Did you want your teammates to waste this hard-earned free kick? Trust me, I can make you score." Liu Hao patted his shoulder like an older brother, encouraging him. Liang Zhao finally walked into the penalty area half-believing, half-doubting, preparing to stand at the corner of the small penalty area as Liu Hao said.

"Little Zhao actually gave up this ball, that's rare." Du Zhenyu smiled awkwardly. "Are they going to perform a free kick combination? Those foreigners are really too tall. This ball will probably be headed away as soon as it reaches the penalty area. Little Zhao won't even touch the ball, let alone choosing to attack the far post?!"

"Maybe the foreigners think he's going for the near post? Everyone is crowded at the near post, who knows?" Yu Genwei also smiled, but his eyes were fixed on Liu Hao, seemingly having some expectations.

The penalty area was packed with players. Even with five youth team players, their height couldn't compare to the foreigners. Four were at the near post, and only Liang Zhao was at the far post.

All five were tightly pressed. Liang Zhao immediately realized the absurdity. Damn, it's impossible!

The guy in front of him was almost 1.9 meters tall, and his horizontal distance was almost twice his own... How could he possibly get the ball?

At the moment Liu Hao kicked the ball, he also regretted it. How could he not have thought that the other side would also defend? Even if the ball arrived precisely at Liang Zhao's feet, he still wouldn't be able to get it...

They were all right, and the ball was obedient.

Damn! I'll give it a try! Liang Zhao saw the ball coming and used all his strength to push against the guy in front of him.

I can't... push him!

The ball really hit the other guy's head!

So accurate... Liang Zhao sighed, helplessly watching the ball fly out of bounds, missing this opportunity.

Uncle really didn't deceive me; the ball really came as promised. But to get the ball, you can't just stand there!

The quick-witted Liang Zhao didn't get depressed over this missed opportunity but quickly ran to the corner flag.

He wanted to talk to Liu Hao again.

This time, it was Liang Zhao's turn to whisper in Liu Hao's ear.

"Uncle, when you take the corner kick, send the ball directly to the far post, one meter back, high! Start running when I do."

Liu Hao nodded.

Then Liang Zhao ran back to the penalty area, gathered the four teammates who were competing for the ball, and gave each of them instructions.

This corner kick tactic seemed similar to the previous free kick tactic.

The four youth team players still went for the near post, but their positions were even more forward.

Liang Zhao, however, stood on the line in the middle of the penalty area. This position was far from the goal, so the defender didn't come out to mark him, just standing in front of him. The defender looked very confident because he had a significant height advantage.

This was what Liang Zhao wanted, so he deliberately took a half-step back.

But just as he took a step back, his right foot suddenly pushed against the grass, and he accelerated suddenly, his body tilting to the right. In a flash, he changed direction to the left, heading straight for the far post.

The defender, who was standing confidently in front of the penalty area, couldn't react in time and couldn't keep up with Liang Zhao's speed.

However, Liu Hao's corner kick was slightly delayed...

Liang Zhao reached his position, but the ball hadn't arrived yet!

When the ball arrived, it was caught by the goalkeeper!

The far post was wide open, with only Liang Zhao, but the goalkeeper had a clear view.

In the air, feet can never match hands.

The goalkeeper caught the ball steadily, completely stifling Liang Zhao's goal opportunity.

"Good idea... but not enough! Or maybe, it's a bit too complicated." Yu Genwei still smiled faintly, but he looked satisfied.

(Today was very busy with some personal matters, and I didn't even touch the computer, so the update is late.)

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