Chapter 94

Rather than a match, this game was more like a show.

Despite the players on the field playing with great enthusiasm, all their actions were just for show, and when the game ended, both teams would have to attend the wedding banquet together. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain if anyone got injured.

However, while the game was a show, the score did not disappoint the fans.

After seventy minutes, the score was three to three, a result that pleased everyone, and it could be called a football feast.

According to Cai Jin's previous statement, the score should have been four to four, so this score was likely to change.

But, who would score the next goal?

Just as Liu Hao was about to take the field, the Zhongneng team scored their fourth goal first, indicating that they would not score again.

The score was now four to three, and it was the Chao Da team's turn to score. How would they score? Liu Hao was eager to see.

Would they be given a penalty kick? Or would a defender make a mistake? Or would the goalkeeper misjudge the direction?

Li Tie was very anxious, acting very realistically, walking back and forth on the sidelines and shouting at the players. Li Xiaopeng was no better, constantly giving defensive instructions to the defenders.

Li Tie's encouragement soon had a surprising effect, but it made Li Xiaopeng's defenders anxious.

As the saying goes, haste makes waste. The cunning Ling Zhenbang was brought down in the penalty area.

This was a clear and undeniable foul! Ling Zhenbang's right foot was clearly fouled, fortunately, the defender's cleats did not come up, or Ling Zhenbang would have been in pain for a while.

Penalty kick!

There was no objection to this penalty kick, except for the fouling defender, who was grabbing his head in frustration. Everyone else was tacitly in agreement, and no one really wanted to protest the referee and get a card...

Ling Zhenbang's footwork would definitely not miss this penalty kick, or the game would become more complicated.

The score was smoothly tied at four to four, completing the task. He let out a light sigh, feeling a bit embarrassed, hoping the game would end soon.

However, his wish did not come true. Soon after he scored the penalty, the Zhongneng team also got a good opportunity!

The Zhongneng team had a player, Liu Hao, who could kick free kicks almost as well as penalty kicks!

This ball... cannot be kicked. Liu Hao stood in front of the penalty area, hesitating.

If he kicked it, it would definitely go in.

If it didn't go in, people would say it was too fake.

What to do? Not scoring is also a mistake...

At this moment, he slowly bent down, gently pinched his right ankle with his right hand, then stood up straight again, and lightly shook his right foot, bending down again to pinch his ankle.

He frowned slightly...

Finally, he turned and beckoned to Mao Jianqing.

"Mao, you take this kick, my foot hurts!" A similar scene occurred again. Last time in the FA Cup, Liu Hao wanted Mao Jianqing to take the kick, but Mao Jianqing was too scared to do it. This time, Liu Hao asked Mao Jianqing to replace him.

However, the reasons were completely different. Last time, Liu Hao was worried about not scoring, but this time, he was worried about scoring...

If he scored, the score would become five to four. Even if he wanted to play it dirty, what if the ball went in anyway? So he called Mao Jianqing out again.

Mao Jianqing, of course, would not avoid it like last time. He understood very well.

He was very confident in his free kick skills. Out of ten kicks, he might not score one, but the probability of getting the ball in was still there. Kicking the ball out of bounds was quite simple, although he hated it, he could accept it for the sake of the game...

Besides, helping Brother Hao out of a tight spot was a good thing.

"I can kick it, but tonight when we go to sing KTV, you can't be the best man anymore."

"Why?"

"You know..." Mao Jianqing took the ball and gently placed it on the grass.

The whole stadium was in an uproar.

"It seems Liu Hao's foot has a problem. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given the kick to Mao Jianqing. If he took the kick, he would have at least an 80% chance of scoring." Duan Xuan, who had watched Liu Hao play many times, although he was not commentating on this game, he was a guest at the wedding and could not help but comment on the game.

"Ha ha..." Zhang Bin, sitting next to him, remained unusually silent, only chuckling, with a deep meaning. He was also a famous football commentator for CCTV, and it seemed he and Duan Xuan had different views on Liu Hao not taking the free kick.

Zhang Bin sighed inwardly. Duan Xuan, being younger, lacked a bit of insight. This ball clearly had something fishy about it, and he couldn't see it. How could he have stayed at CCTV for so long? Perhaps he needed to be like this guy to maintain his position...

Everyone says Duan Xuan is Huang Lao's disciple, but these two are completely different. The master is a big mouth, and the disciple is a small talker, very naive and innocent... The disciple is clearly at a higher level than the master.

Sigh, from the pre-game odds, the result of the game was already clear. Zhang Bin shook his head again in helplessness.

Whoosh!

The ball kicked by Mao Jianqing flew higher than the fireworks before the game, as if another round of fireworks was being set off.

Hehe! After kicking, he awkwardly touched his bald head. When had he ever kicked such a technically poor free kick?

Not far away, another bald man, Ling Zhenbang, smiled knowingly...

The game ended with a score of four to four.

Li Xiaopeng shook hands with Li Tie with a stern face, "Iron Plate, next time when we play at our home ground, there won't be a draw!"

"Haha, don't be upset. Let's have a few drinks tonight..." Li Tie's smile was the brightest, and he looked very satisfied.

"You won't be a match for me in drinking. I really want to turn you into an Iron Plate tonight!"

"Haha, then I'll turn you into a big bird, flying high in the sky..."

After a few more jokes, they almost walked into the players' tunnel arm in arm.

Liu Hao, however, was kept on the field by the reporters.

"Did you not take that free kick because your foot was injured?"

"Yes, I felt a bit uncomfortable with my toes."

"Toes? Not your ankle? I saw you touching your ankle."

"Yes, it might be that the shoes are a bit short. My right foot is a bit longer than my left, and this is a new model from Nike. I might not be used to it, and my ankle feels cramped..."

"Are you satisfied with the draw?"

"Hmm, to be honest, I'm not satisfied, especially with Mao Jianqing's poor footwork... However, a draw against the old team is not a bad result. Everyone did their best, and the result is not important..." Liu Hao teased Mao Jianqing, but he said it with a smile, so no one would take it seriously, right?