Blue and White Society Chapter 3: Specify drop point

"It's amazing, magic ball, the scorpion is wagging its tail, you're showing off." The right back came late and could only shout 666.

Wang Xiong on the left also ran over and said excitedly: "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."

Speaking, 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, just 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.

When everyone was waiting for the goal kick, Mo Poor was full of doubts.

"It's not right, the first save may be a mistake, but the second save should definitely be scored. Why is the ball's landing so strange?"

Others thought he was wagging his tail like a scorpion, and just rightly rubbed the ball in front of him and hugged him.

But only he himself knows, this shouldn't be right.

How much and how hard it was rubbed, only he could feel it. The scorpion's tail wagging was almost a failure. As far as Zhang Xin's kick was concerned, the ball would change its trajectory, but it would definitely go into the goal.

But the fact is that the casual brushing of the side directly caused the football to fall lightly 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 swept his eyes across the court.

His field of vision is extremely wide, and he can find everyone's position at once.

I saw Han Dang, who was very 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's long pass landed not far from Han Dian's front, behind the opponent's defender, 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 over 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 a big foot was all about luck.

"Huh?"

I saw the football draw an exquisite arc in the air, and after one look at this arc, Mo Poor knew: Damn, this landing point is perfect!

I don't know if this kick was played too well, the football was about to land precisely on the point that Mo Poor wanted to pass.

"Great opportunity!"

Han Dang secretly thought that it was time for him to show off, the pass was too good, and the landing point happened to be where the defenders had no time to turn around, but he could rush straight to stop the ball.

Getting the ball in this position, the shooting angle is also excellent.

However, Han Dang jumped up to catch the ball with his chest, he let go of his strength, and then raised his foot 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 didn't bounce off 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 wrong, Han Dang's foot did not touch the ball, and directly touched the air.

When Han Dang was driven by inertia and ran 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 hammer himself to death.

Stopping the ball and swinging the air is a major mistake. If there is no such mistake, it may be scored at this moment, or at least it is an excellent shot opportunity.

If it was normal, he wouldn't be so annoyed, but he knew that Mo Poor passed the ball very 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.

With such an excellent pass, if he made no mistakes but scored, then the assists and goals he scored with Mo Poor across the court this time would be enough for him to graduate.

"Good shot, brother." Han Dang felt pity in his heart, clapped his hands twice, then stretched out his thumbs to Mo Poor, and praised 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, it's too bad.

Mo Poor had a wide view and saw Han Dang's stop just now.

Even though he couldn't see it clearly, he knew that with Han Dang's skills, 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 watching it.

"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 where I want to shoot?"

Such an absurd idea suddenly arises.

Mo Poor couldn't help but think this way, because after substituting this idea, he immediately recalled that it was the same when he made a save before.

He should have hit the ball out of the bottom line 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, and it happened. 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 rubbed and fell directly in front of his eyes.

Combined 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 It fell to the point that Mo Poor wanted to pass on.

"I can shoot wherever I want? The **** of football is possessed? No way?" Mo Poor couldn't believe it, and tried his best to try again.

There is no better way to test an idea than to put it into practice, if you don't know it before.

Now that I have an idea, just try a few more times, if it still works, it will explain the problem.

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The opportunity came quickly, and after only five minutes, the opponent's midfielder overwhelmed him.

Whether it is organizational ability or personal skills, their team is completely blown.

Opposing players can easily find opportunities and even create them.

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. Regarding this, Wang Xiong could only follow behind him.

Zhang Xin rushed into the penalty area with a rainbow-like momentum, his eyes widened, his expression ferocious, trying to intimidate the goalkeeper, trying to make the goalkeeper flustered.

But when Mo Poor was in primary school, he dared to chase wild dogs with firewood, catch snakes in the fields with his bare hands and fall to his death.

The ferocious expression on Zhang Xin's face was of a cute level, and Mo Poor's heart remained unmoved.

"Boom!" Seeing that Mo Qiong was stuck in an angle, Zhang Xin had no choice but to volley vigorously.

A powerful and heavy ball, even if Mo Poor catches it, 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 his trajectory.

As for whether to enter or fly 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.

"Boom!"

Mo Poor rushed forward, stretched his arms as hard as he could, and fiddled with the flying ball with his fingertips.

I saw that the ball seemed to be slapped by the palm, and it fell directly on the grass, and then bounced up.

Mo Poor knelt down on one knee and held him 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, and it didn't look like an amateur at all.

In Zhang Xin's eyes, Mo Qiongfei slammed the shot on the ground, 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 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 figured out 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.

Hearing 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."

"Okay, the super long-distance long pass before is also very good, but unfortunately the center has something to eat."

The students in the stands didn't think it was too dangerous to save the ball because of the different viewing angles.

I just 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 is already trembling with excitement at this moment.

"It's really like this... Isn't this a superpower?"

Others thought he had slapped the ball down, but only he knew that he had 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 coincidence, it can't be extraordinary performance.

He watched carefully. The moment he fiddled with the ball, the direction of the ball's flight 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 to fly obliquely to the dead corner of the goal or bounce to 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 will happen if you can specify the football landing point like "killing mechanics"?

He can directly shoot the ball into the dead corner of the opponent's goal from his own penalty area!

"No, calm down, this guy can't pretend."

"Let's leave it to the forwards 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.

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