"Shhh-" The referee blew the whistle. Such a foul is too bad, a penalty kick!

Ye Yuhu took the penalty and the ball went in, one to zero!

Liao Xuebing almost wanted to throw the flying knife, and shouted and jumped on the sidelines: "You guys! The garbage that uses your asshole to eat! Is it good to use snacks? Is the ball thrown in just five minutes of the game? Do you want to be disabled for life?"

Li Qian felt a little aggrieved. He couldn't let go of his words in advance, and he was a little embarrassed when facing a group of students with unfinished breasts. Due to Bing Ge's tyranny, he didn't dare to say more and ran back to his position and stood there silently.

The students were overjoyed, and some screamed at Lao Liao, some took off their coats and waved them, and some shouted long live. The Black Super League players were covered in dust and did not dare to look up and look at them. Ye Yuhu was more thoughtful and observed Liao Xuebing's behavior coldly, thinking to himself: "Teacher Liao said that this was invited by him, and it should be his friend, but how could he scold them so much that he was so angry? The most important thing is that those people dare not talk back. It's really weird."

Li Qian and others were in a conflict, thinking of "reasonable" collision. These young men were afraid that they could not stand it for a while, so they wanted to play skills. They just got a threat by Bing Ge. Most of them were frightened and were not in a state. The most important thing was that Bing Ge looked at him. It would be strange if he made a mistake and was not beaten to death. And they were not sure whether Bing Ge wanted to humiliate his students or to motivate them.

If you play according to normal circumstances, this group of mobs composed of students can easily win by spending up to 20% of their strength.

After all, the Black Super League team member did not have such a good temper. The No. 10 Fang Lijia was tackled twice during the attack, but he couldn't start the situation for a long time, and his anger became stronger and stronger.

Liao Xuebing said he was a coach, but in fact he didn't know anything. When he saw the failure, he cursed and smiled when he saw the situation improve. It was all thanks to Li Qian's command and dispatch on the field, so that there was no bigger leak.

Murong Lanluo followed him and laughed and scolded with him.

"No. 7! Fight for the top! Why do you react so slowly!"

In fact, the situation No. 7 saw much clearer in the stadium than Liao Xuebing. When he was in a position, he was not only unable to compete for the top, but also undermined his teammates' offensive route. He could not help but smile bitterly when he heard Lao Liao's voice.

"No. 4! Why don't you break through quickly?"

No. 4 dribbled forward and encountered an encirclement. He wanted to pass the ball, but Lao Liao ordered another blindly.

"Li Qian, why are you still standing stupidly? Go up and grab the ball!"

Li Qian's position is crucial, forming a solid defense line with several other players, firmly guarding the impact of Ye Yuhu and others, grabbing the ball and someone else to do it. When Lao Liao shouted, he could no longer bear it and asked a substitute to substitute him. This was not a regular game, and Li Qianchao's referee signaled and came down.

"Li Qian! Why are you going to be in trouble without permission? Is it good to use snacks for life? " Liao Xuebing pretended to roll up his sleeves and walked towards him.

"Bing, Brother Bing..." Li Qian tried hard to recall how he should speak tactfully, regretting that he had studied too little and did not understand literary language back then, and said with a flattering smile: "Brother Bing, it's actually like this... I... I..." He stumbled for a long time but didn't say the words in full. Only when Liao Xuebing's face smiled stronger and stronger, he finally made up his mind and said loudly: "I, Brother Bing, you don't understand football!"

"Oh?" Liao Xuebing looked at Li Qian straight, and saw his vest sweating, then scratched his head and laughed: "Haha, let you see it. Let's break down the situation on the field for me, even if you make progress together!"

Li Qian felt a big stone in his heart, exhaled a long breath, and said to himself: "Fuck, it's really hard to say something." His breath calmed down and he was not so nervous. He pointed at the players running on the field and analyzed what the 442 formation is, what 351 formation is, and what kind of opponent should be used when facing. Or based on his players' forward and defender's abilities, he decided what formation is.

Then he explained the offside rules, the awareness of running, the importance of midfield control, how to surpass others, how to judge the opponent's intentions, and when should he use his foot to shovel people without letting the referee blow the whistle. He stuttered and did not express his meaning. Liao Xuebing was extremely clever, but he could understand it and slowly put away his underestimation.

"Look, the No. 10 of your class has passed through the midfield. Look, we have two players going up to defend and form a pincer attack. In this case, there is no need to go up the position I just stood, otherwise it will be easy to take advantage of loopholes."

Liao Xuebing Company nodded.

"Look, you really forced No. 10 to pass the ball back and destroy their attack. Kong Zesi began to start and took advantage of their passing and grabbed the ball. Kong Zesi was the No. 8 midfielder, and his speed was very fast. This time it was equivalent to a defensive counterattack. Look, someone was going to respond immediately. Football is a game with a lot of people, so it is important to cooperate." Li Qian said happily and shouted on the field: "Take them to death!"

Under his guidance, Liao Xuebing gradually gained his knowledge and touched his chin and said, "I think you are a little bit bound to your hands and feet and dare not attack? You can't always open the situation?"

Li Qian smiled and said with a pity: "Brother Bing, we are afraid that your student will be injured, so we only use one or two tenth of the skills."

Seeing that his students hit the Black Super team members, those team members dared not speak out, Liao Xuebing suddenly realized: "I understand, these little bastards are too arrogant. You can destroy their arrogance. It doesn't matter if you kick a few people. The important thing is that you can't let the referee judge punish you."

Li Qian had been looking forward to this, and was extremely excited when he heard this.

The forward of the Black Super League team, Fang Lijia, had just dribbled into the penalty area, and the opponent came over with a horizontal shovel. He couldn't dodge and got hit the ankle and fell heavily to the ground. He was about to get angry, but he saw Liao Xuebingmu watching with expressionless expression, so he had to swallow his anger and try to find the referee to reason, but the referee didn't see it at all.

Class 2 of Year 2 was shouting: "If you don't want to kick, get home, don't stay still!"

The Fang Li family has never played such a depressed ball in their entire life. Suddenly, they saw Li Qian quietly conveying something to the players closest to the sidelines. This sentence quickly spread throughout the Black Super League players, "Brother Bing said that you can use your true strength and kill them!" At the end, there was a sentence: "Just let them get a little bit of minor injuries artistically, don't go too far." Fang Li family rushed to their heads with passion: "Yes, kill them!"
Chapter completed!