Chapter 329 Bullfight
The photographer didn't get too close, so he couldn't hear what they were saying. They were wearing helmets, and Luo Jiu couldn't read their lips.
The three of them were extremely curious at the same time and really wanted to know what tactics Feng Qi had developed for them.
In fact, the scene was like this.
After everyone gathered, the coach spoke first, "There's one minute and twenty seconds left, and we're two points behind. What should we do?"
Yes, we don’t actually have professional coaches. Our coaches mainly play a styling role.
The coach is Sun Fang, the setter of the volleyball team. Since the volleyball game was over in the morning and she had nothing to do in the afternoon, she was asked to be the coach.
She had practiced rugby before and was familiar with the players on the rugby team.
Sun Fang is also the best learner among the athletes in the delegation. She has no problem communicating with the referee on the spot, knows the rules, and can call for timeouts or substitutions in time, but she can't help with anything else.
Our country has used up all the timeout opportunities, and now it is the US team's turn to call a timeout. In the last eighty seconds, the US team wants to hold on to the victory.
The coach of the US team was cheering them on like crazy, "Girls! Hang in there! Don't give up! Don't be intimidated by No. 13 (Fu Bao). I assure you, she is exhausted.
No. 16 (Feng Qi) doesn’t need to be afraid, she is just a substitute. Believe me, judging from her reaction, she can’t play rugby at all.”
The American player who had just been knocked over by Feng Qi had unfocused eyes and was lamenting in despair in his heart: Yes, she may not be able to play football, but she can beat people.
The coach continued to shout at the top of his lungs, "Eighty seconds! I just want you to hold on for eighty seconds and not let the other team score. Can you do it?"
"Yes!" The slogans were shouted loudly, but only they themselves knew how guilty they felt.
The Chinese team also gathered together in a similar manner.
The coach asked the question, and Feng Qi immediately asked, "What should we do? Can we win if we get three points?"
Sun Fang: "That's right, it doesn't have to be split evenly."
Luan Feng: "But to get three points, we have to run to that position. The bottom of the opponent's side is our scoring point."
Feng Qi: "Then we will copy their tactics. I will run out with the ball and throw it to Fubao. Fubao will run to that position before the countdown ends."
The ideal is very good. In order to avoid accidents, this tactic only requires two extremely capable people, Fu Bao and Feng Qi, to carry it out.
But Luan Feng still had to remind him: "This ball is related to the victory of the game, so there must be no mistakes!"
Fu Bao straightened his helmet and said, "We usually become the surprise in other people's lives. No one can bring us surprises."
Feng Qi nodded, "Get ready."
However, as soon as we started to move forward, we realized something was wrong.
The US team obviously adjusted its tactics. The eleven US players on the field did not follow the normal one-on-one defense, but were divided into three groups.
One group of five people, specializing in Feng Qi. The second group of five people, specializing in Fu Bao. The third group of one person, a free man, roaming support.
The American coach told his players not to be afraid of them, but in fact he was scared to death.
He has already determined that the last ball will definitely be played by the two of them. It is related to the outcome of the game, and the Chinese team will definitely not feel comfortable throwing the ball to other players.
It has to be one of the two, so just guard against both of them.
One-on-one, one-on-two, they are all unsustainable, what about one-on-five?
The American coach was like a gambler at this moment, placing a big bet.
The Chinese players looked at the American players who were eyeing them eagerly and quickly stood in front of Feng Qi.
At this moment, both sides were fighting a do-or-die battle. Feng Qi sensed from the eyes of the American players how tragic the next scene would be.
She patted Luan Feng and the others on the shoulders and said, "Get out of the way."
Luan Feng shook her head, "We will protect you. Even if they rush towards you, they will have to step over our bodies first."
Feng Qi chuckled, "If you try to hold on, you will definitely get hurt. I need you to play in the next game. For this ball, leave it to me and Fu Bao. Get out of the way."
The players retreated hesitantly. The commentator stood up excitedly and slapped the table. "Player No. 16 seems to want to face the attack of the US team alone. This is a crazy decision. What is she doing? This is impossible!"
Beep! The whistle sounded, the countdown board on the sidelines changed rapidly, and Feng Qi jumped out in one step.
Five American athletes rushed up immediately. Feng Qi dodged left and right nimbly, and hit the American athletes who were rushing towards her with her right shoulder. Facing the opponent who was attacking her head-on, she turned around and stuck close to the opponent's body, avoiding the opponent's attack in a flash.
In the circle of five people, Feng Qi shouted: "Fubao!"
Fubao had already rushed to the designated location and stretched out his hand.
Five American players surrounded her, like eagles waiting for their prey, eager to try.
Because she didn't have the ball at the moment, the American players couldn't do anything to her. Of course, without the ball, Fubao had no legal reason to attack them.
The six of them stood close to each other, squeezing together as if they were wearing the same pair of pants.
Fubao is now 178 cm tall, and the shortest of the American players surrounding her is 180 cm tall.
Feng Qi jumped up and threw the ball over with such force that the buzzing sound of the football cutting through the wind could be heard on the field.
Fubao quickly jumped up. With her strong jumping ability, even if the American player who was taller than her jumped at the same time as her, he could only reach the level of her shoulders.
This ball must not be missed. Fubao didn't care whose feet he stepped on when he fell down, and let them stand so close.
Feng Qi used all his strength in this shot. The moment Fubao received it, his palm slapped and his wrist went numb.
Fortunately, it was Fubao who took the baby. If someone else had taken the baby, his hand would have been broken.
Fubao held the ball with only one goal in mind and sprinted towards the opponent's baseline with all his strength.
The American coach shouted at the top of his lungs on the sidelines: "Stop her!"
There were still 38 seconds left, and all the players on the US team desperately tried to stop Fubao. They held hands, as if they were going to form a human meat net to trap Fubao tightly inside.
The people in the audience stood up involuntarily, and the tens of thousands of people in the audience were so nervous that they were silent.
Time seemed to have stood still.
As the reporters who followed closely entered the venue, they saw the American players in the venue swooping down one after another like hornets, forming an impenetrable human net that covered the sky and the sun, and it was unknown who was wrapped up in it.
At this moment, the hearts of the Chinese audience were also in their throats, wondering whether the people inside were safe. Time was passing quickly, and everyone was thinking that no one could break through such an encirclement.
But, she is a blessing.
Suddenly, this human net began to undergo abnormal changes, as if something inside was about to burst out.
The American players on the outermost edge suddenly fell down one after another with painful expressions like bricks on a dangerous wall.
No one knew what equipment collided, but everyone only heard a loud bang, and the human net collapsed instantly. The American players were thrown in all directions by the huge impact force, as if they had exploded.
Among the scattered human bodies, Fubao, holding a football, was like an Olympic goddess holding the sacred flame, rushing out from the ancient Temple of Hera in the form of a god.
Her eyes were determined and as fast as lightning, she dived into the scoring area and slammed the ball to the ground.
Beep! Scoreboard updated, 21:20.
The timer then changed to zero, and the ending whistle sounded loudly, awakening the people who were immersed in shock.
The audience was silent for a few seconds, then burst into deafening cheers.
In front of the TV, audiences all over the world watched this scene and were stunned for a long time.
Fubao took off his helmet and smiled relaxedly.
Not far away, Feng Qi walked over and hugged her tightly.
Team members ran over from all directions and lifted the two men up.
Reporters swarmed in but couldn't get close.
The American players all had painful expressions on their faces and struggled to get up from the ground.
Reporters caught up with the players of the US team and asked them how they, as a world-class team, viewed this sudden defeat.
The famous American player Claire shed tears in front of the camera, choking helplessly and saying: "She's like a bull fighter. We've tried our best, but we can't stop her."
At this time, the "bullfighter" was raising her arms high and celebrating the victory with her teammates.
The broadcast ends here and the camera cuts back to the award ceremony at the main venue.
Luo Jiu and the other two were already in tears as they watched the live broadcast. At this moment, the staff came to remind them to prepare for the award ceremony. Everyone wiped their tears, tidied their clothes, and prepared to go on stage.
The award-winning uniform is an original Chinese-style modified version specially designed by Ligong Garment Factory. It combines elements of modern military uniforms and ancient armor, with a stylish small lapel, a capable belt, and armor-like patterns. A cape is also specially made to match the clothes. The designer named the entire award-winning uniform "Coronation of the King."
Among the award-winning uniforms that are similar in various countries, my country's unique designs stand out and attract a lot of attention as soon as they appear.
The three of them stood on the podium in gorgeous costumes with great momentum. The eyes of the world were focused there. They raised their hands and greeted the world on behalf of their motherland.
The award presenter was an elderly man. Judging from the reactions of the people around him, he must be a highly respected and prestigious person.
Zhong Jialing asked quietly: "Is this Samaranch?"
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