In the 37th minute of the first half, the Corsairs played a quick and beautiful combination in the middle.
Pirates' captain No. 10 Albert used his body to push away Boll who was defending him, and accelerated directly to the right area 30 meters from the front field to receive the side pass from his teammate.
The ball landed right behind the Bucks Steelhorns' weakest left back! Bol chased Albert in a panic, and the temporary worker also turned around and chased the ball.
But both of them were a beat slower than Albert in their awareness, half a beat slower in turning around, and half a beat slower in starting to accelerate.
When they really started running, Albert had already penetrated the left side defense of the Bucks Steel Horns like a red arrow! The Manchester students at the scene cheered wildly!
Seeing that Albert was about to get the ball first, the temporary worker tried his best to chase him, even committing a foul and reaching out to grab Albert's jersey!
But, I couldn’t catch it!
Albert suddenly stopped and changed lanes, shaking off the temporary worker!
Then, before Paul and Rusty rushed over to intercept, Albert calmly kicked the ball into the penalty area! The Corsair striker, who had been lying in ambush in the penalty area, pushed away the painter who was pulling him, and shot the ball into the near corner of the goal after receiving it! The goalkeeper Tyrannosaurus roared and lay down to save the ball! The football slipped from the front of his fingertips and rolled into the net!
The ball went in! The referee raised his hand to the center circle and blew the whistle to indicate that the goal was valid! The Corsairs beat the Bucks 1:0! The Manchester students at the scene were immediately excited, waving their arms and shouting wildly! The female cheerleaders on the sidelines were shaking their breasts, lifting their legs and twisting their buttocks!
The players of the Corsair team happily gathered together to celebrate, but Albert, who was the biggest contributor to this goal, shrugged his shoulders and ran to his teammates and shouted, "No need to celebrate, this game is even easier than the team training match. It's so cheap to celebrate such a simple goal."
"Haha! The captain is right!"
"Don't celebrate. It's really cheap to celebrate after playing football with country bumpkins!"
"It's these Southern rubes who should celebrate, after all, we gave them a free lesson!"
The members of the pirate ship all laughed arrogantly.
All the Bucks Steelers players clenched their fists and their eyes were red.
Such humiliation is unbearable for the players on the field, not even the players on the bench!
"Lights~lights, lights, lights~"
A large number of bubbles fell on the bench, most of which were ordinary white bubbles. Under the feet of Coach Carter and the sissy, blue skill bubbles fell.
Gu Ran tried hard to calm his anger and shifted his attention to picking up the bubbles.
Today, there is only one pickup progress left, so you must choose carefully.
Carter's skill bubble might be tactical.
The skill bubble of the sissy may be related to long-range heavy artillery shooting.
In theory, it seems better to pick up the sissy's bubbles.
but……
Gu Ran has no use for the long-range shooting skill for the time being.
After all, even if he could play, Gu Ran would only be a left-back and would have almost no right to shoot.
What's more, there may not be a suitable time to use the +1 heavy artillery long-range shot. Even if it is used forcibly, the +1 level will definitely not reach the passing line.
If I could play...
Gu Ran fixed his eyes on Albert who looked arrogant on the field.
If you can play on the field, Albert's blue skill bubble is the best choice!
Gu Ran took a deep breath and ignored all the bubbles within a five-meter radius around him.
If Gu Ran's guess was correct, he would definitely have a chance to play in the second half! On the green field, the first half of the game continued.
The Buccaneers, who were already leading by one goal, repeatedly launched attacks on the left side of the Bucks Steelhorns.
The left side of the Bucks Steelhorns was almost beaten into a sieve.
Albert shook off Boll, who could no longer run, and dribbled the ball directly into the Bucks' penalty area.
The other two forwards of the Corsairs responded, one went to the middle and the other went to the back point.
In the Bucks Steelhorns' penalty area, a three-on-two situation was formed! Goalkeeper Tyrannosaurus roared and prepared to save the ball, Rusty rushed up to press Albert, and the Painter defended the most dangerous midfielder.
Albert's best option is to pass the ball to the back post.
However, Albert continued to cut inside, and before the rusty stripes could rush over, he kicked the ball low into the goal!
Tyrannosaurus Rex is very tall, which gives it an advantage in defending high balls, but it is at a big disadvantage in defending ground balls!
The Tyrannosaurus Rex was standing closer to the back point, and the ball was hit at the front point. The Tyrannosaurus Rex could only stretch its legs to block it desperately -
The legs are long enough, but they move slowly.
The football goes into the net!
The referee blew the whistle and pointed to the center circle, indicating that the goal was valid! Corsair 2:0 Bucks Steelhorns! The Manchester students at the scene celebrated like crazy, and a few boys even opened a bottle of champagne and happily sprayed it on their cheerleaders! The students in the stands were all having fun, and everyone was celebrating! Albert, who scored the goal, stood proudly in front of his main stand, stretched out his arms, and accepted the worship and cheers of all Manchester students! The head coach of the Corsair team looked relaxed and proud. Leading by two goals in the first half, the overall situation was basically decided.
After 3 minutes of injury time, the first half ended.
The players of the Bucks Steelhorns returned to the visiting team's locker room dejectedly.
The game was so bad in the first half that no one dared to speak. Everyone was mentally prepared to be scolded by Coach Carter.
Coach Carter walked into the locker room with the technical statistics of the first half, making the already depressing atmosphere in the locker room even more depressing.
"I'll read out some of the key technical statistics for you in the first half."
"In terms of ball possession, we had 25% and the opponent had 75%."
"Our pass success rate is 45% and the opponent's is 72%."
The team members lowered their heads in shame.
"We had 3 shots, and the opponent had 14."
The team members lowered their heads in even greater shame.
"We had 1 shot on target, while the opponent had 8."
"Number of hits: ours was 0, the other side's was 2..."
The team members wanted to dig a hole on the spot and bury themselves in it.
Coach Carter remained expressionless as he continued reading:
"In the first half, except for Bread who scored 6 points, everyone else's scores were below 6 points."
"The best performer in the first half was that bastard Albert on the opposite side. His rating is currently 7.8 points. He had 3 shots on target, 1 of which was a goal, the highest in the game. He attempted to dribble past the defense 11 times, the highest in the game. He succeeded in dribbling past the defense 6 times, the highest in the game. He touched the ball 41 times and made 22 passes, the highest in the game. His pass success rate was 85%, the highest in the game. He made 5 lethal passes, the highest in the game. He had 9 confrontations, 7 of which were successful. He lost the ball 4 times and was fouled 5 times..."
At this point, Coach Carter suddenly chuckled and threw the first-half technical statistics to the ground. "These data are all bullshit - what I want to say is that you played well in the first half and basically completed my tactical arrangement."
The players in the locker room were all dumbfounded.
We were outplayed by the opponent in the first half! Only one player on the team scored more than 6 points! We were still trailing 2:0!!!
How can this be called a good kick?
At this time, the coach should have been furious and even gave everyone a shovel to dig out his grandmother and use her to play football, which would be in line with his image as a filial son...
Is the coach going crazy? (End of this chapter)