After two quarters of high-intensity running and confrontation, the twelve Song players who took the field again were a little slow in their steps and breathing quite heavily. However, their spirits are still full, and when they look at the Liao people who are also stepping onto the field, their eyes are full of belief in victory. After all, they are already four goals ahead. With only one quarter left, can the opponent turn the world upside down
The gong sounded, and this time the Liao people, who were still in control of the ball at the end of the previous quarter, attacked first. With only a few passes, the Cuju was quickly passed by them across the half court, and then the five Liao people moved towards the Song people at full speed. He ran away from the dragon gate, but the Cuju was still at the feet of someone behind him.
Just when everyone was a little surprised, Cen Tie, who was the best at defense, had noticed something was wrong and shouted quickly: "Quick! Keep an eye on these Liao people!" While speaking, he set an example and moved towards the one closest to him. The Liao players rushed over and tried to stop him.
But after the other party saw his slightly sluggish steps, a disdainful sneer suddenly appeared on his face. He swayed from side to side, and at the moment when his center of gravity was swaying, he lowered his head and turned from his right side. Forced prominence. Cen Tie only felt his eyes blur, and the other party was behind him. At the same time, from the corner of his eye, he also caught a glimpse of a black shadow passing over his head and falling behind him, which made his heart tighten even more: "No. good!"
But the physical fatigue made Cen Tie's movements much slower. As soon as he turned around, the opponent was already charging forward towards the dragon gate. Even Cen Tie, who had the strongest physical strength among the Song players, could not keep up with the speed of the Liao players. Naturally, the others were unable to stop the opponent's offensive. In just the blink of an eye, three Liao players had easily broken through the defense. After a pass, The Liao man who was standing in front of the dragon gate started to shoot. His Cuju moves were very fast, and he had penetrated Fengliu's eyes with a swish. The accuracy of this kick seemed to be much better than before.
All the people from Song Dynasty inside and outside the stadium were stunned, and they couldn't recover from this incident for a long time. Just after kick-off, the Liao people quickly regained a victory? However, after taking a look at the scoreboard over there, everyone felt a little more reassured. The opponent was probably just lucky, and we still had a three-goal advantage.
However, the psychological comfort of these people was quickly broken soon after. After the next kick-off, the Liao people's offensive was even more fierce than before. Their speed and confrontation were even faster than in the first two quarters, while the Song people The team members were obviously at the end of their strength. Even if they tried their best to defend, they still couldn't block their path, let alone intercept Cuju and launch a counterattack.
So under everyone's anxious gaze, the Liao people unexpectedly scored two goals in a row. At this time, the incense stick was not even half burned, but the score between the two sides had become four to five!
"How could this happen?" Many viewers were dumbfounded and shouted their questions, but no one could give an answer. Zhao Ji and the ministers on the high platform over there also looked solemn, and the joyful look just now had long been gone. Especially Tong Guan, who could no longer sit still at this time, immediately walked off the stage, waved to the official who arranged the battle over there, waited for him to come over and asked with a sullen face: "How come our people have become so weak?" ? If you are really defeated at the hands of the Liao people, your guilt will not be light."
The official's face was already soaked with sweat. At this time, he wiped the sweat with his sleeve and supported himself.
I said: "Forgive me, Captain Tong. It's true that everyone fought too hard just now, and now they are all exhausted, so..."
"I don't care, we must not lose in this Cuju game. You should quickly find a way to reverse the situation." Tong Guan said with a straight face: "Why don't we change people, and put in some strong ones!"
"Okay... okay." The official did not dare to tell Tong Guan that although the Cuju competition allowed substitutions, there were restrictions. Only two people could be substituted in one session. Moreover, the twelve people on the field now are Cuju masters carefully selected from the army. It is hard to say how useful the substitutes who stay on the sidelines can be.
And more importantly, substitutions can only be made when the game is suspended. They can't stop the Liao people's offensive, right? But now he can only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor. Once the Liao people's offensive stops, he will have to arrange substitutions.
The speed of the Song people could no longer keep up with the Liao people. Even though they had subconsciously retreated to defend and wanted to hold on to the last goal, they were still penetrated by the two Liao people with their speed, and then one of them One person swung his kick and shot the ball straight to the goal.
"No..." Many spectators shouted almost as soon as the ball was kicked up. Once the ball was kicked in, the score would become five to five, and all the previous efforts would be in vain.
"Bang!" It seemed that the prayers of so many people really had an effect. The ball was slightly deflected and only hit the edge of Fengliu's eye, and then bounced downwards by the wooden board. This made my heart skip a beat. Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, there is still a chance!
But at the moment when the ball fell back to the ground, before anyone could make a further reaction, another Liao man had already rushed over. Without any hesitation or pause, he kicked Cuju again with a forceful kick on his foot. Kick high and shoot at the goal!
But this time, the Song Dynasty's Longmen did not have such good luck. With just one click, the ball quickly entered the hole and scored!
For an instant, the breaths of thousands of people on the field seemed to freeze. Everyone looked in the direction of Longmen with disbelief. In addition to shock, their faces were more confused. How could it be like this
Even the Song players on the court didn't know what to do. They watched blankly as the ball fell again, and watched as the Liao players picked up the ball and put it back to the midfield position...
"No, defense, you must guard against this ball!" Zhao Tianyao finally recovered from the disappointment just now, roared urgently, and rushed towards the Liao people desperately. Several other people also quickly came to their senses. Yes, the game is not over yet, and the main offensive power is at the feet of the Liao people. Once they score another goal, then they and others will be really defeated!
At this moment, everyone held their breath, watching the twenty-four people on the field fighting with all their strength, watching the little Cuju jumping back and forth among dozens of feet, or flying close to the ground, or flying high. Since then, no one knows where the ball will end up.
Suddenly, Cen Tie, who was running at full speed, made a sudden leap and kicked the ball to the side and forward before the Liao man touched it. However, he himself had already hit the ground heavily. But he didn't care about the pain in his body at all. He looked in that direction and shouted: "Brother Sichang..."
Li Sichang did not live up to his expectations. At this moment, he suddenly
Ran dodged out of the close defense of the two Liao men, picked up Cuju with one kick, and ran forward quickly, directly inserting into the opponent's empty defense line.
But after all, he didn't have much physical strength left. After running at full strength for seven or eight feet, his speed slowed down and the two Liao people who were chasing after him with all their strength caught up. Seeing their two feet flying towards each other at the same time, Li Sichang didn't hesitate at all and quickly threw the ball forward: "Old Zhao, it's up to you!"
Zhao Tianyao was still very fast even at this time. He arrived first, and more than three Liao people who had returned to defend arrived in front of Cuju, and then took it off at high speed, rushing towards the dragon gate which was still five feet away. go.
The Liao people had already learned about his speed and footwork, and they quickly tried their best to catch up and block him. But once Zhao Tianyao ran at full strength, how could these people catch up with his speed? So in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides widened, and he had already arrived in front of the dragon gate, ready to shoot.
But at this moment, his foot suddenly made a stroke. In a staggering moment, this foot failed to bring any power. He only sent the ball forward, but it did not allow it to fly high at all. At the same time, his body also lost control because of this, and he fell to the ground in front of the dragon gate with his mouth full of mud in a rather embarrassed manner.
When Zhao Tianyao struggled to get up again, a Liao man quickly ran past him, turned around, and kicked the Cuju backward with his big foot. The only offensive organized by the Song Dynasty in this quarter collapsed in this way, which made the spectators at the edge of the field who had already raised their fists let out a long sigh.
But the game did not end there. After the Cuju flew a long distance, it was accurately caught by a Liao man. The man quickly rushed forward with the ball. After seeing a Song man stepping forward to block it, he decisively Cross the ball so that it continues towards the goal under the control of another teammate.
But at this time, because they wanted to support Zhao Tianyao and the others, the defensive formation that the Song people had just put up was already full of flaws, allowing the opponent to easily pass through the defense line and bring the ball to the goal.
"No..." Cen Tie limped and tried to save, but it was too late. The opponent shot decisively, and the Cuju shot up into the sky like a rainbow, and then hit Feng Liu's eyes squarely.
"Pa..." The long incense suddenly burned out and broke, and the last quarter of this game finally came to an end.
"Bang!" Cuju rolled slightly in the net bag and then landed again.
The sounds of these two things were extremely soft, and it was impossible for anyone to hear them in this venue with thousands of people. But at this moment, it seemed that everyone heard the small sound, and everyone's face turned pale, because everyone knew what it meant.
The Song Dynasty actually lost to the Liao people in Cuju, which they were best at on their home court!
"Bang bang..." The gong sounded suddenly, and no matter how reluctant it was, it could only declare that the game was over.
The final result of this Cuju competition was that the Liao people beat the Song Dynasty six to five, and they won!
The twelve Song players on the field fell to the ground almost at the same time. Some were confused, some were crying, and some were beating their chests and feet... But no matter what expressions they made or what their moods were, they could not change this established fact.
The Song people were defeated!