"Let alone the fact that if you defend for a long time, you will lose, but even if the eight of us can really defend the Liao people's offensive with our skills, we can't win with defense alone." When Sun Tu gathered the eight team members together five days ago and asked After they described their strategies for this competition, Zhao Tianyao was the first to raise his doubts.
His performance was calm and cooperative enough. Even though he had to obey Sun Tu's orders as a dignified fourth-grade forbidden army general, he did not show dissatisfaction. After all, he knew that this was his only chance to atone for his sins. However, he couldn't help but express his opinion at this time. After all, the only prerequisite for him to obey orders was to win this Cuju competition.
Not only him, but also Li Sichang, Cen Tie, and even Lu Zhishen, who were willing to obey Sun Tu's orders, also looked suspicious, feeling that his arrangement was really unreasonable. Sun Tu met their doubtful eyes and smiled and said: "Of course we can't win by defending, so we have to attack. But the offense must be hidden in the defense. In the first two quarters, we didn't make any attacks to make the people of Liao feel angry." After being paralyzed, in the third quarter, as long as there is an opportunity, it is time for us to counterattack! When we find the opportunity, I will send a signal to you!" As he said, Sun Tu raised his hand and pointed forward with two index fingers: "This This is the signal to launch a counterattack."
Even Italian football, which has always been famous for its defense in later generations, is not only defensive. The key to allowing them to win the Hercules Cup repeatedly lies in the efficiency of their defensive counterattacks. Since Sun Tu was determined to follow suit, he would naturally apply this set of anti-counterattack tactics to his own team.
"Why do we have to wait until the third quarter to launch a counterattack? By that time, our physical strength has been exhausted. Even if we want to attack the Liaoren Longmen, we won't be able to get much points, right?" Zhao Tianyao still frowned.
"No matter how much we consume, we can't compare to the Liao people as the attacker, so it will be difficult for them to catch up with our attack. Moreover, we can also attack this attack strategically, with the most eye-catching Lu The eldest brother is the bait, but the real arrow is..." Sun Tu said, his eyes falling on the face of one of them.
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At this moment, Lu Zhishen on the court was running forward with all his strength after controlling Cuju. With his extraordinary strength and strong body, he knocked two Liao players who were trying to block his way and staggered them apart. However, the speed of forward motion has not slowed down at all.
Seeing him marching forward, all the Liao people were really panicked, and they immediately chased him with all their strength, shouting. But it is obvious that after the all-out attack in the first two quarters, the physical fitness of these people has dropped significantly. At this time, it is difficult to reach the highest speed, and it becomes very difficult to catch up with Lu Zhishen who is ahead.
Fortunately, they still have Xiao Bulu. As early as the second half of the first quarter, he was vaguely aware of some problems, so he always had reservations. At this time, his physical fitness was the best, so he immediately Chase with all your strength. After all, he had experienced Cuju training for several years before. In terms of running, he was naturally stronger than Lu Zhishen, who was bigger and heavier. When the opponent rushed to the dragon gate, he was still about ten feet away from the dragon gate. He had already chased after him without the slightest hesitation. It was a flying shovel that hit the ball at Lu Zhishen's feet. At the same time, those Liao people who were desperately trying to defend themselves had also surrounded them from the left and right, vowing to capture Lu Zhishen before he could take action.
His ball was broken.
When Lu Zhishen heard the movement behind him, he suddenly laughed, then paused and quickly turned around with the ball. This turn around was really clean and unexpected, and Xiao Shihu's inevitable shovel fell into the empty space.
But during this delay, other Liao players had quickly gathered around. With Lu Zhishen's kicking skills, it was a bit difficult to continue to steadily carry the ball forward from the siege of these people.
But he didn't show any signs of panic. He just turned his back to the goal and suddenly took off his feet and sent the ball sideways. After seeing him make this move, Xiao Duhu, who had just stopped the tackle, felt his heart skip a beat and shouted: "Don't give others a chance! Steal the ball!"
But it was already too late. While everyone's attention was on Lu Zhishen, a figure followed closely behind the Liao man. After calmly receiving the pass, he suddenly exerted force and thrust diagonally again. Rushing towards Longmen, it was Zhao Tianyao who caused the Liao people the most headache.
"Stop him!" Xiao Shi suddenly pressed the ground, his body bounced up, and then he quickly rushed towards the opponent. He had played against Zhao Tianyao five days ago, and he knew very well how fast this man dribbled the ball, and he must not be careless in the slightest.
But just as Xiao Duhu and the two players flew towards each other, Zhao Tianyao suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, pointed his toes, and the ball was lifted high by him and fell towards the other end of the court. And there, Yang Zhi, who was already ready to go, rushed out like a sharp arrow after taking Cuju. The angle he was at was the most suitable for shooting at the dragon gate, so he only managed to gain five feet. Feeling that he was already within his shooting range, he hurriedly calmed down before the Liao people who had been mobilized to make up for their defense were in place. Volley.
The high-quality football shoes of later generations allowed him to completely control the force on his feet, so that the entire Cuju would not deviate from the established track due to uneven strength. With the sound of wind, Cuju crossed the sky, and then easily got into the romantic eyes at the top of the dragon gate under the focused gaze of thousands of people in the arena!
One to zero!
Nearly halfway through the third quarter, the Song team, which had always been on the defensive side, launched the only offensive in today's game, and then easily tore through the Liao defense and sent Cuju into the goal!
Boom... The entire stadium was boiling at this moment. The Song audience, which had been suppressed for two and a half quarters, stood up and clapped their hands and applauded. The shouts went straight to the sky, making the people waiting outside stunned and unaware of the stadium. What kind of changes happened inside.
Even the princes Zhao Huan and Tong Guan, who had always shown themselves to be stable, had their faces glowing red at this time, clenching their fists, their faces full of smiles, and they said hello repeatedly.
Only those Liao people turned a little blue at this time and did not react for a long time. How can this be? How come the Song people, who were clearly passive, suddenly succeeded in counterattacking
Sun Tu and others who stayed behind to prevent the attack from succeeding also had expressions of surprise on their faces. Li Sichang and the others even looked at Sun Tu with admiration. The direction of this Cuju game really followed the arrangement of their captain, especially It is this virtual and real surprise move that reflects the beauty of the art of war.
No matter how both sides react, the score has changed anyway, and the score has changed.
After that, it was up to the Song people to kick off the game. This made the Liao people feel even more angry. They stared at Sun Tu who slowly came to the midfield and slowly passed the ball to his own team members. They wished they could immediately surround him and take the ball back.
In their view, the Song team, which had originally decided to focus on defense, would inevitably repeat its old tricks after taking the lead. After handing over the ball, it would use defense to consume the remaining time until it achieved the final victory. victory, so they were ready for an all-out attack.
But just as the twelve Liao players were taking it for granted, they were pressing forward, trying to get the ball as soon as possible. Li Sichang, who was controlling Cuju, suddenly turned around and burst out from the gap between the two defenders. He hit the ball hard with his kick and sent the ball as quickly as possible to the goal of the Liao people in front.
And at the same moment when he took off his feet, all the Song players, who were already lazily looking and seemed to have no intention of attacking, suddenly ran forward one by one. This was really beyond the expectations of the Liao people. It was not until several Song players passed by them and were already several positions ahead of them that they suddenly became aware of it, turned around and shouted, and hurried after them.
But at this time, their speed could no longer keep up with Sun Tu and others who were running at full strength.
The two and a half quarters of frenzied attack had already consumed a lot of their physical strength. Even in this winter month, these people's bodies were covered with sweat, soaking through their short game jerseys and sticking to their bodies, which affected their speed. In addition, they had just gone through the most intense defense, and their bodies were in a state of suppressed exhaustion, so the pace of pursuit seemed particularly heavy.
On the contrary, the situation of the Song people is much better. Just because of the good breathability of the jerseys and shorts they wear, their body reactions are not greatly affected. Moreover, despite the heavy consumption before, they still have a chance to breathe. At this time, running with all his strength, he quickly distanced himself from the Liao people.
Sun Tu rushed to the ball first and led it straight to the opponent's goal like lightning. Xiao Duhu, the only one who could block his way, used his flying shovel again, but Sun Tu easily dodged it. At the same time, he kicked the ball to the feet of Zhao Tianyao, who was no longer as fast as him.
The latter had a resolute look on his face, and he accelerated his sudden attack with the ball to the extreme. He flew to the goal in front of the goal like lightning, and with only a slight adjustment, he shot. At this time, the fastest Liao people who were actively returning to defense were still three feet away from him. They could do nothing except roaring unwillingly.
"Huh... shua!" The little Cuju got into Fengliu's eyes, and the score became two to zero in the blink of an eye!
At this time, the long incense on the sidelines had almost reached its end, and only a small red dot was still flickering in the wind. All the Liao players who discovered this fell down helplessly. The gap between two goals was not enough time to catch up.
They lost, and their defeat was even more embarrassing than the Song people five days ago. Not only did they lose to an opponent with fewer numbers than themselves, but they also lost by two goals.
The surrounding Song people could no longer control the ecstasy in their hearts and cheered loudly: "The Song Dynasty will win! The Song Dynasty will win!"
Amidst these cheers, the gongs sounded again, and today's second battle between Song and Liao finally came to an end...