During the intermission, the audience was also talking, almost all supporting Zhenhai Yihua. Yihua is an old strong team in Zhenhai City after all, with so many stars in the font there, and it is not surprising that it is so popular.

Kong Shujie, Meng Xing'er, Shangguan Ning and Xia Yuechan lined up in one line. Xia Yuechan obviously had no interest in the game. First, he was invited, and second, he knew that the boss of this team was like this, so he came to take a look. Although he didn't understand, he also knew that Zhang Yu lost at the moment.

Kong Shujie looked at Meng Xing'er with a smile and said, "Your Yihua's performance today is average. I sent all the main players and only played 2-by-O. It seems that we will win next week's derby."

"This is just a warm-up match. What should I do if I play so seriously? Just win a few things, and there is no need to let my opponents lose so ugly." Meng Xing'er also knew that she did not meet her expectations. According to the original plan, all the main players in the first half were played, playing 4-to-o, and directly killing the suspense of the game. The substitute in the second half was done.

"I don't think that's the case. You didn't treat this game as a warm-up. You wanted to get an ugly score. Unfortunately, the Taoist temple team is tenacious enough. Although the skills and tactics are not good, they will drag you down with hard work." Kong Shujie was still a discerning person and could see the tricks.

"There are many teams that can run, so you must have skills. They have no structure at all and don't know what to play. It's a dream to win based on this. Besides, aren't they tired of running like this? By the second half, they will definitely lose miserably." Meng Xing'er said confidently.

"I don't think so." Shangguan Ning suddenly said.

"What does it mean?" Meng Xing'er smiled and looked at Shangguan Ning.

"I don't know much about football, but I can also see that the Wudang Daoguan football team played indiscriminately, like a piece of loose sand. However, they were full of fighting spirit and were very active in running. If I guessed well, the second half would be the real decisive battle. It is still unknown who will win." Shangguan Ningping said quietly.

"On the football field, running only accounts for a small part of the team that cannot be killed. We have seen teams that can run in the first half, but it will be useless in the later stages. No one can run like this for 90 minutes. We lead two goals, and we only need a steady defensive counterattack, which is enough to win." Meng Xing'er looked confident.

"Then let's take a look. I am a Taoist priest, so I naturally have to support our Taoist football team." Shangguan Ning said with a smile.

After a while, the players of the two teams came out of the locker room and returned to the field.

Immediately afterwards, someone said on the radio: "Zhenhai Guangming Wudang Daoguan Football Team Substitution. No. 12 Wu Liang got off, No. 22 Li Zhongbin got on; No. 15 Gao Xiaofeng got off, No. 27 Zhou Guotao got off."

"I just switch two in the second half, I'm going to fight. Where are these two? I don't know, I don't know much about this team. Look, they are tall, they are high centers. What's the way to play? They are two high centers all at once. Isn't the two niggers the centers the first, and there are four. What's the four center tactics? Play basketball?"

The fans on the sidelines were immediately confused. Those who know the ball knew that the high and large people were slow, which was simply delaying the offense.

The original formation of the Zhenhai Wudang Daoguan football team was 442, two nigger forwards broke forward, and one nigger was the midfielder. Now the lineup is changed, no one can understand, it is simply nonsense.

Meng Xing'er in the stands saw two big men playing against her opponent, and couldn't help but laugh as she leaned forward and closed her arms, "Hahahahaha"

Her laughter was as pleasant as a silver bell, and she said, "There are also people who are deploying troops in such a hurry to counterattack, it is not the time. Now it seems that this Daoguan football team is not only not good at players, but also the coach is a good hammer."

Kong Shujie smiled and said, "From my perspective, this Daoguan team knows that they are losing side by side, but they are at home, so they can't miss a single ball. If you want to fight for all your strength, don't be too embarrassing to hit one by header."

"That's right." Meng Xing'er nodded and said, "I don't know if they can get into one, but I know they will lose even worse."

With a whistle, the second half began.

The players of the Taoguan football team showed their extremely passionate fighting spirit as soon as they came up and ran wildly on the field.

On the football field, the general routine is mainly to keep a person's eye, and the second is to keep a ball. Sometimes it is just a matter of overdoing the ball.

But now, the members of the Taoist temple team don’t play according to the routine at all. No matter where the ball goes, they will immediately pounce on three or four to grab it. If they lose their own pass, they will immediately launch a siege on the spot.

This tactic is similar to the high-post pressing tactics popular in football today. The tactic itself consumes a lot of physical strength and requires technical players. In addition, it is also afraid that the opponent will quickly counterattack after picking the ball.

Although Zhang Yu's players have no skills, they are not lacking in physical strength or degree.

On the entire football field, it was like there were players from the Daoguan football team everywhere, wherever the ball went. Although Yihua's players had good skills and tactics, their physical strength dropped significantly after being dragged in the first half. After playing for only ten minutes in the second half, they began to fail to keep up with the rhythm of the Daoguan team.

In the 16th minute of the second half, the Taoist temple player broke through on the wing and made a cross. The high center forward Zhou Guotao, who came on the field, headed the ball in the penalty area. The Nigami center turned around and looked at the moon, smashing the ball into the net. The score was rewritten to 1-2.

"It's in!" Wen Qiong saw that Zhang Yu finally scored a goal, and she was anxious, she suddenly clenched her fists and couldn't help but shout.

Fu Senbo, who was beside him, couldn't help frowning slightly. Isn't Zhenhai Yihua very strong? He promised to hit at least five, so why did he get one back?

However, Xin Chuanli understood some football and said, "I think the Taoist temple team is fighting in one go. After playing so many high center forwards, they will definitely not be able to run later. As long as Zhenhai Yihua maintains her position, she will definitely win."

Fu Senbo nodded, originally asked to play a 5-for-o match. Judging from this posture, it would be possible to win two or three.

The football was placed in the middle circle, and Zhenhai Yihua opened the ball, and only passed four feet. Three players from the Taoist temple team came over like wolves and tigers. Yihua's players quickly passed the ball, but after one shot was too big, it turned into a half chance. Yihua's beast wanted to grab it, but he got older and was not as brave as he was, and was exhausted by the Taoist temple team's unstoppable run. How could he grab the Taoist temple players?

The foreign aid of the club took the lead and passed the ball to his teammates, who then organized a counterattack. The members of the Taoist temple team seemed to be like a tide, as if they were tireless, and kept rushing hard. They quickly overwhelmed the opponent's half, and the ball never came out of this half again, and the fire of war was completely burning on the opponent.

Soon, the Taoist temple team launched a bombardment on Yihua's penalty area.
Chapter completed!