"Damn! I'm right, Yihua was suppressed by the Taoist temple team. The Taoist temple team is too strong. Judging from its strength, it shouldn't be at the bottom of the National League. Who knows, maybe our home court is good. Our Guangming Town is also the home court! Yes, yes, if you don't do it well in the future, you will become the home court of the devil."

The fans began to talk, and suddenly, someone shouted, "Come on Wudang Taoist Temple!"

This voice was so good that it immediately ignited the atmosphere of the audience. Most of them were from Guangming Town. They had previously supported Yihua. Now that they saw that Wudang Taoist Temple was so fierce and the home court was local, there was no reason not to support it.

Everyone shouted loudly, "Come on Wudang Taoist Temple! Come on Wudang Taoist Temple! Come on Wudang Taoist Temple! Old eggs, rise up! Fuck him a good woman! Domineering! Strong! Not afraid! Strong wind! Strong! No detention! Light! Breaking! Breaking! Breaking! Breaking!"

There are all kinds of cheers, and I don’t know where Guangming Town comes from so many other places. There are all kinds of slogans!

And the sound is higher and higher.

Hearing these cheering sounds, the players of Wudang Taoist Temple seemed to be more energetic and had completely pressed Zhenhai Yihua into the penalty area and beat the ball around. To be honest, the footwork was too poor, otherwise, they could have achieved two or three of them.

Meng Xing'er was also a little confused, "This is it."

She couldn't believe that the team that was suppressed by her opponent was her own? Zaiguo didn't say that she was being suppressed by others, so why did she fight against a team in the National League today and be suppressed like this?

Kong Shujie smiled faintly and said gloatingly: "I originally thought it was a very boring game, but I didn't expect it to be like this. It's interesting, it's really interesting. It seems that the outcome is really hard to say."

Meng Xing'er naturally did not want to be outdone and said coldly: "I think their physical strength is almost the same. How long can they last? It's probably only three or two minutes. At that time, a counterattack will completely collapse their confidence!"

"It's just that the person who looks even more tired seems to be a flower in Zhenhai." Shangguan Ning said lightly.

"We still have three substitutions, and we won't lose this battle." Meng Xing'er still firmly believes that her team will not lose to a top player in the National League.

You should know that the FA Cup is an elimination system. If you lose this game, you will completely defeat it. Meng Xinger’s goal this year is to win a trophy, and the FA Cup is one of them. Compared with the league that has been dominated by Nandu Henger, the FA Cup is easier to win.

Being eliminated is small and having a greater face. It is really embarrassing to be eliminated in the first round of the FA Cup by such a team.

"I just said Zhang Yu would definitely win. Did you see that, the Taoist temple team was fighting with a bunch of money. I also think so, that's the 10 million, it seems that it's a sure win." Xiao Jiejie and Fang Tong chattered, and seeing that the situation was very good, they were full of energy.

Jiang Yuting next to him said disapprovingly: "I think now is the last wave of rejuvenation. The Taoist temple team will lose its energy immediately. How long can it take to hold on? If you get the stance, you will have to let Yihua fight back and hit one after a while."

"You think so. That's not the case, I don't expect anything good." Fang Tong and Xiao Jiejie said again.

The two girls worked together today.

There is only a fight here, and there is no tension.

Although no one spoke in the district leader’s seat, the atmosphere was quite solemn.

Wen Qiong looked at the Taoist temple team's morale, but she didn't score a goal, so she was anxious. If she hadn't taken into account her identity, she would probably have to shout like a fan.

Fu Senbo was also confused. He said in his heart, what was going on? Isn’t Zhenhai Yihua a top-level team? Isn’t it obvious where it is strong now? On the contrary, the Taoist temple team seems quite strong.

Seeing that Fu Senbo was under great pressure, Xin Chuanli quickly comforted him: "I think the Taoist temple team is just the last of its strength and can't hold on for two minutes. When this wave of offensive ends, it will be over. The game will definitely be dominated by Zhenhai Yihua!"

Wen Qiong didn't understand, and looked at Qiao Guoding beside him. Qiao Guoding didn't know much about football, but he still said: "Now the strength is obvious, and Zhenhai Yihua obviously can't stop it. I think the Taoist temple team will definitely win!"

"Do you understand the ball?" Xin Chuanli said.

At this moment, a thunderous shout suddenly broke out in the audience, "Come in! Come in! Wudang's cow! Draw! Devil's home court! Come in! Wudang's cow! Come on! Come on Guangming Town! Overturn a flower! Reversal him!"

Wen Qiong and Fu Senbo can be heard without looking at it. This is the Taoist temple team’s goal.

"Okay!" Wen Qiong slapped her thigh hard, and this time she finally couldn't help but shout.

She then glanced at Fu Senbo and said lightly: "Who doesn't understand the ball?"

Fu Senbo's face was so uglier.

I had already caught the problem of Taoist temple and the stadium, and as long as the Taoist temple team talked about it, some people would say it when they went back. Now, it was so good. People did a good job of football, and even Zhenhai Yihua won. For the time being, it was a business card, so there was definitely nothing to say.

Xin Chuanli was a little embarrassed, but he still said: "This is a knockout match. Yihua will never be eliminated in the first round. I guess he will have to replace him soon."

Sure enough, Zhenhai Yihua immediately made a substitution adjustment after conceding the ball. And this time, two were replaced at once. One was a midfielder, who strengthened his move, and the other was a fast horse on the wing, ready to strengthen his counterattack.

At this moment, there were more than Fu Senbo, the one with a deep face, and Meng Xing'er was even more powerful.

She couldn't accept the fact that the team was leading two goals and allowed others to tie the team continuously. What's more serious is that as a traditional tycoon, she was beaten by the National A relegation team, and her own players were all making a living! Where could she put her face?

"Xing'er, I really didn't expect that Yihua would be so embarrassed, not only to be reversed and tied, but also to be in a tough battle. There are still twenty minutes left, so it's hard to say who wins and loses." Kong Shujie said with a smile.

His tone was obviously gloating.

"Now that the formation has changed, I don't believe that the Taoist temple team dares to be so big, and I don't believe that they still have the energy to grab it crazy!" Meng Xing'er said gritting her teeth.

"Even if they lose without the energy, it's okay. It's a pity that your warm-up plan has been ruined. You originally wanted to play five or six, but now it's good to win a small goal. Next week, it's our Zhenhai Derby. It seems that our Zhengang is going to take advantage of it." Kong Shujie said with a smile again.

Upon hearing this, Meng Xing'er's heart trembled. Isn't it? I originally had to play casually, just send a substitute to win, and make every effort to prepare for next week's Zhenhai Derby.
Chapter completed!