As for the new Mizuno, the members of the football team only glanced at him a few times. Their eyes were filled with a deathly gray color. Some people recognized Mizuno, who beat up the bad players, but they just sighed and did not greet him.
They were already desperate for this game, so they could do whatever they wanted.
The part-time coach consulting teacher dutifully asked a few questions, "Do you know how to play football?"
"Know a little about the rules."
"That's good." The coach looked at the sky as if there was a vast galaxy there and there was the truth of the world.
Anyway, it was football, and there was no need to be tall. It was not sensitive to the size requirements, and the newcomer seemed to be able to stand on the field for a while.
After withdrawing his gaze from the distant galaxy, the coach gave a few simple instructions to the players. It seemed like he was analyzing the opponent, but it also seemed like he was talking to himself. In fact, it was just empty talk.
After all, his main profession was track and field, and he was just a fan of football. He could only come up with some ambiguous analysis.
Thousands of words of nonsense could be summed up in one sentence — don't concede any more goals.
They could not even actively defend and counterattack, so the expectations could be said to be very low.
The only one who still had some fighting spirit was Tatsumi Haruyama. After all, three of the four goals that were conceded this time could be counted on him. The only one that was not counted on him was another own goal that was kicked in by a teammate.
After the game, the football club elected a scapegoat, and the first to bear the brunt was Tatsumi Haruyama.
"Big brother Mizuno, just kick it casually."
"???" Mizuno sighed. Your team is really finished.
One of the reasons he agreed to play was to help Tatsumi Haruyama. After all, in his daily life, this kid bought food and drinks at his beck and call. Even if he did not get credit, he still did hard work.
Another purpose was to see if he could unlock anything from football.
What if he unlocked the Wind Release and became a happy Wind Man by running happily on the field?
If that did not work, he could unlock the Kunai throwing technique.
As for beating up small children, he really had no interest.
"Get ready, get ready. It's time to go on the field." The coach patted the player's shoulder. "Newcomer, you'll be the substitute for the defender's position."
The few positions in football could be summarized as the attacking striker, the assisting striker to protect the back, and then the full back. The full back was located in the backfield and was mainly responsible for the team's defensive work, protecting the opponent from breaking through to their own goal. When the team attacked, they could appropriately assist the midfielder to organize the attack and control the pace of the game.
If it was subdivided, it could still be divided into full backs, shadow forwards, and so on. However, it was just two rookie teams from ordinary schools, so the division was not so detailed.
What's more, the current situation on the field was that all the players were holed up in the defensive zone. Everyone had become a center back.
"Everyone, do your best!
Winning or losing isn't important. What's important is to keep your spirits up and fight with vigor. You can't disappoint the students who are watching, "the captain said weakly.
"Oh."
"Understood."
"Everyone, try to score a goal!"
"Oh!"
"Understood!"
This achievable goal lifted the spirits of the team members.
Mizuno was speechless as he listened to the school's football team's confident speech. Is the highest goal to try to score a goal?
It was better not to be excited. In any case, for the sake of face, the opposing team would also give a goal at the last minute, lest they get a clean sheet and embarrass Azurei High School.
With a sharp whistle, the perfectly round football was seized by Hekou Lake High School in one fell swoop. With the cooperation of the opposing striker, the football was passed back and forth.
The students of Azurei High School interspersed to grab the ball. Both sides felt that the game was very intense, but in fact, it looked a little boring to the people outside the field.
For a few minutes, the ball did not change hands. It had been passed between the Hekou Lake High School team. It was reasonable to say that with such an advantage, they should have broken through to the backfield by now. However, both sides seemed to be pushing hands in Tai Chi. Azurei High School did not grab the ball, and Hekou Lake High School did not push fiercely. The exchange was very polite.
"Good opportunity!" The Azurei High School player suddenly shouted and grabbed the ball from the opponent's foot.
He had been watching for a long time and finally found an opportunity.
Awesome!
Looking at the opponent's stunned face after the ball was snatched, the player felt great.
Although it was not a green field under his feet, he felt as if he was running in the World Cup final. The weight of the football was so light, and the shape was so wonderful.
"Yamashita, you f * * king dropped the ball!"
"Hey?" Yamashita looked at his feet in surprise.
There was no football except for the artificial turf.
Ball, where is my ball?
I just ran with it in the World Cup final!
Mizuno silently watched the performance of his teammates. Yamashita dribbled the ball and ran a few steps before the ball flew out and was then picked up by the opponent. This kind of ball dropped without anyone knowing — it could only be called an accident.
But after Yamashita's performance, Azurei High School seemed to come back to life. The extinguished candle of fighting spirit in their hearts was reignited. Gradually, there were players who could grab the football from the opponent's feet.
Back and forth, you fight and I fight!
It was like a turn-based game of Tai Chi Shou!
But just a few minutes later, the players who stood tall wilted again. The opposing midfielder snatched the ball and rushed fiercely with the football. A few players followed behind him to provide cover. They passed the ball left and right, and their coordination was not bad.
The momentum of the charge was like a tank coordinated by a tank.
When he saw the opponent's player, Tatsumi Haruyama could not help but cover his buttocks. He had just been shot by him three times!
It's him!
"No, we can't lose the ball again."
The center backs of Azurei High School also moved to the backfield. Looking at the imposing figure, one of the center backs gritted his teeth and rushed toward the opponent with a loud shout.
His girlfriend was still watching from the sidelines. He had promised to bring victory to her today!
As he ran, he lowered his body and made a dangerous shoveling move.
Shoveling was an extremely dangerous way to intercept, especially in amateur games where rookies pecked at each other. A shoveling mistake could result in a broken leg — the kind where both sides were broken.
"Danger." Looking at Azurei High School's center back's reckless shoveling, the Hekou Lake High School players shouted anxiously.
Startled by the suicidal shoveling, the player who dribbled the ball was also momentarily distracted. He watched the ball being shoveled away by the opponent.
Shoveling it away was fine. Anyway, he could snatch it from the opponent's players.
It would not be good if he was injured after being shoveled. He would have to recuperate for at least a spring break.
The shoveled ball drew an arc and fell to the ground and rolled a few times.
"Rumble."
Mizuno watched the football roll to his feet, and he stepped on it with his right foot.
He wanted to pass the ball to his own players, but seeing that his own players were parried left and right by the opponent, there was no good target for the pass. Mizuno simply lifted his right foot.
As for football, he just had to shoot it into the opponent's goal.
"Bang!"