The atmosphere was a bit weird, unlike the national team competition, without the spirit of unity. As for why, Ji Xiang didn't understand.

He has insufficient social experience, is not very interested in football, and does not know much about this strange atmosphere... Even if he wants to break his head, Ji Xiang can't understand why.

So when Ji Xiang first came to empathize with her, he felt that everything was so strange.

Only 12 minutes before the end of the game, Ji Xiang gradually recalled some things.

The two foreigners in the stands are AC Milan scouts. They are looking at Ji Xiang's performance today.

But the coach knew that someone was watching the ball, but he still only gave Ji Xiang more than ten minutes to play in garbage time.

That's it, Ji Xiang doesn't care.

It’s not because of empathy, the people or things in it are data and have nothing to do with yourself, but because Ji Xiang is such a person.

The ball was kicked off in the middle circle and slowly fell down. Ji Xiang found that he seemed to be fighting against 11 people on the other side.

Only when you are struggling to fight, the other players on your side are taking a walk.

Oh shit!

Ji Xiang cursed viciously in his heart, and the behavior of others aroused the twists and turns in Ji Xiang's heart.

After scrambling again and again, although he has the talent of being superior, Ji Xiang's success rate is not high either.

As time passed by minute by minute, Ji Xiang finally used the opponent's carelessness to complete a beautiful steal in the backcourt.

He almost drew an arc with an action that violated the laws of physics, used his speed to break away from three defensive players, dribbling the ball forward and struck forward.

Suddenly!

A figure rushed over like lightning, and his fierce tackle made Ji Xiang feel a huge threat.

Ji Xiang was even sure that the other party came for his ankle, not for the ball.

It’s too much to be good at the ball, not the right person, and it doesn’t have a slight sporting spirit, and it’s still the premise that the opponent leads 4 goals!

Before he could dribble the ball, Ji Xiang could only jump high to avoid this malicious foul.

When Ji Xiang fell, he turned around and saw who was running for the useless tackle against the spirit of sports. The next second, Ji Xiang was stunned.

It is not the opponent's player who tackles, but...their own player.

Are you crazy?

Are you all crazy?

I just completed the steal, but the "myself" player actually made a black foot at me!

Is this still a football game? Ji Xiang was stunned for 5 seconds. Although he had just arrived, he had already felt the continuous malice.

As for it!

A burst of sadness rose from my heart, almost dispersing the slightest moment.

But Ji Xiang was strong in his mind. As soon as this negative emotion appeared, he realized something was wrong and immediately dispersed.

Continue to fight, others don’t move, but Ji Xiang will move.

But the people Ji Xiang is paying attention to are not only opponents, but also "his own people".

That black foot made Ji Xiang feel scared. Although he was just empathetic, Ji Xiang definitely didn't want to be injured.

A few minutes later, Ji Xiang used his opponent's mistake to grab the ball again.

At this time, there were opponents around him, without comrades in his eyes. Ji Xiang instantly increased his speed to the limit, used his body to force his opponent, and ran all the way.

The opponent's backcourt player surrounded and blocked the ball. Ji Xiang suddenly shot with a strong shot 30 meters in front of the penalty area.

The football fell into the goal again.

Ji Xiang picked up the football from the opponent's goal and ran to the middle circle again.

At this moment, he was like a paranoid, and everyone looked at this boy who was out of touch with the surroundings.

Time entered the injury stoppage time period, and Ji Xiang caught a glimpse of the scout in the stands saying something with a smile on his face.

He knew that his performance should have passed, but Ji Xiang was just dissatisfied.

With another steal and breaking through the siege, Ji Xiang sent the football into the opponent's goal for the third time in his very few playing time.

Score 3:4.

The atmosphere in the backcourt was a little wrong, and Ji Xiang didn't care about the murderous gaze that "teammates" cast. Even if he was single, he had to do his best.

The midfield kicks off, and passes the ball to the backcourt.

Ji Xiang knew that they were wasting time, and even if they could rob them, they would never give them time.

But the next second Ji Xiang stood at the halftime and was stunned.

They not only had their feet down in the backcourt, but also other scenes - when the football was back pass, the goalkeeper staggered, and the unfast football leaked through the middle of his legs and slowly slipped into the goal.

Score 3:5.

People are so shameless!

Ji Xiang was speechless. He didn't even have the strength to shrug, spread his hands, and look at the sky.

The shamelessness of these people is no longer described in words. Ji Xiang was disgusted with the black feet he just made, the "own-to-be" he just made him disgusted with the smiles of the "our-to-be" players after the own goal.

He suddenly remembered that the reason he scored in the team was because of the high public opinion, because he had already shown his strength when playing football in Europe, and even attracted the covetousness of AC Milan.

But what can I do if I join the national team? Without paying money, Ji Xiang has no playing time at all.

Don't ask, it's just that you are in a bad state and are having a jet lag.

The only thing I left for myself was to score three goals with more than ten minutes.

But this seemed to have ruined their big deal, and they even used clumsy methods to maintain the difference of 2 goals.

Although he realized that it was no longer helpful, Ji Xiang still ran hard and cherished every minute of the mall.

With another steal, Ji Xiang dribbled the ball all the way north, and he didn't observe because everyone was not trustworthy.

He dribbled the ball over with a difficult time. Ji Xiang had just raised his right leg and prepared to shoot with a strong shot. He had even heard the football spinning and rubbing out a graceful sound when it fell into the net.

Suddenly, severe pain came from the left ankle that served as a support for the foot.

Ji Xiang turned around several times in the air, and he suddenly saw his "teammate" wearing the same-colored sportswear and punching a slippery shovel behind him.

He cut off the fierceness, as if Ji Xiang had just thrown his son into a well, making his family die.

It's over...

Ji Xiang thought of the sinister hearts of people, but never expected that they would be so vicious that they even made such uncovered actions to prevent him from scoring.

Still injured, Ji Xiang landed heavily on the ground, holding his left foot and rolling around.

The referee was stunned. How should we blew up similar situations?

He had never seen such a fierce steal between his team members, or even said it was a malicious foul.

If it is an opponent's athlete, it is undoubtedly a yellow card.

But……

The referee was stunned for a few seconds, and then signaled the team doctor to come on the field and carry Ji Xiang down.

The scouts in AC Milan in the stands were also stunned. They witnessed how cruel the kick was just now.

Could it be that a star of hope falls?

They felt a little regretful, and the player who had just injured Ji Xiang was arrogant and seemed to say to others in an action expression - I am the master of my territory!

Whoever dares to say no, Ji Xiang will end up!
Chapter completed!