As the saying goes, with ball possession in hand, the world is mine!
Kick-off.
The first-team's backfield players began to pass the ball around to maintain control.
They were all watching Lin Tian closely, knowing that the Reserve Team's strength lay with him.
Just now, Lin Tian's shot was unbelievably terrifying.
Now their sole task was to prevent Lin Tian from getting the ball.
Therefore, they kept passing the ball around, with no intention of attacking, to stall time.
As long as the match ended, they would win.
Even under ball control, they would have a beautiful win!
Otherwise, if they were scored on again, it would be even more humiliating.
"Stalling time?"
Lin Tian naturally saw through Liu Zhenlong and the others' intentions. She smirked and said coldly, "You don't want to attack, so I'll have to take the initiative!"
With that, Lin Tian charged towards the first-team's half.
Seeing Lin Tian approaching, the first-team members all sneered.
