Chapter Twenty-Four: A Cunning Scheme

  Who the hell is that? Ceres Alonso glared at Chan Ho-nam, who was pinned down by two people, with flames rising in his heart.

  Santos was devastated for nearly 80 minutes, but he casually changed the course of the game. His seemingly effortless performance actually had a very strong foundation. Oliveira Denilson's mediocre team actually hid such a great player? The eyes of S?o Paulo coach Alonso were burning with jealous flames, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.

  A 2-2 scoreline was far beyond his expectations, and with the match almost over, it was a long way from what he had envisioned.

  "Get that little runt on me and shut him down! Don't let him pass!" Alonso bellowed angrily, shouting at the defenders.

  Cutting off his passing route is equivalent to killing Santos' offense, he can see it very clearly. Chen Haonan came up at this time to dominate the offense. If he doesn't even know this, then he shouldn't be mixing in the Saint Paul youth team's coaching position.

  There are less than ten minutes left in the game, and the end of the game is always the easiest time to lose points. At this time, there is no distinction between strong and weak. Anyone who is careless may be irretrievable.

  S?o Paulo team still insisted on attacking, the coach's order was to kill Santos, so they didn't dare to slack off.

  But the more anxious you are, the harder it is to get an opportunity. Besides, Santos isn't really a dish that anyone can cut...

  At the last moment, Alonso's eyes were fixed on the police judge, apparently he had pinned all his hopes on the judge.

  It can be said that Santos was quite unlucky, as no one fouled or had any physical contact with the player from S?o Paulo. The game time was ticking away second by second.

  You just casually blow one! Blow a handball, isn't that enough? Alonso muttered to himself. When the ball entered Santos' penalty area, he thought so.

  The judge's face was expressionless, and no one knew what he was thinking.

  Following a high boot from S?o Paulo's forward, Santos regained possession of the ball with eighty-nine minutes gone and the match almost over.

  This trash game, the referee won't have so-called stoppage time.

  This rare attacking opportunity, Santos' goalkeeper threw the ball forward without hesitation, and after passing through the back waist, the ball quickly came under Chen Haonan's feet.

  But behind Chen Haonan was a defender who stuck to him tightly, taller and wider than Chen Haonan.

  Having been shaken off in the last defense, this time the defender was not careless and almost used tape to stick Chen Haonan.

  Chan Ho-nam was also helpless and could only pin his hopes on his teammates. He kept passing the ball to his teammate on the left, then turned around and ran forward.

  He said he was running, but his speed was really not good, others were obviously much faster than him.

  "So following his defender, he couldn't help but say: 'With your speed, you can still play soccer?'"

  The tone was full of contempt.

  On the football field, sometimes language is also a very important weapon, especially for provoking opponents. Apparently, this player also wanted to mock Chan Ho Nam in this way.

  "Is that so? Then I'll use speed to get past you and show you my true speed!" Chen Haonan smiled lightly, not getting angry at all. He beckoned to his teammate, indicating he wanted the ball.

  And the defender closely followed, still standing in front of him, waiting for him to bring the ball over...

  He didn't know Chen Haonan's true abilities, but when he heard that Chen Haonan was going to use his real speed to pass him, he became anxious and didn't dare make another sound.

  Dior Cheng Yeuk Nam finally got the ball again...

  He certainly wouldn't really break through at that speed.

  He took the ball and directly made a right breakthrough, while the opponent also moved to the right.

  In the next moment, Chen Haonan suddenly swung his right foot back and forth, and the ball on his right foot actually moved to his left foot. His left foot didn't stop at all, directly kicking the ball forward, while Chen Haonan's center of gravity also shifted to the left at the same time.

  This is just a simple ombre de boi on the Brazilian court.

  Is this just passing by... seems like it's going very slowly?

  Chen Haonan's movements were seen by everyone, including the person defending him.

  Faker, is this also called passing by? Slow-witted fool! He couldn't help but curse in his heart, then gloated and took two steps back, stretching out his leg.

  He didn't even look at Chan Ho Nam and thought he could take down the ball.

  But the next moment, he was stunned...

  His foot didn't even touch the ball at all, where is the ball?

  The football accidentally hit Cheung Ho-nam's left foot!

  How did he do that?! The ball was clearly rolling forward, and this guy's speed wouldn't even be able to keep up with himself! He really can't figure it out.

  It was at this moment that the whistle suddenly sounded!

  Foul! The police judge waved his hand...

  Deng Yilun was also sweating, watching Chen Haonan's dribbling, it was really speechless.

  Before that, his idea was like this defensive player, but when he saw Chen Haonan suddenly pulled the ball back quickly, he was shocked.

  Chan Ho-nam's left foot kicked out the ball very quickly, but he wasn't letting the ball advance at all. At a critical moment, he suddenly pulled the ball back in an instant. This was just a feint! A realistic fake move!

  While Chan Ho-nam pulled the ball back with his left foot, his body continued to swing forward and to the left, blocking himself in front.

  At this time, the foolish defender stretched out his foot to intercept without even looking, and as a result, he only intercepted Chen Haonan's right leg.

  Chen Haonan is no fool, his left foot stepped on the skin ball, but his body followed the momentum and fell...

  Even when falling down, his left foot still didn't leave that damn leather ball.

  The referee had no choice but to blow his whistle and call a foul.

  It's too scary... All of this is Chen Haonan's carefully planned conspiracy! Denerison was left with a cold sweat, and he looked at Chen Haonan with even more admiration.

  Will Chan Ho Nam use his speed to break through? No, that damn speed is what he hates the most. He only uses it to confuse his opponents, and his ultimate goal is just to make them commit a foul.

  Because of that distance, it was just twenty-five meters away...

  He wanted to decide the outcome with a free kick, Denilson nodded in approval and finally showed a smile.

  It wasn't just him who was smiling, Santos' players all hugged each other as if they had scored another goal...

  Damn it, really thought he scored? Alonso spat on the turf, speechless towards Santos.

  Twenty-five meters out, an arbitrary ball, you three-legged cats can also kick the ball in? He muttered and scolded, but his angry eyes never left Chen Haonan's back.

  Where did this little guy come from, and he's actually so scary. Is Oliviera stupid or something, not bringing him up earlier? Are they afraid I'll see him, afraid that Saint Paulo will poach him? Alonso's eyes rolled around, thinking of a deeper meaning.

  If Danielsen knew what he was thinking at this time, he would laugh his teeth off.