Chapter Thirty-Five Was Originally Water Goods
But then something shocking happened.
What's wrong? Uh...
Chen Haonan did not expect that the forward would actually miss the ball, he thought at most it was a shot wide or blocked, but as a result, it didn't even hit the ball?
My god, are you going to die if you stop the ball and shoot again? And still manage to look so cool...
Jordan Chan is speechless.
This is a huge joke, even the teammates of the yellow shirt team couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Haha, hahaha... Niao... are you trying to laugh us all to death? Ahahahaha..." The yellow-shirted defender burst into uncontrollable laughter.
This was nothing, even his own teammates couldn't help but burst out laughing along with him.
Especially team captain Andrea Tudo, laughing just as unreservedly.
Only Kalanka. Newell didn't smile, his face looked quite ugly.
This is of course, he finally gave out such a beautiful lob, thought it would form an assist, press Mario. Eduardo's header, who knew it was wasted by the striker in this way, wasted to the point of being ridiculous, anyone else wouldn't have a good face either.
Chen Haonan also smiled bitterly, thinking that the Santos youth team's striker was too weak. Although he was a substitute striker, it wasn't to the point where he was this bad, right? Just looking at his awkward movements when dribbling the ball, you could tell that his level was not just low... but extremely amateurish.
What is the level of Santos' substitute forwards? Why can't Naguti Kote and Nicolas Nalsson have a place in the youth team? Chen Haonan was very puzzled, really couldn't understand.
Everyone continued to mock him, saying the coach wasn't an idiot and that this guy must be a bootlicker. Otherwise, with his level of skill, you could find someone better on any street corner... Chen Haonan concluded.
The forward known as Nio, while walking back and forth, ran over to pat Karanka Newell on the shoulder, apologizing with a hint of embarrassment. The latter's face didn't change much, seemingly accustomed to it.
His level is like that, you can't let him suddenly change into a pair of Ronaldo's feet, if anything, it can only be blamed on the head coach for arranging such a player.
A good scoring opportunity was wasted, and possession returned to the yellow-shirted team...
The captain's thunderbolt earlier seems to have taught Mario Eduardo a lesson, this time he didn't dare to make a solo run forward rashly, but instead played in coordination with his teammates.
"Hmm, this kid has learned a lot." Coach Leonardo Pitt nodded in satisfaction.
The assistant coach apparently also recognized his words and had a very satisfied expression.
But it wasn't long after that...
Boom!
Another loud noise.
Andrea Tudo suddenly appeared in front of Mario Eduardo and collided with him again.
"Ah! This kid has deliberately fouled again!" The assistant coach jumped up and shouted loudly, he really couldn't take it anymore.
A good training match is about to be ruined by this kid, he's going crazy.
"Pete, if it goes on like this, how can we win? Let's substitute that bad kid!"
He quickly suggested to the commander-in-chief.
The bad boy is of course Andrea Tudor, who was furious after two such deliberate fouls.
"Red card, red card! Get that little brat Tudou down here!" Damn it, why didn't my phone ring earlier? Otherwise, I would have gotten him down already! The assistant coach exclaimed in frustration.
It was originally his turn to serve in the match, but then another coach told him that his phone rang, so he went off the court. As a result, another coach showed no yellow card to Andrea Tudu, just warning him...
It's another free kick, and Mario Eduardo also didn't step up to take it.
"It's just a normal foul, how can you judge the player with a red card? It's better to play 11 against 11." Leonardo Petti couldn't help but interject as he gazed at him who was fuming.
This made him even more suspicious, thinking that this was a play arranged by Leonardo long ago and Andrea Pitt just followed his intentions?
The free kick taker for the youth team was originally Carlanca Newell, now he is on this side of the green jersey team, so the green jersey team had to let the player who took the penalty before take it again, but this time the ball was easily caught by the goalkeeper, and then the ball came very smoothly under the feet of Carlanca Newell.
In a similar attack, he and Chen Haonan made a combination.
Another similar shooting result...
Ah...... All teammates grew their mouths, whether it was the yellow shirt or the green shirt, they stared at Neio Fillet in surprise.
"Neo..."
"Neo..."
……
"Haha, haha, haha, haha, my feet are still cold, I'll warm up for a bit before shooting again, haha." The slender Neo laughed awkwardly to cover himself.
This guy, his footwork is rough, but can't he also be nearsighted and have glaucoma? Chen Haonan's mouth was equally astonished as everyone else.
This time, although he kicked the ball, Neuer Fillet, who got the ball, chose to shoot in the direction of the left sideline...
The force of the shot was quite strong and happened to hit the referee's crotch, causing him to yell in pain.
"Neyo... you should have shot it straight, it might have gone in, the goalkeeper couldn't have saved it, but I don't understand why you shot it to the sideline? Please enlighten me..."
The yellow-shirted teammate came forward and hugged Neymar, enthusiastically asking for advice from Neymar Philippe.
"This is called... gathering the ball, understand? The quality of the ball is very important. You can miss several one-on-one shots, but as long as you score afterwards..."
"Ah...!" Nio Fillet hadn't finished explaining yet, but his eyes lit up, "Eh... how do you see this ball? It seems, it seems even higher than my level?"
Niol Philet was indeed astonished, those eyes full of sharp light seemed to have seen the glory of God.
Because, just as he and his teammates were explaining the goal, Mario Eduardo quickly counter-attacked, using speed to break through the midfield, and then under Andrea Tudo's carelessness, finally successfully broke through the defense and got a shooting opportunity!
Shoot!
It's just that ball...
According to teammates' post-match comments, that is - overwhelmingly powerful, like a cannonball, unstoppable, can shoot dead a cow...
It's just that ball...
So close, yet just three meters away. How can he possibly score a goal? And how did Mario Eduardo manage to shoot it in?
His calf explosion was so terrifying, but why did his shooting accuracy catch up with Neymar Jr.?
"Water goods..."
"Idiot..."
"Fake..."
"So it was from the track and field team..."
In Santos' youth team, whether in yellow or green shirts, they quickly determined the level of the newcomer Mario Eduardo.
The assistant coach standing next to the head coach was the most depressed.
He scolded the neighbor, this kid never told me he was so bad at shooting goals, wasn't every shot in the video accurate and ruthless, dominating? How did it become like this, just like a fool? Even he himself began to doubt.
He glanced at the commander with a difficult expression, but found that the commander's expression didn't change much, only tightening his lips.
Half-time has passed, there have been several decent breakthroughs, no coordination and passing, almost zero shots? Is this what a strong attacking midfielder looks like? Almost everyone thinks so.
"Hahaha......" This time it was Neo Filiat who led the way in bursting out laughing...
"Farce..." Leonardo Pitt finally spat out two words...
