Chapter Thirty-Six: The First Shot

  "Mong Man, is this the attacking midfielder you recommended?"

  Leonardo Petti has just begun questioning assistant coach Fischer Mommen.

  At this time, Mario Eduardo's performance was all in everyone's eyes, clear and true. Leonardo Pitt naturally had a timely question.

  Fischer's face turned liver-colored and he didn't know how to respond.

  "Uh... I think it's a problem with the turf. You saw that shot just now, how powerful it was, the goalkeeper was completely stunned and didn't react at all..."

  "Oh, let's take another look, but that was a three-meter shot from the front of the door, not a steal, it was a single knife shot, being blocked out is still reasonable, but what about the plane? Did the goal suddenly drop two meters just now?"

  Leonardo Pitt smiled wryly and let out a long sigh from his chest.

  He certainly knew what Fischer and Momand were up to.

  Isn't it just trying to bring in a promising young person, then fawn over the boss and try to take their place? Unfortunately, they picked someone from the track team...

  That shot by Mario Eduardo was completely off, his sharpness is gone, such a smelly shot that everyone saw it, what face does he have left.

  And at this time everyone finally knew why he didn't go kick the free kick...

  How can you kick with feet like this?

  As for his dribbling skills, he indeed stunned everyone just now. His ball control and speed in passing people are really violent, making people feel unable to keep up with the rhythm.

  This shot at the goal fully exposed Mario Eduardo's shortcomings.

  His limbs moved faster than his brain could think... Andrea Tudor also burst out laughing, with a deep meaning in her laughter.

  "Captain, you knew all along? No wonder you were able to intercept the ball so easily just now. You... did it on purpose? Knowing you could get the ball, but intentionally colliding with someone?"

  Another tall center-back who was also lagging behind on the defensive line asked in surprise.

  "Nonsense, otherwise you think I dare to play like this. Actually, before that he snatched the card from Lan Card. Newville's move just now made me realize that his body is actually very uncoordinated. How can I put it? His body is just a natural reflex, understand? To put it simply, he only has speed, nothing else..."

  The central defender nodded as if he had been taught a lesson.

  Captain Andre Tudo is a personal item, he is the main central defender of the Brazilian national youth team, the deputy captain of the team, and at the age of 17, he is a rising new star in Brazil's backline.

  In Brazil, where attacking talents are abundant, it is very rare to produce a top-class central defender. Since Thiago Silva, the country has pinned its hopes on André Luiz Tavares.

  So Andrea Tudo is absolutely an outstanding young man, and it's not surprising to see Mario Eduardo's competitive level.

  "It's actually Chen Haonan... who seems to have a few tricks up his sleeve, and maybe today Nio. Fillet will finally score. Kalanka. Newell and he take turns feeding him the ball, I don't believe he can't get one in, even a blind cat can catch a dead mouse..."

  Andrea Tudo gazed forward, looking at Kalanke N'Ville and Chen Haonan coordinating to push forward, sighing with longing. However, his prophecy was only half correct, Chen Haonan did pass a good ball, but Neo Fillet still couldn't send the ball into the goal...

  Mario Eduardo is still working hard, but lacks the domineering aura in his eyes. Under the original shape, even the ball has problems, with big strides and easy interceptions.

  Andrea Tudo said that the green jersey team was originally dominated by defensive players, so the defense became more and more skilled.

  The match came to the second half, and Mario Eduardo had been thoroughly trained without temper.

  And just as everyone was equally disappointed with Neymar Jr.'s performance.

  Kalanka Newville and Tan Ho-nan, the two former midfield partners, finally broke through the yellow shirt team's defense with a beautiful combination, with Tan Ho-nan making a breakthrough into the small penalty area...

  "Pass! Pass! Quick pass!" Neo Fei Lei excitedly shouted at Chen Haonan as he broke through, now less than a meter away from the goal.

  That means letting Chan Ho Nam pass the ball to him and let him score a goal.

  Chen Haonan's position was quite good, at the left corner of the small penalty area, facing the goalkeeper, he only needed to lightly push the ball to the far corner, and the goalkeeper would probably not be able to catch it, but he still looked up at Nei Feilete.

  Alas... Forget it, let's just send him off to the West then... Chan Ho-nam sighed and withdrew his gaze.

  Then he swung his leg and made a shooting gesture, intentionally slowing down the pace.

  The goalkeeper did come out and tried to close down his shooting angle.

  At the same time, behind Chen Haonan, two flying kicks suddenly appeared!

  Are you paralyzed? Chen Haonan originally wasn't really shooting, his right foot only stretched back halfway and quickly returned.

  He can't compare with Flying Squirrel's two legs in terms of speed, but he came prepared.

  His right foot had just landed, and his left heel followed, pushing to the right rear side. The ball obediently moved horizontally to the right, and at the same time, Chen Haonan's body also followed to the right, instantly arriving in front of Nio Fillet.

  Finally, the ball rolled quietly to the latter's feet.

  "Ah ha! This is the most comfortable assist I've ever had..."

  Neyo Fillet's casual touch, the ball obediently rolled into the net...

  Then comes Neo's exaggerated sprinting figure...

  At least flew fifty meters, then rushed to the substitute bench, and then hugged with teammates, still roaring in his mouth.

  Is this a World Cup final goal? So exciting?!

  Chen Haonan didn't know that was Neuer's first goal, so he naturally didn't understand why Neuer was so excited.

  And what's more, why are his teammates also excited as if they had won the World Cup? Chen Haonan really didn't understand.

  Half a minute later, he suddenly realized.

  "Haha, I won! After training is over, you guys have to settle the bill..." Captain Andrea Tudo excitedly raised Neo Fiolet's hand high and loudly said to his teammates.

  It turned out... they were betting on the ball, no wonder it was so exaggerated. Chen Haonan finally couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

  "You... can't even score a goal yourself? Must you give it to Neill Fiert?" A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Chen Haonan, startling him.

  Turning around subconsciously, it turned out to be Karanka Newell.

  What's wrong with you, trying to scare me to death? Is Iron Tree blooming? Isn't this guy always pretending to be deep...

  "Why...?" he asked in puzzlement.

  "Because most of us have bet on Neuer not scoring, this is his first goal since joining the team... We've all lost a thousand reais on him!!!!!!" Kalanka Newville finally abandoned his previous sleepy expression and turned into a bitter melon face, with painful emotions overflowing.

  "Huh……first time……then why did you desperately pass the ball to him just now? Aren't you afraid he'll score?" Chen Haonan's eyes widened, thinking to himself "You guys didn't tell me, how was I supposed to know?! If you'd told Laozi earlier, Laozi would have bet 1,000 riyals too!!"

  "Are you an idiot? Haven't you seen that I'm passing high-difficulty balls all the time? Did he even touch the ball that one time?"

  Chen Haonan listened and thought for a moment, and suddenly it dawned on him, as if he had suddenly become enlightened.

  He wondered why he had to pass it so hard, and it turned out that he had planned it all along... Chen Haonan cursed in his heart, thinking that this team was still quite interesting, at least he wouldn't be lonely anymore.

  "Next time... I'll just... mourn and adapt..."