Chapter 42

Really deceived... Mao Jianqing made no effort to hide his disappointment. Seeing Liu Hao stretching his fat waist on the sidelines, ready to enter the game, two streams of tears were about to pour out.

What use could he possibly have? A face full of sorrow, completely unable to understand what Li Xiaopeng was playing at, not using him but a fat guy instead?

Although he had no ill will toward Liu Hao, he was filled with intense dissatisfaction toward Li Xiaopeng...

The widest orange figure on the Lotus Stadium field suddenly stood on the pitch.

Since he replaced Da Nalaha, his position must naturally be a forward, right?

The fans in the stands immediately burst into scattered laughter, spreading from all directions to the field.

"Does Qingdao Zhongneng have no players left? Is the substitute bench's Mao Jianqing really not as good as a fat guy? This is a joke!"

"This guy, if he can play, I would definitely perform better than him on the field!"

"Do you even need to play? I think if I go home and train those two little pigs, they could play better than him!"

Liu Hao's entry immediately became a topic of discussion among the fans, making the atmosphere much livelier than before.

However, the coaching staff of Rizhiquan was somewhat agitated.

"That guy, I remember that guy!" An assistant coach jumped up from the bench and ran to the head coach of Rizhiquan, "That guy is the fat guy who eliminated Lan Dao Haoniu in the promotion match! Definitely!"

"What's going on?" The head coach of Rizhiquan was completely confused, not understanding what the assistant coach was trying to say. What promotion match? Does the fat guy in front of him look like he's capable of that? Even if Cristiano Ronaldo or Messi were on the field, he wouldn't be this excited, right?

"Um..." The assistant coach was taken aback, not expecting the head coach to not know Liu Hao, "I can't explain it now, we need to quickly tell the players to be careful and not to commit any fouls! It will be too late if we don't!"

He clearly remembered the scene when Liu Xiaopang scored the decisive goal against Lan Dao Haoniu. If Liu Xiaopang really scores a goal now, the three points they were about to secure would turn into one.

"Eight Ring is always Eight Ring, do you expect him to turn into Sun Wukong?" The head coach was displeased when he heard the assistant coach's words. What was this? Giving orders on how to set up the team? Isn't he just a fat guy who looks like Zhu Bajie?

On the contrary, bringing on a fat guy as a forward clearly meant giving up on the idea of attacking!

While he was negating the assistant coach's words, Liu Hao had already moved to the right flank.

Of course, he couldn't be a real forward; he had to be a winger.

Although there has never been such a fat and slow winger in history...

According to his thinking, he would rather stand on the flank to create space for his teammates than stand there doing nothing.

He stood on the right flank, and the left back of Rizhiquan who was originally defending that area sneered coldly.

Defending such a fat guy? It's almost a done deal! So he ignored Liu Hao, keeping at least three meters away from him. For him, even if Liu Hao advanced with the ball, he could easily catch up and take it away in two steps!

Li Xiaopeng must have lost his mind, bringing this guy on without fear of being fired by the club?

Without a forward, what do these guys want to do? Zou Zheng dribbled the ball toward the center, but didn't pass it.

The Rizhiquan players definitely retreated, as the game was almost over, and they would pull back their defense to protect the 2-1 lead.

Almost everyone returned to defend, with one-on-one marking.

Only Liu Hao was a bit awkward.

The defender marking him probably wanted to help his teammates defend the center, so Liu Hao's area was empty.

Liu Hao's teammates had no intention of passing to him, instead passing the ball back and forth in front of the penalty area, occasionally passing it back to the midfield.

This was exactly what Rizhiquan wanted, making it even easier for them!

After three minutes, Liu Hao had been running and stopping on the right side, only able to do one thing: create space for his teammates.

But his teammates seemed to have no intention of attacking?

Li Xiaopeng kept blowing his whistle on the sidelines, giving instructions, but his anxious expression showed that the players were not following his tactical arrangements...

Brother! I'm anxious too, don't you see the referee right next to me? Can I fake a fall? Zou Zheng was also anxious, not that he didn't want to fall, but he had no chance!

Li Xiaopeng's instructions were simply to push forward with the ball, create a free kick in a chaotic situation, but the main referee seemed to be tireless, still lively and following the player with the ball, as if he had a magnifying glass...

Zou Zheng had no choice but to pass the ball back, and his teammates continued to pass the ball around in front of the penalty area.

But who likes to have a time bomb in front of their goal? The head coach of Rizhiquan was also nervous, quickly signaling his players to push the Zhongneng players forward, to avoid accidentally destroying the goal.

In the last few minutes, the pressure from both sides intensified again, as if the climax of a love affair was approaching, a final sprint...

The Zhongneng team's layered advancement and comfortable passing suddenly broke down, and they finally made a mistake.

In the chaos, a teammate hurriedly passed the ball to the right side.

At the time, no one was sure who it was.

If it was Liu Xiaopang, he wouldn't have passed it, because the coach said to pass the ball to him for set pieces, not to pass to him, as this guy's ball control was almost zero... 99% chance of losing the ball!

But fortunately, the pass was short, so short that Liu Hao wasn't at all panicked.

Moreover, Liu Hao didn't intend to control the ball!

After being "strolled" on the field for more than five minutes, the moment he saw the ball coming, he suddenly thought of shooting?

The ball rolled very slowly, as if it was being placed in a perfect position for Liu Hao to shoot, seamlessly coordinated.

Liu Hao, standing about three meters from the right touchline, kicked the ball directly!

This move was too unexpected.

Was he going to cross?

Everyone on the sidelines looked at Liu Hao's leg, which was as thick as a tree trunk, in disbelief, because there were no Zhongneng players in the Rizhiquan penalty area!

What was the point of such a cross?

Outside the foot! The moment Liu Hao's right foot touched the ball, even he was surprised.

His mind couldn't keep up with his foot! It was somewhat out of his control!

The guy standing three meters away from Liu Hao watched the ball fly over his head like a cannonball, with no reaction at all...

And the other center backs waiting in front of the penalty area didn't realize that Liu Hao's "cross" was actually heading for the near post of the goal.

The goalkeeper was the most unfortunate. Not only did he not take the near post seriously, but his positioning was also quite forward, and he didn't even have time to raise his hands...

The assistant coach of Rizhiquan, whose heart had been pounding, was now shattered, not sure how he managed to stuff both fists into his mouth.

The head coach, who had ignored his advice, stood like a wooden stake, becoming a thousand-year-old fossil.

Only one person cheered immediately.

Li Xiaopeng puffed out his chest, pulled his hands back, and roared, as if he had predicted this scene all along...

"Damn, you motherfucker!"

"Is this possible? How can such a ball be scored? Even a sow can climb a tree?"

The local fans of Rizhiquan went crazy, cursing in Cantonese.

One person, however, seemed very confused, having been playing with his phone and looking indifferent, Mao Jianqing had no idea what had happened...

(Brothers, please give some recommendations. If the writing is not good, please bear with me, and if there are any issues, please point them out. I will always write with a learning attitude.)

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