Chapter 48

"Coach, I can't play for that long..." Liu Hao did not stand up to warm up, his face showing embarrassment and difficulty.

There were still sixty minutes left in the game, and he knew very well that he couldn't play for that long.

Moreover, if he entered the game too early, it would definitely throw the team's defense off balance, making it seem like they were playing with one less player. Would it really make a difference whether he was there or not during the defense?

"I didn't plan for you to play the full sixty minutes. You only have ten minutes," Li Xiaopeng said calmly.

Oh! It turned out he had misunderstood.

The coach only wanted him to play the first half!

But why not the second half instead of the first half?

Coach Li's thoughts were really hard to fathom...

However, he still took off his jacket and prepared to warm up.

There wasn't much to do, just stretching his legs, twisting his waist, and doing some light exercise.

With his limited stamina, if he exhausted himself during the warm-up, he wouldn't be able to play at all.

So he was more like stretching lazily... his obese body was particularly noticeable in front of the camera.

The fat guy is about to come on!

The fans seemed very excited.

"Xiaopang! Xiaopang! Xiaopang! Xiaopang!" The fans' voices grew louder, and in an instant, the entire stadium responded.

It seemed everyone was looking forward to his appearance.

Li Xiaopeng also felt gratified by this.

He was genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.

Liu Hao was also pleasantly surprised, never expecting to have so many fans.

Well, then he would warm up more seriously, not just stretch lazily. He needed to move his legs and feet, even if it was just lifting his legs in a funny way.

At the substitution area, the assistant coach had already raised the board.

Number 10 off! Number 14 on!

Number 10, of course, was the team's star foreign forward, Danalakh.

Being substituted at the 30th minute, one could imagine how helpless Li Xiaopeng felt.

Sigh... cheap things aren't good! Li Xiaopeng sighed. Danalakh was indeed very good in his younger days, but now at 32, his performance couldn't be compared to his prime!

Since Castillo didn't start, it was fine to substitute Liu Hao in the second half... it would just waste a substitution slot. This was Li Xiaopeng's thought, and even he found it a bit crazy.

He was willing to sacrifice a substitution slot just to get a goal sooner. Why did he trust Liu Hao so much?

What if he didn't perform well?

Liu Hao was already ready on the sidelines, but Danalakh was slowly walking off, his face very dark, very dark...

"Shit Li!" His Chinese wasn't perfect, but his years in China weren't wasted. However, once he got to the sidelines, he shut up. Venting was understandable, but if others heard, it would be a problem...

Castillo had the same thoughts.

Why not substitute someone else, but him? Was he, the star forward, just a decoration? His mood was similar to Mao Jianqing's last week.

Although his performance in the last game was indeed poor, it couldn't be decided based on just one game, right? After all, he was still a Costa Rican international.

Li Xiaopeng's preference for Liu Hao was a bit excessive!

Excessive to the point of letting him play in the first half!

Danalakh wasn't angry when he was substituted by Liu Hao last time because he had played for over 80 minutes.

But this time, he had only played for about 30 minutes, and the two substitutions couldn't be compared.

So when Liu Hao tried to give him a friendly hug, Danalakh angrily walked to the player tunnel, ignoring him, let alone greeting the coach.

This was the most embarrassing thing he had ever experienced.

Of course, this was also the first time Li Xiaopeng had made such a substitution. According to his usual style, he wouldn't be so rash, but now with Liu Hao, it was different!

We need to surprise the opponent!

"You get into position! I'll pass the ball!" As soon as he came on, he exchanged ideas with Mao Jianqing.

"OK! Let's do it your way!" Mao Jianqing agreed quite readily.

Football was the language of communication. He was so willing because he had quickly understood Liu Hao during yesterday's training.

Liu Hao's passes were too accurate! No one in the team could match him.

Even Mao Jianqing had to admit this.

He was indeed talented and couldn't be underestimated just because he was fat!

However, even the most accurate passes need someone to cooperate, right?

So when Liu Hao took a corner kick, he always aimed the ball at Mao Jianqing's head, helping him score several goals.

Li Xiaopeng also boldly put him in the starting lineup, replacing Castillo.

Yes, when Li Xiaopeng found that no one could get Mao Jianqing's passes, he decided to put Liu Hao up front, letting Mao Jianqing get into position and Liu Hao pass the ball!

Being at home, they were pressing the opponents.

But just pressing without scoring was unacceptable, so Li Xiaopeng took a risk, hoping to end the game before halftime.

The two key players were Mao Jianqing and Liu Hao.

Liu Hao touched the ball as soon as he came on, but it was just a throw-in.

Rumble—Rumble—As he threw the ball, his stomach rumbled.

It seemed the diarrhea was still affecting him, but he didn't feel physically weak?

After throwing the ball, he quickly ran back onto the field, thinking.

Usually, when someone has diarrhea, their legs feel weak, but when Liu Hao came out of the toilet, he felt nothing, just his stomach rumbling, which affected his mood.

As the rumbling became more frequent, Liu Hao became really worried. He should have told Li Xiaopeng about it, and he felt a bit guilty.

Just then, Mao Jianqing created a corner kick opportunity!

Mao Jianqing hugged the ball and ran over, placing it in Liu Hao's arms.

"Bro! It's up to you!" He said solemnly, showing infinite trust in Liu Hao.

Scoring the first goal in the second-tier league was the most important thing for him, and the opportunity was right there, as long as Liu Hao's ball reached him.

"Okay," Liu Hao inhaled, forcing out these two words, his expression somewhat strange.

Would he lose control? As he walked, he tightly clenched his buttocks, afraid that his bladder would suddenly give out...

Just hold on a bit longer, complete the assist first!

Front post! Liu Hao glanced at the crowded penalty area and chose the front post tactic without hesitation. Mao Jianqing's positioning was the same as in yesterday's training.

In other words, he just needed to take a corner kick like yesterday, and whether Mao Jianqing could seize the opportunity was up to him.

Pfft pfft pfft pfft... A series of farts, from light to heavy, as Liu Hao kicked the ball.

As Mao Jianqing leaped high and headed the ball.

Pfft—

A loud explosion at the corner flag...

Liu Hao's bladder finally lost control, completely letting go.

The sound was so clear that when the fans saw Mao Jianqing's successful header, they couldn't help but shift their gaze to the corner flag!

Liu Xiaopang, with his hands comically covering his protruding buttocks...

Oh! Li Xiaopeng, who had raised his hands to celebrate, immediately grabbed his hair, completely disbelieving!

"Juncai... hurry up!" This scene was familiar... Zang Jin recalled that Liu Hao had a similar unexpected moment last week, but last week it was his testicles, and this week it seemed to be his buttocks?

"Probably due to diarrhea, but I didn't bring any tetracycline..."

"Wait... bring a pair of shorts." Li Xiaopeng added, thinking, "For a grown man to still..."

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