Chapter 58

Not only Li Xiaopeng thought so.

In fact, if we were to replace the top free-kick masters from the international football scene to take this free-kick, it's estimated that no more than five would choose to shoot. Let's count them.

The first one who might take the shot is Cristiano Ronaldo. He always has a strong desire to shoot, and his right foot can generate immense power. Taking a free-kick from forty meters away is quite normal for him...

The second one who might take the shot is the retired Roberto Carlos. His golden left foot can destroy any obstacle as long as he strikes the ball accurately... Don't believe it? Ask the former Chinese national goalkeeper An Qi; he knows Carlos' football skills very well.

The third one who might take the shot is the recently retired Juninho. He takes the shot because his accuracy is incredibly high. For him, taking a free-kick from forty meters away is no different from taking one from twenty meters away, and the probability of scoring is even higher.

The fourth one who might take the shot is, of course, David Beckham with his golden right foot, but the probability of him shooting is very low because Beckham has never been a selfish player; he would choose to pass.

The fifth one who might take the shot? That would be Liu Hao right in front of us!

Although he doesn't have the elegant shooting posture, the formidable reputation, or the famous skills of the first four,

he has unparalleled confidence!

He is the Marshal Tianpeng, who commands ten thousand celestial soldiers, unique and one of a kind!

After seeing Liu Hao's spectacular free-kick, no one would miss such a moment! Many Qingdao Zhongneng fans opened their phones and turned on the camera or photo function.

Some stood up, tiptoed, and focused their gaze on the largest figure on the field.

Yes, they believe that Little Fat Liu can bring surprises.

Whether it's a goal or an assist, there's definitely something to look forward to! This blind expectation and worship is unprecedented.

At the moment of man and ball becoming one, people seemed to see two balls.

One ball drew a rainbow in the air, and the other spun like a top on the grass...

Yes, at the moment Liu Hao kicked the ball, he couldn't stand steady. His left foot, used as a support, couldn't withstand the rotational force generated by his right foot, causing his entire body to spin counterclockwise!

One circle, two circles... In just over a second, Liu Hao spun two circles and then fell to the ground with a thud!

The real ball, however, plummeted into the goal at that moment! Goal!

Damn! Another incident! Li Xiaopeng's first reaction was not that the ball went in, but that Liu Hao had another incident!

He was driven mad! Everyone was driven mad! A free-kick from forty meters away actually went directly into the goal!

The players in the penalty area, who were rushing around trying to score or clear the ball, were all stunned.

He never intended to pass! They had been working in vain!

The stands erupted with thunderous applause, cheers, and screams, like the effect of a Korean idol suddenly appearing, overwhelming and surging.

Oh... With his right cheek pressed against the grass, Liu Hao only realized he had scored after hearing this terrifying sound, and he forgot the pain on his face, struggling to stand up.

But just as he was about to straighten his back, he was pushed down.

Mao Jianqing was the first to pounce without hesitation, pinning him down with his entire body.

"Brother Fat, you're amazing!"

Pfft! Liu Hao tried to speak but could only exhale a mouthful of air.

Then the second teammate pounced, and Liu Hao felt the weight on his back double.

Don't they know this could crush someone?!

Pfft! The third teammate pounced in a similar manner.

Damn! This isn't like a male dog chasing a female dog, do you have to do this?

"Quick... quick... can't breathe... let go!"

One day, I'll be crushed to death by these guys! Panting heavily, Liu Hao couldn't accept being defiled by these guys on the field, wondering if Mao Jianqing's certain part had aimed at his certain part...

After being tormented by his teammates for more than half a minute, they finally got off him.

Sigh... It felt like being a Japanese AV actress, being ravaged by a group.

When Liu Hao stood up, he shook his hands and patted his buttocks, a dirty thought popping up in his mind.

Fortunately, nothing happened... Team leader Zang Jinchuan took a deep breath. Such a celebration method, could it also help with weight loss? At least it helps with detoxification!

Team doctor Yang Juncai, who was almost called to the field again, held a ball of cotton and a band-aid, apparently preparing to treat Liu Hao...

There's always something after a goal! Just like women have their periods every month! Yang Juncai realized this, and this realization made him always prepared, as long as Liu Hao stood in front of the ball.

"It's impossible! Oh, my God!!!" On the Wuhan Zall coaching bench, Baisek kept shaking his head, muttering, completely disbelieving that the goal was real, "extraterrestrial being!"

Baisek was already cautious and respectful of Liu Hao, but the situation far exceeded his expectations.

This is just the Chinese second-tier league, not one of the top five European leagues, how can such a freak exist?!

"Dad scored! Dad is so awesome!" Liu Hao's son, Liu Bao, danced around, equally excited.

Zhang Yu looked slightly awkward, as his child mistook Little Fat Liu for Liu Hao, who was still somewhere else.

"Brat, that's not your dad, your dad doesn't have such long hair!"

"That's Dad, his hair is long!" Liu Bao answered innocently, "Dad used to shoot like that, I've seen it many times!"

"..." Zhang Yu was speechless. If your dad was that good, your mom wouldn't have to work.

Liu Hao wiped the dirt and grass from his face and said to Mao Jianqing with a serious and earnest tone, "Remember, after I score, don't ever press me down again! It was too scary! I almost got crushed to death!"

"Alright, next time you score, I'll press you down enough!" Mao Jianqing nodded, smiling.

"Get lost, I don't like that! We still need to overturn the score, no nonsense."

...

There was still nearly half an hour left in the game, the score was 1-1, and the end of the match was still far away.

But with one man down, Wuhan Zall had a good chance of holding the score, after all, there were seven defenders on the field! Five defenders plus two defensive midfielders, a typical super bus formation.

However, there's a freak like Little Fat Liu on the Zhongneng team, how do you defend? The Wuhan Zall players were afraid to commit fouls.

If they committed a foul nearby, Liu Hao might score again.

They had never seen such a terrifying player!

With such hesitation, they couldn't resist the Zhongneng team's attack.

Mao Jianqing, without the presence of Liu Shangkun, was even more at ease and played happily.

The remaining time was basically Liu Hao's time off, and Mao Jianqing took over the game.

At the 72nd and 78th minutes, Mao Jianqing, with his personal breakthrough ability, changed the score to 3-1! Victory was within reach.

"Let's take out Little Fat Liu." Li Xiaopeng finally crossed his hands and sat on the coaching bench, enjoying the game.

Although the last two goals had nothing to do with Liu Hao, he had equalized the score for the team.

After running for almost half an hour, Liu Hao was panting like a bull, his steps almost collapsing.

People, as long as they move, even just walking or strolling, consume calories, and it's even more so for fat people.

So when he knew he could be substituted, he never hesitated... Many big-name stars get angry when they are substituted early, but Liu Hao? On the contrary, why use half an hour when ten minutes can do the job?

This is consistent with his philosophy of playing, as long as he plays his best, he doesn't care about the playing time.

Just look at the substitute bench, where Da Nalaha was sitting with a sullen face, tightly next to Song Bo, both of them giving complex looks.

Whether it's hatred or jealousy, it's not good.

However, the enthusiastic applause from the fans drowned out these minor details...

When he walked off the field, Li Xiaopeng personally stood up and stepped forward to greet his protégé.

"Great job! Perfect performance." He shook hands warmly, the words simple but the best expression, "We'll attend the press conference together."

"Average, average, fortunately, I performed normally... Press conference? Uh... I'll see if I can arrange the time, I still have some things to take care of at noon..."

Normal performance? Gao Yao, standing nearby, rolled his eyes. If this is normal, what's abnormal? What about super-normal?

"Attend the press conference after the meeting. You've been with the team for so long without meeting the media and fans, which is not good. The club will fully support you in handling any matters, don't worry. The primary task now is to attend the press conference." Li Xiaopeng replied in a tone that brooked no argument.

He's right, who would refuse to attend a press conference when the coach asks? Others would be happy to attend, but the coach might not even bring them.

"Alright..." Not that I don't want to, I'm afraid of making a fool of myself... I wonder if that damn Yu Baojin has arrived. If he doesn't bring the medicine on time, I might cramp up during the press conference.

Calculating the time, it's about right, "Should I go to the locker room to change first?"

Behind every success, there's an excellent support team, and Yu Baojin was clearly doing just that.

Receiving a call from Liu Hao in the middle of the day, he was asked to go to a certain window frame in Liu Hao's house to get a key, then run to the basement to find some medicine, and immediately take a taxi to the Beining airport to deliver the medicine to the Qingdao Tian Tai Stadium...

This was almost an impossible task! But Yu Baojin completed it.

It's all the skills he developed from playing Counter-Strike in the past...

When playing CS, their precise second-by-second coordination made them invincible. Now, it's just precise to the hour, which is quite a challenge.

After taking a shower and changing into a sports outfit, Liu Hao attended the press conference as planned.

Before he could sit down, Li Xiaopeng was already being ignored by the reporters.

Even though he had been praising Liu Hao just now, it couldn't compare to the moment Liu Hao appeared.

The star's charisma was evident, and he himself had never received such treatment, even though he once kicked China into the World Cup, but compared to today, it was far off!

"Um, thank the Party, thank the people, thank all the relatives and friends who support and care about my football career, especially a friend who made a silent contribution today. Without the leadership and care of the Party, without..." Liu Hao started with this strange statement.

It left the reporters puzzled.

What kind of opening statement is this? What does this have to do with the Party and the people? Why thank the Party?

Uh! Too excited... Liu Hao, in a moment of excitement, habitually brought up the work reward summary.

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