Chapter 74

Is there someone like Liu Hao who is so arrogant?

Who said that Shandong Luneng has no stars? Is Wang Yongbo not a star? Is Han Peng not a star? Is Zhou Haibin not a star? Is Li Lei not a star? Is Wang Liang not a star?

There are plenty of them, and Qingdao Zhongneng only has Mao Jianqing and Liu Hao.

That Da Nalaha, he’s nothing now!

The advertisement from Qingdao Zhongneng is too provocative.

At the same time, Liu Hao had just sat down on the bench when he was targeted by a laser pointer.

Colorful laser pointers all aimed at him, lighting him up, which was much more stimulating than being filmed by a camera.

This was definitely prepared by the Shandong Luneng fans.

Liu Hao had to take off his jacket to cover his face; he never expected to receive such high-level treatment.

Laser pointers are usually used to target players on the field, but Liu Hao was targeted while on the bench, which was an honor...

"Shandong Luneng fans treat Liu Hao this way for two reasons: one, because during the recording of the program last night, Liu Hao offended them somewhat; two, because they are afraid of him. However, with Shandong Luneng's strong strength, shouldn't it be no problem to crush Qingdao Zhongneng? Why use such a despicable trick?" Su Maozhen, appearing as a commentator for the first time on TV, hit the nail on the head about the reason for Liu Hao's current suffering.

"Old Mao, your Haibull team is closely linked to Liu Hao. If it weren't for him, your Haibull might still be in the Jia League, now it can only play in the Yi League for another year," the Shandong host joked. Liu Hao kicked Xiguang Chao to the Jia League and kicked Haibull back to the Yi League, which is now almost common knowledge.

Su Maozhen, appointed in a crisis, took over the coaching baton from Zhang Nan, whose name sounds the same as Liu Hao's father-in-law, and continued to fight in the Yi League. Currently, his record is quite good, with four wins and two draws, topping the Yi League standings.

At this moment, when the host mentioned Liu Hao, Su Maozhen continued the conversation, "This kid really has some skills. If he were under my command, I would also use him like Li Xiaopeng... Who wouldn't want such a substitute ace? If possible, I hope to have the opportunity to work with him in the future. However, for this match, even with his presence, Qingdao Zhongneng cannot overcome this obstacle!"

"Have you ever thought about recruiting him? After all, you're both in Qingdao, and you have the advantage of proximity."

"I wouldn't dare. I'm afraid of being criticized by the fans. This guy has a grudge with Haibull fans, although he is loved by Zhongneng fans, he and Haibull fans are like oil and water..." Su Maozhen broke out in a cold sweat. If Liu Hao went to Haibull, wouldn't he be pelted with pig heads?

There's also a saying that rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows. He wouldn't compete with Li Xiaopeng for players.

But just as he finished speaking, a pig head really landed next to Liu Hao!

Bang! A white, tender pig head hit the ground with a thud!

The face of the pig head was clearly marked with the Arabic numeral 14.

The meaning was quite obvious, referring to Liu Hao, who was a pig head...

Already annoyed by the laser pointers, a pig head now appeared?

Who had the nerve to throw a pig head onto the field? What were the security guards doing? How did such a large pig head get into the stadium?

In history, only Figo was hit by a pig head, and Liu Hao was the second.

However, Figo was treated this way by fans because he betrayed Barcelona, and Liu Hao also earned the honor of being a pig head, which was a clear mockery.

For Qingdao Zhongneng, this was the first live broadcast match, and it was also Liu Hao's first appearance on TV. Was his first time too spectacular?

The security guards had just arrived, and the pig head was gone.

"Who had such quick hands to immediately confiscate the pig head?" Su Maozhen asked curiously.

In slow-motion replay, everyone discovered it was a stadium cleaner.

"It's a pity he didn't play. Look at his awareness in picking up the pig head; it's top-notch, reminding me of Inzaghi... The fan who threw the pig head must be disappointed. He spent hundreds of dollars to buy a pig head, and it was picked up as soon as it was thrown, only getting a moment of attention..."

This was a little side story before the match. Although the pig head incident was depressing, it didn't hurt anyone, right?

As Su Maozhen said, Shandong Luneng's strength far exceeded that of Qingdao Zhongneng, and Zhongneng couldn't resist.

The Luneng team crushed them without hesitation.

They led 3-0 in the first half.

The second half was unplayable, and even the second leg of the match didn't need to be played...

At this rate, it should be like this.

But Mao Jianqing, that kid, managed to score a goal from a corner kick just before halftime, making the score 1-3, giving Li Xiaopeng a bit of breathing room.

This was also the reason he wanted Liu Hao to warm up and play in the second half.

The laser pointers never stopped. It was more like Liu Hao was selling laser pointers, with his jersey lit up in various colors. At first glance, everyone thought there was a firefly flying on the field...

But who had seen such a large firefly?

"He definitely can't score this goal; he can't even open his eyes," Su Maozhen worried, "Little Fat's magic will end in this match."

Although he is now the head coach of Qingdao Haibull, he was once a star of Shandong Luneng and also wanted Luneng to win.

Liu Hao covered his forehead with his left hand to block the light and pulled up his shorts with his right hand, determined to kick the ball despite the interference.

It's just a laser pointer, right?

He could find a path even with his eyes closed! As long as he hit the ball and aimed accurately!

Liu Hao didn't even look up because he had already taken in everything in front of him. He just needed to focus on the ball and kick it.

At that moment, Liu Hao's body seemed to turn into a flame, transforming...

Of course, this was all due to the fans. To prevent him from taking a good free kick, the laser pointers suddenly became ten times brighter, creating the illusion that Liu Hao had transformed.

In a burst of colorful light, the ball soared over the wall and into the net.

Everything seemed so light and easy.

All obstacles would not be obstacles.

...

The Shandong Luneng Stadium fell silent.

Liu Hao actually scored the free kick. Was he a god or a devil?

How did he do it? Could he score with his eyes closed?

"Unsolvable Liu Hao, unsolvable free kick, I'm being overturned..." Su Maozhen sighed, almost going crazy.

Li Xiaopeng, though prepared, still couldn't help but give a passionate bear hug to Gao Yao when the surprise came.

There used to be a saying, "Whoever has Ibrahimovic wins the league." Now, whoever has Liu Hao scores goals...

Under such terrifying treatment, he still managed to score. There were no words to describe it. Unless he was wearing special glasses, how could he not be affected?

The fans had forgotten about the laser pointers, and Liu Hao rubbed his eyes, finally seeing the ball in the net.

Damn, did he really reach the level of man and ball as one? He secretly rejoiced.

A master doesn't need to worry about the angle when taking a free kick. At least the ball won't miss the goal, and whether it goes in or not depends on some luck.

A master only needs to glance at the goal and the wall...

But Liu Hao's kick just now was purely by feel!

A conscious feel.

To extend his career, he was exploring his own path forward.

As the saying goes, one good trick can last a lifetime!

"National treasure, such talent not participating in the Masters is a waste, fortunately for Nike." Su Maozhen couldn't help but admire, "If this guy were on a bigger stage, wouldn't it be beyond imagination? I've never seen such a unique player. Has our FA really buried so many talents? Now I realize there are serious problems with the national system!"

Su Maozhen unconsciously criticized the FA. He always believed that in such a large country, it wouldn't be difficult to find eleven outstanding players, but why is it so hard in reality...

A 30-year-old guy, why did he only become known to the world now? Isn't that strange?

If he were so good, he should have shown his talent ten years ago, like Mao Jianqing and the others...

This was what Su Maozhen couldn't understand.

Of course, what he couldn't understand was also what others couldn't understand.

If there were any famous stars in Xiguang Province, how could they escape the scouts' attention? But when everyone inquired, they found that this guy's past playing was simply unbearable, just third-rate.

Cai Jin, who could best prove his skills, said as the vice president of Xiguang Chao, "Back in college, Liu Hao wasn't even worthy of carrying shoes for others... Maybe his intelligence developed late, and he suddenly got it in the past few years?"

Cai Jin was his best friend, so he spoke without reservation.

2-3. Qingdao Zhongneng pulled the score to one goal, which no one could have predicted.

If he gets another free kick, will he equalize the score?

Shandong Luneng's head coach Antic was also a well-traveled old man. What kind of player hadn't he seen? At 66, he really thought his eyes were getting blurry.

If his team had such a player, why would they need foreign players? To everyone's surprise, Antic actually clapped lightly.

What? The opposing head coach applauding Liu Hao?

"This guy should be locked up, not let out, if we meet him again!" Su Maozhen envied, "In less than half a year, someone will probably bring him to a bigger stage. We can imagine, could he become the first Chinese player to play in Europe? Imagine Real Madrid and Bayern Munich in the 90th minute of the Champions League final, the score still 1-1, and Ancelotti directly substitutes Liu Hao, then... Just thinking about it is exciting!" Su Maozhen fantasized.