The Spanish national team manager, Aragones, sat in the stands. Occasionally, he would lower his head and jot down notes in his notebook.
Up until now, the Spanish players on the field had not satisfied him. Although both sides were playing offensive football, the only goal was a direct goal from a set piece.
The commentator, Dagestino, had called on him to recruit Sporting de Gijón's young player, Juan Carlos, into the national team. Aragones had heard about it.
He had also paid special attention to Carlos's performance today. He could only say that it was average. For the time being, there was nothing that caught his eye.
Aragones advocated technical football and offensive football. A pure defensive player like Carlos was not the type of player he liked.
Moreover, in Aragones' opinion, this young man was a little reckless. The foul on Baraja was a little too impatient. The spot of the foul was still debatable.
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Far away in Los Angeles, Alice, Miss Betty, and Shakira were also discussing Carlos. They all knew that he was Alice's younger brother.
"Wow, Little Baldy!" Shakira shouted. "So cute!"
Alice also had a strange expression. She did not expect to see her younger brother suddenly shaving his head bald. Carlos, who was originally a little cold and even a little fierce, looked even fiercer at this time. How was he cute as Shakira said?!
Sporting de Gijón wanted to equalize the score. They tried their best to find a way to score, but Ranieri's Valencia was also very careful in defense. An Italian coach's team was always more experienced in defense. Therefore, Sporting de Gijón had not found a good way to score for a long time!
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Li Ang stood on the sidelines with his chin in his hands. His eyes were fixed on the field. His eyes seemed to be shining with wisdom.
He noticed that whether it was Sporting de Gijón, Albertini, Modric, Dinatale, or Diego Milito, they were all marked by their opponents in offense. Ranieri's Valencia's defense was very similar to the Italian team. They set up layers of defense and left almost no blind spots. Moreover, Li Ang could see that Ranieri was well prepared for this game. It could even be said that he valued Sporting de Gijón very much. This could be said to be the first powerhouse team that really valued Sporting de Gijón!
It was Sporting de Gijón's first attack. Modric was in front to receive the ball. The ball was under his feet, left and right. At the same time, he was observing the situation in front of him. However, he did not find a suitable way to pass the ball.
At that moment, Li Ang's eyes lit up. He saw Carlos. Carlos was at the back of the midfield. He saw that Modric was in trouble, so he ran up. However, Modric did not pass the ball to Carlos. The other Valencia players did not seem to care too much about Carlos.
In the end, Sporting de Gijón's attack ended with Modric's forceful long shot that went over the crossbar.
A minute later, there was a dead ball opportunity on the field. Aimar was pulled down by Modric. The former complained to the referee.
Li Ang took the opportunity to call Albertini to the sidelines and whispered a few words to him.
Albertini looked at Li Ang in surprise. When he saw the determination in Li Ang's eyes, he nodded to show that he understood.
After that, Albertini ran back to the field and passed the manager's tactical instructions to everyone. Everyone was surprised, but since it was the manager's tactical instructions, they could only carry it out.
Carlos also looked at the sidelines in surprise. He did not expect the manager's tactical instructions to let him participate in the attack and give him the chance to finish the shot!
"Don't look!" Albertini came up and patted Carlos on the shoulder. "The manager said that after practicing long shots for a few days, he wants to see your results!"
Carlos scratched his bald head. His eyes shone brightly as he looked forward. At the end of his line of sight, he saw Valencia's goal!
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"So far, the match has been going on for thirty minutes. Sporting de Gijón and Valencia are on par. It can be seen from the midfield that the match is in a delicate balance. Both teams are attacking fiercely and switching between offense and defense very quickly. Both teams seem to have a lot of chances, but they can't capitalize on them. Valencia's goal is a set piece! "
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"… Thirty minutes have passed without us noticing! Time has passed so quickly. The intense match made us forget about the passage of time. Other than the lack of goals and attacks, this is a perfect match! "
The score was still zero to one. Valencia was in the lead.
"Sporting de Gijón is attacking fiercely, but they can't seem to find a way to score!"
As soon as González finished his sentence, Sporting de Gijón launched an attack. It was a sudden attack. Albertini passed a long ball from the backfield to Ribéry on the flank.
The Frenchman's stop of the ball was admirable. He stopped the ball not far away from him. He used the momentum to accelerate and passed Carbone, who was defending him, without any hindrance!
"Beautiful stop! Beautiful pass! "Dagestino shouted.
Ribéry looked up at the direction of the goal, then changed direction and sped up. Diego Milito in the middle raised his arm and followed up. Valencia's defenders, Torres and Marchena, did not dare to slack off. They stuck close to the front and back to defend.
Carbone, who had just been bypassed, was also chasing back at high speed. His target was Ribéry.
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At this time, Carlos suddenly cut in.
Canizares saw Carlos cutting in. He knew that the kid was going to participate in the attack, but he reminded his teammates loudly, "Ignore him! Watch the others! "
In the old Spanish goalkeeper's mind, the midfielder was no threat at all. If he came in, he might be able to help Valencia with a ridiculously high shot.
When Ribéry saw Carlos coming up, he did not pass to Carlos immediately. Instead, he passed the ball over the top and passed it to Di Natale. This confirmed his judgment that Carlos was no threat. Did he not see that his teammates were ignoring him running up?!
Di Natale had his back to the goal. It looked like he was going to turn around forcibly.
"Don't let him turn around!" Canizares shouted.
At this time, Di Natale suddenly turned around forcibly. He faced the goal head-on, which scared Baraja, who was guarding him. He was about to go up to block the opponent's possible shot, but he was surprised to find that there was no football at the Italian's feet!
Where was the ball?!
"Beautiful!" Dagestino shouted. When Di Natale had just turned around, he discreetly knocked the football to his left with his heel.
Then someone rushed up like a leopard!
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"A chance for a long shot — is that Carlos?" Seeing that it was Carlos who rushed up to shoot a long shot, Dagestino's voice suddenly lowered. If it were someone else, there might be a chance to score a long shot, but Carlos …
But in the next second, Dagestino's eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold in disbelief.
"Juan Carlos's long shot!!" Dagestino's roar was trembling, indicating that he was not calm at this time.
The football was kicked by Carlos. It was like a cannon shell being fired. A white light flashed and went straight to the goal!
At this moment, Canizares suddenly felt regret from the bottom of his heart — why did he shout "don't worry about him"?
Carlos firmly remembered what the boss had told him. He did not have to think so much about his long shot. Shoot with force! Force! Force! Press the football down and shoot! That's enough! That's enough!
The coach said: Force creates miracles!
Force!
Press down!
Force creates miracles!
Carlos roared!
The football stuck close to the turf. It was as fast as the wind and as fast as fire!
It swept past the feet of so many people in the crowded penalty area. No one touched the football, and the football almost blasted straight ahead!
Then, almost sticking to the goalpost, it crazily crashed into the net and sent the snow-white net flying high!
"God, ahhhhh!" Dagestino's voice trembled as if something was stuck in his throat. He roared with all his might, as if to yell out the thing that was stuck in his throat. He roared, "Goooool!"
This was definitely the craziest "Goooool" he had roared these days!!!!
PS: Update 10! I did it! Ahhh! Twenty hours of sitting motionless in front of the computer. I lost track of time and even forgot my exhaustion. Now, I did it!
Brothers, are there any more monthly votes?! Are there any more?! It seemed to be infinitely close to Old Lin's anus.
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