Only one person knew what Li Ang had done.
Francisco José Palada looked at the football that he had kicked out. It went straight into the net!
He looked at the trembling net.
Palada was in a daze. At this time, his first reaction was not to celebrate the goal, but to look at the sidelines subconsciously.
When he was hesitating just now, he heard Li Ang's roar. It was completely a subconscious action and he completed this powerful long shot!
Then the ball went in!
He had been looking for a goal in the first half of the game. He worked very hard. He really worked very hard to score a goal. However, he was intercepted by the opponent time and time again. He did not even seize the opportunity for a one-on-one ball.
Now, that guy had reprimanded him. That guy said that he was not decisive enough and that he was acting cool. He even threatened him.
Now, he listened to that guy and raised his leg to shoot. Then, the ball went in!
The young man's mind was in a mess.
He was ashamed that he had subconsciously listened to Li Ang's roar. This was a rebellious mentality of a big boy.
Of course, there was also the joy of scoring a goal! Was this goal beautiful? Of course, it was beautiful. This was a very wonderful long shot! Was this not the beautiful goal that he, Palada, had been chasing? Although it was not the kind of goal that connected behind many people, such a beautiful long shot also had its beauty!
There was also a kind of confusion. Was he really wrong? That guy was so right! That guy was really good?! What did he ask him to do? What did he ask him to do? Just like that, he scored?!
This child was now a mixture of joy, unwillingness and confusion.
Then, he was hugged by some of the players who came over to celebrate.
They patted Palada's shoulder and loudly praised how beautiful the goal was.
At the sidelines, the fans cheered. They temporarily put down the question mark and happily cheered for the goal.
This was a goal by Palada that they supported and supported. This goal was really beautiful.
"Palada, you're the best."
"This goal is really beautiful, Palada!"
"Well done!"
Of course, there were still some fans who did not forget their purpose of coming today while praising Palada. They began to attack Li Ang.
"Chinese man, you saw it. This is Palada! This is his strength! "
"Chinese, get out of Maleo!"
"Our Pallada needs a better coach!"
However, at this time, other fans who had different opinions spoke up.
Dross Sammartini Bader Kurey pointed to the technical area on one side of the field and shouted to his companions, "Why don't you see the credit of the coach?"
"What credit can he have?" The fan who attacked Li Ang the most fiercely shouted.
"Harvey! Are you blind? " Bader Kurey said angrily. "Just now, we all saw the coach call Pallada over. Then when he returned to the field, Pallada scored."
"That doesn't mean that he was the one who scored the goal! This is Pallada's good shot, "Harvey Gradro said.
"I think I just heard the Chinese player shout to shoot, and then Palada shot," a voice said weakly.
"Shut up, Kudoj!" Harvey Gradro shouted at his brother.
Cuddly Gradro didn't dare to argue with his brother and lowered his head. This was a somewhat timid child. If it weren't for his brother, Harvey Gradro, who had been protecting him, he would have been bullied by others.
Bader Kurey was very happy. He asked Kudoj Gradro, "Kudoj, now that you mention it, I also think I heard it just now, but I didn't pay attention."
"I didn't hear it," Harvey Gradro said.
"You're pretending not to hear it," Bader Kurey said sarcastically.
Gradro and Bader Kurey were obviously the two leaders of this group of fans. When the two of them disagreed, the others came to persuade them to stop arguing and watch the game.
At the same time, when he saw the goal, Manuel Arango stood up from his seat in the stands. He waved his fist vigorously. He had been provoked by that bastard for most of the game, and now he could finally vent his anger.
Mr. Andros Pico-Romaginhos, the chairman of the Orléans Football Club, looked a little flustered and frustrated. He cursed the team's defense.
There's a saying, 'Seeing you so unhappy makes me even happier.'
Old Arango was in such a mood at this time. It was as if he had drunk half a glass of cold beer on a hot day. He groaned comfortably from his spleen to his pores.
He also deliberately extended his hand to the frustrated Orléans chairman, Andros Pico-Romaginhos. "It's a pity, Mr. Andros Pico-Romaginhos," he said with a smile. "This was really a good game."
The expression on Mr. Andros Pico-Romaginhos' face became more awkward, and his hand was in the air. He could not grasp it, nor could he accept it.
Well done! Boy!
The Sporting de Gijón chairman cheered in his heart.
On the field, the Sporting de Gijón players were still celebrating the goal. They knew that this goal was not easy to come by.
The tactics formulated by the manager were like this. The whole team served Pallada and let Pallada score the goal.
Although this more or less made the players feel uncomfortable, why did the whole team have to serve that guy? That guy never thought of himself as a member of the team!
Yes, the other players were not fools. They could all feel that Pallada's mind was not here.
However, at this moment, when Pallada scored, the other players also forgot these unhappiness. They were really happy!
They were different from Pallada. They were the most upright players cultivated by Sporting de Gijón's youth. They had feelings for the team. Coupled with the stimulation and education from Li Ang's touching words, the whole team was now united as one, vowing to play well!
At this time, this goal released the emotions that everyone had been suppressing for a long time.
This was excitement that they had not felt in a long time!
Pallada was surrounded by everyone. Everyone congratulated him on this goal. Their smiles and congratulations came from the bottom of their hearts.
This was something that Pallada rarely felt when he came to Sporting de Gijón. At this moment, the young man also had an inexplicable emotion in his heart. This feeling seemed to be very good.
After all, he was a young man. In fact, he did not have many crooked thoughts. It was easier for him to be moved.
At this time, someone stole the show.
The Sporting de Gijón B team manager rushed into the field and shouted loudly.
"Listen to me! Listen to me! "
The players heard someone shouting. At first, they did not care. Then they heard a roar. "Little guys! Listen to me! "
This time, they realized that the person shouting was the coach because only the coach had the right to call them "little guys".
Then they were shocked. Why did the coach rush into the field? He could not rush in to celebrate a goal.
Everyone looked at the coach. Many players' eyes were shining. They were now beginning to believe in the coach. This was not convinced by words, but by the coach's tactics and by the goal.
PS: Second update.
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