The final whistle blew, and Manchester United defeated Tottenham 3-1!
Seeing the result, Cao Baiming satisfiedly closed the livestream. A sense of accomplishment welled up within him.
"Well done!" was not just for the players on the field, but for everyone in the team.
With this outcome, Cao Baiming knew that any further doubts from the fans were meaningless. Manchester United hadn't just beaten some random small team; they had defeated Tottenham, a team consistently ranked among the top in the Premier League.
Manchester United had once dominated the Premier League for a long period, and now, this Manchester United was back!
Most importantly, in this simple match, one could already see two completely different forms of the team under Guardiola's tutelage. And regardless of the form, both appeared incredibly strong. It was even visible that they still had room for improvement and could potentially become even stronger in the future.
These geniuses had only started playing together recently. If they played more matches and familiarized themselves with each other, becoming more coordinated, the team's overall strength would undoubtedly surpass this and reach new heights!
At this moment, Cao Baiming only wished for his Manchester United to grow rapidly into a sufficiently powerful team.
The current level was clearly not enough; they still had significant room for improvement. This was because in the tenth round of the league, their opponent would be Nottingham Forest, Cao Baiming's own team!
As players within Manchester United, they couldn't possibly forget this. The promise Cao Baiming had made before leaving was something they could never forget.
If the players could achieve victory in that match, it wouldn't just be a simple win; it would mean tens of millions of dollars in rewards! This was more than most of their annual salaries!
This match was over, but their fight was not. Everyone understood this in their hearts.
After watching the match, Cao Baiming finally got his wish and could now refocus his attention on the pitch.
Nottingham Forest had also researched their opponent, Leicester City. Unlike Chelsea, Leicester City's strength was not considered insurmountable for the team.
In past encounters between the two teams, Leicester City had only won half of the matches.
This was an interesting point. If one meticulously examined the past records on the Premier League standings, Leicester City's average ranking in the Premier League was significantly lower than Nottingham Forest's. This implied that their overall strength was not weaker than Nottingham Forest's, and perhaps even considerably stronger.
The reason for the evenly split results in past encounters was not difficult to understand; it was likely due to a subtle tactical counter-relationship between the teams, something that even the coaches of both sides hadn't fully grasped.
It was uncertain whether this situation would continue to be effective for the current team, as the entire tactical system had undergone a tremendous change with Cao Baiming's arrival.
Back on the training ground, the team members began to tease Cao Baiming. After he had showcased his magical footwork to the entire stadium and all the fans in the previous match, the football world was still buzzing with discussions.
The players of Nottingham Forest were not top football stars, and the gap between their value and Cao Baiming's was colossal.
As the only player from Tang Guo within the team, Cao Baiming naturally aroused curiosity. Was Tang Guo football truly that strong?
They had reached the World Cup final last time. Even though they lost to France in the end, it didn't mean their strength was truly far inferior to France's.
This was because the biggest core player for the Tang Guo team, Cao Baiming, had been completely crippled by a dirty tackle from the Samba legion in the previous match and had even been hospitalized. Losing the game under such circumstances was not a disgrace.
Could it be that the mysterious power from the East, spoken of in hushed tones, truly existed?
Fans had compiled various miraculous plays by Cao Baiming during matches. Whenever the camera on the pitch focused on him, they would rewatch the footage dozens of times!
These short clips were broken down into seven or eight segments. Simultaneously, this content was being shared wildly online, completely going viral.
As Cao Baiming's teammates, how could they not have seen these things, and how could they not care?
On the field, it might not have been as clear, but now, by watching replays, some of them hadn't slept well for days because of this matter.
They had never even witnessed Cao Baiming demonstrate such a shot that required no physical contact with the ball during training!
Today, they would definitely not let it pass. As Cao Baiming approached, everyone prepared the football, placing it at this spot in front of the goal, waiting for Cao Baiming to come and perform some real "kung fu football."
Seeing his teammates act in such a manner, Cao Baiming felt a wave of speechlessness.
This was not "kung fu football" at all. Even with the system's boosts, it was merely enhancing his abilities within the bounds of physical laws!
"Come on, everyone wants to see closely. If you have such good skills, how can you not teach us?"
Everyone joined in the excitement. Even the head coach stood by, genuinely hoping that other players could learn something from Cao Baiming's unique skills. Even if they couldn't grasp the essence, learning a little bit would be enough to significantly improve the team's overall strength. This was a good thing, a great thing.
Helplessly, Cao Baiming nodded gently, then took a step, slowly walking towards the football.
"I will only demonstrate once, so watch carefully!"
After speaking, Cao Baiming's gaze turned towards the goal.
These teammates had no good intentions. The ball was not placed at a penalty spot; it was a full 40 meters away from the goal. However, they likely knew Cao Baiming, and such a distance was not difficult for him.