The fans watched it all, but they had seen through everything. The chance of this group of guys stopping Chao Ba Ming was probably smaller than being struck by lightning on the street.
This time, Muderli and Matt coordinated their efforts to stop Ming's advance, but they were dizzy with two precise feints.
However, this time Monte did not freeze foolishly in place as he had last time, but chose to make a tackle in time.
After failing several times, he finally grasped some pattern this time. Although he didn't touch the football, Monte successfully touched Cao Ba Ming's foot!
Having achieved half of his goal, Monte was secretly pleased, even though he knew he would be carded soon.
Who knew that Cao Ba Ming's physical fitness had become incredibly strong at this moment? Monte was almost falling down, blocking Cao Ba Ming's path, but Cao Ba Ming didn't need to dodge. He just walked past calmly, his center of gravity not even affected.
It wasn't that he couldn't dodge, but he simply didn't bother. Cao Ba Ming successfully bypassed Matt, a slight smile on his lips.
His gaze turned towards the goal, his eyes flashing. The fans knew that this flash was the harbinger of an imminent goal!
With a physical attribute of 216 points, could one person easily tackle him? Too naive!
Although this physical attribute couldn't be precisely converted, if you were to compare it, it would be like placing a three-ton iron block in front of you.
Without centuries of training, it would be impossible to have any effect on him. With Monte's small physique, there was no need to think further.
At this moment, Cao Ba Ming looked towards the goal. Several clear white lines had appeared on the path, one of which was a direct shooting line, with numbers flickering between 95 and 96.
It had been a long time since he had attempted a powerful shot from such a distance! Wasn't this opportunity a perfect one? He couldn't hold back any longer!
In an instant, speed attributes and physical attributes were once again converted into shooting attributes. Cao Ba Ming could now easily control these attribute conversions and complete the best combination in a very short time.
This was all the result of practice!
As the shooting attribute directly converted from the previous 160 points to a full 300 points, a wave of heat spread from his body to his limbs.
Cao Ba Ming felt his thigh exert a slight force, and his entire muscle seemed to swell.
As the power originated from his thigh, the numbers displayed on the visible line were rapidly increasing. Unfortunately, no matter how much they increased, they could at most reach 99 and could not go any higher.
This number was undoubtedly more than enough. Cao Ba Ming began to exert force, preparing to take a shot!!
Suddenly, the shining white line in front of him vanished without a trace, as if the screen had suddenly gone black!
Cao Ba Ming's eyes lit up. Was the system bugged? No way, no way? How could the system have such a problem? He looked around; the passing lines were not significantly affected.
Just a second later, the referee's whistle suddenly blew! A "beep" made the hearts of all the fans pound.
Cao Ba Ming looked helpless. The power he had prepared for the shot had to be released again. His footsteps gradually slowed down, and he stopped the ball, turning to look in the direction of the sound.
The obstacle preventing him from scoring had always been the referee, not any other player.
Cao Ba Ming felt extremely helpless, as the referee was someone he couldn't afford to offend, perhaps the only person he couldn't afford to offend.
The fans were furious and shouted wildly, because they knew that if not for the whistle's interference, Cao Ba Ming would have taken a few more steps and shot. This was an almost guaranteed goal!
If these words were told to Chelsea fans or players, they would certainly not believe them, but this was the truth.
"What kind of whistle is that, don't you know how to officiate!!!"
"It was clearly Cao Ba Ming about to get such a good opportunity, and the referee just decided it. I can't believe there's such a move!"
"If you hadn't blown the whistle, damn it, he would have scored!"
"Chelsea bribed the referee for a fixed game! Brothers, let's go!"
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The referee on the field also realized that he might have made a mistake.
But he couldn't be entirely blamed. After all, Cao Ba Ming was more than 50 meters away from the goal at that moment. Based on the referee's usual experience, at that distance, the opportunity was generally not enough to be considered a clear goal-scoring chance.
Who could have expected in such a short time that Cao Ba Ming possessed the ability to shoot directly from that spot? This truly tested the referee's judgment in real-time.
Although he was an experienced referee who had officiated countless important matches like the Premier League, he was still human, and humans always had their limits.
Just then, a paper airplane flew from somewhere on the sidelines. A white speck, shining in the sun, descended from the sky over the stadium in a graceful arc, finally landing directly on the referee's shoulder.
Who knows which mischievous fan did this, but it was too coincidental.
At that moment, the entire stadium erupted in applause.
The match continued. Since the decision had been made, there was no turning back. It would never be retracted, and historically, nothing like this had ever happened.
The foul was committed by Mount. To appease the fans' emotions, the referee unhesitatingly produced a yellow card and walked towards Mount.
In his opinion, this was already a strict enough penalty, but the fans would certainly not be satisfied. It seemed like Mount had barely touched the ball and had gone straight for the player. If Cao Ba Ming's physical resilience hadn't prevented him from faking an injury, a red card wouldn't have been excessive.
However, Cao Ba Ming was an honest person and would never fake an injury.
For him, there was no need for such a thing. The referee awarded a free-kick, and Cao Ba Ming had scored directly from free-kicks in similar positions before!