"Charge! Brothers! We can still overtake them!!!"
At this moment, the players of Chelsea Football Club, watching the match from afar, were dumbfounded by the situation.
They were truly unsportsmanlike! These youngsters actually scored goals in such a manner. It was an unfair victory, and they condemned it, strongly condemned it!
Despite this, Chelsea had no choice. Fortunately, after losing to Nottingham Forest, they managed to salvage some dignity in their next match by decisively defeating Wolves with a 3-0 scoreline.
They could still be considered a strong team, it was just that Nottingham Forest had also become a strong team now.
If they still held onto that ingrained stereotype, the upcoming matches would undoubtedly drive them into a frenzy.
As the match progressed to this point, the spectators had already noticed the gap between the two teams. Although the scoreline suggested that Leicester City had managed to score a goal, they no longer held any advantage on the field. On the contrary, their disadvantage was becoming increasingly apparent.
Cao Baming, as always, played a role on the entire field. When the front line needed him, he would be there, and when the back line needed him, he would be there.
As they played, the football gradually became dull and uninspiring. Cao Baming's sole objective at this moment was to quickly complete the system's mission. Although the system's mission had no time limit, his specific task was to get it done in the first half of the match.
It was just a matter of scoring a goal; they could try multiple times.
The only problem now was that his teammates in Shen Bang were too weak. Perhaps they weren't that weak, but compared to the teammates he had in Lasi Stretch before, the difference was obvious.
If he consistently participated in defense in the backfield, making tackles, and organizing the initial offensive plays, then the final finishing would have to be left to his teammates.
Could he really trust these guys now? They still had plenty of room for growth. In other words, the current situation was unbearable to watch.
However, if he didn't personally participate in the build-up of play from the backfield, these guys wouldn't even be able to get possession of the ball, let alone make a good pass.
This was truly a difficult situation.
After much thought, there seemed to be only one feasible method: to take the ball from midfield and carry it all the way to the goal line to score it himself!
No sooner had he thought this, than Cao Baming personally demonstrated to all the fans present how easy it was to achieve this idea.
Speed attribute, maxed out! Dribbling and skill attribute, maxed out! Physical attributes didn't matter. He dribbled down the field in a single run, directly bypassing several players. By the time he reached the penalty area, the defenders were still in a state of bewilderment.
Cao Baming single-handedly dissected Leicester City's entire backline. If Hendrick hadn't resorted to a foul to stop him, Cao Baming would have intended to dribble the ball straight into the goal.
His physical attributes weren't high now, and Cao Baming knew he wouldn't have a significant advantage in direct physical confrontation. So, he'd simply go around them. With two simple feints, he maneuvered past them from behind. Combined with his incredible speed, which was more than twice that of his opponents, it wasn't difficult to bypass them over a larger distance.
Inside the penalty area, facing the goalkeeper, Cao Baming was incredibly calm. Remembering that the mission hadn't been completed yet, he took a shot.
With such a golden opportunity, there was no need to worry about wasting it, as chances like these were readily available. It was no big deal; they could always start over.
Immediately, Cao Baming swung his leg, and the ball flew out. Like before, amidst the hushed crowd, all they could hear was the whistling sound of the ball cutting through the air as it hurtled towards the goal.
This time, he wanted to redeem himself and make up for his previous mistake. However, by the time he reacted, the ball had already found the back of the net.
What the…
It was too fast, too fast! How was a normal person supposed to react to this?
He could only stare blankly at the ball. He had intended to be prepared for a spectacular save that would shock everyone in the stadium and re-establish his fame.
But it was all too idealistic. The reality was laid out before him: the ball had already gone in before he could even prepare.
The fans erupted in cheers, and Cao Baming was truly happy. He spread his arms wide, embracing the moment, and the air on the field was filled with the embraces of his teammates.
This was amazing! He hadn't expected the mission to be successful on the first try. It was too easy!
Although he had aimed for the top left corner of the goal, the ball had inexplicably gone to the right. Ah, never mind. It went in, so why worry about it?
At this moment, the system's reward notification sounded. Cao Baming listened as he felt the excitement of the entire stadium. The fans were chanting his name, their voices louder than ever.
"Cao Baming has scored his second goal of the match! A brace! A brace! Nottingham Forest leads Leicester City 3-1!!!"
The commentator exclaimed with passion, and the fans watching on screen could see the replay of the goal. To them, it wasn't just a goal; it was pure magic!
This time, everyone saw it clearly. The close-up shot showed that Cao Baming's foot had not touched the ball at all, yet the ball had inexplicably taken flight.
Was he walking on air, with a gust of energy always around his feet?
Faced with such a person and such terrifying ability, what could the opposing goalkeeper say? He had already done his best.
The first half of the match passed quickly. With this goal, the players from the opposing team's morale gradually sank lower.
As a result, Cao Baming's nickname, "morale crusher," became even more deeply ingrained in people's minds. They already knew of Cao Baming's skill, but they hadn't expected him to be this formidable even after leaving Arsenal and joining Nottingham Forest.
Was this the power of sheer individual talent? To perform so brilliantly, regardless of where or when?
Even Maradona himself would have been ashamed!