The score on the other side was only 8-0. Seeing these people, their psychological resilience seemed to be much greater than this. Even if they conceded a few more goals, it probably wouldn't be a big problem.
Cao Baiming thought this, and at the same time, his gaze turned to the teammates beside him. They were all ace goal scorers, but in the first half of the game, they had only scored two goals, with the rest all scored by him alone.
These guys were really obedient. Arteta had only said it in passing, he hadn't even explicitly stated it, yet they were actually letting the opponents have their way.
A football field is like a battlefield; its essence is brutality.
However, despite thinking this, Cao Baiming had no intention of scoring more goals. Since that was the case, he would let the opponents catch their breath for a while. Anyway, what he valued most right now was the mission reward. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to this friendly match at all. He'd much rather be lying comfortably by the pool in his villa, basking in the sun with a self-made cocktail and a handmade sandwich. Wasn't that more comfortable than this?
The match had just begun, and in less than a minute, after a few passes in midfield, the football once again landed at Cao Baiming's feet.
The opposing players seemed to have received orders from their coach in midfield. They were told to increase their pressing in the second half, and even if they couldn't win the ball, they had to put some pressure on the opponent.
Otherwise, they would seem to not even exist on the field.
But the reality proved what their coach and each of them had thought. Even if they tried to press, there was no point in thinking they could actually win the ball back. The footwork of these guys on the other side was probably more than twice as good as theirs.
On the field, it was like a game of monkey-taunting. At this moment, everyone from Arsenal was like a master, and the opposing players had all turned into monkeys.
After this series of pressing, they not only failed to win the ball back but also made complete fools of themselves. After Cao Baiming got the ball, the mentality of these players, already affected, was completely extinguished by this spark.
Everyone on the field looked at Cao Baiming in despair. He was the merciless killing machine of the first half, who had single-handedly scored all six goals for his team, effectively killing them in the first half.
This time, they didn't even bother to attempt a defense. Even though the coach was shouting frantically from the sidelines, they seemed to have stopped hearing him.
Everyone was so in sync. It was quite comical when you thought about it. Usually, even with a great attacking opportunity, they never showed such coordination. Yet, their thoughts were surprisingly unified.
Why defend? What was the point of defending? In the previous few chances, how hard had they tried to defend him? And what was the final result?
As they thought about this, it suddenly seemed like everyone remembered that at the end of the first half, Cao Baiming had made a mistake and hit the post.
This memory acted like a stimulant, directly activating the players on the field. It was much more effective than the coach shouting hoarsely from the sidelines.
That guy, although he seemed divine, was still just a normal person. He also made mistakes. And with his teammates trying their best to interfere, even if they couldn't actually stop the ball, they could at least increase the probability of him making a mistake!
Thinking like this, their efforts weren't in vain. Hard work would not go unrewarded!
The passion of these players on the field reignited once again. Cao Baiming didn't intend to wait for them. At this moment, looking at the entire field, he had already spotted a very bright line directly leading to the goal.
This line was like a candy dragon coiling in the sky above the field. This long dragon actually traversed a distance of a full 75 meters.
The numbers on it kept flashing and changing, but they generally didn't drop below 80. With such a high probability, it would be a shame not to take a shot.
However, at this moment, Cao Baiming wasn't planning to shoot. Instead, he was aiming to kick the ball towards the crossbar!
The last time he chose to hit the post, the result was truly not good, even disappointing. This time, surely it wouldn't be the same and something would go wrong again.
Cao Huaiming's gaze swept over the fans about 70 meters away. As his teammates, they now understood what was about to happen.
But the opponents didn't know. They were still like naive children. This was truly their first time as Cao Baiming's opponent.
They couldn't read the meaning behind Cao Baiming's gaze at all. Unlike the players in the Premier League, who would break out in a cold sweat upon seeing such a look.
However, it didn't matter too much. Because just a second later, Cao Huaiming made his move. The ball was at his feet, and the collision of his boot with the ball produced a loud thud. Then, the ball flew towards the distant goal with an incredible arc. The speed of the ball was so fast that perhaps even a cannonball couldn't match it.
The inexperienced opponents were all astonished, their mouths agape. Yet, despite this, they could do nothing.
With a bang, the ball hit the crossbar, and this time, it landed in the angle between the crossbar and the post.
Everyone on the field was greatly shocked because this was the third time he had hit the goal frame in this match!
Just hearing the sound of the ball hitting the frame, they were already getting tired of it.
Could it be done like this? How could he hit the goal frame three times in a row?
Everyone on the opposing team was clearly confused, their faces filled with question marks. However, they didn't know Cao Baiming very well.
He was indeed a football superstar, famous all over the world. But the distance between the Premier League and the Argentine Primera División was still very far.
This time, the only conclusion they could draw was that Cao Baiming himself was aiming for the corners of the goal. For him, aiming for the absolute corners of the goal had resulted in him hitting the goal frame repeatedly throughout this match.
If it were anyone else, aiming for a corner from 70 meters away was already very difficult. Just aiming for a correct direction would be hard enough.