He could be completely indifferent to anything he didn't care about.
Conversely, if it was something she cared about, he would cast everything aside just for its completeness.
Looking at the players before him, wearing the opponent's jerseys, Cao Baming didn't even recognize these guys, so they couldn't possibly be people he cared about.
Henry was already positioned on the left flank. He had coincidentally arrived near the spot where the ball rebounded off the goalpost. However, thinking that Cao Baming might have deliberately missed the shot, he had to change his run, thus missing this opportunity.
If Henry had chased after the ball at full speed, he would have 100% been able to get his foot on it and complete the follow-up shot.
From the time elapsed and the experience of this match, it seemed that the ability to conserve energy was very limited. To set up Henry's follow-up shot in such a short time was almost an impossible feat.
Since it was a performance, why not play along? They were actually getting into the act.
However, Cao Baming had no intention of showing them any mercy, only wanting to complete the task.
At this moment, only the final 5 minutes remained until the end of the first half. Stoppage time wouldn't be generous, sometimes not even a minute.
With the remaining 5 minutes, if they could score one more goal, the objective for the first half would be considered complete. The remaining seven could be dealt with in the 45 minutes of the second half. With confidence, what couldn't be achieved?
But this time, Henry's performance was a bit excessive. His reverse run surprised all the players on the field, and it even seemed rather comical.
It was as if he was deliberately dodging the ball, choosing to move away from it when he could have received it. It was too obvious.
For the opposing players, this was undoubtedly the greatest insult. Perhaps Arsenal's players giving their all to score wouldn't mean much, and they could accept it with their mentality. But for the opponents to be letting them play like this, how could they stand it?
The most important thing was that even with Henry doing this much, the score was still 7:0. This awkward situation was unbearable to watch, and they even felt a desire for it to end quickly.
Helplessly, Henry could only offer an awkward smile and inform the teammate beside him that he had been distracted just now. In reality, this statement was meant for the opponents.
According to these things, Cao Baming didn't care. At this moment, his attention was focused on the intricate, crisscrossing lines before him, a complex image formed by opportunities at different time nodes.
After the ball was caught by an opposing defender, they chose to maintain possession steadily, intending to slow down the pace. However, such thoughts seemed naive and childish when facing an opponent like Arsenal.
Cao Baming didn't give them much time to breathe. Single-handedly, he initiated a high press and pressing.
Generally, this was something that less important players would do. It consumed energy and rarely yielded direct results. Even if it did, it would only force the opponent into a passing error. It was very difficult to actually snatch the ball from an opponent's feet.
But when Cao Baming took on this role, everything changed. After only two or three passes between a couple of players, Cao Baming had already predicted the trajectory of the next pass. With a timely dive, he successfully controlled the ball beside him with his knee.
The absurd part was that even while on the ground, Cao Baming could still steadily control the ball beside his body, doing so with ease.
The opponents' mentality had completely collapsed. Their current state was even worse than at the start of the match.
After getting the ball, Cao Baming saw a teammate nearby, Odegaard, who played as an attacking midfielder. Knowing that he wouldn't be greedy, Cao Baming executed a one-two pass with Odegaard, leaving the two defenders behind once again.
These two center-backs, along with the defensive midfielder and other defensive players around them, had been repeatedly beaten by Cao Baming in various ways countless times. They were now numb.
The number of times they had been knocked to the ground might even be comparable to a defender's number of touches in an entire match.
Cao Baming once again found himself in a one-on-one situation with the goalkeeper.
His mind quickly raced, considering where to aim the shot.
The previous two shots had both been aimed at the top left corner of the goal. This time, why not try something different and aim for the post?
With this thought, Cao Baming was ready. He continued running without slowing down, adjusting his stride, and unleashed a powerful shot towards the goalpost.
There was no way they could react. Therefore, the power of this shot was pushed to the absolute limit, with no need to consider potential injuries.
The other players on the field watched the situation unfold as usual, choosing to stand and admire, as there was nothing else they could do.
If this ball hit the goalframe again, even if they believed he was doing it on purpose, it would be too outrageous!
Meanwhile, this was also the second to last minute of the first half. With this goal, the first half would end. Looking at the score, Arteta was very satisfied.
At least, at least the score was still within ten goals, not letting the opponents lose too badly.
However, upon closer reflection, only half the match had passed. If they scored another ten goals in the second half, it would indeed be a bit too much. Could these business magnates and high-ranking officials accept it?
If they didn't buy in, the only option would likely be to force Cao Baming off the field.
Although Arteta didn't dare to offend Cao Baming, he dared even less to offend the people behind him. After all, he was the team's head coach, Cao Baming's superior.
This time, it was also a very good shooting position. Although there was a slight interference nearby, for Cao Baming, he could completely ignore it.
The ball flew at high speed through the penalty area, and the next second, it reached the vicinity of the goal and descended rapidly, diving into the net along the bottom left corner of the goal!
It actually went in?!
Seeing the ball fly into the net, Cao Baming only then began to exclaim in surprise.