Arteta subconsciously looked at Kyle, who directly held his forehead and explained bitterly.
"This kid is probably too nervous."
Arteta gave a sheepish smile.
Was this nervousness?
This was clearly a lack of skill!
This level, was this amateur standard?
Was that video special effects?
Like Ronaldinho back in the day?
At this moment, Cao Baming was also full of embarrassment.
He didn't want to, but the professional players' passes were too strong!
His mentality completely collapsed!
The match continued, with Team A constantly pressing Team B, almost on their half.
Verdu, Team A's defensive midfielder, saw that his opponent was Cao Baming and clearly showed disdain on his face. He wanted to take him on.
*Dong!*
Cao Baming cleanly tackled and brought down Verdu.
The referee did not blow the whistle.
No foul!
Successful tackle!
Off the field, Arteta was slightly stunned!
This kid's defense was actually decent!
And now, there was a clear path in front of Cao Baming.
He took the ball.
Drove straight in!
His speed wasn't very high at 80, but it was enough here!
As he approached the opponent's goal, Cao Baming was astonished to find the lines in front of him getting darker and the numbers changing.
He crossed the halfway line.
He saw a red line, a deep crimson line!
This represented a goal!
Without hesitation!
Cao Baming raised his foot...
"Fuck!"
"What does he want to do? The path ahead was clear, he should have driven in!"
Seeing Cao Baming about to shoot, Arteta off the field was furious and about to curse.
Kyle also directly held his forehead. Had he misjudged?
Perhaps, this guy was truly just a rookie.
But that shouldn't be the case!
A 'Tomahawk' shot, could a rookie suddenly unleash it?
On the field.
Cao Baming didn't not want to go one-on-one, but with his speed, it was barely manageable, yet his ball control was too weak, so his dribbling speed wasn't fast.
If he continued to dribble, he would definitely be tracked back!
In that case, he might as well shoot!
*Dong!*
A powerful shot!
The ball shot out like a cannonball, tracing a strange yet beautiful arc in the air.
Then...
It found the top corner of the goal!
"Goallllllllllllllll!!!"
"Beautiful!"
Kyle, who was holding his forehead a second ago, jumped up like a madman the next second, roaring hysterically, his face flushed red with excitement.
Beside him, Arteta also jumped up excitedly.
A world-class goal!
Damn it!
This long-range shot was definitely a world-class goal!
Haha, they had truly found a treasure!
His fundamental skills might be average, but, but...
His defense was passable, but his shooting...
Was incredible!
A defender who could shoot!
A heavy artilleryman!
The distance wasn't as far as Beckham's back in the day, but it was definitely spectacular!
The players of Team B were all stunned. A moment ago, it was a rookie who couldn't control the ball properly, and now he had scored to equalize the score?
This shot, had to say, was, in one word: perfect!
"Korean kid, beautiful shot!"
His teammates quickly swarmed over, surrounding Cao Baming.
Cao Baming's lips curled slightly, and he said with confidence, "I'm from Tangguo!"
"What?!"
Everyone was slightly taken aback, but they quickly resumed celebrating.
Who cared about his origin, as long as he could score, he was one of them!
"Kyle, Kyle, is there a possibility that he was just standing in the wrong position?"
Arteta suddenly had a bold idea.
Such a talented shooter, it was too much of a waste to play as a defender!
Kyle nodded in agreement.
Arteta shouted loudly onto the field, "Ike, you go to left-back, Cao, you move up to striker!"
"???"
Ike looked at Cao Baming with a bewildered expression, while Cao Baming's face was also full of bitterness.
I really want to play defense!
But he understood Arteta's intention.
He didn't dare disobey the head coach's words, so the two swapped positions.
The match continued.
Standing on the front line, Cao Baming was stunned.
The lines in front of him had indeed deepened.
"Make runs, make runs!"
As he was astonished, Arteta's voice reached his ears.
Off the field, Arteta shook his head repeatedly.
His defense was okay!
His shooting was amazing!
But apart from that, he was a disaster!
He didn't even know basic off-the-ball movement!
Cao Baming stood on the field like a headless fly, his off-the-ball movement was completely amateurish!
Too poor!
Arteta's face was filled with bitterness. This guy really didn't know how to play striker.
And at this moment, Cao Baming was becoming more and more surprised as he ran.
Because he discovered that as he moved, the numbers in front of him actually changed.
Could it be... these numbers represented the probability of receiving the ball in those areas?
He was shocked at that moment!
This system was too amazing!
This completely solved his problem of not knowing how to make runs!
With conviction, he ran towards the area marked eighty percent.
"Damn it! Run back, why are you running to the side?!"
Looking at Cao Baming, who was like a headless fly, Arteta shouted loudly, but Cao Baming ran in the opposite direction of his shouts without hearing him.
Then...
The ball flew past the defenders and towards him.
Anticipation?
Arteta was stunned at that moment!
It must have been an accident!
Cao Baming's lips curled slightly. He looked up at the approaching ball, preparing to chest trap it.
This time, it was better.
It landed about a meter away, and was snatched by the opposing defender.
Off the field, Arteta's face was filled with bitterness.
Damn his fundamental skills.
Cao Baming was not discouraged and made another unexpected run.
He once again predicted the ball's landing spot.
However...
He still trapped it too far away!
"Shit!"
Cao Baming couldn't help but curse.
And off the field, Arteta was completely stunned.
Once was a fluke, was twice still luck?
His gaze was fixed on Cao Baming.
And at this moment, Cao Baming made another unexpected run.
Another prediction.
The number was one hundred percent, and the line was deep crimson.
And deep crimson!
Represented a goal!
Damn it, if I can't trap it, I won't trap it!
Cao Baming directly raised his foot and struck the ball with the outside of his boot, a volley!
The ball traced a beautiful arc on the field, and to everyone's astonishment, it flew over Team A's entire defense line and into the top corner of the goal!
A world-class goal!
Another world-class goal!
A brace!
Everyone was excited!
And the scene... Arteta's lips couldn't help but curve upwards!
This kid, although he seemed to run around like a headless fly, he could always predict the ball's landing spot!
And!
This volley with the outside of his foot was incredible!
He was excited!
Extremely excited!
"Kyle, Mr. Kyle, where is this guy's agent?"
"In the future, he will be the new King of Highbury!"
"I want to sign him!"
"Immediately!"
"Right now!!!"
At this moment, Kyle was laughing more excitedly than anyone else. He threw his head back and laughed wildly.
"Professor, can you return now?"