"My goodness! What kind of magical dribbling is this?!"
"Facing a five-man press, Cao Baming showed no panic, didn't handle the ball calmly, and used a method that completely caught everyone off guard!"
"Art! Beautiful! It's simply a feast for the eyes."
Looking at Southampton's empty backfield, the fans could already guess the outcome.
How could so few defenders stop Cao Baming? In an instant, Cao Baming's speed was incredible, and he broke out into an open space, single-handedly initiating a quick counter-attack!
A few seconds later, as expected, Cao Baming unleashed a thunderous shot from close range that caught everyone completely unprepared, sending the ball into the net and extending the lead once more.
The Arsenal players went wild with celebration, while Cao Baming remained remarkably calm, showing no excitement.
Their recent dream had finally been realized, and every one of them was incredibly excited. Even though their contribution to this goal was merely the opponent's mistake, and the entire attack was executed by Cao Baming alone.
Yet, during the celebration, it was others who seemed happier.
But that didn't matter, as they were all teammates.
With the referee's whistle, the first half finally concluded. The Southampton players were exhausted, and although they had only played half the match, they felt an immense fatigue in their hearts.
Back in the locker room, the players were already enthusiastically discussing Cao Baming's performance in the first half, which was undoubtedly a captivating topic.
"How did you suddenly switch to a different style of play? I didn't even recognize you!"
"Yeah, yeah! At the beginning of the match, when you raised your hand in midfield, do you know why we didn't pass to you? It's because we thought you were someone else."
"But come to think of it, there's no one else who plays like that."
Cao Baming smiled faintly.
"These are just some basic skills. We had this match in the bag from the start, so what's wrong with playing more relaxed?"
"Southampton is nothing to worry about, there's no need to be so serious!"
What he said seemed to hold some truth. During halftime, everyone seized the opportunity to do the most important thing: rest.
What Cao Baming truly cared about wasn't just this simple match; his sights were set much further ahead.
In the second half, the two sides switched ends, and amid the passionate cheers of the fans, the players once again engaged in a fierce contest.
Arsenal maintained a certain level of pressure, and Cao Baming had no intention of changing his style of play.
Thus, in the fifty-fourth minute of the match, Messi scored another goal! He then left the field with this honor to rest and conserve energy for the more important test of the Champions League.
The score had already reached four-nil, with no suspense remaining. This was why Arteta dared to substitute Messi.
Messi's contribution to the match up to this point had been immense. He was the player most closely linked with Cao Baming, and they jointly handled almost all the work in the midfield and attack.
After Messi was substituted, Cao Baming became the midfield orchestrator, the undisputed primary playmaker.
With more opportunities to possess the ball, he played with even greater freedom and joy.
The opponents' morale was in tatters; they could no longer see any hope. Every passing second felt like torture for them.
To alleviate their suffering, at the seventy-minute mark, Cao Baming initiated a wall pass with a teammate, broke into the box, rounded the goalkeeper, and scored!
In an attempt to defend Cao Baming, Southampton's center-back resorted to a foul, only to suddenly realize he was already on a yellow card!
After the goal, the referee showed no leniency, slowly walking over and presenting him with a red card!
Cao Baming observed this scene.
"Not bad, the objective has been achieved, reducing the suffering for the Southampton players! After all, one less person means one less torment!"
In the remaining dozen or so minutes, with Southampton trailing by four goals and down a man, their entire team retreated to defend near the penalty area, simply running down the clock!
The fans in the stands could barely watch. They were so pathetic!
At this point, Southampton's coach had given up, returning to his seat to sit quietly. He had initially intended to rally his players in the final moments to try and salvage some pride with a goal, but with the red card, that idea was completely shattered.
What goal could they possibly score now? Everything was over!
Under such circumstances, there was no longer any competitive spirit; what remained was sportsmanship!
To give the opponents a sliver of dignity, his teammates began to ease up slightly, playing with a more relaxed and casual approach, but there was a hidden reason for this.
Cao Baming quickly realized this.
He couldn't control what others did, but he certainly wouldn't consciously hold back.
Cao Baming's eyes gleamed. At this moment, he was possibly the only one on the entire pitch who still wanted to genuinely enjoy the game!
Cao Baming had never understood the concept of obligation or courtesy. He had never been polite to anyone; it was always others who showed him respect.
A few minutes later, under the abysmal defending of Southampton, Cao Baming effortlessly scored again. This time, it was with his knee!
In the dying moments of the match, Cao Baming used another peculiar shooting method to further humiliate the goalkeeper!
While others were discussing so-called sportsmanship, Cao Baming showed no mercy to the opposition, instead reveling in his own enjoyment.
After Odegaard's high cross, Cao Baming could have controlled the ball, turned, and calmly scored with his foot, but he deliberately chose to use his knee!
"That move looks like a technique from Muay Thai..."
"That's clearly a flying knee!"
"Is Cao Baming really playing football? Tang Kingdom's Kung Fu Football is truly not a lie!"
The most astonishing part was that this flying knee actually produced a perfect arc, with a beautiful, precise trajectory that landed precisely in the absolute corner of the goal!!!
The goalkeeper was completely stunned, unable to comprehend anything before him. His perception was severely distorted!
Unknowingly, he knelt on the ground.
The stadium erupted once more in celebration of this goal, which was likely the last of the entire match, as the regular ninety minutes concluded precisely here.