Fifty meters was already difficult, and sixty meters was completely unbelievable.
All eyes turned to them. After a simple preparation, Messi aimed at the distant goal frame. This kick was also full of confidence.
With a bang, the football flew forward. This time, after some thought, Messi did not use the same kicking style as before. The bend of his knees and the point of contact with the ball changed slightly.
Cao Baiming observed these details.
Subsequently, the ball flew forward again, this time flying much higher, almost double the height of the previous two shots.
Everyone held their breath, their gazes following the white football in the air as it soared across the field.
If this shot went in, it would be an insurmountable start.
An unprecedented beginning that would make it impossible for anyone following to catch up.
Everyone began to quietly regret letting Messi go first.
However, despite appearing to have no problems, the football ultimately grazed the edge and landed outside the goal frame.
"What a pity," a hint of embarrassment flashed across Messi's face.
But to everyone else, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He had already accomplished what was considered impossible for an ordinary person.
And seeing that even Messi couldn't conquer the sixty-meter distance, they felt they had practically no hope.
In the end, Messi's two shots combined for six points. It was the next person's turn.
It was the turn of the next group to challenge. Facing Messi's result, many were already intimidated.
However, the second group included Cao Baiming, and everyone's eyes turned to them with anticipation.
Messi himself knew how formidable his teammate was.
But then, Odegaard suddenly volunteered.
"I'll go. I want to be the first!"
Respecting his courage, Neymar also stepped back.
In the first group, perhaps only Sterling had not been Messi's teammate.
Odegaard stepped forward with confidence and cleanly kicked the ball towards the target. However, it did not land within the goal frame at all.
The second shot successfully hit the goal frame, but only struck the side, and the frame was knocked over by the impact.
The staff quickly rushed to set it upright.
Looking at the toppled goal frame, Odegaard was filled with regret. Was the gap between him and Messi truly that vast?
For the final shot, Odegaard took a long time to prepare.
However, it veered even more ridiculously off course!
An embarrassing zero points was recorded.
Odegaard could only laugh and step down, now resorting to the excuse of having drunk too much.
When it was the third group's turn, Foden stepped up.
As a key player in Manchester City's attack, Foden's popularity and future prospects had surpassed Odegaard's. However, judging by the situation, it seemed unlikely he would complete this task either.
Foden chose to kick from his current position. As expected, the shot flew wide, missing the goal frame.
At this moment, the crowd was not particularly surprised by this result. However, it seemed another embarrassing zero points was about to appear.
Was the rule set too difficult?
This thought crossed everyone's mind, yet no one spoke up until Suarez finally couldn't hold back. As the first person to step up in the next group, he voiced everyone's sentiments.
"I think we can add another rule. For the base three points, you can move forward five meters, reducing the points gained by one..."
"Let's do it now, as not many people have started!"
Everyone cast approving glances. This was essentially what everyone had been thinking, or at least a significant portion of them, but no one had felt bold enough to voice it until now.
Seeing someone finally speak up, they felt much more at ease.
This would be good. At least there would be more flexibility, allowing them to gauge their own strength and skill, and choose between a high-risk, high-reward approach or a low-risk, low-reward one.
At this moment, Foden, who was preparing for his second attempt, faced a choice.
Should he be the first to back down, given the newly established rule?
Clearly, he was not that kind of person. Despite wasting his first opportunity, he stood there defiantly.
Taking a deep breath, he kicked the ball for the second time. Still no luck.
The third attempt yielded the same result.
Another zero points appeared. Realizing this, subsequent challengers began to concede.
Fifty meters was indeed too exaggerated. At least one should try forty meters. It was just one point less, and if the goal was to maximize points and secure a team victory, this was undoubtedly a worthwhile adjustment.
It wasn't until the fifth group that the first player up was the phenomenon Ronaldo. As a veteran top striker, Ronaldo naturally wouldn't back down.
This was a group of death. While everyone was curious if Ronaldo would choose to shorten the distance, his decision surprised everyone present.
Not only did he not move forward, but he directly attempted the sixty-meter distance.
Samba players' ball control was significantly superior to others. This innate talent was something one had to acknowledge.
The "alien's" aura was different. He didn't need much preparation time or elaborate movements. Aiming directly at the target, he cleanly kicked the football forward.
And then, the football arced towards the goal frame!
Successfully scored!!!
As expected of Ronaldo, he achieved what Messi couldn't!
Sixty meters, such a small goal frame. It was like magic, causing those around to instinctively hold their heads.
Ronaldo's eyes gleamed with pride, and some of the Samba players began to cheer him on, including Marcelo, Neymar, Ronaldinho, and others...
Before long, Ronaldo stood at the same spot again and took another shot.
This subsequent shot was clearly a bit too much. Compared to the first, the quality was much lower, and it flew several meters wide of the goal frame.
From this angle, it appeared to be a significant deviation.
However, with his third shot, Ronaldo once again proved himself.
Amidst the cheers and shouts of the crowd, Ronaldo deliberately took his time for the final shot, personally placing the ball and aligning the air valve towards himself.