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Chapter 429 The Fat Guy's One-on-One Defense: A World-Class Dribbling King

The chairman opened the news in disbelief and checked the score three times before he was convinced.

"This is unbelievable. We're going to book their entire team!"

The scout looked at the burly John, who seemed exhausted just standing on the field, and said, "That won't be necessary. Some players are still terribly amateur. I'll make a list and contact them after the game."

The chairman nodded: "Then I'll do as you say, but I want the entire defense covered. With this number of goals conceded, there must be top-class defenders!"

The scout glanced at John again, who was now sitting on the ground, panting heavily from raising his arms in celebration.

"The defenders aren't very good, so we mainly rely on the goalkeeper. That goalkeeper saved 13 one-on-one chances against Manelli all by himself."

"what?"

The chairman's voice was deafening, startling the scout so much that he dropped his phone.

“I must sign him! I’ll tell our first goalkeeper not to come to training right now. He got thrashed by Manelli four times last time; he’s not even as good as an amateur.”

"Chairman, there's no need to be so extreme. Besides that, the most crucial thing is the striker who just scored. His athleticism is simply superhuman. We must sign him; he can definitely make a difference. Go and see the goal he just scored—it's unparalleled."

Although Shark's goal-scooping was quite spectacular, it was beyond the scouts' understanding of football, leaving only admiration for his incredible physical abilities.

He saw the ball clearly and understood the principle behind the move, but the terrifying speed and technique of the move were still breathtaking.

He watched the man running excitedly across the field and couldn't help but smile.

Mang Ershao ran excitedly across the court, and Sha Bao rushed over excitedly. He jumped onto Sha Bao's back and rode around the court on his back, drawing cheers from the entire stadium.

Milia patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "I guess I didn't fail in my mission. It felt awful to be blind."

Lee Ki clapped excitedly in front of the goal.

"Great! Now that Young Master Mang has had his fill of playing interstellar soccer, my grand plan is finally set!"

He looked towards the front field and met Delulu's gaze. Delulu's blue eyes glared at him fiercely, and she kept breathing heavily.

Even from a great distance, he still hallucinated that he could hear Delulu's breath.

He quickly avoided eye contact, then met He Ping's gaze again, and the other man gave him that enigmatic smile once more.

Li Ji couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"I understand he doesn't want Dailu to steal the spotlight. But why did he score for us? Does he really think he can turn the score around and pull off a stunning comeback?"

This opponent is full of unknowns, and Li Ji doesn't know what moves he will use.

The more lenient the other party was, the more uneasy he became.

With 60 minutes already elapsed, he had no idea when He Ping would launch a counterattack.

"Is he going to use slime to knock us all down and then move on as if we were nobody's territory?"

"I need to find a way to control Mud."

The Royals returned to their half with long faces, only to find Delulu still kneeling in front of the penalty area.

Manelli reached out his hand to her: "Get up, brother, there's still a chance to win her over."

Delulu ignored him and instead spoke in a strange language that he couldn't understand a word of.

"Mud, you're not allowed to cause any more trouble, meow!"

Mud burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

"Did you hear that, meow!"

Manelli, looking puzzled, asked, "Hey bro, what Italian dialect were you speaking? I couldn't understand a word. I only understood 'meow.'" Delulu stood up, glared at him, and said irritably, "None of your business, meow! What's wrong with you? Do you think we're that close, meow?"

Manelli felt as if he had been shot in the chest with an arrow.

How could my good brother and partner of many years say such cold words?

Is it just because he wasn't in good form in this match?

Is this the survival rule in the world of football?
Sure enough, when you ascend the throne, everyone you meet is a good person.

When you're down on your luck, even your best brother will abandon you.

Manelli patted his face and said to himself, "Cheer up, Manelli! You're the best player in the world, you can do it!"

"No, you're not, I'm the cat."

After saying that, Delulu strode away, leaving Manelli standing there bewildered.

The game resumed, and the ball quickly came to He Ping's feet.

Li Ji immediately tensed up and shouted to his teammates.

"Keep a close eye on him, watch out for any tricks he might pull!"

Shark Baby and Young Master Mang immediately rushed towards He Ping, and Milia also quickly ran to He Ping's path as backup.

He Ping's first opponent was Little John, a fat man weighing over 300 pounds.

When He Ping received the ball, John was already in front of him, and the two entered into a fair one-on-one situation.

The entire audience craned their necks to watch what was happening on the field.

The commentator explained, "Romero receives the ball on the wing. As the team's top dribbler, Romero's speed and footwork are unparalleled in football. His dribbling success rate this season is as high as 65%. Any team will be on high alert when they see Romero receiving the ball on the wing."

"Everyone knows he has to get past people, but almost no one can stop him in a one-on-one situation."

"And his opponent was John Jr., a defender who had zero touches, zero successful duels, and almost zero runs in the first half."

"That's right, he's just that inconspicuous. If people feel they often see him on the field, it's probably just because his physique is eye-catching."

"It is understood that John Jr. is the only son of the club's chairman, John Sr. He is 162 meters tall and weighs 162 kilograms. It is a miracle that he can run with such a physique."

"His pace was also noticeably slow, and his field of vision was limited by his enormous belly."

“His physical condition is also clearly problematic now; you can see that his face is as red as a pig’s liver.”

"This matchup is almost a foregone conclusion. I estimate that Romero only needs a sudden burst of speed to easily get past John Jr., without even needing any extra feints."

"Unless he's really thinking of having a physical confrontation with John Jr."

Commentator Jenny laughed and said, "Given Romero's football IQ, he shouldn't have done something like that."

Suddenly, He Ping started moving, kicking the ball through John's legs.

The commentator exclaimed, "Romero pulls off a humiliating between-the-legs dribble! But—the scene is a bit brutal!"

The ball passed between John's legs, and He Ping, the Water Man, immediately rushed forward. John, who was as big as a mountain of flesh, hurriedly turned around and slammed his buttocks, sending He Ping flying three meters away.

Captain Manelli quickly went to argue with the referee, who said, "There was no foul. It was normal physical contact. You can't say someone fouled just because they're fat."

The entire venue erupted in cheers, and led by Old John, everyone chanted Little John's name, bringing the atmosphere to another climax.

The commentator exclaimed, "I just said that Romero should just use his speed to outrun his opponents and not go head-to-head with John, and he made this mistake. What's wrong with him today? He stole the ball from his teammate first, and then got defended by an amateur player. He's completely lacking his usual flair."

(End of this chapter)