Ground football: Ronaldo thought I was going to assist him

At the start of the second half, Quaresma showed signs of despair even earlier than Duncan.

In the 48th minute, Quaresma received the ball and was knocked out of bounds by Emerson.

The linesman didn't raise his flag, so this was a normal match with a fairly high intensity.

In the 52nd minute, Quaresma received the ball but was quickly brought down by the opposing left-back, Serafim, resulting in a long-range free kick that posed no threat whatsoever.

In the 54th minute, Quaresma was double-teamed by Kirop and Serafim, but managed to steal the ball.

From that moment on, Quaresma had a very bad impression of anyone whose name contained the word "Fim".

Teammate Delphine: Is this a map-wide attack? Regional discrimination? ???

However, during this period, Deng Kai also faced attacks from Delphim, Barbosa, and even Viana.

But nothing in this world is difficult if you are willing to give up.

After being fouled only once, Deng Kai gave up on controlling the ball, retreated to a lower position, and became a defensive worker, no longer giving others a chance to mark him.

This also meant that Sporting Lisbon was the main attacking force during this period.

This prompted cheers from Sporting Lisbon's coaching staff.

Their targeting was successful.

The title of Saint Samadhi is well-deserved!

Moreirense completely abandoned possession, their midfield was paralyzed, and their attacking threat was almost zero.

The assistant coaches surrounded Maxa, even wanting to toss him into the air early to celebrate.

Maxa covered his face, but still managed to glimpse Deng Kai looking in their direction through his fingers.

That fleeting eye contact chilled Maxa to the bone.

In the end, he chose to use a sincere attitude to win Kai Shao's forgiveness. He spread his hands, meaning: I really didn't do anything. They did it on their own. Believe me, Kai Shao.

The director noticed the eye contact and Maksa's shrug, and commented: "Oh! As we all know, Maksa is a gem of Sporting Lisbon's first-team coaching staff. Both Augusto and Materazzi highly praise him."

"He's a true tactical genius. It seems he came up with a lot of ideas during halftime, and judging from the current performance, his arrangements have clearly worked!"

"This is the role of a master assistant coach. I even think that if Materazzi leaves Sporting Lisbon, Maxa should become the helmsman of this powerhouse."

"Look at him, so confident! He spreads his hands as if to say to Deng Kai, 'Kid, you're too green!' This is the strength of the Saint of Lisbon!"

In an instant, Maxa noticed that besides Deng Kai's gaze, there was another intense stare.

It was Mr. Trigla from the coaching area next door. His eyes clearly said: "Little Ma, how can your soul be so cold? Even if you don't acknowledge me as your master, you should still remember your Uncle-Master Deng Kai!"

I...this...is a misunderstanding...please...sigh...

Maxa was speechless with emotion.

He, Dou E, was wronged.

In the 59th minute, after Quaresma lost possession, Emerson immediately tried to pass the ball to Duncan.

However, they discovered that several opposing players were blocking the passing lanes.

Emerson immediately changed his mind and passed the ball to Ronaldo, who had dropped back to receive it.

Cristiano Ronaldo dribbled the ball, shifted his shoulder, and unleashed a burst of speed, finally bringing the ball across the halfway line.

Abdullah also began to try to physically challenge Ronaldo, whose breakthrough was thwarted, and he passed the ball back to Emerson who was coming up.

Emerson also had no passing options, so he passed the ball back to Ronaldo.

Abdul-Lila, having tasted the sweetness of success, once again used his body on Ronaldo.

This time, Ronaldo leaned against him, flicked the ball behind him, turned around, and went around to the outside.

Abdul-Lila is not as tall as Cristiano Ronaldo, so when Ronaldo leans on him, he can't see the ball and therefore can't judge when Ronaldo will exert force.

Therefore, when Ronaldo turns and dribble past him, if he turns and pushes back, he definitely won't be able to catch up with Ronaldo.

"A beautiful lob over the top! Very imaginative!"

"I know it's a bit strange to use the word 'imagination' in Cristiano Ronaldo's name. In the past, his playing style could perhaps only be described as violent. Fast, strong, and accurate, but it definitely had nothing to do with imagination."

"He doesn't seem as flashy as before, but he has a different way of handling the ball, and that's what he's gained in the Portuguese Second Division."

"After chipping the ball over his opponent and turning past him, Ronaldo easily cut inside. He encountered Marcos just outside the penalty area and crossed the ball... but Marcos blocked it back, and the ball remained at Ronaldo's feet."

With this failed cross, all the opposing defenders settled into position, marking Anderson and Flavio tightly, leaving Ronaldo with no outlet for the ball.

He seems to be only capable of working alone.

In the past, he would definitely have chosen to go it alone. As long as he got past Marcos, he would be in the penalty area. Why wouldn't he do that?

Cristiano Ronaldo started alternating his feet on the ball, performing a stationary bicycle kick.

Marcos dared not make a tackle easily; free kicks from this spot were dangerous, and he knew Ronaldo was very fast. If he couldn't intercept the ball, Ronaldo would slip into the penalty area.

Marcos could only wait, as he saw Abdullah approaching from the side.

If Ronaldo steps on it a couple more times, the defenders will only pull more and more away, and Moreirense's attack will become less and less threatening.

boom!

Cristiano Ronaldo's right foot suddenly came under the ball.

A dribbling breakthrough?

Marcos reacted defensively, blocking the way. If Ronaldo broke through, he would collide with Marcos, and the ball would get past the man but not him.

Inside the penalty area, most of the players are from Sporting Lisbon, who have complete control of the ball.

But whoosh...

The football flew past Marcos's face.

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This isn't a flick, it's... a lob?

"Another lob! Ronaldo already had a brilliant lob before, he flicked the ball to the far post to help his teammate Flavio open the scoring."

"This time, Ronaldo opted for a cutback lob, flicking the ball towards the outside of the box. It was a bit of an overreach; he could have easily tried to break through from that position himself, and even if he had failed, it wouldn't have been a big deal."

"Or try crossing again; Anderson and Flavio might be able to create a threat."

boom!

Before the commentators could offer any further commentary, Deng Kai rushed to the edge of the penalty area, braced himself against Viana with his right hand, and unleashed a powerful volley with his left foot!

A celestial being descends from the heavens!

Swish!

The football had almost become a white line.

Schmeichel lunged forward with all his might, stretching out infinitely in the air.

But the football went straight into the top left corner of the goal.

No solution!

boom!

Schmeichel bounced up immediately after landing and looked at Deng Kai.

That volley was of such high quality.

Scholes?

Mateus?

Bergkamp?

No, Zidane!

That shot was so Zidane!

That kind of super long-range shot, wrapped in art, seemingly adorned with flowers, but with an inner strength as tough as steel!

"Goal! kkkkkk...d!"

The commentator ultimately didn't know that Deng Kai didn't like Durant.

The fans at the scene were ignited once again.

"Three to two! Moreirense are incredibly resilient! They've taken the lead for the third consecutive time in this match!"

"Deng Kai's long-range shot was devastating, completely unstoppable!"

"From Schmeichel's face, it's easy to see how incredible that shot was!"

I like playing football on the ground: Ronaldo thought I was going to assist him.