"Single-killing ball!"

The commentator on the sideline shouted loudly, and the fans of the audience were holding their breath at this moment.

"Shoot! The ball flew to the far corner!"

"The ball has entered!"

“go…go…go…go…go…”

"The ball is scored! The goal is scored. It is our Ivorian fighter Kofi Koo!"

Simon King jumped up excitedly, and he danced high and fisted at the fans like a child!

Applause and celebration sounded for a moment to build the entire Vizera Stadium.

The fans were completely released at this moment because the team was unable to move forward and were constantly being suppressed by their opponents.

They shouted the name of Kofi Koo and sang the team songs in the stands hand in hand.

The players on the court followed Kofi Koo and watched him rush towards Simon King like an antelope.

Soon, as Kofi Koo hugged Simon King, the players rushed forward and pressed the two of them tightly under him.

To be honest, Simon King was suppressed by this. After all, he was just a tactical analyst and really lacked the necessary strength and physique.

On the other side of the home team's coaching seat, the visiting team Guimaraes head coach Peba has begun to slap his palms desperately and is constantly expressing comfort and encouragement to his players.

"It's okay! Weisser is just lucky. If you stick to it, we will definitely win!"

At the same time, the three directors were stunned and rubbed their eyes at the same time, trying to wake themselves up from the illusion.

But a dazzling 1:0 light has already appeared on the huge scoreboard.

The number of 1 is like a whip with a barb, whipping their faces hard in the posture of a weak person!

"This...this...this must be an accident!"

"Yes, this is a goal stolen, which doesn't mean anything!"

"Yes, yes! We should call the youth team coaches immediately and let them command the second half of the game to save this victory."

"Who said no! This is an accident, definitely not the credit of Simon King. This is all the extraordinary performance of the players!"

Although the three executives were roaring in their ears, the boss Diogo did not react. He was clapping his hands happily at this moment, as if he had heard nothing.

After a brief celebration, the players on both sides returned to the court again, and it was still Guimaras who kicked off.

But all the fans' attention was not on the ball, but looked at the home team coach Simon King lying on the ground.

There was no way, this guy's body was too weak. After being overwhelmed by eleven strong men, he almost went into shock immediately. At this time, with the help of team doctor Raphael, he was trying to struggle to stand up.

So, the enthusiastic fans began to yell at his name.

Some fans who were close to him threw items such as handkerchiefs and other concerns at him.

Amid the cheers of fans, Simon King backed back to the coach's seat.

His eyes were still staring at the performance of the players on the field, but his mind was filled with a systematic sound.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task: scoring the first goal of his career. Obtaining the team skills: Anger when he is lagging behind. The next task is: Win the first victory of his career. The task reward is the team skills: the defense that is as motionless as a mountain."

"Finish... is it done... OK..." Simon Jin felt that his breathing was a little difficult, and his chest was hurting severely, but he still insisted on asking: "What's the use of the reward for the next mission?"

"Ding! Team skills: defense that is as motionless as a mountain; the skill cooldown time is 24 hours, and after use, the players on the court can gain 5% of their defensive ability, which lasts for five minutes."

"Is it only 5%? I'll go!"

"Ding! This skill can be automatically upgraded when the host wins the fifth, tenth and fifteenth games, and the final bonus value can reach 15%.

"Can you upgrade? That's about the same, but I hope I'll never use it."

Just as Simon King was joking with the system, the situation on the field changed again.

Perhaps because of a goal, Visera's players, especially Julio, who changed to the right back in this game, was obviously not very focused and had given the opponent a chance to cross twice in a row.

Simon King is furious!

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he rushed out like a gust of wind and shouted at Julio: "Damn Julio! Do you want to dance a samba dance and continue the competition? Believe it or not, I will replace you immediately!"

Faced with Simon King's anger, Julio was obviously startled. He quickly slapped himself twice before he focused again.

However, this scene has been seen by the 6,000 fans at the scene.

In their perception, Julio, Claudemire, Casino, and Guilleme, who was not on the court but was also a Brazilian, are definitely the cancer in this team!

They are not only thorns, but also a group of free and casual selfish ghosts.

But now, the coach said that Julio, who was going to reply three times, actually slapped himself in the face!

"Oh my god! What happened to the team! Julio didn't even quarrel with the head coach, and he even physically punished himself!"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Tell me quickly, none of this is true! I am really not used to being a good boy, Julio, who is honest and honest!"

But the fans' amaze didn't last long, because just as the game time came to the 37th minute of the first half, Julio was kicked in the left face by the opponent's player during a ball grab.

"It's over!"

Almost all the fans sighed at the same time.

Because they knew Julio so well, they had even imagined what this guy had to do next, which was to punch him and knock him to the ground.

But they were wrong.

A scene that could not happen no matter how they guessed it, actually happened on the court-

Julio was not angry, and he even raised his hand to the referee, indicating that he had no problem.

"This is impossible! Is this Julio we are familiar with?"

"Absolutely impossible, this is definitely not Julio!"

"By the way, I heard from the gossip that after Simon King became interim head coach, the team rekindled its passion in just one hour!"

"You mean... Julio's transformation has something to do with head coach Simon King?"

The discussions of several fans spread throughout the stadium like snowballs.

With the continuous rhetoric and exaggeration of the message, when this news was already known, Simon King's image had changed from being a clown to a single-handed team, and all the players were beaten into Pandas' fighting champions!

Coincidentally, it was at this time that, two minutes before the end of the first half, the score on the field became 2:0.
Chapter completed!