"The best way to break the bus is to control the ball near the center line."

"But the opponent has no desire now. If they refuse to take it out, the possibility of the game ending in a draw will increase infinitely."

"The people of Belem are now ahead and we have to win this game."

"But……"

Simon King suddenly realized the pain of Guimarães, a helpless feeling that "if you come out to fool around, you will have to pay it back", which made him more and more anxious.

He turned on the system, looked at his players, and then looked at Arouca's lineup, but he was at a loss.

"Otherwise, I'll put on another striker and fight against the opponent?"

"No, it's too risky. The opponent is now consciously taking advantage of my midfielder's loss of position. If another midfielder is replaced, wouldn't it open the door!"

"My experience is still too shallow. I really should add some tactical drills on set pieces in this week's training."

While thinking about it, Simon Jin asked the system to open the skill panel.

Although he knew it was a futile effort, he really had no other choice.

"Forget it, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor... the system... use skills: the madness of high-position oppression."

"Ding! The 10% increase in work input and endurance in the midfield and frontcourt has been activated, and the ten-minute countdown has begun."

With the release of their skills, the Vesena team's frontcourt encirclement and blocking was obviously a bit stronger than before.

The Aroca team's play in the backcourt becomes even more difficult with the opponent's added ability.

But this can't change the situation on the court, because Weisena has already done a good job in counterattacking in the frontcourt.

As time passed by, the players became more and more impatient.

Simon Jin looked at the skill library again and sighed in his mind: "Alas...'Anger when falling behind', this useless skill is of no use!"

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the system suddenly said: "Ding! The host team has been detected and is in the lagging stage. It is recommended to activate the skill: Rage when falling behind."

"What?!"

Simon King was shocked by the system. He quickly looked at the game, then looked at the score board, and wondered: "You are not mistaken, the score on the field is still 1:1, why am I behind?"

"Ding! It is detected that the host is in the standings, lagging behind its competitors, and its skills can be used."

"What! Is this okay?"

"..."

"Okay, quickly activate the skill: Anger when falling behind."

"Ding! The 10% increase in the team's ability value has been activated, and the five-minute countdown has begun."

In an instant, all the players on the field were shocked at the same time.

They feel as if there is a potential being stimulated in their bodies.

The most obvious feeling is among their frontcourt players.

With the simultaneous support of these two skills, their running and movement abilities have directly risen to a higher level, and they are no longer at the level of a weak team.

Two minutes later, it was still the long pass from Aroca's left back, still trying to find their star midfielder Arsenio, still Marco Paul was out of position...

Seeing that the tactics were working once again, the forwards and wingers of the Arouca team immediately began to advance at high speed.

Not only did they copy the running method from the last time, but they also appeared to work even harder than the last time.

The other midfielder was naturally not far behind, and he ran faster this time, using up all his energy to try to drive Vesena into hell in the final stages of the game.

"Arsenio is unguarded, Arouca's chance is here!"

In the stands, the commentator was very proud.

In the stadium, a familiar scene was repeated again.

Flying legs, splashing grass clippings.

Arsenio's sharp eyes and Kiki's frown.

A goshawk flew across the sky, and the ball flew into the air.

There were loud shouts in the stands, and Armando raised his lips slightly.

Everything seems to be foreshadowing the tragedy of Vishena.

Everything seems to be mocking this hard-working and united team.

But at this moment...

A slightly old head suddenly appeared near Arsenio's knees.

Then came his neck, his back, his legs...

It was an opponent's player who threw his body half a meter above the ground in a soaring posture.

"Marco Paul?"

Arsenio opened his eyes wide and watched in disbelief as the ball was pushed away from his toes in mid-air.

"How is this possible? Didn't he run to the left!"

The frightened Arsenio was like a statue that had lost its soul. He forgot to chase the ball, and his pupils were filled with Marco Paul's half-white hair.

"I won't let you succeed!"

"This is my team and I'm their captain!"

Marco Paulo roared like a lion, sounding the clarion call for the Vesena team to counterattack.

Looking at the blood scraped from the captain's face by the shoe nails...

Watching the captain’s courage and spirit of risking his own life and not fearing death...

The last hormones in the bodies of Vesena's team members were fully stimulated.

While the Aroka team was still counterattacking, the opponent's frontcourt players advanced and the backcourt players were waiting to see the goal.

The whole team of Vishena roared loudly: "For the captain, let's fight together!"

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Kiki, who was in the middle, took the lead and grabbed the ball.

Immediately afterwards, he gave up dribbling, which he was best at, and looked up directly to find Shao Mu hiding in front of Cassiano.

Although there were at least four Aroka players between Kiki and Shaomu, he did not hesitate and directly passed the ball to the ground and took the ball away.

In normal times, with Kiki's 15 passing ability, it would be impossible to bypass the four-man defense and pass the ball successfully.

But now, firstly, he has the blessing of skills, and secondly, his whole body's potential has been stimulated by the captain's bloody spirit.

So his pass actually drew an obvious arc, escaped the interception of two defenders, and successfully passed to Shao Mu's feet.

Of course Shaomu didn't hesitate. He used Cassiano to help him block the opponent's player, and directly used a basketball pick-and-roll-like action route to bring the ball to the top of the penalty area.

Seeing the opponent's star making a breakthrough, the Aroka center back made an immediate decision and tackled the ball at the same time.

This shovel is by no means incomplete.

This shovel can't be described as cruel.

But Shao Mu didn't pass the ball, let alone long-range shots. He didn't like to dribble the ball, but for the first time, he made an unprecedented "dolphin-like" move by holding the ball with his heels and then jumping with the ball in his head!

"What? Is he Neymar?"

"This is impossible! When did he learn to dribble the ball!"

Under the horrified and disbelieving gazes of the two central defenders, Shao Mu leapt into the air with the ball on his head.

Like a light petrel, he carried the ball with his head, smoothly jumped over the two tackles, and flew into Aroca's penalty area!

"The center of gravity is unstable, let's see how I can stop you!"

The Aroca goalkeeper screamed in panic, and he strode forward, not wanting to leave any space for Shaomu to shoot.

But Shao Mu, did he ever say he was going to shoot?

Break through the defense with gorgeous moves and face the goalkeeper one-on-one in the penalty area.

If it were anyone else, I believe that at this moment, they would definitely choose to knock on the door.

But Shao Mu... No!

Because he has always been a team player, because he has never been a pushy player.

What's more, his heart was full of love at this time.

He deeply loves the weak team he plays for, and he deeply loves his bloody captain on the field!

He raised his leg, pretended to shoot, and then sent it forward to the left...

The Aroca goalkeeper had no time to catch up. He could only look at Cassiano helplessly and kicked the ball into the empty goal.
Chapter completed!