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Chapter 415 The King of Football Loses Confidence Due to Li Ji's Torture
Mang Ershao celebrated by circling the field, receiving sincere cheers from the surrounding fans, with those in the front row reaching out to congratulate him.

But the second young master's smart hand was turned off, so he couldn't lift it and could only catch it with his face.

Every fan who slapped him felt guilty and withdrew their hand, but he continued to do it, circling the field to get slapped.

The Second Young Master Mang's face was burning with embarrassment, and he could hear endless cheers.

His heart rippled like a spring breeze across a lake.

"Humans on Earth are so incredibly warm and welcoming! I have never experienced so much beauty before!"

He ran excitedly, feeling the resounding slaps on his face.

The Hamburg players were ecstatic after scoring the goal.

Everyone jumped up and cheered excitedly, and some even started twerking.

Li Ji excitedly lifted the 300-pound fat boy, Little John, high in the air.

"We scored!"

"Put me down, I want to twerk."

"No! I find it disgusting!"

The coach knelt on the sidelines, shouting, "We scored! Am I dreaming?"

He rushed to the bench and shouted to the excited substitutes, "Hit me! Quick!"

"Coach, please find someone else. My punches are heavy."

"No need, you can do it yourself."

A substitute player and amateur boxer punched the head coach in the face, causing the coach to see stars and faint on the spot.

Before losing consciousness, he excitedly murmured, "It hurts so much, it really isn't a dream~"

“diwu~”

Emergency stretchers were brought in and the Hamburg team's head coach was taken away.

The commentator chuckled at the chaotic scene: "I never expected the Hamburg coach to faint from excitement. But if I created such a miracle, I might faint too."

Commentator Jenny added, "Actually, the Hamburg coach was knocked out by his own substitute. The substitute who knocked him out was an amateur boxer nicknamed 'Iron Fist' in the local underground boxing circle."

"It seems the Hamburg players are really excited, so much so that they hit the coach. But what are they going to do without a coach? Normally, when the head coach is off the field, the assistant coach takes over, but Hamburg only has one coach who also plays as a player. In other words, although they scored a goal, they lost a coach and a substitute."

The broadcast camera focused on the home fans' stands, where more than twenty home fans were excitedly waving their hands at the camera.

One of the elderly men, with white hair, was preparing to climb over the railing and was arguing with the security guard.

The commentator exclaimed in surprise: "What's going on! This old man must be Johan, the 73-year-old chairman of Hamburg. Could it be that he wants to come on and take over as head coach? The old chairman is warming up!"

Not only were the fans in the stadium in a frenzy, but news of Hamburg's first goal quickly went viral online.

This match, which was originally ignored, suddenly became the focus of attention.

What was initially thought to be a one-sided match turned into a huge and astonishing reversal.

The unusual football techniques of players like Hamburger SV, such as Lee Ki's split save, Shark's four-legged sprint, and Mang Ershao's back-ball dribble, have already begun to spread virally online.

Before the match, major bloggers and media outlets analyzed the schedules of the other teams in the Royal Cosmic Towers for the next month or two. Among the dozen or so strong teams, none could be sure who could stop the Royal team's winning streak.

Unexpectedly, a turning point occurred in such an unknown semi-professional team.

The topic of this match instantly soared to the top of the sports charts in various countries, and the live broadcast room, which originally only had a few die-hard fans, was suddenly flooded with countless fans.

Under every piece of news about the Royal team, a group of indignant people came out to accuse the match of being fixed. These people were those who had bet on Hamburg not scoring before the match. Because the pre-match predictions were one-sided, the odds for this match were already low. They were hoping to make a little money through betting, but instead, they lost it all.

The only pleasant surprise was the guy in the stands who was drunk and had bet on Hamburg to win 10-1. He looked at the betting screen on his phone and then at the scoreboard on the field, and seemed to be in a daze.

Am I still hungover?

The scout next to me, while operating his tablet, said, "Congratulations, you have one more chance."

He was recording these amazing players on his tablet, and his annotations were remarkably consistent.

They have almost no tactical concepts, and their technical movements are even more inexplicable, but the results are unexpected. They might be the players who change the way modern football is played. They are worth watching, no, I suggest signing them directly, since they are very cheap.

Romani and Manelli returned to their own half and complained to their defenders, "How could someone score like that? What were you doing? They're a semi-professional team! That guy's just a restaurant waiter!"

Manelli grabbed Uru's thick, black arm: "All those muscles of yours are for nothing! Go ahead and ram him! He's like a cripple, how come you can't even outrun him! You guys have no fighting spirit, you don't take this game seriously!"

Uru and the others looked aggrieved: "It's really not my fault, I increased the intensity. This guy is strange, his body is as slippery as a water snake, he just slipped away in an instant."

The coach on the sidelines yelled, "Stop arguing! Aren't you embarrassed enough already? Get serious!"

Manelli carried the football to the center circle, encouraging his teammates along the way.

"It's okay, let's play seriously now. That last shot from them was just luck."

Delulu stormed across the middle of the court and yelled in his ear, "It's not luck, meow!"

Everyone protested, "Referee! He crossed the line!"

The referee sent Delulu back to her half of the court, and the game restarted.

The Royals kicked off, and once they got the ball, the entire team had absolute control of it.

No matter how hard Shark, Mang Ershao, and Dailulu fought for the ball, they were able to pass it between each other perfectly.

The entire stadium quickly snapped out of its euphoria over the goal.

Everyone realized that this was still the same invincible, absolutely dominant Royal team.

The Hamburg players felt a heavy sense of pressure and powerlessness.

With a precise pass from Romani, the ball once again pierced Hamburg's paper-thin defense.

Manelli sprang into action like a cheetah, instantly overtaking Hamburg's entire defense and charging straight in to face Lee Gi.

He looked at the somewhat lazy-looking black goalkeeper in front of the goal, who was even picking his thigh, showing no sense of urgency whatsoever.

Even though they had only fought for a dozen minutes, the other person seemed like their mortal enemy.

The repeated failed shots and the recent goal conceded flashed through Manelli's mind, leaving him in a state of confusion.

Despite the surging emotions in his mind, he forced himself to calm down.

He aimed at the corner of the goal, confident that as long as the opponent was still human, his shooting technique, which he had painstakingly honed over many years and tested in real combat, would be fine.

Manelli was about to take a shot when he saw someone waving at him from the other side; it was an attacking player making a run forward.

This scene is very similar to the opportunity just now, where you cross the goalposts and the opponent can score into an empty net.

However, I wasted this opportunity last time.

Manelli hesitated for a moment: "Should I pass the ball?"

(End of this chapter)