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Chapter 423 Delulu Breaks the King of Football's Heart
The second half of the game officially begins.

The narrator explained the latest developments.

"Welcome back, viewers. Both sides have made some personnel changes in the second half."

"Real Madrid has brought on their number 7 winger, Romero. He had a minor injury in the last game, but he's almost fully recovered. This Argentine winger is arguably one of the most impactful strikers in the world, with exceptional speed and superb technique. The coach brought him on in hopes of improving their attacking slump and scoring as soon as possible."

"Hopefully his presence on the court will be of some help."

"On the other side, Hamburg replaced the incredibly lucky Steve, who had two assists in the first half thanks to two very lucky passes."

Delulu listened to the broadcast through her earphones, panting heavily: "I've said it so many times, it's not luck, meow. I have to say it again in the post-match interview, meow!"

The commentator continued, "What's surprising is that the team substituted him at halftime. It's said that he got lost while going to the toilet and couldn't return to the game. He was replaced by number 24, Yakov."

"That's the part-time boxer who knocked out the head coach with one punch and sent him to the emergency room. The story behind that is quite intriguing."

"I didn't say that the player used force to threaten the head coach to bring him on, nor did I say that he locked Steve in the toilet."

Female commentator Jenny remarked, "It seems like you've already said it all."

Male commentator Cook covered up his embarrassment with a hearty laugh: "Haha, it's just a little joke to lighten the mood, but how Hamburg will organize their attack after losing their midfield maestro is something to look forward to."

"We can see that the Hamburg players are staggering a bit, as if they're drunk. Hopefully they're not really drunk."

The Hamburg players were clearly a little tipsy; instead of following formation, the nine players lined up in a long queue on the field, like a group of elementary school students on a school field trip.

This move drew laughter from the sidelines.

The commentator added fuel to the fire: "Hamburg has set up the legendary 1111111111 formation, also known as the supermarket line formation. It seems they don't take Royal Team seriously at all. I can hardly tell which team is the stronger one."

The Royal team looked at the opponent's half like a pack of wolves. Manelli said fiercely to Delulu, "You have to pass me a good ball later. I have to crush them. They're too arrogant."

"I refuse, meow."

Manelli looked at her with surprise: "If you don't pass it to me, who will you pass it to?"

Delulu said with a disdainful look, "I can shoot myself, meow. You're so bad, you can't even seize so many opportunities, why should I pass to you, meow?"

After saying that, she rolled her eyes in a sassy way.

Manelli was somewhat dazed. His best brother and partner, Romani, had said such cruel things to him because of a match against an amateur team.

"How dare you talk to me like that? I have unlimited firing rights. Are you going against the coach's tactics?"

"How am I supposed to talk to you, meow? Kneel down, meow? I think the coach's tactics are idiotic. I can do it myself. You guys just need to be my backdrop, meow. They've started the kickoff, hurry up and grab the ball, meow."

Delulu pushed Manelli, and that push shattered his heart completely.

He stumbled and ran out, as if half of his soul had been ripped out.

He and Romani are such good brothers and partners that even Romani's girlfriend was introduced to him by his wife. The two are inseparable on and off the field.

Unexpectedly, this match caused a rift between the two.

"It must be because I'm not good enough that Romani was disappointed in me. Yes, I've wasted too many opportunities. I need to prove myself again to win him back."

Manelli, like a ravenous wolf, charged desperately toward the player with the ball, intercepted it with one foot, and raced across the vast grass toward the goal.

He stepped into the restricted area once again and saw that the black phantom still standing in front of the gate. He felt a thick dark cloud pressing down on his head.

This world's number one striker, who was so confident and looked down on the football world just a few days ago, has lost all his edge after only half a game.

He glanced at Li Ji, who was leisurely picking his fingers in front of the door, and quickly turned around to see if any of his teammates were behind him. Manelli was too fast; even his closest teammates Romero and Romani were more than ten meters away.

He couldn't help but stop, stopping ten meters away from the goal.

The commentator was also somewhat puzzled: "Manelli has entered the penalty area, a position where he can shoot. In a normal match, such a one-on-one situation would be a sure goal. Manelli doesn't seem to have any intention of shooting, nor does he seem to intend to get past the goalkeeper. He stops! He's turning around and waiting for his teammates!"

"Has Manelli been traumatized by Oddo? He's completely lost the confidence of a football legend; he's even afraid to shoot! What's going on?!"

Li Ji looked at Manelli, unsure of what the other was up to.

"Hey, shoot!"

Manelli ignored him, only looking back frequently.

Li Ji was somewhat dazed. This game was getting more and more abnormal. It was one thing for his own team's lunatics to act like idiots, but now even Manelli was acting like an idiot? Could he have been substituted as well?

Delulu cut into the penalty area from behind and yelled at Manelli, "Give me the ball, meow!"

Manelli was about to kick the ball when a sudden conviction struck him.

"No! I can't back down! I can't give up just because of a loss! I'm the best player in the world. If I can't even shoot now, who can? I can't let my best brother look down on me. It's just a one-on-one chance. I don't believe you're some kind of alien. Otherwise, I could always score."

Manelli's foot, which was swinging halfway through the air, suddenly changed direction.

His eyes were fixed on the top right corner of the goal.

"From this position, as long as you draw a long enough arc, you're guaranteed to score, unless the opponent can stretch their body."

Manelli faked a pass and fired a shot; the ball arced through the air and flew towards the top right corner.

I will definitely defeat you!

Lee Ki made a diving save and stuck the ball to his fingertips.

"What did you say? You look so energetic."

Manelli fell to his knees with a thud.

"Why? Why can't I beat him!"

Li Ji squatted down beside him and comforted him, saying, "Don't be too sad. Actually, not being able to beat me won't affect your career. You're still the world's number one striker."

"Have you become this arrogant? Fine, you have the right to be arrogant."

Manelli turned around and saw Deluru looking at him with disdain, as if he were trash.

"It's over, my brother has completely left me."

Li Ji glanced at Dai Lulu: "Actually, he's only temporarily leaving you. He'll be back after the match. I advise you not to take this match too seriously; you have a long career ahead of you."

"What is this? A victor's consolation? Say less and get the game started."

Li Ji stood up to throw the ball, but suddenly felt an electric shock, instantly losing strength, and the ball slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Dailu rushed forward and poked the ball into the goal.

She grinned mischievously at Li Ji and said, "I scored! Meow meow meow~"

Li Ji angrily retorted: "You're despicable!"

(End of this chapter)