Awakening the Messi template, Florentino Pérez begs me to join Real Madrid

7:30 PM, Tianhe Stadium.

In the locker room, Wu Shi was tying his shoelaces.

Lippi stood in front of the tactics board without saying a word, waiting for everyone to quiet down.

The old man looked around and spoke:

"They won 2-1 in the first leg. They need at least two goals today to come back."

He paused.

"So they will definitely press forward. They will attack relentlessly. They will try to devour us in the first twenty minutes."

"Then let them eat."

Lippi's voice wasn't loud, but every word landed squarely on the floor.

"What you swallowed was poison."

Zheng Zhi stood up and clapped his hands.

"I'm gone."

The starting eleven filed out.

In the players' tunnel, Takeshi saw the Kashiwa Reysol players.

Captain Kashiwa Reysol had his head down, his expression tense.

Kudo Masato took a deep breath. Their foreign aid looked terrible.

The pressure is on their side.

Wu Shi withdrew his gaze and looked towards the exit.

He took a deep breath.

Silver's voice echoed in my mind:

"The system is giving you a special service today: I'll refrain from yelling at you for 90 minutes."

Wu Shi was taken aback: "Huh?"

"It means you don't need me to listen to your babbling right now."

Silver's tone was unusually serious.

Wu Shi didn't say anything.

The referee whistle blows.

Wu Shi received the ball on the left wing.

The opposing right-back closed in, his hand already on his waist.

Wu Shi glanced at the middle lane out of the corner of his eye.

Muriqui is running, Elkeson is running, and Conca is asking for the ball.

[Silver: Pass to Conca, there's an opening in front of him.]

Wu Shi flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot, sending it skimming along the grass into the middle.

Conca receives the ball, turns, and plays a through ball!

Muriqui beat the offside trap! One-on-one!

The entire audience held their breath.

Muriqui's shot into the far corner

The goalkeeper saved it!

The barrage of comments exploded:

"Holy crap, that was close!"

"That was a great team play."

"It's a pity Muriqui didn't score that goal."

Wu Shi ran towards the corner flag area and gave Muriqui a thumbs up.

It's okay, there's still plenty of time.

11rd minute

Kashiwa Reysol launches a counter-attack. Leandro receives the ball in the middle, dribbles past Zhao Xuri with a series of changes of direction, and plays a through ball to Kudo Masato.

Feng Xiaoting positioned himself to pass the ball to Zeng Cheng.

Wu Shi glanced back at the front of the field.

Kashiwa Reysol's two full-backs pushed very high up, leaving plenty of space behind them.

[Silver: They're panicking.]

17rd minute

Zheng Zhi intercepted the ball in the backfield and immediately made a long pass to Wu Shi.

Wu Shi receives the ball on the left wing, facing the opposing right-back.

Wu Shi didn't rush to break through, but protected the ball and waited for two seconds.

Gao Lin moved from the center to the wing, drawing away a center-back.

Conca moved from the right flank towards the center, drawing away a defensive midfielder.

All that was left in front of Wu Shi was that right-back.

He used the outside of his right foot to push the ball forward and accelerate!

The person is gone!

Wu Shi dribbled into the penalty area, and the goalkeeper rushed out of his goal.

Wu Shi has a strong team spirit.

With a gentle push of his right foot, he passed the ball across the middle.

Elkeson arrived in time and slotted the ball into the empty net!

1 is better than 0!

Tianhe Stadium exploded instantly!

Elkeson rushed towards Wu Shi and jumped onto his back. Wu Shi laughed, enduring the pats from his teammates.

Bullet comments:

"Wu Shi's pass was so selfless."

"He didn't even shoot when he was one-on-one with the goalkeeper, but instead passed the ball across the empty net."

"Elkeson ate so many biscuits he threw up."

"1-0! 3-1 on aggregate!"

23rd minute

Kashiwa Reijin was getting anxious.

Their midfield passing went awry, and Zhao Xuri intercepted the ball and went straight to Conca.

Conca's first-time through ball found Muriqui, who successfully beat the offside trap.

He made it in this time!

2 is better than 0!

The final score is 4-1!

Muriqui celebrated with a knee slide, plowing two tracks into the grass.

Bullet comments:

"They've gone berserk!"

"It's only been twenty minutes!"

"Kashiwa Reysol's mentality has collapsed."

"Tianhe Slaughterhouse!"

Inside the VIP box.

The club owner (who cannot be named) sat on the sofa, surrounded by several men in suits.

One of them was a blond, blue-eyed foreigner wearing a Real Madrid crest brooch around his neck.

Foreigners say in English,

"That number 21."

"Is this the one who said they were coming for a tryout?"

Translator in a low voice.

The shopkeeper nodded and smiled, "Yes, Wu Shi. Seventeen years old."

The foreigners stared thoughtfully at the figure running back on the field.

29rd minute

Wu Shi received the ball on the right wing.

This time he was facing the opposing left-back, who was already a bit dazed from the loss, his eyes darting around.

Wu Shi made a feint to cut inside, and as soon as the opponent shifted his weight, he poked the ball towards the baseline and accelerated!

It's over again!

He broke into the penalty area and passed the ball back in a triangular pattern.

Conca followed up and fired a shot!

3 is better than 0!

The final score is 5-1!

Conca didn't celebrate much after scoring; he just gave Wu Shi a thumbs up.

Bullet comments:

"Wu Shi's hat-trick of assists?"

"It's only halfway through, bro."

"My turtle!"

"Kashiwa Reysol wants to go home."

37rd minute

This time it's a corner kick. Conca takes the kick, Feng Xiaoting flicks it on with his head at the near post, and Wu Shi pokes it into the net at the far post!

4 is better than 0!

The final score is 6-1!

Wu Shi ran towards Feng Xiaoting and joked.

"Sister Ting, with your heading skills, you've been dominating and rubbing me down all these days."

Feng Xiaoting smiled.

"You brat, I'm male, and I like women!!!"

First half ends

4:0.

The atmosphere in the locker room was relaxed.

Lippi rarely smiled, but he quickly suppressed it.

"In the second half, control the tempo. Avoid injuries."

Wu Shi sat in the corner drinking water.

Silver's voice rang out:

"Three assists and one goal in the first half. How does that feel?"

Wu Shi thought for a moment.

"It seems... a little too relaxed?"

So easy!

"That's because they collapsed," Yin said.

Second half, 53rd minute

Zheng Zhi made a long pass from the backfield, and Wu Shi successfully broke the offside trap and had a one-on-one opportunity!

He dribbled into the penalty area and faced the goalkeeper.

[Silver: Push to the far corner, success rate 78%.]

Wu Shi pushed the ball into the far corner.

The ball grazed the post and rolled into the net!

5 is better than 0!

The final score is 7-1!

Wu Shi rushed towards the corner flag area and slid down to celebrate.

The comments section went completely crazy:

"A second time"

"Wu Shi has scored again!"

"Two shots and three passes!"

"All five balls are related to him!"

"The final score is 7-1!"

"Kashiwa Reysol cried."

"Let's beat them 10-1 and let the fans experience the joy of National Day!"

61rd minute

Lippi makes a substitution. Wu Shi is replaced by Rong Hao.

The entire audience stood up and applauded.

Wu Shi slowly walked to the sidelines and took the jacket handed to him by a staff member. He looked up at the scoreboard.

5:0.

The final score was 7 to 1.

He smiled.

Silver's voice echoed in my mind:

"You played alright today."

Wu Shi was stunned for a moment?!

"Wang Defa?!"

"???"

"¿¿¿¿"

"What are you talking about?"

"Just 'okay'?"

"Sparrow is alright," Silver said with a smile, "but a bit better than before."

Wu Shi sat on the bench, watching the game.

In the 78th minute, Kashiwa Reysol pulled one back, making it 5-1.

In the 89th minute, Gao Lin added another goal. 6-1.

The final whistle blew.

The final score was 8 to 2.

In the VIP box, the foreigner closed his laptop and said to the owner of Evergrande:

"We are really looking forward to this number 26's trial in Madrid."

The boss of Hengda nodded with a smile.

On the field, Wu Shi and his teammates were circling the field to express their gratitude.

He looked up and glanced in the direction of the VIP box.

He had been told that some special people would be watching him play today.

However, Wu Shi smiled.

That was an exciting match, wasn't it?