Chris Lark's whistle sounded. He ran to the two and showed Wood a yellow card: "Foul! The third round ends. George and Pepe win!"

Mock reacted suddenly, and he jumped up from the ground. He pointed at Wood and shouted, "Why! He fouled! It was him foul! Why was he still winning?!"

"Because your offense is over," Chris Lack explained.

"But he stopped me with a foul! Isn't fouls not allowed by the rules?" Mo Ke refused to give in. Because he knew that he had won three games in five games, if he lost this game, he would be eliminated.

Looking at Mok's angry face, Chris Lak really couldn't connect him with the person who was always proud of him before.

"Have you ever seen a football game where there is no foul in ninety minutes?" The coach who once coached Mok in the youth team asked coldly.

"This is unfair!" Mock was stunned for a moment and continued to yell, "It is unfair to use fouls to stop the attack! If he doesn't foul, I will definitely break through!"

"Nonsense!" Chris Lack also yelled. "You passed Wood, and there was Pepe ahead. When you used Wood's time, Pepe passed, Wood rushed back! You continued to live! Can you pass eleven people on the court?"

"Just enter the penalty area..."

"Don't worry, they will put you down before you enter the penalty area. Just like Wood did to you just now!"

"That's a foul!"

"Have you ever seen a football match without fouls? What did Tony just say? When this is a formal match! Your opponent is not making you pass by a regular match and can't move the pole at will! It's not a robot without self-thinking consciousness!"

Mok was completely stupid.

"Three wins in five games, you lost, Mok. Now, go back to the reserve team!" Chris Lack said coldly at the field in the west.

The players watching on the sidelines suddenly felt a little embarrassed when they saw this scene in front of them. No matter what, George's move just now was really beautiful, which made people amazed.

"David.  " Tang En walked in and reached out to stop his assistant.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    �

Chris Lack looked back at Tangen. He didn't think it was Tangen's extra gift at all. On the contrary, he felt that Tangen wanted to completely destroy Mok's belief. Because with Mok's current performance, it was impossible to win a game successfully.

Mock picked up the football silently. Walked back to the starting point.

Eastwood, who was completely a foil, sighed and shook his head and followed him back.

In the fourth attempt, Mock planned to rush directly when facing Wood. This time Wood didn't even have to turn his body, so he made a judgment in advance. He stuck the position and Mock hit him head-on and the ball was broken.

There was no longer any discussion or booing on the sidelines, and all the players were shocked by what they saw - in fact, everyone knows how good Mock is, and there is no chance of winning one-on-one with Wood. What shocked them was that Mock was still rushing, and he was meticulous and serious in his execution of orders even when facing weak opponents. Many people changed themselves and Mock in their hearts, and then felt that if he was facing Wood like this, he could only feel desperate...

Pepe watched Wood compete with Mock in the front. He shrugged from behind and turned around and grimaced his face at the teammates who were watching the game outside. What is the two-on-two in this competition? It is completely George Wood who fights Adriano Mock alone. He and Eastwood are passers-by A, B, C, and D...

The fifth round.

Mock continued to fight Wood alone. Pepe leaned over to prepare to rush forward once Wood carries him. Although he knew that this opportunity was small, he couldn't always let Wood be the protagonist. As for Eastwood? Let him take a walk in front of the door.

This time Mock no longer rushed head-on, but instead led the sideline to the sideline, blocking Wood in the inside and leaving the football on the outside. Use the body to make a wall. Block Wood's collision and possible tackles. In this way, even if Wood wants to tackle, he can make a judgment in advance to push the football away and avoid it.

After running a few steps, he made a fake move to stop and cut inside. Wood shook his center of gravity and continued to knock the football forward!

But can Wood be so simple to get rid of it? Mock is not so naive. He shook a little bit of a distance, and he adjusted again and then kicked up...passed the ball!

As the football was about to pass through, one leg stretched out from behind, rubbed the toes on the football, and the ball turned straight and flew out of the "bottom line".

The sigh of relief from a group of onlookers was exhaled.

George Wood caught up at the most critical moment. He won five games without allowing the opponent to escape from his defense zone.

When Mok saw the football suddenly change the line and flew straight out, his knees softened and he fell to the ground.

His partner Eastwood walked up at this time and said to him: "Do you want to hear my feelings? Boy? What a pity that last ball." He shrugged and left.

Wood stood up and patted the grass clippings on his butt and walked away, without saying a word to Mock.

Two black shadows appeared in front of him, and Mock looked up. It was Chris Lak and Donn.

"You lost, Mok." Chris Lack said expressionlessly.

"I know, coach..." Mock said softly with his head down.

"Do you know you lost, or why you lost?" Tang En asked.

“I shouldn’t have worked alone…”

"What's that reason?" Tang En snorted.

"Sorry, boss. I don't know..."

Tang En raised his feet and stepped on the solid land: "Down to earth, down to earth, boy. That way you can go further." Then he reached out and patted Mok, "Good skills, keep going. Now go to the reserve team to report. If you want to be loaned out to play games, apply."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Go back and think about it, Mok. I hope these five games today will help you in your future path." Chris Lack finally smiled. "You have talent, but football is not played by talent."

Mok opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Tang En's voice. The two were attracted by what happened over there.

"What are you going to be stunned? Why are you going to be up? You haven't started training yet! The show is over, so I'll go back! We've been wasting too much time... Freddy! What are you doing?!"

"Wow——Boss!"

When Mok retracted his gaze, Chris Lack also left. He stood alone at one end of the court, watching the group of first-team players who were starting to train.

Chris Cohen, who he had always looked down on, was jogging in the team. Before this summer, he was just an unknown man who seemed to be unable to see a future in the reserve team.
Chapter completed!