It hurts

Three balls...

The boy who was defending himself has already scored three goals in this game

What did you say at the beginning?

"Don't think of another shot in this game"

After scoring the first goal, I swear that this will be the last goal of the bastard in this game

Now, he's scored three fucking goals

And he scored three goals by himself

It's simply...unbearable

The flames in Gerxino's heart suddenly surged, and they became more and more intense.

To lose him

Ignore this bastard who dares to ignore himself

I'm losing this bastard who makes me embarrassed

This thought emerged in his mind and became clearer and clearer.

His eyes staring at the glory seemed to be blowing fire outwards.

He clenched his fists hard.

※※※

In the face of such a goal loss, Nelsono Baptista did not swear at the defensive players.

He stood there blankly, and even though various sounds were already heard in the court, he still maintained this position.

Only then did he realize that he thought he knew the Sao Paulo players very well and it turned out that it was wrong...

Why can a rookie who has only learned football for eight months be alone in the game, break through Flamenco's numerous sieges and complete a hat trick?

What went wrong with my intelligence collection work?

He couldn't figure it out.

Such a fact that completely violated common sense brought him a huge impact.

Let him stand on the sidelines like a wooden stake and remain motionless.

And beside him, Flamenco's assistant coach and substitutes were holding their heads with their hands, unable to believe all this.
Chapter completed!