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Chapter 1500: Chapter 424: Teacher, I Want to Play Soccer

If mental strength was useful, the Koreans would have already won the World Cup!

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s performance, Keisuke Honda realized he was going to be an example of not trying hard again, criticized by the newspapers to motivate young people back home.

Keisuke Honda felt he couldn’t just sit and wait for his fate!

Upon the restart, Keisuke Honda was like he was injected with adrenaline, his footwork was at its peak, and his mind was calmer than ever.

With a flick of his right foot, he passed the ball to his left foot.

With the left foot, he nudged the ball forward, trying to use his skills to get past Higuain.

Higuain extended his foot immediately, and Keisuke Honda quickly pulled the ball back, trying to slip past him.

But Higuain, always cautious, instantly regained his balance and went for another kick.

Keisuke Honda barely had time to adjust, so he braced himself, shielding the ball with his back, making Higuain’s kick inevitably hit the back of his calf.

He stumbled and lost control of the ball, but fortunately, Mamayev managed to get possession.

The Tokyo TV Station commentator shook his head, criticizing: ”Honda has spent too much effort on women, he can’t even get past Chelsea’s substitutes, I thought he could embody the spirit of a Showa man, but now he can’t even compare to the Sun Monarch’s guards.”

Pavel Mamayev tried to force his way past Huntelaar.

Huntelaar had no intention of giving way.

Mamayev, trying to dribble, crashed into Huntelaar, and instead, took a few steps back, losing control of the ball.

Huntelaar took the ball and immediately passed it back.

Modric split his legs, letting the ball pass through, and Nedved was the first to rush towards Huang Kaiwen, who was receiving the ball.

Huang Kaiwen extended his foot to stop the ball, passing it to Ballack, and then turned his head to run down the right wing.

Ramos quickly retreated, preparing to cover for Huang Kaiwen.

Ballack received the ball and smoothly passed it back to Huang Kaiwen, completing a give-and-go play.

Facing the charging Mamayev, Huang Kaiwen didn’t act recklessly and used his heel for a back-pass.

Following up, he continued to dash forward.

This time, Ramos’ mid-range lob was precise, landing directly in front of Huang Kaiwen.

Aside from the right flank, all players were rushing towards Central Army’s penalty area.

Huang Kaiwen carried the ball forward on the right flank, and Aldonin was at a loss.

Years ago, he was shredded by Huang Kaiwen; after a hard-fought switch to the other side, he didn’t expect Huang Kaiwen to come back at him.

Aldonin turned and ran towards the penalty area; as long as he didn’t advance, he wouldn’t be bypassed.

Seeing no one coming to guard him, Huang Kaiwen glanced at the penalty area and struck the ball with his right foot on its far side.

Bam—

This long pass wasn’t very high, but incredibly fast.

In almost the blink of an eye, the ball was falling towards the left side of the penalty area, where Ignashevich jumped and nudged it, precisely passing it to the left flank.

Bale chased the ball, turned around, and found himself blocked by two defenders.

”Pass back!”

Modric shouted from outside the penalty area.

But Bale lifted his left foot for a shot, the ball bounced off Ignashevich’s calf towards the goal, and Akinfeev went down to kick it away, the ball then deflected off Higuain’s foot and out of bounds.

Mourinho, with a stern face, shouted: ”Gareth, Gareth...”

”Coach?”

Bale, with his head down, walked over to the sideline.

”Pass more, understand?”

Mourinho said, putting an arm around Bale’s shoulder.

”To whom? Kevin’s not in the penalty area!”

Bale asked in surprise.

”Then pass to Kevin anyway!”

Mourinho pointed to the pitch and said: ”Kevin can score from 40 meters outside the penalty area, can’t he? But you can’t score facing defenders, so shouldn’t you pass to someone who can?”

”Really?”

Bale scratched the back of his head vigorously, feeling that there was something wrong with what Mourinho said.

How could it make sense to pass from inside the penalty area to outside 40 meters away, but he didn’t know how to argue back.

Bale could only nod silently: ”I got it, Coach.”

”Go on, play well, I think you’re the future world’s number one full-back.”

Mourinho said with a smile, patting Bale on the shoulder.

Seeing Bale smile, Mourinho nodded in satisfaction.

He initially wanted to transform Bale into a winger, and just buy another full-back if necessary.