"The clock has reached 87 minutes. Wright stands before the ball. The free kick is 30 meters from the goal, making a direct shot difficult. They’ll likely coordinate a play!"

"Oh? We see Zhao also approaching the ball. Will he take the free kick?"

"Everyone surely remembers his two world-class shots from the last game. This distance is certainly within his range, but a set-piece direct shot is different from open play."

"The goalkeeper and defenders have fully prepared their defense. With his shooting technique, the ball should land within the goal frame, but scoring will be difficult!"

Wright played awkwardly throughout the match, compounded by the excellent scoring opportunity he missed in the first half, leaving him feeling very impatient.

He saw Zhao approaching and felt a bit displeased.

He was the team's primary set-piece taker, and this was an opportunity on the left, perfectly suited for him.

More importantly, Zhao's set-piece skills in training were an eyesore.

In his view, Zhao's initiative was just youthful exuberance, wanting to show off.

Anyway, it wasn't a prime scoring chance, so wasting it wouldn't matter.

Wright was angry. Although Zhao had strong finishing abilities, he was still young and didn't prioritize the team's victory. He was too selfish!

Zhao walked up to Wright and whispered a few words. Wright frowned, looking impatient.

The fans in the stands cheered, shouting Zhao's name, clearly eager to see him perform.

"The jeering fans in the stands have completely infuriated Wright!"

"Indeed, Zhao is new to the team, and Wright sees this behavior as inciting fans to provoke a teammate!"

"Even if Zhao scores, this behavior might cause unpleasant friction among teammates!"

Wright was a bit angry. He walked away, giving the opportunity to Zhao.

If Zhao could seize this chance, the conflict between teammates might temporarily dissipate. If he failed, the team's unity would suffer!

Falk, arms crossed, stood on the sidelines. Zhao was indeed too young, eager to show off.

He had seen Zhao's set-piece skills. With a defensive wall, he could barely kick it!

From this distance, a goal was impossible!

And he had also argued with Wright.

It seemed he needed to have a good talk with Zhao.

Football wasn't an individual sport. If he couldn't get along with his teammates, he would eventually be isolated.

Not just at Norwich, but at any team in the future, how would he score if no one passed him the ball?

Wright, head down, swung his arms and stormed off. He stood in the center, ready for a second attack.

All the players saw his displeasure.

Zhao took a deep breath and stood before the ball. Unlike the previous game, several attacking routes appeared in his eyes, along with varying probabilities at the goal, representing scoring opportunities.

The system had upgraded after his debut.

Zhao raised his left hand to the sky, holding up two fingers.

"This must be a pre-rehearsed tactic."

The players in the penalty area nodded, understanding Zhao's gesture!

"Yes, this is a pre-rehearsed tactic. All the players in the penalty area rush to the near post, except Ospina, who runs towards the goal. Ospina is marked by a center-back, they must be looking for Ospina, a pass… oh dear, this pass is wildly off…"

The fans in the stands simultaneously sighed and covered their heads. The ball was neither at the near post nor the far post. The tactic completely failed. No one contested, and it was far from the goal, not even landing in the penalty area!

Falk shook his head. Wright would likely be relentless now.

"This pass is really… Wright! Wright!" Rod suddenly widened his eyes.

Wright, sulking, stood in the center, waiting for a second attack, so no one marked him.

Everyone had ignored him, focusing only on the ball's landing point.

By the time they noticed Wright, he was already in front of the ball's landing point.

As the Fulham defenders frantically rushed towards the landing point, Wright had already wound up for a powerful shot!

"Wright! Wright!! Goal! Goallllll!!!!"

Wright spread his arms wide, rushing like a whirlwind towards Zhao, who had provided the assist.

Zhao stood in place, raising both hands. Wright jumped on him, punching the air towards the fans in the stands.

In an instant, the silent stadium erupted with passion.

Eighty-eight minutes of waiting, eighty-eight minutes of frustration, released in an instant!

Blood was boiling!

Falk jumped up and down five or six times, veins popping, roaring to the sky.

All the Norwich players rushed over like madmen, surrounding the two of them.

"Wright! In the same position as the first half, he missed a golden opportunity. This time, he has redeemed himself!!!" Rod shouted, watching the replay.

Brook, speechless, kept laughing.

"Zhao's pass tricked all the opponents and all his own teammates!!"

"Hahaha…" Brook laughed until tears streamed down his face. "Wright was even pretending to be angry. He ran there the moment Zhao kicked the ball. Everyone's attention was on the near post and Ospina. No one marked Wright… This tactical arrangement, Falk, that废物, he definitely knows nothing…"

"Even though Wright missed the ball in the same position, Zhao chose to trust his teammate! Wright! He didn't betray Zhao's trust! Norwich has equalized!"

Wright grabbed Zhao's head with both hands, roaring.

He was initially dissatisfied. He didn't quite believe Zhao's tactic, because he knew Zhao's passing was terrible!

But he still ran over, because not going would be a huge mistake on his part.

When he got there, the ball landed perfectly.

No adjustment needed, a shot right into the soul!

The Fulham coach stood on the sidelines, frowning. Wasn't Zhao supposed to be bad at passing and dribbling?

How did he make that pass?

The force and angle were extremely comfortable, allowing Wright to shoot easily without needing to stop the ball.

What kind of monster was this?

The golden sea converged. The fans in the stands waved their jerseys and banners, shouting the names of the goal scorer and the magical kid who delivered the precise guidance!

"Zhao's first touch! He didn't choose to shoot, but chose to trust his teammate and complete an assist! His choice was calm and wise! Is this really an eighteen-year-old from the Dragon Country??"

"Falk, that 废物, Zhao would have won earlier if it weren't for him, why make it so difficult?"

Zhao glanced at the Divine Passing Card in the system. It hadn't disappeared, just turned gray, so it should trigger again.

"Zhao, thank you, thank you! I should have trusted you!" Wright put his arm around Zhao as they returned to the field, still excited.

He shouldn't have doubted Zhao's choice!

"Five minutes of injury time, will there be another miracle? Will the magical kid from the Dragon Country bring another miracle to Carrow Road??" Rod couldn't sit still anymore, standing up and shouting passionately.

On the field, Norwich's midfield, ignited by this goal, attacked the opponent's left and right wings wave after wave, as if injected with adrenaline.

Fulham's 3-4-3 formation had many flaws. In the final minutes, they kept fouling Zhao to stop the attack.

Before Norwich equalized, all the fans hoped the referee would blow the whistle as soon as possible. A draw would be good!

Now, facing the league leaders Fulham, the fans stood up, only wishing the game would end later.

Looking at the young man who was fouled and covered in grass, Carrow Road shouted again.

Zhao kept running in Fulham's penalty area, with the defenders desperately following him.

Wright-Phillips on the wing broke through tirelessly time and time again.

They knew that with just one chance, if the opponent's defender wasn't careful, Zhao would have the ability to send the ball into their goal!

Wright had the ball at his feet, shifting his weight to the right, staggering two steps, and the ball appeared next to his left foot.

Accustomed to using his right foot, it seemed difficult for him to pass the ball again.

When the defender relaxed slightly, Wright crossed his right foot behind his left leg.

Rabona, pass!

There was chaos in the penalty area. At this moment, the defenders didn't dare to push Zhao down with big movements, because that would mean extreme punishment, a penalty!

They could only double-team him, locking all of Zhao's receiving routes.

Zhao was sandwiched in the middle, unable to move.

He desperately broke free, looking at the high ball, damn it, heading 5!

If he headed it, he probably wouldn't touch the ball!

In desperation, Zhao leaned on the two defenders, using their strength, exerting force from his waist, raising his right leg high, head down.

His whole body flew upside down.

Bang!

His right foot solidly connected with the fast-flying ball.

The ball instantly changed course, flying towards the lower left corner of the goal.

Bounced, into the net!

Zhao fell heavily to the ground.

2:1!

"Ah!!!!!! Zhao!!!! China! China!! Chinese kungfu!!!"

"Zhao!!!!!"

"Haha…" Rod shook his head, looking at his crazy partner. At this moment, any commentary was superfluous.

The fans only needed to hear Brook's passionate shouts!

Inside the Dragon Country Football Forum, without formal broadcasts, a small number of people found the link.

Watching Zhao's juggling backflip, bicycle kick, there was a joyful uproar.

"That's my son, that's my son!" The man shook Jiang Ping vigorously, who was already falling apart.

Clumsy, alarmed, not a bit of a human, isn't that what you usually tell others?