The happy head coach Nobalcho didn't know how unhappy Mu Jiade felt: "Tell me! Those who say that this Chinese kid can't do it are rubbish! Where is his skill not good, it's because others don't have the skills to stop him, so he can't do it! Madhesi, you idiot! Liar!"

Although he hated Madhesi more in his heart, Mu Jiade still did not forget his duty, he stared at Jiang Xinwei and the football at his feet with fire, he must prevent him from breaking through himself, and he must perform better than Madhesi. Even if I can't break the ball, I'm going to hurt your leg!

Seeing the football rolling over, Jiang Xinwei, who was running back, stretched out his right foot and was about to stop the ball, Mu Jiade immediately started and rushed over.

The football hit Jiang Xinwei's right foot, but the ball did not stop and bounce back.

Mu Jiade, who rushed over, was stunned: What's the matter? He made a mistake? How could he not stop such a ball? This ball is not fast. Is his ball really bad?

At this time, he saw Jiang Xinwei's left foot step forward, which just collided with the beating football, and the football rolled forward again.

Just as Mu Jiade was about to kick out, he only saw Jiang Xinwei's outstretched left foot dragged back, and the football was brought behind him with a whoosh.

Then, Jiang Xinwei turned around sharply and chased after the rolling ball.

Mu Dejia could only watch Jiang Xinwei walk away with the ball, and his body was still rushing forward because of inertia, and his right foot was still kicking Jiang Xinwei's leg that no longer existed.

After Jiang Xinwei, who had passed Mu Jiade, caught up with the football, he pushed the football forward with his right foot and then increased his speed, and ran wildly.

The second Atlanta player who rushed over to defend him made a swoop. He just saw the football roll in front of him at high speed, and then he saw Jiang Xinxu turn into a whirlwind and blow in front of him.

Countless Livorno fans shouted excitedly one by one: "Rush!

"Come on, King Huaxia, you can do it!"

"Get one!"

"Get one!"

Even some of the substitutes on the bench couldn't help but raise their fists and chant along with the fans.

"Holy!" Atlanta head coach Nobaljo scolded nervously, his eyes angrily glaring at Mugaard as he rolled to the ground, and then at Madhesi.

Although Madhesi was running hard at this time, ready to stop Jiang Xinwei who was rushing over, the head coach was still full of anger at him, if his eyes could kill, Madhesi at this time had been split into pieces by the head coach's gaze: "Liar! You are what you said his skills are not good? You are shirking responsibility! You misled us!"

Unlike the angry Nobalcho, Livorno's head coach Lasvali was very calm, and said with a smile: "With Wang, this manager's business is too simple." It's to appreciate, to appreciate how he plays, how he tramples on each other one by one. ”

Journalist Dennis lamented: "The Livorno team has really risen. Perhaps, Atlanta will be a stepping stone for them. ”

When people outside the field were sighing, Jiang Xinwei found that there were more and more opposing players in front of him. Although he easily escaped Mujiad's marking, there was still a lot of delay, and during that time, the Atalanta players quickly shrank back into their own half, shrinking the backline.

However, Jiang Xinwei ignored it, he still sprinted with the ball, at this time he couldn't feel others, and he only thought about how to poke the ball under his feet into the opponent's goal.

He caught up with the rolling ball, drove it forward, and then trailed it into the box.

Just entered the penalty area, facing the opposing goalkeeper who attacked, Jiang Xinwei made a shot with his feet. The opposing goalkeeper quickly pounced in the direction he judged.

However, Jiang Xinwei did not shoot the ball, but just flicked the football outward with the outside of his right foot, and after seeing the goalkeeper fall to the ground, he was slamming the kick.

Whew-

The ball flies, the ball goes into the net!

Two to zero!

The goalkeeper lying on the ground calmly looked at the bouncing football in the goal behind him, and watched Jiang Xinxu run to the sideline with a smile, and the opponent who had him there also greeted him with open arms.

They began to celebrate.

It was only then that the referee's whistle blew, and the belated whistle declared the goal valid and the serve was resumed.

Atlanta coach Nobalcho sat in his seat and looked calm, but if anyone saw his right hand, they would see that his right hand had been twisted into a half-drunk bottle, and the plastic on his fingers had begun to turn white.

His opponent, Rasvali, was also clutching a bottle of mineral water, and he didn't jump up in excitement, but he was holding the bottle with both hands, grabbing the bottom of the bottle with one hand and the cap with the other, twisting the cap and the bottle like a thick thread, and then pouring the spout at his mouth.

As soon as he took a sip, he burst out laughing, and the mineral water that had just entered his mouth spurted out like a fountain, accompanied by happy laughter.

Mu Jiade, who was staring at Jiang Xinwei, lowered his head and slowly walked towards the midfield, his eyes scattered, not knowing where to look.

Jiang Shige hugged Jiang Xinwei and said happily: "Wang Guopeng, you are so good! Thank you so much." With you, we're on a foothold in Livorno!

Jiang Xinwei smiled: "You think too much. Play step by step first, and you can go to whatever level you can. …… Can you make it to the national team?"

Jiang Shige smiled: "If you want, we can, we can follow you." ”

Jiang Xinwei waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, now is not the time to talk about this issue." ”

As the score widened, Nobalcho had to adjust his tactics, allowing his team to shrink the defence and no longer let his players press the attack.

In his opinion, the morale of the players is down, and it is not a time to expect the team to equalize the score in the first half, after all, the first half is only a few minutes away. The current mentality of the fans is that if they don't concede a goal, it will be the final result. The stadium is not a place for you to create miracles, at least not what you can hope for now, maybe you will attack wildly, and it will be the opponent who creates miracles.

If he was really beaten 3-0 or 4-0 by his opponent in the first half, his wisdom of Nobalcho's whole life would be ruined.

Seeing that Atalanta gave up attacking, the Livorno team, which had already scored two clean sheets, was very satisfied, and they did not continue to press, and the tempo of the two sides slowed down a lot.

The referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half, and the score was still 2-0. The Livorno fans shouted wildly, this result was really much more than they expected, in their opinion, the Livorno team can play the draw against Atalanta is already God blessed, how can it be possible to win against the other side? And the score is so huge?

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