Descartes was still breaking through the Novara penalty area with the ball.

By this time, the game was coming to an end, and Novara's players were starting to relax a little.

Although they have fended off a desperate attack from Pavia for almost 70 minutes, they have not been without paying any price, with the Novara defenders having already received four yellow cards, with one of the defenders even suspended for the next game for accumulating yellow cards.

This is also the result of the referee's mercy.

If the referee had lifted Descartes' stockings to see the scars on his legs, he would have pulled out at least two more yellow cards.

Naturally, in the last attack of the game, most of the defenders were yellow cards, and the Novara team's defense was not as tight as before.

So Descartes finally broke through to the opponent's big penalty line.

This is the first time since this game that Descartes can easily dribble the ball in such a dangerous area, and the previous few times, in exchange for the opponent's flying tackle or blocking, he failed to create a single kill.

Defending Descartes is Novara's left centre-back, a player who has already received a yellow card in the previous game, so his movements are cautious and his center of gravity is low, he doesn't want to give Descartes a chance to break through, otherwise he will probably have to pay another yellow card to keep him, then he will be suspended for accumulating two yellow cards in the next game.

He wanted Descartes to shoot just outside the box and the game was over.

And Descartes looked just as he had hoped, looking up to see the opposition goalkeeper standing, as if he was really ready to end the attack with a long-range shot.

"Could it be that this guy has lost confidence by himself and his teammates?" Novara's left-back thought with some smugness, and what he said about "supernova" turned out to be nothing more than that.

Just as he relaxed, Descartes suddenly raised his left foot high and was about to shoot from distance? The left-back's pupils shrank to the size of a pin's eye and, out of habit, threw his body sideways to block Descartes' shot.

But Descartes' foot fell lightly again, and then pushed forward, brushing past him.

It's a breakthrough!

Novara's left centre-back hesitated, and if it was just the start of the game, he would have pulled Descartes in without hesitation, as it was still outside the penalty line, and at best it would have been a free-kick and a yellow card.

But now that he has a yellow card, and the game is coming to an end after this attack, is it necessary to work so hard?

The defender pondered for just a few tenths of a second, then gave up reaching for Descartes and let him pass by his side.

Isn't there still his own teammates in the back, and even if he is allowed to score one, they will lose this game.

The defender quickly found an excuse for himself, and then he landed on the ground in peace and watched how his teammates were defending Descartes.

After Descartes brushed the defender, he appeared in the box with the ball for the first time in the game.

The exhaustion in Descartes' eyes was gone, and now he only had the ball in his eyes, just as Kobe Bryant had only the basket in his eyes, and nothing else.

Novara's defenders reacted quickly, and when Descartes burst into the box, two other defenders pressed on left and right, firmly blocking his shot.

Descartes then leans to the right and makes a forward left pass.

There, Pavia's striker Sciakaluga was battling his pace with Novara's midfielders.

Looks like it should be a dangerous cross.

Novara's first defender, although in front of Descartes, looked in the direction of his pass, and there was no ball?

What's going on? The defender, who was very experienced, immediately understood that it was a fake facsimile button, so he quickly withdrew his gaze and leaned his body towards Descartes.

He didn't expect to knock Descartes out of the way just like that, and in fact if he did, it would undoubtedly be a foul.

His aim was to stop Descartes with a single blow, and his teammates behind him could destroy the football, and the chemistry between them had been cultivated over the years, and he had no doubts about his teammates.

And his team-mates didn't disappoint him, as he sprinted the ball towards the left side of the penalty area, and with the little time his team-mates in front of him bought him, he was confident of breaking the ball before Descartes.

However, in the next second, the ball once again disappeared from the sight of the two defenders.

Nima: Is this Chris Angel playing magic?

Both defenders froze at the same time, and then a white light flashed out of the corner of his eye, and it was the black and white elf who appeared to the right of the defender again.

It was the "ox tail" that passed, and Descartes used his left foot to make the "ox tail" pass.

Is this guy Superman? Two weeks ago, Lancian's head coach Gadiani was still saying that his left foot was a weakness, and today he used his left foot to make a difficult move like "bull tail", Nima is still called a weakness?

In fact, they don't understand that there are some movements on the court, sometimes they can really only be described as "a flash of inspiration", in fact, Descartes can do the "ox tail" movement with his left foot, even on the training ground has not succeeded a few times.

But at the most critical moment, it succeeded.

At one point, Descartes deceived the defense of two defenders, and then he was faced with a goal as wide as the sea.

As for the goalkeeper who had not yet figured out the situation, he was no longer in the eyes of Descartes.

Kicking out and shooting, Descartes finally scored a goal for Pavia in the last second of the game!

But just after that goal, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, and in the end, at Pavia's home stadium, the low-key Tesel used his strategy to walk away with a valuable victory.

Almost everyone thinks that Pavia has lost hope of qualifying.

Defeated 2-1 by the opponent at home, the opponent not only scored two away goals, but also won one, so when it comes to the opponent's home stadium, what can Pavia rely on to pull back a game?

Descartes?

He did work hard enough in this game, even more than he had played in any previous game, and he fought the pitch for 70 minutes.

However, his efforts did not change the situation, and on a tactical level, Pavia were completely suppressed by Novara.

Even the local newspaper "Current Affairs" in Pavia commented on the match, believing that Donatoni's tactics were completely restrained by the opposing head coach, Mr. Tesel.

In particular, his "defense as offense" forced Pavia to temporarily change the pre-war arrangement, which directly led to Pavia's two goals conceded in the first half, which was regarded as "premeditated".

The gap between the two teams can be seen clearly from the head coach.

Actually, this report is not wrong, Artilio. Tesel later brought Novara all the way to the First Division, and his ability is definitely not comparable to that of Mr. Donatoni, who has been in the Third Division for a long time.

And in this game, whether it was his pre-game deployment or his response on the field, he completely destroyed Donatoni.

When Donatoni was still hesitating whether to attack or defend, he used Ventola's personal ability to score two goals in 3 minutes, and when Donatoni gritted his teeth and replaced Descartes, he decisively let the whole team switch to dead mode, and finally even in Pavia's home stadium, Pavia could only obediently raise his hand and surrender.

And Pavia's "star of hope" Descartes, if it weren't for the face-saving goal in the last second, his performance in this game can only be described as "powerless to struggle".

The defeat was a very bad mood for Descartes, who saw the Carabao Cup as his last gift to the townspeople before leaving Pavia, but now the situation is very precarious, and the next game will return to the home stadium of Novara, and only God knows how much chance Pavia will have.

A depressed Descartes washed up in the dressing room and went straight back to his home, where even Ann Jieli's kisses did not make him feel better.

It wasn't until the end of the next day's training that Descartes unconsciously walked to the junior team training grounds, and he was eager to talk to Mr. Mankaard and tell him his doubts.

Monsieur Mankald sat down with Descartes with a smile on his face, and looking at the loneliness on Descartes' face, he smiled and asked, "What's the matter, still haunting yesterday's defeat?" I'm curious, it's not like you haven't lost a game, why do you mind so much about this game? ”

Descartes didn't know how to describe his feelings, and after thinking about it for a long time, he said to Monsieur Mankald with some embarrassment: "Monsieur Mancard, you have always taught me to trust my teammates, but I felt ...... and ...... in yesterday's game."

"Feels lonely, doesn't it?" Mr. Mancard understood what he meant, and spoke it for him. Descartes blushed a little, both Mr. Mancard and Mr. Rocca had taught him to trust his teammates, but he did feel a little blushing when he felt that way.

But instead of reproaching him, Monsieur Mankaard said to him slowly: "This is normal, Descartes, and I ought to be glad for you, for it means that you are far ahead of them, and they are no longer able to keep up with you." ”

"You mean, I'm now at a level that is better than the C-League?" Descartes was a little surprised, but a little delighted.

"Of course, it's obvious." Mr. Mankaard replied as he pleased: "Don't forget that you are already the core of the Italian national junior team, how can you be satisfied with the level of Serie C." But Descartes, you should understand that football is not a one-man sport, and even if you have outperformed all your teammates, you can't rely on the strength of one person to win, you know? ”

"I know." Descartes nodded, and said with a disappointed expression: "But yesterday I tried my best to believe in my teammates, and I tried my best to participate in the game, and I still failed, and I feel very uncomfortable." ”

"No, no, no, Deska, you have to understand that you are only a person, you are not a god, no matter who can fail, failure is not directly related to how much effort you put in, failure can have various reasons, you don't need to take the responsibility for failure on your own." Monsieur Mankaard shook his head, patiently persuading Descartes.

Descartes, however, was still very frustrated, and he felt that he had suffered a heavy blow to the fact that he could not change the outcome despite all his efforts.

Monsieur Mankad did not immediately continue to persuade Descartes, he just looked at him with a calm face, until the loss in his eyes was replaced by doubt, and then he said slowly: "I understand your feelings, Descartes, but you must know that even when Maradona first came to Naples, he did not win the championship immediately, until Carreca, Alemão, and Zola joined the team, and Maradona was able to lead Napoli to become the champion." It's the same with you, you don't have to decide the outcome of a football game alone, even if your teammates are much worse than you, you have to rely on them and believe in them. It's only when you rally your teammates around you that you can use your best energy, you know what I mean? ”

Descartes thought of his teammates' performance in the second half, they built a wall for themselves, counter-robbed for themselves, and even made a "pick-and-roll" tactic for themselves that can only be found in basketball, although their ability is indeed limited, but they also did their best to help themselves.

Even for the last goal, if there were no other teammates to help him open the gap, he would probably face more than three defenders.

They've done the best they can, so what's the reason to blame them?

If you want to win, the best way is to keep getting stronger, whether it's in Pavia or any other team, if you don't want to lose, you can only rely on yourself and your teammates.

Descartes' fighting spirit regained in his eyes, he looked at Mr. Mancard, and said seriously: "Thank you, Mr. Mancard, I think I have understood, I will go back to practice now, and in the next game, I will work harder to defeat Novara." ”

"Huh." Mr. Mancard smiled with satisfaction, his eyes almost narrowed to that of Uncle KFC, and then he teased kindly: "Descartes, you can't just target a team like Novara, you are worth £12 million now, you should have a bigger goal." ”

"Haha." Descartes laughed happily, and after a long time he turned around and said to Monsieur Mankaard with a serious face: "I know Monsieur Mancard, and though I am not a god, I hope that sooner or later I will become him." ”

"Good luck then, little one!" Mr. Mancard's eyes narrowed, and there was a glint of relief in his eyes.