Descartes picked up the ball in the middle of the penalty area, with Boumsson in hot pursuit, and Inter Milan's trailing central defender Mattia in front of him. Caladona.

Born in 1988, the young man is one word away from the best of the ball and is now the main right centre-back of Inter Milan's junior team.

In the previous two goals of Descartes, he did not have a direct dialogue with Descartes because of his position, so so until now, his confidence is still very high.

Caradona had already been very disdainful of his team's two left-backs and left-sided centre-backs, and the two idiots were broken through and scored by Descartes one after another, which was simply a shame for Inter Milan's junior team, and he was deeply ashamed to be in the company of such pig-like teammates.

And now, it's time for me Caradona to make a name for Inter!

Caradona has always been very confident in his own abilities and, like many Inter teenagers, he is also full of disdain for Descartes to be so touted by the media, and he is convinced that if Inter can beat Pavia last time, they will be able to trample them under their feet this time.

And the guy who was touted as some kind of Italian "future star" didn't dare to face him for the first 30 minutes, doesn't this just show that he is afraid of himself?

How did the poor and arrogant Caradona know that Descartes had been operating on the left side of Inter for the first 30 minutes because of his playing habits, and he had nothing to do with the fear of this inexplicably arrogant guy.

So in this offense and defense, Descartes easily made the "Almost Word Ball King" who was still quiet in a wonderful fantasy recognize the reality.

A pendulum-like technical move similar to Ronaldo's easily dazzled Caradona, and when he was broken through like a stake, he reacted and hurriedly reached for Descartes' jersey.

But before his hand could touch Descartes, he suddenly heard Descartes let out a scream, and then fell to the ground like a felling tree, almost like a lightning bolt.

Holy, fake fall? This was Caradona's first reaction, he immediately raised his hand and rushed to the referee like a race, shouting as he ran: "Fake fall, fake fall!" I didn't run into him at all, he's a liar! ”

Then he saw the eyes of his companions and referees around him fall on him as if they were looking at an idiot, what was going on? I'm really wronged, I haven't even touched him yet!

Caradona's heart was full of bitterness, Nima was too dark, could the home field blow the whistle like this? Can you fake a fall at home? The most hateful thing is still a group of their teammates, they actually look at them with the same eyes as the referee, aren't they their comrades? Would they rather believe that the liar than believe that they are innocent?

Caradona turned around angrily and prepared to confront Descartes, but when he took another look at the scene of the crime, he realized that he was indeed a fool, because it was not him who committed the foul, but a Boumson who was chasing Descartes.

Boumsson had already tackled in the box before Caradona could reach out, but his tackle went straight to Descartes' foot as Descartes' foot protected the ball, and it was an undoubted penalty.

Poor Caradona, he thought that he had suffered a great grievance, and ran all the way to appeal to the referee, who knew that it was his teammates who betrayed him this time......

No wonder even the players of their own team look at themselves like that.

One misstep becomes a thousand hatreds!

Caradona is now eager to dig a pit directly on the lawn and bury himself, especially the faces of his companions around him who forcibly hold back their smiles, making him almost worse than dead, if there is really God, he has only one thought now: God, kill them!

The amusing episode didn't interrupt the game, as Descartes won a precious penalty for Pavia with five minutes to go.

However, the price of the penalty also seemed to be quite large, because it was the supporting foot that was tackled, and Descartes was still lying on the ground gasping for air, and his body was curled up in a ball looking uncomfortable.

Mr. Mancard on the sidelines was completely angry, compared to a penalty, Descartes' health is the most important thing, without Descartes, how should Pavia teenagers play the next game? The team was accustomed to counter-attacking in the second half under Descartes, and if Descartes did sit out due to injury, they would have lost more than a penalty.

Mr. Mancard waved his hands angrily and yelled at the referee on the sidelines, putting pressure on him, while at the same time Miriavaka was yelling at the referee on the other side of the field, not because he disagreed with the referee's decision, but because he was purely posturing, also to put pressure on the referee and prevent the referee from sending off his players.

But in such a place, since the penalty was blown, it was impossible not to take out the cards, and in the worried eyes of Mr. Miriavaka, the referee took out a ruby God of War card, handsomely shook it to the "black and hard" Bumsson, and pointed his finger to the sidelines.

In the last game, Boumson sent Descartes off the court with trash talk, and in this game, Descartes sent him out with his own feet, and in the dark, one report after another, it all seemed to be out of providence.

Bumsson walked out of the pitch with his head drooping and speechless, full of remorse for what had happened. With his football experience, it was impossible for him not to know what would happen if he tackled in such a place, but at that moment, he felt a string called reason in his head suddenly break, and he had only one thought in his head, which was to prevent Descartes from scoring again, so he suddenly got hot-headed and made the decision to make a flying tackle.

If God gave him another chance, I believe that he would not have tackled from behind even if he thought about it a hundred times, but even he himself couldn't understand, why was his brain confused at that time?

When he walked off the field, he didn't hear his head coach Mr. Miriavaka reprimand him at all, in fact, Miriavaka didn't even look at him, in his heart, this was not the main force, just a chess piece specially arranged to deal with Descartes, he had already given up.

This game has made it abundantly clear that it is impossible for Boumsson to contain Descartes, so what good is he for? What's more, he was still hot-headed and took the initiative to apply for a red card, so that Inter Milan would play more with less in the next few minutes, and it would be even more difficult to equalize again.

This brainless thing, never give him a chance to play in the future!

Boumsson may not have imagined that at this very moment, he had already been sentenced to death by Mr. Miriavaka. Not the end of his game, but the end of his entire football career in the Inter Academy.

This is also the first soul of Descartes in his long football career.

Due to Descartes' injury, the game was interrupted for a few minutes, and after a brief examination by the team doctor on the sidelines, it was confirmed that Descartes had only suffered some hard injuries and did not hurt his muscles and bones, which was a very fortunate thing.

But Monsieur Mankaard did not dare to slack off, and he replaced Descartes with a defender, fearing that if Descartes was injured again in the remaining minutes, it would really be worth the loss. As for the penalty, leave it to someone else to take it, these guys can't even score a penalty, right?

This was the first time that Descartes had been substituted after returning to the team without playing the full 45 minutes, but he knew Mr. Mancard's mood and did not show any displeasure, instead saying to his teammate Riverard: "Mommy, the rest of the game will be handed over to you." ”

Riverard is very popular in the team, and he has a good temper, but he is a little verbose, so everyone affectionately calls him "Big Mom".

Feeling the encouragement from Descartes, Riverard nodded vigorously and replied, "Don't worry, Descartes, I won't let you down." ”

Descartes nodded, and walked out of the court, helped by the team doctor.

On the sidelines, Descartes insisted on standing aside, ready to finish the penalty before going back for further treatment.

Liviald stood in front of the penalty spot, took a deep breath, although his usual edge in the team was always firmly covered by Descartes, but he also had a fire in his heart, in the face of this chance to beat Inter, he felt his whole heart beating, so he ran a few steps hard, and then kicked the bottom of the football with his instep.

It was a powerful volley, so fast that it was almost impossible to see, and then Riverard kept an eye on the trajectory of the ball, and found that the opposing goalkeeper had judged the right direction, but he couldn't stop the ball at all, so he raised his heart to his throat, ready to cheer at any moment.

At this moment, a dull "thumping" sound came from the football field, and the powerful shot hit the post of Inter Milan hard, and then bounced to the outside of the baseline.

"I ...... ! Liverard's voice that had been ready to cheer was forced back into his stomach, and a nameless anger burst out of his heart, followed by deep disappointment and great loss.

Penalty missed!

No one on the pitch expected such an accident to happen, at the moment when Riverard shot the football, even the Inter players thought that they were dead this time, who knew that there was really a miracle in the world, they actually escaped death incredibly!

The teenagers of Inter Milan hugged each other tightly as if they had won the final victory of the game, they cheered, jumped, and desperately celebrated the aftermath of the catastrophe, and even Mr. Miriavaka on the sidelines pressed his heart hard, although it was a game of the junior team, but the pressure was also very high.

Compared with the ecstasy of the Inter players, the Pavia teenagers are full of silence on this side, these young players didn't expect Liverard to miss a penalty kick at all, they were originally the same as Riverard, they were ready to start cheering, but the situation changed abruptly, and in a blink of an eye, the advantage that had just been reached was gone?

Riverard lowered his head, tears began to roll in his eyes, this ball, kicked not only his own pride, but also the efforts of his teammates for nearly 90 minutes, Acerbi was covered in a black and white jersey, Descartes was almost kicked off the leg, everyone desperately fought for such an opportunity, just buried in his hands, he only felt that the sky fell in an instant, and only boundless darkness was left in front of him.

At this moment, a childish but angry voice suddenly came from Levirad's ears: "Auntie, don't be discouraged, defend, defend!" We haven't lost yet, so let's go back and defend! ”

Liviald raised his head and saw Descartes jumping and jumping on the sidelines at a glance, unlike those teammates who were lowering their heads and sighing, Descartes didn't seem to be bothered by the missed penalty at all, waving his arms and shouting loudly to Riverard: "Mom, don't give up, hold on for these five minutes, we haven't lost yet!" ”

yes, we haven't lost yet! A light suddenly lit up in Liverard's heart, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and shouted to his teammates on the field: "Don't give up, let's hold on for the last five minutes, we haven't lost yet!" ”

One by one, the boys of Pavia raised their heads to the shouts of Descartes and Riverard, yes, we just kicked the penalty kick away, and we are still tied with Inter!

To be able to draw with a strong team like Inter, what reason do we have to feel disappointed?

So the players of the Pavia Juniors team once again held their heads high, and they will never be afraid again, because Inter are now celebrating the draw, what does that mean? This shows that they are a team at the same level as Inter, so what is there to regret?

None of us are afraid!

In the next few minutes, Inter's morale was high, but the Pavia junior team also resisted desperately, and neither side was able to break the deadlock again, and the game ended in a 3-3 draw.

It wasn't until after the game that the young Inter player named Balotelli went directly to Descartes, and he said to Descartes: "You are very strong, but I will beat you." ”

Descartes was equally impressed by the black charcoal, for they were both ten years old, but the black charcoal was a lap stronger than him, so he replied without showing weakness: "As long as I am on the court for a day, you will never surpass me!" ”

"We'll see." With a fierce look in his eyes, Balotelli glanced deeply at Descartes and walked out of the court with his teammates.