After the hero came on the field, he ran to the midfield first, high-fived Albelda and others one by one, and specially covered his mouth with Aimar, Vicente and others to secretly talk a few words.

As a point-grabbing striker, Hero is well aware of the importance of maintaining communication and communication with the team's main assist player.

Then he ran to the forward line and Mista, high-fived and hugged. Then, the hero was with him and had a few soft conversations.

While he and Mista are essentially rivals in the forward position, they need to be good partners up front, at least for the moment.

Although he is not particularly close to the hero, Mista's personality is not a rebellious and arrogant person, and after a friendly pat on the hero's shoulder, he walked away.

Just from his looks, he couldn't tell what he and the hero were talking about.

After doing this qiē, the expression on the hero's face disappeared, as if he was a soldier entering the battlefield, cold, and the young and slightly immature face of the 18-year-old became a carving at this moment

At this time, his mind has completely entered a calm state, and the speed is so fast that people can't help but feel that he was born to belong to this stage.

Valladolid's central defender Sully watched with interest the hero's completion of this qiē, and then joked with his teammates around him, probably meaning that this Oriental man came up to show his team-friendliness?

His eyes were on the hero, and the contempt and disdain on his face could not be concealed, or not at all.

"Well, at least the young man doesn't seem to be flustered, which is at least good news." Sosa said after paying special attention to the hero's actions after coming on the field.

At this time, Valladolid also made a substitution, which was their third time in the game, replacing a forward midfielder and a central defender.

Seeing this substitution, Valencia fans, including Benitez, stole a look of disdain and annoyance at the smiling Inácio, because at this time Valladolid's formation had become 6-4-0, with no offensive players at all, and a purely defensive formation.

Tian shamelessly put up such a formation, and smiled like this, everyone's perception of Inácio dropped infinitely.

But other than that, they didn't do anything, because what Inacio did was within the scope of the rules, and no one stipulated that there should be no formation without offensive players in football.

In addition, the game time also came to the 83rd minute of the second half after substitutions, and most of that time was wasted by Valladolid players who moved off the field.

His unhurried and leisurely attitude in the midst of the boos of the audience added another fire to the hearts of the Valencia fans at the scene. As a result, every time a Valladolid player touches the ball, the boos are louder and more piercing.

But in any case, the victory of the game still depends on the hard work of the players, and the final score is determined.

Immediately after the resumption of the game, Valencia launched a dangerous attack. Valencia's right midfielder Rufet orchestrated a brilliant attack on the right, and after his incisive breakthrough caught the attention of Valladolid's dense defence, he suddenly shifted the ball laterally over a long distance to Vicente on the left.

Then, Vicente didn't stop to make adjustments, but directly volleyed the ball into the air and suddenly and skillfully handed the ball in front of Mista in the box. This time, Vicente's pass was like a hornet's nest, and Mista instantly fell into the siege of Valladolid defenders.

"Ball! Ball!! Seeing this, the hero immediately raised his hand and shouted loudly to start the ball. Knowing that he doesn't have enough chemistry with his players, the hero doesn't expect Mista to subtly give him the football.

But even when he asked for the ball, Mista seemed to be unheard this time, and reluctantly volleyed into the side-netting.

In this regard, the hero, as a newcomer, could not complain, but could only look up to the sky and sigh a pity, and the look of regret was overflowing on his handsome face.

When he came on the pitch just now, what he said to Mista was that he hoped that he could split the ball at the right time and let the two cooperate on the front line.

But I didn't expect that this time Mista still forgot about jì.

However, the Spanish shooter is also a good character. At this time, he also deliberately made an apologetic gesture to the hero, saying that he was in too much of a hurry to take it just now.

In this regard, what else can the hero do, he has to be speechless.

Time flew by on the field, and before the hero had even touched the ball, it was already in the 87th minute of the second half. Since there were not many interruptions in the second half, it looked like there were only about 5 minutes left in this game at most.

At this time, the psychology of the hero may be the most anxious for the players on the field. If you don't touch the ball once, you don't have a shot on goal, and the game is over, the hero can't accept it.

He can accept failure, ridicule, and blank eyes, but he can't accept ending in mediocrity, inaction.

As a result, he began to run around the front court as he did in a tryout, not missing a second that could suddenly create a chance.

However, this did not make much difference, after all, the Valladolid players had already filled up the ground near their own penalty area, which was the most difficult situation for them to run out of space and wait for the opportunity to break the ball.

However, the hero is not completely without gains, at least his serious attitude to the game has begun to help him win the recognition of a small number of Valencia fans.

However, this is not enough, both for Valencia and for the hero personally.

Under the ardent expectation of his parents, Lili and others, the hero began his last stand. At this time, the time has come to the 89th minute of the second half, and the game is about to enter injury time, and the hero still has not touched the football.

At this point, Vicente's cross from the flank was met by a Valladolid defender and Valencia was given a valuable corner.

The same is true for heroes.

At this time, because of the first few minutes of the game, Benitez, who had no expectations for the hero, couldn't help but rekindle a trace of anticipation, and he thought of the header scored by the hero in the trial match.

"Hey, Oriental boy, you're not going to stand a chance, you're just a good track and field player." While the hero was engrossed in waiting for the top battle, Valladolid's centre-back Sarri beside him couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

As soon as he heard this, the hero didn't say anything except his body stunned. But just looking at his bloodless fist, which couldn't help but tremble slightly because it was clenched too tightly, I knew that his mood was not as calm as he appeared at this time.

Sully's words reminded him of a lot, he thought of Bouad of La Masia, he thought of Inácio on the sidelines, he remembered so many other people, he remembered what they had said to him, those words full of sarcasm and disdain.

After the muscles of his body tightened and his snort was heavy, the murderous aura in the hero's eyes reappeared, the shocking murderous aura that once made Ayala shudder.

While everyone's attention was on Ayala and the others, the hero suddenly retreated a few steps back to the big penalty line at the moment when Aimar took the corner.

His move immediately caught Aimar's attention and caused Sally to smile with disdain. At this point, in the eyes of the Valladolid centre-back, the hero is almost as harmless as the turf on the ground.

With the referee's whistle, the players on both sides in the penalty area immediately pressed forward, pulling, pushing, and hugging, and for a while, Valladolid's penalty area was completely chaotic.

At this moment, Sarri suddenly made a bad noise, and he noticed that the landing point of Aimar's pass did not seem to be the front point of the crowd, but the middle of the small penalty area.

Thinking of the hero's retreat at this time, the uneasiness in his heart expanded rapidly, and he immediately forcibly twisted his center of gravity, crossed his body, and stuck in the middle of the door in front of the door.

At the same time, a violent gasp and footsteps came from behind him. Almost at the same time, a violent force came from behind him, causing his figure, which had been prepared in advance, to stagger, and then to make a gap.

How could you succeed, Oriental boy! Seeing the football come to the sky above the predetermined line, Sully gritted his teeth and lashed out. While jumping in front of the hero to fight for the top, he also threw his right elbow backwards fiercely.

Uh-huh!

Almost at the same time, the hero couldn't help but let out a snort in pain, and Sully struck his right elbow on his lower abdomen, and the sharp pain swept through his body at once, like a demon's kiss, instantly taking away all the strength of the hero who was about to jump on one foot.

However, it did not take away, and the unwillingness in the hero's eyes burned like a fire!

How can you give up?! How can you give up?!! **Target!!!

After gritting his teeth hard, a force surged from under the hero's feet out of nowhere, helping him fly. But he wasn't in good shape when he was flying, and it looked like he was losing his balance in the air.

However, the hero doesn't care, because he is getting closer and closer to football at the moment.

That's enough! That's enough!!

At this point, Sully, who was already full of thought that the hero could no longer make a difference, was preparing to clear the ball with a header. However, just in the next moment, his calmness and excess turned into panic and confusion.

How can it be?! How can it be?!! Feeling the power surging behind him again, Sully felt the unstoppable upward trend, the unstoppable strength.

At this moment, he desperately stretched his neck forward, trying to be the first to touch the soccer ball in the air. But after all, he watched a head full of black hair and was one step ahead of him.

"Shoot! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！！！ Unbelievable! Unbelievable!! Is this a fairy tale?! Is this a fairy tale?!! How could it be this kid! How could it be this kid!! Incredible! It's nothing short of a miracle! Marvel!! It's an assassin's blow! The first time he touched the ball, he scored a goal and saved the team! This Oriental kid definitely has assassin genes in his bones!! ”

As the football broke through the ten fingers of the Valladolid goalkeeper and hit the net like a cannonball, the entire Mestalla stadium instantly boiled.

Boom, it's like thunder on the ground! The explosion also blew everyone up!!

As the hero of the goal, the hero can only get up from the grass at this time, and his body is still in sharp pain from falling defenselessly on the grass at this moment.

But what is the importance of this qiē at this moment?

I scored?!

I scored!!

Although he himself couldn't believe it, what was happening on the scene was telling him that he did score. The great ecstasy came like a wave, flooding his brain.

However, just before he completely lost his mind and went crazy, there was one thing that suddenly occurred to him.

Ignoring Sally, who was still lying aside, and not paying attention to the stunned look in his eyes as he looked at him, he had more important people to pay attention to. With a sudden, he jumped to the sidelines like a sharp arrow, dodging all his teammates who came to him to celebrate.

"Is he going to celebrate with Benitez?! Indeed, it should be. Benitez said with his new appointment," Sousa said with some emotion.

But today, it was not destined to be his lucky day, because the hero who had just completed the goal and slapped him in the face again snapped and hit him in the face again.

Instead of rushing to Benitez, the hero rushed to Inacio, who agreed to be stunned.

Inacio's words sounded in his mind again, and the anger that had been accumulating for a long time burst out in the hero's heart like a fiery explosion at this moment.

At this moment, there was no reason in his eyes, only madness and anger.

It was also at this moment that Inacio suddenly remembered who the hero was, maybe he couldn't remember the hero's face, but he remembered the hero's eyes very clearly, because this was the point he used to laugh at the hero.

"Is it enough to look at you?! What's the use of just having eyes, it's not a waste! The words rang in his head as if they had just been said yesterday.

Just as it dawned on Inacio, the hero took off his jersey.

Grabbing the collar with one hand in his left hand, he aimed the back at Inácio, on which was printed the number 29, Hero, Hero!

At the same time, his right hand was brought together into a knife, and he raised it high at Inácio and slashed it down.

This split, with hatred! With madness!! also with pleasure and revenge!!

It's back to you, bastard!!

At this moment, the hero's face is smiling, but it is chilling!

Chilling to the marrow!!