"System, Skill: Eagle-like vision."

"Ding! A 10% increase in the team's vision and determination has been activated, and the 10-minute countdown has begun. ”

At the moment when the skill took effect, Moreira, with the help of Claudemir, snatched the ball at the feet of Musratti in the opponent's half.

He was 40 metres from the opposition goal and would have opted for a short through ball back and then a longitudinal run with his team-mates.

But this time, he has a bonus to his skills.

So in the crowd, I saw a straight shooting channel.

Driven by hormones, Moreira instinctively chose to kick the goal.

"Boom!"

The sound of powerful shots overpowered the cheers of the fans in the stands.

Like a flaming cannonball, the ball suddenly appeared in front of the Braga goalkeeper after passing through the crowd.

"What the hell!"

Mateus didn't have time to react, despite his experience, despite the fact that he was the captain of the team.

But Moreira was too fast on the ball and his own vision was blocked by defenders......

"Bang!"

The ball spinning at high speed smashed heavily on the post behind the goal after hitting the ball station.

Mateus only felt a chill all over his body, a sense of despair that even if he stretched out his hand, he couldn't stop the shot, and instantly rose in his back.

When I watched it again, the fans were silent and silent.

No one seems to believe what is happening in front of them, no one seems to be sure that it is a goal!

I don't know how long it took, but the sideline commentary finally came back to his senses.

He suddenly shouted, "Come in...... Entered! Our long shot, a long shot from 40 meters away. ”

"Buzz!"

The words of the commentator ignited the lead of the Vizela Stadium.

The 6,000 fans burst out with power at the same time, and the earth-shattering shouts almost broke through the sky.

And in the middle of the field, Moreira felt it the moment he kicked the ball.

But until the ball was scored, he didn't celebrate.

"O my God! It must have been more than 40 meters, and I actually shot in! ”

In the face of his teammates who pounced on him to celebrate, Moreira did not need to disguise, he just looked incredible.

And the commentary on the sidelines also shouted again: "It's Moreira, it's Moreira who scores." ”

Another commentator was even more excited: "The ball speed is as high as 160 km/h, which is really not terrible. ”

……

Porto, who had just finished praying, was almost choked to death by the goal.

He coughed and forced out the coffee stuck in his throat, and roared angrily, "This can't be! That's impossible! That's more than forty meters, and only a madman would knock on the door! ”

Then he got up and spun around twice, then looked at the painting of Jehovah on the wall and said, "God, you play me, right?" Did I do something wrong? Why are you doing this to me? ”

……

In the TV broadcast room, the host, who had finally been proud, fell silent again.

However, he quickly found an emotional outlet for himself, and said angrily: "Although this ball is played very well, I dare to guarantee that if you give him ten more chances, or even a hundred chances, he will not be able to score again, you can see by his expression." ”

Maniche said: "You mean to say that this ball is luck again?" ”

"Of course! This kind of goal is impossible for anyone to score again. ”

"Huh." Maniche smiled: "As the old saying goes, luck is also part of strength, right?" ”

……

In Futray's car.

After returning a goal, the dude is ready to make some additional bets.

Who knew that the second when his finger had just clicked on the confirmed addition, Moreira's long-range shot went in.

"I ...... This ......"

Although it was invisible, a question mark with a capital letter must have floated above Futrey's head.

"Do you want to be so pitiful?" Futrey was on the verge of crying.

"I don't add you and you don't enter, I just fucking threw my old book in, and you're just playing with me like this?"

……

on the web.

A commoner draftsman, who made a picture.

The picture shows an ancient sea ship with a red-coated cannon in the sea ship.

Moreira was holding a soccer ball and was stuffed into the barrel of a cannon by Claudemir and others, and the person in charge of firing the cannon was Simon King.

The title reads: Simon King's gunner, a man who travels at 160 kilometers per hour.

……

Football Association Office.

Fernando Santos, the head coach of the Portuguese national team, is watching the game with President Fernando Gomez.

With Moreira's long-range shot scored, Santos jumped straight up.

"What's this guy's name?"

"Nuno Moreira." Gomez was a little smug and continued: "The ball that Wischer played was very interesting and I would advise the manager to pay more attention to them. ”

Santos nodded politely, but said in his heart: "A relegation team, what can you see?" But this long-range shot guy is still a little interesting. ”

At this time, he already had the World Cup in Qatar at the end of the year in mind.

He was going to look at Moreira a little more to see if the opponent's long-range shot was luck or strength.

If it's the latter, he doesn't mind kicking out a playmaker's sub.

After all, when you can't open the situation, a long-range shot is a big killer.

……

Vizela Stadium.

The brief celebration was over, and the fourth official also held up a sign for three minutes of stoppage time.

Cavaliar was furious, and he angrily rushed to the fourth official to ask why he only had three minutes of stoppage time.

In fact, there is no problem with his complaints, not to mention the time lost on the court due to fouls and substitutions, just say that Simon King used fraudulent injuries to give players more than three minutes of meeting time.

But the fourth official didn't want to pay attention to him, although they didn't favor Wischera in this game, but as the minions of the Football Association, how could the referees not understand the reason of the leadership's intentions.

So, after persuasion and explanation failed, the fourth official called the referee.

Yellow.

Double yellow to one red.

Poor Cavalial, sent off.

Seeing this scene, Simon King threw himself back with laughter.

Since letting himself go, and completely breaking with the expert faction and declaring war, Simon King is in a much better mood.

He no longer hid his emotions, so he strode after him.

"Cavaliaar, have you been sent off?"

Cavalljar doesn't want to pay attention to him, and it's really embarrassing to lose and lose again.

But Simon King's words continued: "Let me interview you, how happy are you when you lose to a group of so-called laymen like us?" Are you happy? ”

"By the way, do you want to practice our pre-game bet? Oh...... I forgot, you were cowards at the time, and it was really Enrique! ”

Hearing his words, even the fourth official who came to expel Cavaliar couldn't help but laugh.

However, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he quickly stopped the impending conflict between the two, and said in Simon King's ear: "Don't do this in the future, this is me, I won't write it in the report for you." If you change someone else, I don't think you will be in command in the next game. ”