Juninho Pernambucano felt the sweat sliding down.
He rarely had moments this solemn.
But a person's reputation precedes them, and facing Huang Kaiwen, he dared not be careless.
Unexpectedly, the psychological pressure in just an instant had him sweating on his forehead.
At such a moment, he naturally didn't dare to wipe the sweat away.
However, affected by Earth's gravity, the sweat kept sliding, running along his eye socket towards his inner eyelid.
This would inevitably impact him.
Juninho Pernambucano exerted effort to move his facial muscles, pushing the apples of his cheeks upward, trying to delay the sweat's entry into his eyes.
But just at that moment of relaxation, Huang Kaiwen extended a foot and poked the ball from behind.
Juninho Pernambucano, too late to stop it, only felt underfoot go empty as the ball was poked behind him!
Grosso, who came up to support, quickly sped towards the ball.
But Huang Kaiwen was even faster.
