"You little brat." Morientes looked at Chen Zhong and said through gritted teeth, "When did you become so good at defense?"
"No choice, the team needs it."
"It's all for playing football! Nothing shameful about it."
Joaquin on the wing moved like a bullfighter, stop and go, stop and go, approaching the sideline. He spotted Morientes in the distance, and Morientes saw him too.
Some people.
Seem to be chatting with you while actually distracting you.
Joaquin made a lob pass, Morientes turned, trying to attempt a bicycle kick, but Chen Zhong stepped in early and blocked him, rendering the attempt futile.
The ball landed in front of Chen Zhong, Morientes scrambled up from the ground trying to steal it from behind, but Chen Zhong just pushed the ball forward and launched into a charge.
