Chapter 2: A goal ignites everyone's hope
However, Joshua lifted his leg too high and kicked too hard, sending the ball directly into a sky-high shot.
It flew over the opponent's goal and into the stands behind.
Although the ball didn't go in, it was still a very beautiful attack.
After all, before Lin Nan came on, there hadn't been a single shot, and they had been constantly suppressed by the opponent.
The main referee's whistle blew, pointing to the goal, signaling.
Goal kick!
Joshua spread his hands, a bit frustrated; he had wasted this opportunity.
Lin Nan stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.
"There will be more opportunities, don't get discouraged, keep going!"
"From Joshua's emotional value +666"
Oh, wow! That works too?
Then I'll have to try it more; no matter what it's for, I'll save it.
There are still 20 minutes left in the first half, which is enough time for him to equalize or even take the lead.
The goal kick was taken, flying directly over midfield and landing just outside the penalty area.
However, the aim was poor, and Holy Heart's defender got to the ball first, heading it towards the center circle.
But this clearance was still off-target, and players from both sides began to scramble for the ball in the center circle.
Lin Nan's eyes were now fixed on the ball, and he quickly retreated, rushing towards the chaotic crowd.
The opponent gained control of the ball and dribbled, preparing to launch a new round of attack.
The dribbling player waved his hand, signaling his teammates to push up, observing suitable passing positions.
He completely failed to notice a figure running up beside him.
Just as he lifted his foot, preparing to pass the ball.
A gust of wind swept by, and the ball at his feet was taken away.
He didn't notice at all, taking a big swing and hitting nothing but air.
With a big swing at nothing, he lost his balance and fell directly to the ground.
This pulled a muscle in his thigh, and he writhed in pain, clutching his thigh.
Lin Nan dribbled the ball, calling out to his teammates to counterattack.
He didn't forget to shout at the fallen player.
"You're too weak!"
The fallen player felt even more pain; not only did his leg hurt, but his heart hurt too, and he groaned even louder.
"From…"
Sure enough, there's more, hahaha!
Emotional value babies, wait for me, I'm coming!
Lin Nan shouted in his heart, feeling full of energy at that moment.
The main referee noticed the Royal player on the ground, but Lin Nan's action just now was very clean, and his attack was powerful, so he did not blow the whistle.
After Lin Nan touched the ball, it seemed to stick to his feet.
After all, with Neymar's BUFF stacked, he beautifully faked out the opponent who came up to intercept.
He dribbled at high speed towards the opponent's penalty area, and his teammates were also very supportive, quickly pushing forward to find advantageous positions.
How could the opponent let him dribble easily? Two players rushed up, preparing to close him off, block him, and steal the ball.
Lin Nan was not flustered at all; he gently pushed with his right foot, and the ball rolled through the defending player's legs.
He also changed direction, regaining control of the ball.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Your small gate is too open!"
His mouth never stopped, and the system kept broadcasting in his mind, making him very happy.
Although the defending player was angry, he quickly turned and chased.
After all, he was half a beat slow, so how could he catch up easily?
The Royal defenders, two more players, ran up to block.
"Only two? You can't stop me!"
Lin Nan made a feint, leaning to the right.
His footwork, however, was very honest; with a light flick of his toe, the ball flew directly over the opponent's heads, landing behind them.
Affected by the previous feint, the opponents lost their balance, and when they tried to turn and get the ball, the two of them collided directly.
Lin Nan ran and shouted with a smile!
"Infighting, is that even allowed?"
"From…"
Hahaha, more again! Then I'll score first and see how much emotional value I can get this time.
Lin Nan, who had faked out the two, slightly bent his left leg and tapped with his heel.
The ball obediently flew over his head, and the opposing player who came up to cover seemed about to touch the ball, but it didn't land.
As the ball flew over his head, it also changed direction; he trapped the ball with his right foot, turned, and sprinted towards the goal.
But how could the opponent let him get close to the penalty area? The person wearing the captain's armband rushed up to cover.
"Even the captain came? Still a small weakling!"
His mouth continued to provoke the opponent, making the opposing captain's face turn black with anger.
Lin Nan, meanwhile, lightly flicked the ball, and it flew up again, soaring over the opponent.
He made a nimble turn, chested the ball down, and unleashed a volley.
The ball flew at high speed into the top corner of the goal, hitting the net with a satisfying thud.
The opposing goalkeeper didn't even have time to react before the ball was in.
The referee's whistle blew, and the goal was valid.
The move just now was truly beautiful; everyone was stunned.
It wasn't until Lin Nan ran to the sideline and made a celebratory gesture that a frantic roar erupted from the stands.
This was Holy Heart High School's home ground, and having conceded two goals to the opponent, everyone was afraid to watch.
Lin Nan's goal directly gave everyone hope.
Teachers and students spontaneously shouted, "Score another one, score another one!"
While Holy Heart was celebrating, the injured Royal player was also escorted to the sideline for emergency treatment.
Lin Nan and his charging teammates celebrated with chest bumps.
In his mind, the system prompts kept ringing.
"From spectator Shiva's emotional value +666"
"From the coach's emotional value +999"
…
The various emotional value broadcasts made him even happier.
So much! It seems that as long as I score goals and stir up everyone's emotions, I can earn emotional value.
But there wasn't much time to think about these things; the referee's whistle blew.
Toot ~
With a long whistle, the referee pointed to the center circle and quickly ran towards it.
Kick-off again, and the score on the big screen also changed to:
1:2
Still one goal behind, but this goal ignited the hope of his teammates.
The coach had long forgotten that he had been yelling at the assistant coach on the sideline just moments ago.
"Lin Nan is on the field, why wasn't the strategy conveyed? Do you not want to work anymore?"
He was seen cheering with his arms raised, directing his players back to their respective positions, ready to defend.
The referee's whistle blew, the opponent kicked off, passed it back to their half, and organized their attack.
Although they conceded one goal, they were still leading; after a brief moment of panic, they steadied themselves and organized their attack.
Lin Nan was strolling on the left wing at this time, and emotional values were still pouring into his mind.
"From Coach Massimo's emotional value; +666"
"From opposing goalkeeper Boone's emotional value; +999"
"From teammate Gento's emotional value: +333"
"From spectator Edward's emotional value: +999"
…
Lin Nan paid no attention to the voices in his mind, his gaze fixed on the ball's position.
After Lin Nan scored, it seemed to give his teammates a shot of adrenaline.
Everyone no longer hesitated in their tackles, pressing the opponent, providing defensive cover…
Finally, Philip made a beautiful tackle, and Paul sent a long pass, the ball flying towards Lin Nan.
The force of this kick was a bit strong, flying from the right wing with no sign of dropping.
Lin Nan didn't hesitate, quickly chasing after it to contest for the first touch.
Finally, just as the ball was about to go out of bounds, Lin Nan jumped high, lightly headed the ball, chested it down, and the ball obediently landed at his feet.