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"Mr Ann, is this alright?" Wang Weijie scolded them for a while and felt extremely good about it.    

    

Cui Yong and the others were no longer nervous. After feeling that they had been scolded, they were already feeling angry and in a good mood.    

    

On the stage, the two commentators could still understand some Chinese. They looked at the Penglai Football Team with stunned faces.    

    

"If I didn't hear wrongly, didn't the Penglai Football Team players just curse a lot?" A commentator said in shock.    

    

The other commentator, who had studied Chinese before, nodded his head fiercely, "This player from Penglai Football Team is too lacking in manners. He's actually swearing."    

    

"That's right, why do I feel like they've already given up in their hearts and are trying to take advantage of me?" The commentator on the left laughed out loud, "However, this is within our expectations. Iron Stick Team is one of the top ten strongest teams, how can we compete with them?"    

    

"I think so too." The commentator on the right also laughed along, "Anderson, how about we guess how many balls Huaxia will lose in Penglai Football Team?"    

    

"This is a good topic."    

    

I still remember last year's Iron Stick Team selection where I met a team from China. I directly kicked one of the teams into a eleven to zero, eleven to zero, and the team from China even passionately hugged the other team after the match. It's too shameless.    

    

"Aren't Chinese players always so shameless?"    

    

"Haha …"    

    

"..."    

    

"What's the report about?"    

    

"He seems to be mocking China's team."    

    

"But I think that's the truth. Chinese football is so rotten, how can it win against Iron Stick Team? I'm a fan of Iron Stick Team!"    

    

In the stands, many people had already started discussing, as they did not think highly of Penglai Football Team.    

    

"No one supports us." Hearing the discussion, Wang Weijie was dejected.    

    

"Junior brother, are you sure those red clothes are here to cheer us on?" Fann Xi's ears were good, the ones who heard the most bad things about them seemed to be the Chinese s clad in red.    

    

The most ridiculous thing was that many people started to complain that they shouldn't have bought tickets. Since they had already eaten a huge loss and wasted the time and money on the plane tickets, they would have never come if they knew that Penglai Football Team s were arranged to compete with them.    

    

Ann Sudong looked at the spectators in the stands, and was speechless, why were fewer and fewer people supporting them now?    

    

"Mr Ann, in my opinion, you shouldn't have provoked me just now." Cui Yong was regretting his decision.    

    

"That's right, this has become even more of a joke."    

    

"You guys are all guilty my ass!" Fann Xi turned his head around and unhappily said, "You bunch of mortals … People just don't have backbone. With us brothers here, what are you afraid of? "    

    

"It's not that I'm afraid …"    

    

"Alright, let's start the game." Fann Xi pushed Cui Yong away immediately and exchanged a glance with him. The two of them ran to the front.    

    

"Ah Niu, you will be in charge of stopping the ball. With the alcohol gone, don't sleep anymore. Give the first leg to Junior Brother Ann, I will support him. Of course, there is no need." Fann Xi looked at Ah Niu and closed his eyes, roaring loudly.    

    

"Look, Penglai Football Team is actually still fighting internally right now."    

    

"He couldn't have been scared silly, right?"    

    

"I think so!"    

    

"..."    

    

One wave of mocking laughter after another sounded out as they unceremoniously began to criticize them.    

    

Ann Sudong directly avoided the enemy forward, causing the enemy forward to be shocked. After all, their own side had the weight of the ball, so no matter how one looked at it, the first leg would have to be intercepted by the enemy forward.    

    

But the people from the Penglai Football Team were great, they immediately gave up, and went over, just like they were just passing by to watch the show.    

    

"These idiots."    

    

The front line member of Iron Stick Team revealed a contemptuous expression and ridiculed in Korean: "I think we can kick them eleven to zero today."    

    

The captain of the team was a man who was close to thirty years old. Although his body wasn't in his best condition, he was experienced and had excellent skills.    

    

He spoke in Korean, "Don't let your guard down. After all, we lost to them in Peninsula Team."    

    

Another forward said disdainfully: "Captain, don't worry, they are just lucky. Moreover, Peninsula Team is just a novice in our eyes, if they can defeat Peninsula Team, they are not on the same level as us."    

    

"..."    

    

"Look, the frontline of Iron Stick Team has easily surpassed the front lines of the Penglai Football Team." Looking at the scene, Anderson shouted excitedly.    

    

"Looks like it's easier than I thought. Today, the No. 8 Player s aren't as brave as we thought, and their Peninsula Team is indeed weak. When they meet a real expert, they can't do anything about it."    

    

"Why don't I see that the two forwards from Penglai Football Team did not stop them at all?" Anderson suddenly frowned. "I keep having the feeling that something is off."    

    

"What's so strange about that, that's because the forward techniques of Iron Stick Team are so good, we didn't even give them a chance." The commentator on the right continued to mock.    

    

Ah Niu yawned, seeing that the opposing striker had already brought the ball over, he picked his ears and lazily said: "It's so troublesome, even if you don't want to use your legs, you still want me to use them."    

    

"We're about to enter the restricted region!" The commentator on the right cheered, "You want to score a goal so easily?"    

    

A gust of wind blew past, accompanied by dust.    

    

"What's going on?"    

    

Anderson's eyes widened and he rubbed his eyes again, "The ball, the ball was actually snatched away by the opposing defender, No.10."    

    

"How is this possible?" The commentator on the right also rubbed his eyes, his face filled with disbelief, and said: "What a miracle, how did Penglai Football Team's tenth guard manage to do it, it's too fast, look, the Iron Stick Team's forward hasn't even reacted yet."    

    

"He passed the ball!" Anderson shouted loudly, "To think that a big foot was sent to the feet of the fifth forward of Penglai Football Team! Heavens! Number Five had actually defeated three of the opposing defender! This is too unbelievable! This is too unbelievable!"    

    

Ann Sudong passed by three of his opponents on his way back. The remaining guards also started to get nervous.    

    

This was also the first time that Iron Hand had been pushed into their backfield so quickly. He wasn't prepared at all, but as expected of Iron Hand, he immediately waited for Ann Sudong to shoot.    

    

"Junior brother, shoot!"    

    

Fann Xi was getting anxious today. He couldn't understand the other party's words in the face of his provocation, and this was what annoyed him the most. Therefore, he was prepared to use the most incisive method to retaliate against the other party.    

    

It was said that Iron Stick Team was one of the top ten strongest teams in the world. From today onwards, they would occupy this position.    

    

Ann Sudong did not hesitate and directly shot out with all his might. He watched as the football drew a beautiful arc in the air, going past the gatekeeper's hands, and then rolling into the goal in an unbelievable arc.