The Midfield Master

However, Neymar recalled Huang Yifei's illustrated foot penalty in that game.

In that case, Huang Yifei dared to make such a high-risk action. You must know that if you fail, it means losing a most important game.

At this time, if you fail. Just losing a ball right, compared to Huang Yifei's decision, the risk he has to take is really too small.

Neymar gritted his teeth, and then Neymar's actions will surprise the audience.

"You guy, just wait for me to steal the ball!" Before Ortega finished speaking, he saw the ball passing over his head, like a rainbow after the rain.

The arc was so perfect and beautiful, the only thing that was bad at the time was that this seemed to be a rainbow drawn by the opponent.

"The rainbow is amazing!" Almost everyone present uttered such a word in unison. And Neves, the chairman of Santos, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, lifted his eyes, and a look of wonder flashed past his face.

"This guy!" Lucas murmured.

"Really, it's unexpected!" Even Brazilian football, which is famous for fancy football, can make a rainbow over the pitch on the pitch. It is very rare.

This must require an absolutely empty space and not so tight ear defense, the offensive players can calmly complete a complete set of actions of the rainbow, but Neymar was in the situation just now.

Being able to do it really refreshed Lucas's understanding of dribbling.

It was not only Lucas who was also surprised, but Sao Paulo's players were also stunned, and it was this stunned moment that Neymar discovered the loopholes in Sao Paulo's defense.

A random through ball with a length of 30m found the Santos forward Oscar who was running towards the enemy penalty area. This through ball was extremely powerful and precise. The Sao Paulo players had no time to stretch their legs. The ball seemed to be long The eyes generally reach Oscar's feet.

Oscar smashed the ball and shook the goalkeeper who had made a mistake, randomly and easily pushed into the net. Santos equalized the score!

"What's the name of this kid!" Neves asked the assistant coach Dales who was by his side to accompany him to watch the game.

"That guy is called Oscar. This kid is very talented. Now he is the best shooter in our team!"

"Not the one who scored, but the one who passed the ball."

Neves frowned, dissatisfied that he didn't get the answer he wanted.

"Um, that kid is called Neymar da Silva. But this kid is usually on the bench. The performance just now can only be said to be accidental!"

"Is it accidental? It's not that you said it. Keep watching the game and let us take a good look at this kid!" Neves touched the sparse beards on his chin and said calmly.

"Neymar, you kid can do it!" Oscar stepped forward and hugged Neymar. Seeing that the scoring heroes all stepped forward to celebrate, other players also approached Neymar and expressed their appreciation for Neymar.

At this time, a self-confident seed was slowly planting in Neymar's heart. Neymar understood that this seed was definitely not planted by himself, but because of his father, Huang Yifei's encouragement to him.

Although Huang Yifei and Neymar seem to have an eight-stroke relationship, just through a video, the relationship between Neymar and Huang Yifei has become so close.

Neymar raised his hand. Shouted loudly.

"Come, come, let's continue, let the other side take a look at us, our Santos Football Club, it's not easy to mess with."

Under Neymar's leadership, Santos changed his previous slump and became more and more courageous in the scene, and Neymar seemed to have found his own way of football.

He still likes to show off his fancy football on the field, but every time he passes, it is just right, and Neymar will never pass the ball that should be passed. Sometimes, the state is really a mysterious and mysterious thing. At this time, Neymar is playing more smoothly and happily when he is on the court. It seems that the opponent in front of him is no longer the same age group as Neymar.

Neymar knew what all of his changes came from. He went home from school every day and couldn’t wait to run into his room to study every handling of the ball in Huang Yi’s enclave. When I was sleepy, I took notes tirelessly, recording my thoughts while watching the video of the game. It seems that now, Huang Yifei's figure is overlapping with himself, and every movement of Neymar begins to imitate Huang Yifei, but Neymar is not exactly like Huang Yifei.

Neymar's unique samba style is something Huang Yifei doesn't have.

Santos and Sao Paulo fought fiercely for 90 minutes, and the score was still 1-1. At this time, as long as which team can get the first goal, it will win this game.

"Dales, do you think Neymar is still a short-lived thing now?" Neves turned his head and looked at Dales.

"Whether it wins or loses in this game, the club will try its best to train Neymar in the future," Neves said next to Dales puzzled.

"Chairman, it's just a game, and it's not all, is it so sloppy?"

Neves lowered his head, then raised his head to look at the sky. "Dales, I have been in contact with football for a lifetime, and I think the child in front of me will be the most likely next superstar of our club after Pele!"

While they were talking, the referee blew the whistle and Neymar broke into the penalty area with his dribbling and was put in by the Sao Paulo defender.

Almost no one raised any doubts, Neymar put the ball in front of the penalty spot, this ball will be penalized by Neymar.

Before the penalty kick, Neymar's mind began to replay the man's free throw in that game.

It seems that at this moment, he is once again in the Champions League with tens of thousands of spectators.

Neymar took a deep breath, then.

Sink your shoulders, run up, and raise your feet. As for the result of the game, it is not that important anymore. Because at this time,

In the Brazilian state of Sao Paulo, a future football superstar is rising, and now, in any corner of the world.

There are also many children who are inspired to embark on their own football road because they watched a video of a certain person's game.