40 Massacre of the Brazil Team, Shocking the Football World!

When Zhao Yijiao scored with a long shot, the fans in the stands were instantly overjoyed.

"Score another one!"

"4:0!"

Some veteran fans who had been watching the sport for a long time shouted loudly at the pitch, eager for the Youth National Team to net one more.

When the other fans heard the veterans' chants, they caught on in a second and joined in the clamor.

If the opponent in this match had been any other team, a three-goal lead would have been enough to ease off.

But considering the opponent was the Brazil Team, three goals were certainly not enough; scoring one more and keeping a clean sheet was the ideal scoreline.

Even without the fans' shouting, the Youth National Team players on the pitch had no intention of slowing down at this moment.

For them, if they didn't take advantage of the rare stage of the Youth World Cup to showcase themselves, it would be hard to find such an opportunity again in the future!

Stimulated by the prospect of playing abroad, the players were desperate to seize every chance to prove themselves; how could they possibly show mercy?

In the second half, the Youth National Team frequently created threats, menacing the Brazil Team's goal time and time again.

However, after receiving a yellow card, the Brazil Team's Goalkeeper Renan performed better and better.

He made save after save, keeping the Youth National Team's shots out of the net.

It wasn't until stoppage time that Chen Tao broke through the Brazil Team's goal once more with a high-quality free kick, locking the final score between the Youth National Team and the Brazil Team at 4:0.

This scoreline inevitably brought to mind that World Cup group stage match from three years ago.

The score of the two matches was identical, but the names of the winners had been swapped.

One can only say that karma is a cycle, and no one escapes the heavens.

The face that the National Football Team lost three years ago had now been reclaimed by the Youth National Team.

The fans who came to watch the game in person were incredibly satisfied, and many felt the thrill of a great grudge being settled.

The moment the match ended, the National Football Team fans in attendance stood up collectively and spontaneously offered the loudest applause and cheers for this Youth National Team:

"The Youth National Team is truly awesome! Tsk tsk, 4:0 against the Brazil Team—I wouldn't have even dared to imagine this score before the match!"

"Who's to say otherwise? I originally thought scoring just one goal would be a success. Who would have thought these kids would be so fierce, finishing with a 4:0! That's the Brazil Team we're talking about!"

"I've felt these kids on the Youth National Team had it in them since they were small!"

"No words needed, just pure greatness!"

Regardless of the results of the subsequent matches, this hearty and thorough victory made their long journey to watch the game worth every effort.

After the match, Lin Feng was named the Best Player of the match without any suspense.

And the news of the Youth National Team slaughtering the Brazil Team with a 4:0 scoreline was like a depth charge dropped into the Football World, shocking the entire community!

In Germany, at the hotel where the Brazil Team was staying.

Kaka, who was preparing for the Confederations Cup, was lying on his bed getting ready to rest after a day of training.

Unlike the senior players on the team, Kaka was a very disciplined player who never indulged in the glitz and glamour of nightlife.

He kept a strict schedule every day, sleeping early and rising early, striving to maintain his best form to welcome every match.

But just as he was about to turn off the lights to sleep, the "bicycle boy" Robinho from the room next door suddenly burst in:

"Hey, Ricardo, I just found a very interesting video, come take a look!"

Without waiting for Kaka's reaction, he started playing the video on his own.

Kaka looked a bit helpless, but it wasn't easy to kick the other man out immediately, so he patiently began to watch.

The clip Robinho brought was from a match. After glancing at the jerseys of the players on both sides, Kaka realized that one side was the Youth National Team from his own country.

As for the side wearing red jerseys, judging by their appearance, they should be a team from East Asia.

Kaka subconsciously thought of the Japan team.

Two days ago, the Brazil Team had just been held to a 2:2 draw by the Japan National Team in the Confederations Cup.

Being able to draw against a Brazil Team boasting top star players like Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, and Kaka, the Japan team's strength was quite formidable.

When the video first started, the expression on Kaka's face didn't change much.

But when he saw the number 10 of the red team deliver a long pass that precisely found a teammate in the frontcourt, Kaka couldn't help but nod:

"This number ten on the red team has good vision, and his passing accuracy is excellent!"

Robinho nodded nonchalantly, signaling him to keep watching.

Then, Kaka was shocked!

"What is going on here?"

Seeing Kaka's shocked expression, Robinho burst into laughter, revealing a satisfied look; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

"How about it? Doesn't it feel a lot like you? Honestly, when I first saw this video, my reaction was about the same as yours. I even suspected for a moment if this guy was your long-lost brother!"

Kaka shook his head and chuckled. He knew his father wasn't the type of man to go around sowing wild oats, so that possibility simply didn't exist.

Besides, the two not only looked completely different, but they were also of different races, so how could there possibly be a blood relationship?

But why was his playing style so similar to his own?

Thinking of this, Kaka developed a keen interest in this person who played football so much like him.

If there was an opportunity, he would really like to get to know him.

In Italy, the office door of Inter Milan Leader Moratti was suddenly pushed open.

Transfer market director Oriali rushed in with his laptop, looking full of excitement.

"Leader, you must see this!"

Having said that, he began fiddling with his computer on his own and started playing a video.

The Leader of Inter Milan, Moratti, looked puzzled; what kind of wrong medicine had Oliari taken today?

What on earth could it be that made him so impatient?

With a bit of curiosity, he began to watch the video intently.

Before the video was even finished, Moratti could no longer sit still.

"Where is this person now? Has he been signed by any other team?"

Although it was only a few clips, Moratti saw the shadow of Kaka in this young man.

The same outstanding speed, the same powerful explosive force, and the excellent ability to combine with the ball while running at high speed.

It clearly looked like he had pushed the ball too far, but the opposing defensive players could never reach it.

The ball he pushed out would eventually return to his feet.

And he used this method of forceful ball-pushing to dribble past one defensive player after another.

Once a player like this starts running, they are almost unstoppable.

In recent years, Inter Milan had suffered quite a bit at the feet of Kaka, and they had deep grievances about it.

There were many players with fast speed and strong explosive power.

But there was only one player in the whole world who could play like Kaka.

However, now, it seemed another one had appeared?

Having missed out on Kaka back then, he could not afford to miss out again this time, no matter what.

Oliari seemed to have long guessed that Old Man Moratti would have this reaction, so he immediately said:

"We are currently sending people to investigate his background, but he shouldn't be a player for any major club. As for him, he is currently in the Netherlands participating in the Youth World Cup, and we can send someone to contact him at any time."

Hearing this, Moratti nodded, picked up the phone, and called Inter Milan's sporting director Branca, preparing to have him go to the Netherlands with Oliari.

Almost at the same time, the news of the national youth team slaughtering the Brazil Team by a large score in the Youth World Cup spread throughout Europe.

And major clubs successively received reports sent back by their scouts.

In the reports they sent back, the name of an Asian player was mentioned repeatedly.

Influenced by this, many clubs realized that another Peerless genius had emerged in the Youth World Cup!

"Is the news accurate? Is he really only 17 years old?"

Wenger, who was scouting targets for the new season's signings, immediately had his eyes light up after hearing the news.

What, there's a wonderkid? Where?

And after receiving confirmation from his assistant, Wenger made a prompt decision:

"Quick, book me a flight to the Netherlands immediately, we leave tonight!"