Chen Hong really wanted to drag the goalkeeper over and beat him up.
The balls you were supposed to block, you couldn't stop a single one. But the ball you didn't need to block? You managed to stop that one.
He turned to look at the 5–0 score and found it glaring. His legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees.
Seriously, it would've been better if that last ball had gone straight in. Even 6–0 would've been better than 5–0.
After all, when they'd arrived, they'd boasted that they would send the Qinglin Scenic Area Security Football Team home with a 5–0 defeat.
How ironic was this score now?
Chen Hong could only lament how he'd ended up with such a stupid teammate—a complete pig.
The moment the match ended, Liu Fan and the other members of the Qinglin Scenic Area Security Football Team couldn't help cheering and shouting wildly.
They really couldn't believe it.
They'd arrived feeling extremely nervous. After all, they'd never played a professional match before. Who could've guessed they'd beat Certain Football Team—and win by a whopping 5–0?
Lu Tong let out a deep sigh of relief, then broke into a bright smile. He knew he'd finally wiped away the humiliation he'd suffered.
Today, he'd proved that he hadn't been the problem back then. Certain Football Team really was just awful.
Back home, the internet fell silent as soon as the match ended.
That score had hit everyone like a bombshell.
Then it sank in: it really was 5–0.
Huang Rongbin and his friends had watched the whole match, but they still couldn't quite process what they'd seen. They were stunned.
A football team made up of a group of scenic-area security guards had just beaten Certain Football Team 5–0 in the World Cup