I Must Have Him

"Sao Paulo couldn't go on like this. They were being pinned back by Bayern Munich!"

[I said before the match that this game would prove whether Chen Anno was a fraud or not, but some people still argued with me. Look at this. It's been over ten minutes, and he can't even keep hold of the ball.]

[Are you a Chen Anno hater? Didn't you see they've been pinned back the whole time? Chen Anno has barely even touched the ball, and you're already spouting nonsense.]

[That idiot was definitely sent by the club that kicked Chen Anno out. Pure idiot. Case closed!]

[I think he's right, though. Didn't he get the ball once just now? Schweinsteiger bumped him and he completely lost his balance. Only self-deluding people like you still think he's some real genius. If he were a real genius, how could he not even get games back home?]

Li Batian's livestream started arguing again. Some people who couldn't stand seeing Chen Anno do well seized on one weak point and began trampling him, as if they had seen through everything long ago.

But soccer was often like that. Just when everyone thought they had everything in their grasp and had seen through it all, something unimaginable would immediately happen.

The 16th minute of the match.

Goalkeeper Ceni launched Sao Paulo's first attack in the truest sense with a powerful throw.

Denilson received the ball in midfield and immediately passed it to Chen Anno, who had already sprinted forward.

Schweinsteiger stuck to him like glue. With no choice, Chen Anno let the ball roll to his right, using his left arm to hold the other man off and his body to shield the ball.

Chen Anno tried to power up and accelerate away, but Schweinsteiger was extremely experienced. He stayed tight to Chen Anno's left side, with a few little tricks from his hands, and Chen Anno simply had no way to get running.

Just when everyone thought Sao Paulo's attack would come to nothing, Chen Anno suddenly slammed on the brakes. Because of inertia, the two broke free from their tangle.

Seizing the chance, Chen Anno used the outside of his left foot to nudge the ball, faking as if he meant to break through down the left.

Schweinsteiger, who had already forced himself to stabilize his balance, immediately shifted left...

But in the next instant, the ball that had been touched left seemed to snap back like a rubber band, suddenly bouncing to the right.

A left-footed elastico!

And Chen Anno's move still wasn't over. With his right foot as the pivot, his body spun on the spot like a top, wiping straight past Schweinsteiger from the front.

Marseille turn!

The entire move flowed like water, fast and silky smooth!

Schweinsteiger's mind reacted, but his body failed to keep up, and he sat straight down on the spot!

Whoa...!

A wave of startled cries rose from the Bayern Munich fans in the stands. They could hardly believe their eyes.

In one corner of the stands, one man in a baseball cap had almost risen to his feet. His eyes flashed sharply, and as half his face was revealed, it could be seen that he had a full beard.

On the pitch, after Chen Anno shook off the defense, his body was finally free. His speed immediately kicked up, and in the space of a breath, he had already reached the edge of the penalty area.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced left. Aloisio was tangled up with Lahm, the two holding hands like a pair of good friends.

On the other side, Fabinho had already fallen into the encirclement of Dante and Alaba.

Boateng had already charged toward him. He could only do it himself.

In that split second, Chen Anno had already made his decision.

Facing Boateng's powerful frame, Chen Anno showed not the slightest panic. His left and right feet kept slicing over the ball, his whole body swaying with a huge range of motion.

When had Boateng ever seen stepovers like this? His center of gravity kept swaying along with them, but he never dared to recklessly stick out a foot.

Seeing that he was about to retreat into the penalty area, Chen Anno suddenly changed the move!

His right foot poked the ball outward, and Boateng, who had long been unable to hold himself back, immediately stepped across to intercept.

At that moment, Chen Anno twisted his ankle, hooked the ball back with his right foot, and quickly followed with his left to guide it forward.

Caught completely off guard, Boateng twisted his body and lost his balance, falling straight inside the penalty area and following in Schweinsteiger's footsteps.

He had shaken down two of Bayern Munich's defensive pillars in succession, and all of this had taken only a few seconds.

Chen Anno was like a bolt of black lightning, stabbing straight into Bayern Munich's penalty area!

Seeing this, Neuer decisively rushed out from goal!

He spread his arms, expanding his defensive area as much as possible, trying to completely block off Chen Anno's shooting angle.

Fabinho on the right had already stopped running. He knew Chen Anno was probably going to shoot.

But next, Chen Anno once again did something unexpected.

He stopped sharply, stepped on the ball with his left foot, and suddenly feinted left. Immediately after that, as Neuer shifted, his right foot pulled and pushed, and Neuer was shaken to the ground as well.

What came after was simple. With a gentle push from the inside of his foot, the ball rolled into the empty net!

The entire Allianz Arena fell silent!

After scoring, Chen Anno stretched both arms out flat and sprinted along the pitch, his black hair flinging off a few drops of sweat.

Behind him, a group of Sao Paulo players chased after him.

"Holy shit!! Holy shit!! Holy shit!!"

"What the hell kind of goal was that? What did I just see?"

In the livestream, Li Batian had already leapt straight up, rubbing his eyes over and over with both hands, simply unable to believe everything he had just seen.

"Boys! Is that even a damn shot a human being can pull off? Chen Anno is going to the heavens! He actually dribbled past everyone in front of him!"

The bullet comments in the livestream room had already started flooding the screen like crazy, moving so fast it was impossible to make out what anyone was saying.

[Badass! Chen Anno is badass!!]

[My King Chen is badass!! So what if it's Bayern Munich? So what if they're treble winners? My King Chen beats treble winners!!]

[Where are the haters? Where are those haters from just now? The ones who said Chen Anno couldn't even play midfield? Please, go find me a player like this in the Chinese Super League! Haters, come out and talk!]

[Haters, come out and talk!]

After that, the entire screen filled with "Haters, come out and talk" scrolling through the comments, but by now, the haters had long since vanished to who knew where.

But that no longer mattered!

Chen Anno's goal was already enough to prove how damn incredible he was!

"Beautifully done, Anno!" Aloisio finally caught up to Chen Anno and leaped straight onto his back.

The other teammates also rushed over, and everyone embraced one another.

"Anno, I'm really curious. Why do you always like dribbling past the goalkeeper before shooting? You scared me to death just now, haha..."

Hearing Aloisio's words, Chen Anno scratched his head a little awkwardly. "Well... mainly because I'm used to it."

"Used to it? Why would you have that habit?" Guo Fuluo was even more puzzled.

"Haha... I might know a little about that." At that moment, Wellington, who had been teammates with Chen Anno in the youth team, spoke up.

"Back when we were still in the U15 Youth Team, we played matches against the U17 Youth Team. Because Anno's ability was way beyond theirs, one U17 Youth Team player felt embarrassed and told Anno that in official matches, if you dribbled past the opposing goalkeeper, you got two points. Back then, Anno actually believed it, haha..."

"Hahaha..." Everyone burst out laughing.

On the other side of the pitch, Schweinsteiger was still sitting on the ground, Boateng was sprawled on the penalty-area line beside the goal, and Neuer was sitting there as well.

Bayern Munich captain Lahm walked over and pulled the still-dazed Neuer up. "Manuel, how does it feel?"

Neuer shook his head. "This guy's foot frequency is too fast. I couldn't guess what he was going to do next at all."

"Haha..." Lahm patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sure Jerome and Bastian feel the same way you do. It's fine. It's only one goal. We'll get it back."

In the stands, the two men in baseball caps looked at the number 21 in the black jersey on the field, their eyes filled with longing.

"Old friend! You were right. This kid is an unparalleled genius! He's exactly the player I need. I have to get him!"