You just said his dominant foot is his right foot?

After all, it was a commercial match, so the Bayern fans in the stands were not dejected by the goal.

Instead, most of the fans were applauding the brilliant goal, because it truly had been spectacular.

This kind of goal, filled with samba flair, was becoming harder and harder to see on European pitches.

The match resumed, and Bayern clearly began to take Chen Anno seriously, especially Schweinsteiger, who had been toyed with. His eyes kept darting toward him.

However, after that goal just now, Chen Anno's confidence had also returned.

Bayern were indeed formidable, the strongest opponent he had faced since stepping onto a football pitch, but they were players just like him. They were not invincible.

Chen Anno had the confidence to lead Sao Paulo to victory over them!

Smack... smack...

After several quick passes from Sao Paulo, the ball came to Chen Anno's feet again.

This time, Schweinsteiger closed in at once, pressing his body tightly against Chen Anno's back, refusing to let him turn easily.

With his earlier experience, Chen Anno did not panic. He first took a step forward, then swept his left foot over the top of the ball, flicked it backward with the heel of his right foot, and at the same time quickly spun away to the left.

The ball happened to pass straight through Schweinsteiger's legs and landed right in the path of Aloisio's run behind him.

A pass made without even looking at his teammate not only showed Chen Anno's grasp of his teammates' positions on the pitch, but also displayed his extraordinary creativity.

While Schweinsteiger was still stunned, Chen Anno had already shot past him.

After receiving the ball, Aloisio drove forward quickly, while Chen Anno also began pulling wide at speed to offer support.

"Sao Paulo's counterattack is here again! Good ball! Aloisio understands the assignment! Chen Anno..."

"This time, Chen Anno isn't going on another solo run across half the field. He passes it directly, toward the far post of the box..."

"Fabiano had better do something this time!"

"Fabiano!! You absolute bastard!"

"From now on, I suggest Chen Anno just do it himself. Fabiano's technique is honestly rotten!"

"Look... brothers, this guy even has the nerve to give our Chen Anno a thumbs-up. Is liking things all you know how to do?"

No wonder Li Batian was ranting in the livestream chat. Chen Anno's pass just now had practically been served right to his mouth, yet Fabiano had somehow blasted it straight into the sky.

With that shot, the goal would probably have needed to be raised another three or four meters before it had any chance of going in.

As time passed, and with their side still trailing, Bayern slowly began to get serious.

The 32nd minute.

Lahm overlapped from deep to join the attack and crossed the ball into the box from near the byline on the right.

Mandzukic outmuscled Lucio to get the first touch, and the ball smashed against the post before bouncing out over the byline.

It drew a burst of cries from the fans in the stands!

The 38th minute of the match.

Ribery broke through down the left and squared the ball from the side of the penalty area into the middle. Thomas Muller followed up with a fierce shot, and the ball went just slightly wide.

Bayern's attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, and Sao Paulo's defensive line was being battered until it looked ready to collapse, as if they could concede at any moment.

But Chen Anno kept forcibly suppressing the urge to track all the way back, because he was waiting, waiting for a chance to counterattack.

Within Sao Paulo's squad, he was the fastest player. If there was a counterattack, then with his speed, he would definitely be able to deal Bayern a head-on blow.

The match quickly reached the 43rd minute.

Denilson read Robben's passing intention in the backfield and went in with a sliding tackle, cutting the ball out.

Now!

"Give it to me!!"

With a loud shout, Chen Anno immediately started his run!

After spending so long together, Denilson, who had long since developed an understanding with him, got up and sent a long pass forward.

"Holy shit! Counterattack! Sao Paulo's counterattack!"

"Chen Anno... damn it, is he really that fast?"

"Schweinsteiger has already grabbed at him, but he didn't even catch a single hair!"

"Chen Anno controls it—beautiful! First touch and straight past him, leaving Alaba behind!"

"He's still accelerating! Does Chen Anno have boosters installed in his feet?"

"He's about to reach the box. Boateng is panicking a little... eh..."

"Boateng! Holy shit! Boateng, you villain, you actually tripped Chen Anno!"

"Red card! That has to be a red card!"

The referee's whistle sounded, but he did not show Boateng a red card. He only gave him a yellow-card warning. After all, Dante was still behind Boateng, so he was not the last defender.

"Damn it! Is this ref an idiot? He actually isn't giving a red card!"

Chen Anno's second coast-to-coast solo run was cut short, and Li Batian was starting to lose it. The fans in his livestream were also spamming the chat, saying it should be a red card.

But no matter what they said, the referee had already made his decision, and it would not change for anyone.

Still, Sao Paulo had earned a free kick from an excellent position because of it.

For a chance like this, Chen Anno naturally would not let anyone else take it!

"A little to the left!! Arjen!"

"Good, that's it!"

Under Neuer's direction, Bayern Munich sent four men into the wall: Robben, Toni Kroos, Thomas Muller, and Schweinsteiger.

The position was slightly to the left, so this ball was best taken with the left foot.

Denilson stood to the right of the ball, while Chen Anno stood to the left.

"Who do you think will take this?" In the stands, the two men in baseball caps began talking.

"I think it might be Denilson. After all, on Chen Anno's first goal earlier, he clearly could have shot directly with his left foot, but he still rounded the keeper and used his right, so I'm guessing his dominant foot should be his right."

The other man in the baseball cap nodded, seemingly agreeing with his companion.

"What's Denilson standing there for? Trying to steal our Chen Anno's free kick?"

"Damn it! Denilson, I'm warning you, don't get above yourself. If you dare steal our Chen Anno's free kick, I'll definitely blacklist you!" In the livestream, Li Batian had already stood up, his eyes fixed hard on the screen.

The whistle sounded, and Denilson began his run-up.

"No! Denilson, get lost!"

Sure enough, Denilson stepped straight over the ball.

Chen Anno followed right behind him, planting his right foot about twenty-odd centimeters from the ball, then swung his left foot...

The inside of his left foot struck the bottom of the ball viciously. The ball on the ground shot out like a cannonball, flashing over Thomas Muller's head and even lifting a few strands of his hair.

The flying ball carried fierce spin, carving a perfect arc through the air as it headed straight for the top-left corner of the goal.

Neuer had been thrown off by Denilson's feint. By the time he reacted, the ball was already almost at the goal. He strained to stretch his body out fully, his left hand reaching straight.

"A little more... just a little more..."

A little more would not help!

Swish...!

Neuer closed his eyes in despair, because he had already heard the sound of the ball hitting the net.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

"Chen Anno!! I knew it!! It had to be our Chen Anno!!"

"2-0!"

"Guys! Can you believe it? Sao Paulo are actually leading Bayern Munich 2-0 away from home!"

"Guys! Chen Anno has scored twice!!"

The entire Allianz Arena fell into silence once again!

The two men in baseball caps likewise widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief!

"Mate, did you just say his dominant foot was his right?"

"No! Now I think it should be his left!"