Aahhh—
"George!"
"George!"
"George!"
After a brief silence at Seoul World Cup Stadium, two kinds of noise erupted.
Even the enormous boos could not drown out the cheers of 3,300 people.
"Huang George, Asia's top aerial powerhouse. He got 0.75 meters off the ground. This should be the highest-leaping goal scored by an Asian player aside from Huang Kaiwen."
"Yes, George has powerful legs and explosive strength. You can see that he consciously imitates Huang Kaiwen in his dribbling, but his style is more like a Rooney with Terry's physique. He is not always that agile on the ball, but his body and aerial ability, combined with first-rate fundamentals, make up for his shortcomings in dribbling."
"That is not quite fair, though. George's dribbling success rate in Asia is still very high, and his improvement is obvious. When he first joined Beijing Guoan, he relied entirely on his body to beat players. Now, his dribbling technique has improved considerably. He has already signed with AC Milan, so we can fully look forward to his continued development."
George was just as excited to score against South Korea National Team, but he still imitated Huang Kaiwen's reaction from back then.
One goal was not worth celebrating at all.
That was what teammates were for. George only needed to focus entirely on the match and work hard to score, but his teammates had much more on their minds.
His excited teammates rushed over at once and gathered around George.
George could not help smiling. At least he had taken another step closer to his father.
He would write it in his diary when he got back. Although it could not be made public, since it would affect his father's reputation, his descendants had to know whom to worship when they paid respects to