Expelled from the national football team and rewarded the king of the ball, Belica

"Haha, you actually want to compete with us for half the time? You are just asking yourself to be humiliated."

"Boy, you really don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth."

Everyone felt a burst of pride.

At first, everyone was a little worried, afraid that Lin Mo would choose some aspects that Marceno was not good at to compete.

Such as dribbling, goalkeeping and the like.

Then he is really not his forte as a guard.

Although Marceno thought that Lin Mo might not be strong in these aspects, at least he was still a little bit uncertain.

But now as Lin Mo proposed the content of the competition, all their worries were thrown into the sky.

If it is said to be playing halftime, it is already equal to a game.

Even in the whole of Europe, there are only a handful of youth teams that can beat them.

With only Lin Mo, how could he win him.

Although Marcheno was bored, he decided to fight.

"Watteau, Thiago, Joshua, and Defoe, you four will be with me."

"For the sake of fairness, you can pick the rest of the players."

Marceno showed a very magnanimous look.

In fact, he has already selected all the best players in the team, and they cooperate quite tacitly with each other.

It is generally difficult for other teams to beat them.

This is also Marceno's conservative attitude. After all, this matter involves his career future. He doesn't want to be careless for a while and really lose to Lin Mo.

Of course, he felt that such a situation was almost equal to zero.

But to be on the safe side, he still chose the player he liked the most.

Now everyone's eyes were on Lin Mo again, waiting for him to choose players.

Some players all prayed silently in their hearts.

I hope Lin Mo will never pick on himself.

Because seeing the lineup Marceno chose, everyone knew that it was absolutely invincible.

Everyone is willing to stand up and lose face.

Everyone lowered their heads silently, so as not to attract Lin Mo's attention.

Unexpectedly, Lin Mo didn't look at them at all.

"No, I'm fine alone."

Lin Mo didn't want to find someone to form a team at all. He planned to defeat Marcheno and others with his own strength.

Only in this way can they be completely conquered.

"what……?"

This can not help but make Marchero and others shocked.

Even Zanetti and the team staff were shocked.

"Isn't this too ostentatious?"

"Is he hiding something, or is he just pretending?"

Everyone was stunned by Lin Mo's crazy behavior.

They had never seen such an arrogant person.

Many people had the mentality of watching the excitement, and at the same time secretly hoped that Marceno could severely teach this ignorant kid a lesson.

"Boy, are you entertaining me?"

Marceno stepped forward and grabbed Lin Mo's collar.

This was the first time someone dared to despise him so much, and he felt as if he had been insulted.

"No, because I alone is enough to beat you."

"Why, are you scared? Don't dare to compete with me?"

Lin Mo deliberately used the provocative method. His purpose was very simple, to completely irritate the other party, let him compete with him, and then convince them to lose.

This is also because Longguo football has been weak and weak all year round. If you want to change these people's views on Longguo football, you must first convince them and let them take off their colored glasses completely.

This is also the meaning of heavy code in troubled times.

"This is your own death!"

"Brothers, come with me, don't show mercy, and teach him a good lesson."

Marceno's temper is extremely hot, and it can be said that he can be ignited at any point.

After being so excited by Lin Mo, he couldn't sit still anymore.

The four players named by Marcherno were all gearing up and ready to play.

Here, Lin Mo also walked into the court with his head held high.

When the staff on the side saw this scene, they all shook their heads helplessly.

"Isn't this a farce?"

"Vice Chairman, are they really the only ones to mess around like this?"

"According to me, this Lin Mo is crazy, or he can be driven away directly."

Everyone was dumbfounded by Lin Mo's "unreasonable troublemaking" behavior.

From their point of view, this Lin Mo was either out of his mind.

Or they are the descendants of some high-ranking officials and nobles in the Dragon Kingdom, who like to play pranks if they have nothing to do.

A staff member couldn't bear his temper and wanted to go forward to stop the game, but Zanetti grabbed him.

"Don't worry, let's watch the game first."

Zanetti actually developed a strong interest in Lin Mo's skills.

I've only seen his skills in videos before, and it's really amazing.

But that's video after all.

So far, no one has really seen Lin Mo play football.

In order to compete with Maldini, even the trial training was waived.

In fact, he has no bottom in his heart.

Now is an excellent opportunity to observe Lin Mo's golf skills up close.

He felt more and more that this Lin Mo was a bit unpredictable.

Is he really a master with unique skills?
Seeing that the vice-chairman had spoken, the staff had no choice but to give up, but they still didn't understand Zanetti's decision.

At this time on the court, Lin Mo, Marcheno and others were already at war, and the match was imminent.

"Boy, don't say I bully you, you asked for all of this."

"Since you are the only one, then you should kick off first."

Marceno said pretending to be generous, and then sent the football under his feet to Lin Mo's feet accurately.

Lin Mo grinned, and immediately launched an attack without being polite.

"Then you are watching."

While speaking, Lin Mo's figure has been activated.

Marceno sneered, thinking to himself, how capable can you be, a young brat?

However, before they could react, they saw a blur in front of them, and Lin Mo was no longer in front of them.

"Huh? Where's this brat?"

Marceno and the other four looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering where Lin Mo had gone all of a sudden?

Could this be Dragon Kingdom magic?

On the other hand, Zanetti and the staff were dumbfounded.

Because they could see it very clearly, at just a moment ago, Lin Mo had dribbled the ball past the defense of Marcheno and others.

It's just because he started too suddenly, and the dribbling skills he used were so wonderful that Marchero and others didn't react at all.

"Isn't it? Are you sure it's true?"

"That person just now is really picturesque!"

"This is Brazil's long-lost Samba football!"

"How did Lin Mo do it? He's really only 17 years old?"

The audience at the scene all exclaimed.

However, the cheers of the crowd made Marcheno and others who were still on the field feel extremely baffled.