He took advantage of the situation and dodged Busques and broke into the penalty area!

"Two people passed in one breath! God. What did we see? A big man from two meters and two meters showed off his feet in front of Barcelona's defense! Is Ibrahimovic possessed his soul? This world is so crazy!"

Busquez, who had been depressed by Mitcher, could hardly believe his eyes. He slipped to the ground and turned his head to look at Mitcher in surprise, but at this time he could only see his back.

At this moment, Mitchel and the Mitchel that Guardiola understood were completely different people. He did not use his height and header advantage at all, but instead used his amazing foot skills! Guardiola, who saw this scene off the court, suddenly felt very failed while sitting on the chair - how much else does this kid have that he doesn't know! Who is this kid falling to the ground?

Mitcher himself seemed to have entered a mysterious state of selflessness. Perhaps he was too tired. His physical instinct in turn dominated his consciousness. Whenever an opponent was standing in front of him, his legs would automatically make movements. Lead him forward. He didn't know who the faces appeared in front of him. He only knew that he was going to pass them!

"Son! Go past him! Go past him!" Mitcher's father saw this scene in the stands and shouted excitedly.

Although Busquez's blocking failed to block the ball, he at least bought time for Puyol and other defensive players.

Seeing Mitchel passing by two people alone and entering the penalty area alone. Puyol and other Barcelona defenders surrounded them. They threw down their original defensive targets and came with Mitchel as the target in a fierce attack.

Mitcher didn't raise his head and shot again after entering the penalty area!

Puyol took a big step forward in front of him, intending to block the opponent's shot with his body.

This was actually a fake move, and Mitcher drew the football back with his left foot. Puyol had a lot of experience and had expected that he would do this, so he was unmoved at all. He just stuck the position.

Unexpectedly, Mitcher's spike was not finished. He used his right foot to hit the football back to his original position. The two consecutive spikes finally shook a gap, and Mitcher continued to intervene! Puyor's body was stiff due to the rapid change in the center of gravity and could not keep up.

"Three!" the commentator shouted excitedly.

After breaking through Puyor's defense, only Valdes was in front of Mitchel. He shot at the goal with a swing.

Regardless of whether he came here this time, he still had to make a defensive move. He fell to the ground and rushed towards the direction where Mitchel might have shot. Alves made a flying tackle from behind. Even if he was fouled, he could not allow the kid to play with three Barcelona defensive players like this and then scored easily!

Don't expect to score such a beautiful goal in front of Barcelona!

Mitcher seemed to have eyes on his back. Without looking back, he pulled the football to the right and jumped up. He deceived Valdes and avoided Pique's flying shovel.

Although he avoided Pikui, he also lost the opportunity to shoot immediately.

Alves wanted to come up and grab the ball, but Mitcher leaned his body and pressed his body two meters and two meters on him. This time, it was the fourth time!

But this is not a fake move...

"Mitcher! Mitcher! Mitcher!" Since he broke into the penalty area, the commentator kept shouting Mitcher's name, calling louder and louder every time.  Because if he didn't shout louder, even with soundproof headphones, he wouldn't hear what he was calling - the entire city stadium was like an erupting crater.   There were constant huge cheers, one wave higher than the other.

"Mitchel! Mitchel - gooooooooal!! Beautiful goal! Wonderful goal! Great goal! A big man over two meters tall played Barcelona's defenders with his long legs! He beat Barcelona's entire defense line by himself! Miracle! Who would have thought that this big man had such a delicate footwork! Hello, Mr. Tony Donn, did he really play central defender for the past seven years?" The English commentator was almost crazy. The Catalan commentator on the other side was completely silent.

"On such a uneven field, even Messi can't guarantee to control the ball, but he, a big man of two meters and two, did it! He flattened Barcelona's penalty area like a giant! The football was docile under his feet like a sheep, and he was like a flat ground! The city stadium where Barcelona's skilled players suffered a lot is like the lawn on his back garden. He used his long legs to draw a wonderful picture on it!"

"Listen to the cheers of the city court--!"

"Aron! Aron! Aron Mitcher!! If you don't know the name of Nottingham Forest Nine, you're outdated!"

This is the voice of Nottingham Forest fans, and it became the only sound over the city court during this time.

Tony Donn held his head in the crowd, almost unable to believe his eyes. He knew that he had the ability to shoot and physically confrontation. Mitcher's feet had better skills, but he did not expect to be so outstanding - he controlled the football firmly under his feet on the uneven and extremely difficult to control the ball, and four people shook the goalkeeper away, and finally sent the football into the empty goal.

Can ordinary strikers achieve the ground?

Luck is good and you will lose your luck? But good luck will only favor those who are prepared...

Amid the uniform cheers of the fans of the audience, he seemed to see a new star of tomorrow rising.

His opponent Guardiola collapsed on the chair and lost the strength to scold "Who is this kid?"

If this game really loses, he must admit that he did not expect Tony. Donne was able to boldly use a new player in the game, and he knew nothing about the new player. The main reason for the failure of this game.

He thought this new man was of excellent height. Generally speaking, bounce and header must be bad, but Mitcher headed the ball outside the penalty area and slapped him. Next, he thought that this man was excellent in height, bounce and header were excellent. Then his footwork must be very bad. According to general rules, this analysis is flawless and impeccable.

He was wrong again...

When the football entered the goal, Mitchel woke up as if she was dreaming. He looked at the football parked quietly in the goal, and then looked back at the Barcelona player lying on the ground. He still couldn't believe his eyes.

Did I score a goal?

How did you get in?

It seems...it seems to have passed all of them?

Ah! It's over! The boss must scold me! He said he didn't allow me to show off his feet... Why did I forget it?

Mitcher, who was somewhat frightened, was startled by the huge cheers coming from behind. He turned to look into the stands, countless arms waving, and everyone was shouting at his name.

"Aron! Aron! Aron Mitcher! Aron Mitcher!! If you don't know his name yet, you're outdated!"

He didn't find the head in the crowd because it was all arms and excited faces. He didn't know if the head was also among the cheering crowd.

He took his eyes back from the stands and when he threw himself at the court again, he saw his teammates rushing towards him with their arms spread out and excitedly.

Then he was thrown to the ground, his ears full of hoarse roars.
Chapter completed!