Chapter Three: A Goal Made by Seven

Shen hesitated. The condition demanded teamwork, but if pursuing the Echo led them into humiliation, the power was merely a gambler's excuse. Gu rose from the bench. “Boss, with the twelve passes, you asked them to trust the man beside them. Now it's your turn.” Shen faced him. “Do you trust them to play through?” On the pitch, Zhou held the ball and waited. The nineteen-year-old goalkeeper was pale, yet he did not kick long. He looked toward Shen. Shen raised his right hand and swept it forward. Continue. In the thirty-fifth minute, Zhou placed the ball on the grass. A forward screened Zhao, so he passed to the other center back. One. The left back stepped inside. Two. Closely marked, the pivot backheeled to the advancing Zhao. Three.