Sitting on the rostrum, the originally somewhat bored Eric Grant had a glint in his eyes when he saw this scene.

After passing the ball, David Carter seemed unaware that he had just narrowly escaped danger. He didn’t pay attention to the Blue Team player beside him, but instead quickly ran toward the wing, shouting to his teammate, “Pass it to me!”

Everything was just like before.

Naturally, Kevin Parker passed the ball over as well. David Carter, already on the wing, received the ball. This time, he didn’t pass it back again. He received the ball, turned around, and once more saw the Blue Team’s goal and the people inside and outside the penalty area—now there were fewer than before.

“Hey, this is getting interesting…” Little Olivia suddenly heard Eric Grant beside him chuckle softly.

Chapter 4: High Standards and Strict Requirements

This time, David Carter, who had the ball on the wing, didn’t pass. He dribbled forward along the sideline.

However, he soon encountered a Blue Team player blocking his way—a number 7 Blue Team player stood in his path.

Facing the block, David Carter didn’t try to break through with speed or feints. Instead, he directly passed the ball to a teammate on the inside, while he ran around the outside of the Blue Team’s number 7, turning his head to shout to the teammate receiving the ball, “Pass it to me!”

Perhaps it was David Carter’s firm and unquestionable tone that made the teammate with the ball subconsciously want to listen to him, or maybe it was David Carter’s decisive play in moving the ball from the backfield to the front that had earned his teammate’s trust.

In any case, after hearing David Carter shout, the teammate didn’t hesitate and passed the ball over.

John Carter heard someone not far from him exclaim “Aiya!” in clear dissatisfaction. Obviously, this was the parent of the passer, unhappy that their child had given up the ball so easily.

In this final, it wasn’t just the young players on the field who wanted to show themselves—their parents off the field also hoped their children could be a bit more selfish.

After bypassing the defender, David Carter received the ball from his teammate—a beautiful one-two wall pass.

“Great ball!” Even Little Olivia on the rostrum couldn’t help but slap the table in praise.

Eric Grant, sitting next to him, wasn’t as excited, but he also wore a gratified smile.

For the first time, he saw what he wanted to see.

Now he was even more curious and wanted to keep watching to see how this attack would end.

……

David Carter continued dribbling down the wing, and the Blue Team shifted their defensive focus to his side.

But just when everyone thought David Carter would keep pushing to the end line and then cross, he suddenly, upon entering the thirty-meter area, used his right foot to cut the ball toward the center, taking the opportunity to shake off a Blue Team defender who came up to challenge him.

Cutting inside, David Carter briefly lifted his head as he dribbled laterally. It was just a moment, but in his mind, a bird’s-eye view of the penalty area appeared.

He could clearly see where the open spaces were, where his teammates were, and where the Blue Team players were.

He found a gap on the left side of the penalty area. There were no Blue Team players there, because his breakthrough on the wing had already drawn the Blue Team defenders’ focus to this side, making the defense on the other side relatively weak.

Opportunities are fleeting. As he dribbled laterally, the opponents would soon shift their defensive focus back.

Thinking of this, David Carter suddenly swung his right foot while dribbling, chipping the ball up.

The ball flew over the heads of both red and blue players in front of him, dropping into the open space behind them!

At that moment, the Red Team’s number 9 striker, Matthew Reed, appeared there, then raised his foot to control the ball passed by David Carter!

As the top scorer in the national open tryouts, his fundamentals were naturally the most solid among these twenty-three players. David Carter’s chipped pass was beautifully controlled by him, stopping steadily at his feet.

“Great ball!” Little Olivia couldn’t help but stand up from his seat in excitement.

A burst of exclamations erupted from the stands—some cheering, some gasping.

Amid the noise, Matthew Reed swung his left foot and took a direct shot from the edge of the penalty area!

But perhaps he was too focused on aiming for the angle, and the ball ultimately missed the far post, flying out past the end line.

“Aiya, what a pity!” Little Olivia held his head in regret, as if he himself had missed the shot.

Eric Grant beside him, however, didn’t seem too disappointed, because his gaze was fixed on David Carter.

“Little Olivia, if I’m not mistaken, that substitute is called David Carter, right?”

“Huh? Yes, yes, that’s right, David Carter.” Little Olivia was a bit surprised by Eric Grant’s sudden question.

“Hmm…” Eric Grant lowered his head and flipped through the profiles of all twenty-three players in his hand, finding David Carter’s name on the last page.

The profile showed that David Carter used to play as a forward, had never played in a professional club’s youth team, nor received professional training. But he was still the main striker for his school teams from elementary to junior high to high school. Reportedly, his scoring efficiency was very high.