Matthew Reed got the ball again outside the penalty area. Since he was still quite far from the goal, he didn’t shoot directly. Watching him, you couldn’t tell what he was going to do—force his way through with his own skills? He’d already tried that several times before; it worked well enough outside the box, but once he got closer, it was almost impossible to make any progress.

At that moment, he caught sight of David Carter out of the corner of his eye.

The last bit of clarity in his mind reminded him of all those passes David Carter had given him. Since he didn’t know what to do, why not pass the ball to him?

With that thought, Matthew Reed passed the ball to David Carter.

David Carter moved to meet the ball, making a motion as if he was going to take it to the left, causing the blue team defender in front of him to move early. But David Carter didn’t actually take the ball—instead, he let it roll past him, from his left to his right.

He then twisted around and chased after the ball, leaving the blue team defender who thought he was going left behind!

Immediately after, David Carter suddenly accelerated, dribbling diagonally toward the blue team’s penalty area!

Although David Carter wasn’t a speed-type player, that didn’t mean he was slow—especially over a short distance, his sudden burst of speed was still very threatening.

Seeing this, John Carter jumped up from his seat in excitement, pumping his fist and shouting, “Go, son!”

The blue team parents cried out loudly, hoping their kids could stop David Carter and keep him away from the box.

Before anyone realized it, everyone had become aware that David Carter was actually the most dangerous player on the red team…

The blue team defenders moved to intercept, urgently blocking his way. For a moment, they were all crowded in front of David Carter, refusing to let him into the penalty area.

At that moment, David Carter swung his right leg.

But instead of forcing a long shot, he gave the ball a gentle tap, sending it in the opposite direction!

The ball slipped between him and the blue team defenders, rolling to the other side. And over there—not a single blue team defender!

A huge open space!

Matthew Reed appeared right in that open space, receiving the pass from David Carter!

“Great pass—!” Little Olivia shouted excitedly again.

Even Eric Grant couldn’t help but be moved, the muscles on his face twitching.

When it was almost impossible to break through the defense with passing alone, this kid actually combined dribbling and passing to create an opening!

…

Matthew Reed seemed a bit surprised that he managed to receive David Carter’s pass, but he quickly reacted.

Shoot!

He could even hear his father’s roar from the stands.

This was truly a golden opportunity!

With that thought, Matthew Reed swung his left leg again and took a powerful shot!

This time, he didn’t go for placement—he went for power.

Power brings miracles!

The ball shot by Matthew Reed flew toward the far corner of the goal like a cannonball!

The blue team’s goalkeeper dove desperately—he didn’t want his goal to be breached in the last ten minutes of the match…

His fingertips brushed the ball, but it didn’t change its direction much—the ball still flew straight toward the far corner.

Matthew Reed really put everything he had into that shot.

Almost everyone’s eyes were glued to the ball—would it go in?

Under the focus of dozens of eyes, the ball crashed into the far post!

“Ah!!”

The parents’ cries of regret and relief blended together.

But while everyone was still dragging out their “ah,” a red figure suddenly darted out in front of the blue team’s goal, diving forward to head the ball that had bounced off the post!

The ball flew straight into the empty net.

Goal!

The stadium, which should have erupted in cheers, suddenly fell silent.

At that moment, someone clapped loudly… no, two people did.

John Carter clapped and shouted in approval.

Not far away on the main stand, Eric Grant also stood up from his seat and slapped Little Olivia on the shoulder: “That’s the one!!”

He had seen it clearly—after David Carter made the pass, he didn’t stop, but suddenly accelerated toward the goal, as if he already knew what was going to happen next…

Sure enough, the ball hit the post and bounced back, just in time for the charging David Carter to catch up and make a clean, decisive diving header. For a striker with a good scoring record, this wasn’t difficult at all.

Able to organize the midfield and score goals—could there be a more perfect performance? And he was a substitute, with less time to show himself than the others.

…

After scoring, David Carter was very excited. He got up from the ground and didn’t linger, but ran straight to the sideline. He didn’t hug his teammates—though most of them didn’t seem to want to hug him anyway.

He ran to the stands and shouted up, “Dad, I scored! I scored!”