But Brian Clark seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Just as Yvonne Foster charged forward, he lifted his foot and lightly tapped the incoming soccer ball behind him, sending it right between Yvonne Foster’s legs!

At the same time as he flicked the ball, Brian Clark also completed a turn, brushing past Yvonne Foster’s body!

“Whoa—!”

Seeing Brian Clark’s move, the students on the sidelines and in the stands let out a gasp of surprise. Many of them played soccer themselves, so they naturally understood how hard it was to control a high ball. Yet this tall guy managed to trap the ball and turn in one smooth motion, completing in a single flow what would normally take several steps for most people.

And the way he did it was completely different from those who had to struggle to pull it off—he was relaxed and graceful, every joint in his body moving as if he were dancing, full of rhythm. Some of his longer hair fluttered with his movement, making the eyes of the girls in the stands, who were there with their boyfriends, light up.

Having gotten past Yvonne Foster, Brian Clark pushed the ball forward. By now, he was already at the edge of the penalty area. He looked up at the goal, then swung his right leg while running.

It looked like a very ordinary move, nothing that would make anyone think he was about to shoot, since there was no obvious wind-up.

But as soon as he kicked, the ball shot forward at high speed, then suddenly dipped in front of the goal. The Xinglong team’s goalkeeper was completely unprepared for the drop, and even more so for Brian Clark’s shot, which came without warning—he didn’t even have time to react, and before he could make a save, the ball zipped past the post and into the net...

Goal!

The match had only just started, and in the second minute, Brian Clark scored with his very first touch!

The teammates of the Hongguang team were stunned for a moment, then burst into cheers. Some ran up to high-five and hug Brian Clark.

But Brian Clark himself was very calm, responding indifferently to his teammates who came up to celebrate.

He wasn’t showing off—he genuinely didn’t think this goal was anything worth celebrating.

This shot was just like his practice shots during training—no opposition, no pressure, no difficulty at all. If he couldn’t score this, he might as well forget about playing professional soccer...

But the others didn’t see it that way. The college students in the stands were shouting and exclaiming.

“Damn! What a world-class goal!”

“That shot was insane!”

“That dribble! That shot! Awesome!”

“Is he a professional player?!”

The guys were excited to see such a beautiful goal, while the girls were captivated by Brian Clark’s calm elegance and smile.

“So handsome...”

...

Amid the cheers, Yvonne Foster’s face was very grim—he had become the backdrop for this spectacular goal...

The worst part was, before the match he had confidently declared that Brian Clark was all show, just an overhyped so-called genius. And now Brian Clark’s goal felt like a slap right across his face.

“Yvonne Foster, what were you doing just now!” came George Allen’s loud shout from behind, “You went in way too recklessly!”

Yvonne Foster quickly scrambled up and apologized to George Allen: “My fault, it won’t happen again, George Allen!”

Then he turned his gaze to Brian Clark, who was surrounded by his teammates.

He had rushed in so fast just now that he didn’t even see how he’d been beaten. But when he was passed, he heard the cheers from the crowd and could guess that the kid must have used a flashy, maybe even a bit showy, move to get past him...

Everyone here played soccer—who didn’t know what it meant to show off tricks in front of your opponent?

That bastard!

...

The match restarted. Brian Clark’s beautiful goal had greatly boosted the morale and fighting spirit of the Hongguang team.

In the following play, Hongguang team took the advantage, and the ball was passed to Brian Clark more and more often.

But whether by chance or on purpose, whenever Brian Clark got the ball, he always seemed to find Yvonne Foster.

And Yvonne Foster was now dead set on stopping Brian Clark. After being beaten so easily just now, how could he possibly swallow his pride?

Next, Brian Clark put on a show of fancy dribbling for everyone.

Although Brian Clark was already 1.9 meters tall, he looked extremely agile, nothing like the usual impression people had of big guys.

Facing Brian Clark, Yvonne Foster simply couldn’t stop him.

He could only become the backdrop for Brian Clark’s breakthroughs again and again.

Every time Brian Clark got past him, cheers and laughter would erupt from the stands.

When the match reached the twentieth minute, it was the fifth direct duel between Brian Clark and Yvonne Foster. Brian Clark received the ball near the edge of the penalty area, with Yvonne Foster intercepting him head-on.

Brian Clark lifted his left foot as if to kick the ball, but didn’t actually touch it, instead sweeping his foot over the top—a classic stepover move, and usually the right foot would follow—after all, just one stepover isn’t deceptive enough.

Yvonne Foster didn’t take the bait.

Sure enough, Brian Clark’s right foot followed, but instead of sweeping over the ball to finish the stepover, when his right foot reached behind the ball, he used his toe to gently tap it to the left, and the ball rolled away to the left!