48: Chapter 48 Slipping on a One-on-One Shot Leads to Online Criticism? Chen Dazui: Football, You're Not Worthy of Playing!

"Beep—!"

The match began.

King Power Stadium was instantly swallowed by a wave of blue sound.

In the 3rd minute, a lightning attack!

Christian Fuchs had the ball on the left, looked up at the rapidly advancing Yu Bai, and feigned a pass, causing the Bury FC right-back to instinctively tuck in.

However, with a flick of his ankle, Christian Fuchs lightly chipped the ball diagonally to Kante, who was supporting in the middle.

"Beautiful fake!"

"This Passing from Christian Fuchs, he's got something!"

The Bury FC defense showed a brief moment of laxity during this feint.

Kante, this future world's best defensive midfielder, displayed the Vision that had been underestimated.

He didn't even stop the ball; facing the incoming ball, he pushed it forward with his instep, sending a highly penetrating through ball that precisely found the gap in the left rib of the penalty area!

"Through ball! Great pass!"

"Yu Bai! He's running!"

Just as Kante passed the ball, Yu Bai, like a bolt of blue lightning, cut diagonally from the flank into the penalty area!

His starting timing and running route perfectly matched Kante's Passing intent! It was as if the two had been playing together for years!

One-on-one!

Only 3 minutes into the start, Yu Bai had a golden opportunity to face the goalkeeper directly!

"One-on-one!!"

"Damn! This coordination!"

"Kante's pass is masterclass!"

"Go, Xiao Bai!"

Bury FC goalkeeper Walton didn't hesitate. With a roar, he decisively abandoned his goal, rushed out, and spread his arms to enlarge his defensive area, like a brown bear pouncing on its prey.

Yu Bai caught up to the ball, which was slightly on the outside, in a flash.

Two options flashed through his mind: Dribble past the goalkeeper? Or push it into the far corner?

However, just as he adjusted his final step, preparing to make his choice—

"Squeak!"

His feet suddenly slipped!

The pitch at King Power Stadium seemed still slippery after being watered before the match, and this final step of Yu Bai's full-force push-off caused his supporting foot to slip!

Walton, who had rushed out, seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, executing a textbook diving save to firmly pin the ball under his body.

"Oh no—!!!"

A huge sigh of regret echoed throughout the stadium.

Yu Bai fell to the ground, watching the ball confiscated by the goalkeeper. A surge of anger rushed to his head. He punched the grass hard and cursed under his breath: "Damn! A type of plant!"

"What a pity! Slipped!"

"This pitch... did they water it too much at the start?"

"Bad luck, Xiao Bai!"

"This works too? TRASH!"

Kante was the first to run over, patting Yu Bai on the back and rubbing the back of his head, using his actions to say, "It's okay, good run."

On the sidelines, Claudio Ranieri also walked to the touchline and applauded vigorously.

He never expected that these three players—Christian Fuchs, Kante, and Yu Bai—who had never trained together before, could produce such exquisite and chemically reactive offense on their first coordinated attack.

This was not just individual ability; it was a resonance of game intelligence and talent.

...

China, a residential building.

Chen Hejing, with a cigarette in his mouth, legs crossed, slumped in his computer chair, was watching the live broadcast of the League Cup on CCTV on the TV screen in front of him.

He was a somewhat famous sports commentator on the "Know-It-All" live streaming platform, specializing in the NBA, and had accumulated a million Weibo followers relying on his "professional nitpicking" and "spicy, sharp reviews."

Three years ago, his ex-fiancée was snatched away by a wealthy second-generation driving a Porsche. Although he now had a wife and children, the hatred in his heart for "wealthy second-generations" and "nepotism hires" had not diminished in the slightest, becoming the outlet for all his negative emotions.

Browsing Weibo today, he saw that everywhere was full of that 17-year-old kid named Yu Bai.

Premier League debut? Loan to Leicester City? CCTV even broadcasted a League Cup match against an EFL League One team for this?

The sourness mixed with disdain in Chen Hejing's heart bubbled up.

Another "young master" who relied on parents and hype to become famous, right?

He had already made up his mind: If this kid played as well as in the highlights, he would pretend not to see it and say nothing.

But if he was a dud, an "embroidered pillow" here to gild himself on the football field... Hehe, then sorry, blacklisting you, Yu Bai, will be Chen Hejing's "main job" from now on!

He was too good at knowing how to eat "traffic blood buns." As long as he targeted those stars with many fans and controversy to bash mercilessly, and added some "archaeological" dirt (like his famous "Eight Points to Release Military Power" series), traffic would naturally flow in.

Black-red is also red—that was his creed and his rice bowl.

Now, the opportunity had come.

Seeing Yu Bai's comical one-on-one slip, Chen Hejing's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking arc.

Just this? This level deserves to be blown to the sky? Isn't this just pure traffic being sent to me to eat?

He immediately extinguished his cigarette, sat up straight, picked up his phone, clicked on Weibo, and his fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, his expression carrying the excitement of a hunter discovering prey:

"Young Master? Can you go back to your entertainment industry? No matter how bad your acting is, your parents can spend money to buy you awards, hot searches, and promotional articles.

But football won't lie!

On the green field, being bad is the original sin!

Wasting a perfect one-on-one at the start, this is the 'genius' you all blow to the sky?

Laughing to death!

Please don't tarnish this sacred and great sport, okay?

#Don'tGetInvolved #Yu Bai Just be your superior young master, football, you really don't deserve to play!"

After checking it once, the wording was ruthless enough, the tags were all there, and he clicked send.

Chen Hejing put down his phone with satisfaction, leaned back in his chair, and even took a leisurely sip of tea.

He knew that with the current attention of this match, Yu Bai's sensitive status as a "super second generation," coupled with his own "influence" of a million fans, and the emotions of netizens who were already dissatisfied with the "Chinese National Football Team" and "nepotism hires"... this Weibo post would explode soon.

Sure enough, in less than ten minutes.

The topic #YoungMasterDon'tGetInvolved, pushed by several other sports big Vs who also liked to incite opposition and eat "patriotic traffic," landed on the first place of the Weibo hot search like a rocket!

"Well said! Football is not a game for the rich!"

"Can slip on a one-on-one, I can do it too! (Dog head)"

"Looks like he doesn't train hard usually, his lower body isn't stable!"

"Buying hot searches like crazy, really think you're a star?"

"Support Teacher Chen! Most annoyed by this kind of person relying on parents!"

"Chinese football is ruined by such 'young masters'!"

"Get out of the football circle! Disgusting to look at!"

Countless keyboard warriors who usually didn't watch football or understand it, but were keen on "punishing evil and promoting good" and "venting emotions" online, swarmed in.

They didn't care what Yu Bai's previous performance was, nor did they care how accidental the one-on-one slip was.

They just needed a target, a symbol of the "privileged class" that they could stand on the moral and "truth" high ground to criticize wantonly.

Yu Bai's "super second generation" background and this mistake perfectly matched all their imaginations.

Various vicious curses, personal attacks, and memes poured into Yu Bai's name like a tide.

[Cyberbullying, late but arrived.]

[Chen Big Mouth, old rhythm master.]

[Have these people really watched football? Can you blacklist someone for slipping?]

[Xiao Bai is focusing on the match, completely unaware that the domestic situation is already bloody.]

...

Yu Bai was naturally unaware of the raging waves stirred up on the internet.

He shook his head, cast aside the annoyance of missing the one-on-one, and focused on the match again.

The Bury FC right-back defending him, 23-year-old Riley, was a typical British "lumberjack" defender, with Strength, and played roughly.

Yu Bai tried to break through with the ball several times, but was interrupted by his "just right" fouls—the Strength was enough to make you uncomfortable, and the action was hidden enough not to get a card.

After being pulled down again, Yu Bai patted the grass and stood up, looking at Riley, who had an expression of "I fouled, so I'm right," and felt a bit emotional: Every trade has its masters.

Being able to master the timing and scale of fouls so "professionally" was also a profound subject in the football world, and a "compulsory course" for many players.