As expected!
Just as the yellow team swarmed around player No. 6 with heavy pressure—
"Here!" Kai waved from a safe spot.
Player No. 6 quickly passed the ball toward him.
Maybe it was nerves, because he spoke softly.
As the ball rolled toward Kai, the yellow team's defenders closed in.
Kai was surrounded, and his body was considered weak among the U14s, who were a year older than him.
Maxa clenched his teeth. "He should've run toward the ball… this…"
"It's unnecessary. If he runs to catch the ball, he becomes truly passive," Triguera said, eyes fixed on Kai.
Boom!
Kai received the ball, used his body to shield the defenders, and volleyed it directly without stopping.
The ball flew from the left side of the field to the right.
Ronaldo and No. 6 had drawn most of the defenders to the left.
So the right side… was a massive open space.
When the red team's right winger received the ball, the empty grass in front of him felt endless.
"What the fuck?" Maxa muttered, completely confused.
This kick… was it done by a blind jaguar?
You couldn't blame him for thinking so.
When Kai received the ball, his back was almost facing forward toward the right.
Yet he passed the ball perfectly to a spot he couldn't possibly see.
Aside from having eyes on the back of his head, the only explanation was the Blind Jaguar Kick.
Maxa checked again and again. No, Kai didn't have eyes on the back of his head.
Well, Holmes Ksar had no choice.
Eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains—no matter how unbelievable—is true.
This kid was really kicking like a blind jaguar!
"This…" Triguera was stunned.
So far, Kai's performance had been excellent—but within Triguera's expectations.
He knew how high Kai's football IQ was.
Even using his body to block opponents after giving up the ball? Not surprising.
Poor physique doesn't mean you can't use your body. Sometimes positioning alone is enough.
But… Kai's pass… this one made Triguera lose his composure.
The hair on his arms stood on end.
This pass… this…
This is a vision only top midfielders can sense!
No—this isn't just seeing. It's feeling.
Those who can read it are world-class midfielders: Zidane, Pirlo, Rui Costa, Guardiola…
Those who can't? Impossible to catch, no matter what!
Talent like this cannot be taught.
"Almost top-tier vision, calm under pressure, multiple pre-planned options, god-level passing ideas—but…" Triguera sighed, "his body is too weak, and his feet aren't strong enough. Great concept, but execution is lacking. Almost like Ronaldo's cross earlier."
"If there hadn't been so much space on the right, the pass would have failed."
It was true.
The red team's right winger wasn't at Ronaldo's level.
Kai's pass wasn't perfect—opponents had to work hard to stop it.
Yet when the winger carried the ball into the right side of the penalty area, the yellow team barely recovered their defense.
No chance.
"Here!"
Kai ran into position at the right rib space—a sharp, rarely defended spot.
The right winger passed back immediately.
The ball rolled toward Kai.
The yellow team's midfielder ran to block him.
Other defenders paused, catching their breath after moving back from the left.
"C Ronaldo!" Kai roared.
He met the rolling ball with his right foot, flicking it directly into the penalty area without stopping.
It was like passing and shooting in one motion.
Trigla's goosebumps returned.
God's perspective again. Blind spots covered.
And compared to the last time, there was something new… rhythm.
This kid actually knows how to "break the rhythm"!
His pass froze everyone.
This isn't about skill or fitness. This is pure thought!
Breaking rhythm—
Snatching a falling basketball.
Smashing in volleyball when a teammate feints.
Even if others react, they can't because their bodies are stiff.
Football without rhythm is impossible. Dribbling, controlling, feints, passing—all require rhythm.
Early on, players with better rhythm dominate.
As players mature, even their strength can limit development.
Top league players become rhythm monsters. Everyone predicts your moves.
At that point, anti-rhythm becomes essential.
But breaking rhythm is harder than following it—it requires overturning everything you've built.
Very few can jump between rhythm master and anti-rhythm monster at a young age. Not even Maradona.
Triguera remembered a young Argentine prodigy Barcelona had spotted—shorter than peers, rumored to take growth hormone, named Lionel.
Kai's skill reminded him of that discussion in the youth community.
…
On the court, left side of the penalty area:
Teenage Cristiano Ronaldo from Madeira broke free, no defender able to keep up.
Facing the ball, he jumped and flicked it toward goal.
The ball hit the far corner.
Score: 4–3! Red team takes the lead!
Kai had set up Ronaldo's first hat-trick since joining Sporting Lisbon.
The key assist? From his mortal enemy.
"Well done!"
Kai rushed toward Ronaldo, ecstatic.
Guardiola's perspective seemed godlike. Watching games in his previous life, his football philosophy was one step ahead. His passes weren't the sharpest—but fast enough to be unreactable.
This was more exciting than "Panther Hunting" or exploiting Ronaldo's secret fear of passing.
This was pure Kai Deng football philosophy.
Ronaldo: ???
Ronaldo wanted to run away—he hadn't adjusted to his biggest rival suddenly becoming a teammate.
He didn't know how to react.
Turning away, he walked back.
But Kai leapt ridiculously high and jumped straight onto Ronaldo's back!
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