Football No. 10: God's Perspective

Wang Po readily agreed to the request of his little fan.

Xiao Hei was not the starting player in this game, but a young player who was promoted to the first team this year. He was only 16 years old and his name was Cruz. He played as a central midfielder, which happened to be Wang Po's main position. It was no surprise why he regarded Wang Po as his idol.

"By the way, which number do you like best? I will definitely choose your number when I become a main player in the future."

Cruz paused and asked again.

"Well, No. 80. I like the numbers I have worn, No. 11, and No. 29. Of course, I also like No. 10, which symbolizes the core." Wang Po thought about it seriously and said.

"No. 80? It's a very uncommon number. Does it have any special meaning? No. 11 is generally the number of a winger. As a midfielder, don't you generally like No. 7 or No. 8? And your current No. 29 is also very rare."

With his head tilted, Cruz spoke out his doubts like a curious baby.

"Because I once had the memory of Milan in my youth, when your idol joins your home team, I think that moment will be the most beautiful moment in life." Wang Po's eyes were full of fascination.

"No. 11 is right, it is indeed the number of a winger, but who doesn't want an unreasonable and lightning speed? As for my current No. 29, that was the number of a striker in our country when I was still young. In my young memory, he is simply an omnipotent existence."

"Which number do you like best?" Cruz asked.

"I like them all."

Wang Po touched the head of the little player who is 4 years younger than him and smiled.

The passionate Champions League march was played into the player channel, and it was time to enter the field.

Wang Po waved goodbye to Cruz and pulled the ball boy into the Mestalla Stadium. When he entered the stadium, he was greeted by the boos of more than 50,000 fans in the stadium.

This is the way the Mestalla Stadium greeted Wang Po, welcome to the away game in Spain.

"Beep"

With a whistle, Wang Po's first Champions League game for Ajax began.

Last season, Wang Pu's team was a triple crown team that won the German Cup, Bundesliga and Champions League. In the team, there were many famous players such as Aubameyang, Ousmane Dembele, Subotic and Schmelzer. Now, Aubameyang flew to Arsenal, another London team, and Ousmane Dembele transferred to Barcelona for 105 million euros. He also became a substitute for Barcelona's failure to win Wang Pu. As for the meritorious coach of the triple crown, Tuchel was poached by the Premier League giant Chelsea.

The skeleton of the triple crown fell apart.

Obviously, for these players who transferred away, as the core and the most outstanding player in the team, Wang Pu is obviously in the worst situation. Can he lead such a young team to make a difference in the Champions League? Countless eyes in the football circle are watching.

At the beginning of the game, the Valencia team, playing at home, showed strong aggressiveness under the cheers of the home fans, fierce fighting and large defensive actions.

However, such defensive actions were tacitly approved by the referee, who whistled at home.

After a while, the young men of the Ajax team were angered by such a penalty scale, and their actions began to get bigger. In just five minutes, the young men of the Jia family received two yellow cards.

"Calm down." The head coach Ten Hag on the sidelines saw the anxious mood of his players, pressed his hands down to signal the players to remain restrained, and at the same time, he turned to complain to the fourth official on the sidelines, expressing his dissatisfaction with his team's experience.

"Ah~!" Wang Po's body was hanging on the opponent's midfielder No. 8 Soler, who directly kicked behind him.

Wang Po screamed and fell to the ground, and the referee did not say anything, tacitly allowing Soler to attack with the ball.

Finally, at the front of the penalty area, Guedes's volley was bravely resolved by goalkeeper Onana's flying save.

Wang Po got up, ran to the referee, and counted with his fingers. "One, two, three, four, five, you violated me five times, and you didn't even give me a verbal warning. Did you do it on purpose?"

This also made the new World Footballer of the Year finally unable to suppress his anger, and he screamed at the referee, trying to eat the guy in black in one bite.

"I am the referee, I have the final say on this court, are you questioning me? Now I warn you once, if you have any radical behavior again, don't blame me for taking out a card."

The referee said coldly with a dark face.

This look made Wang Po sick. If it wasn't on the court, he would have punched him in the face.

At the same time, the players of the Ajax team also surrounded him. Some young men with vigor and blood had already had resentment and dissatisfaction in their hearts, and they were ignited at this time.

"Ok, no problem, let's see." Wang Po took a deep breath, suppressed the evil in his heart, and pulled his teammates back to continue the game.

After the change of sides, Valencia's No. 8 midfielder Soler pulled and dragged De Jong to steal the ball, and Wang Po, who was chasing back to defend, kicked and knocked him to the ground with a shovel.

"Beep~!"

The whistle sounded in time, and the referee immediately felt the scene of the incident.

Yellow card.

Wang Po didn't even look at it, and walked back as if nothing had happened.

Instead, after a simple treatment, Soler stood up and looked for Wang Po aggressively.

"Hey, are you playing football?"

"I should be the one asking you this. Were you playing football with those moves before? Do you think you can do whatever you want with this stupid referee? I tell you to be more careful with your moves, otherwise, I will definitely get you off the field."

Wang Po looked directly at the extremely angry Soler and spoke word by word.

That was a kingly aura.

How could the core of the treble champions be so angry?

"Of course, if you are convinced, you can also compete on the field. I will let you see my fist."

After a pause, Wang Po waved his fist and continued.

This was not just a warning to Soler, but to the entire Valencia team and the referee.

A game can be abandoned, this is just the group stage, but this kind of unfairness must be curbed.

Under Wang Po's strong aura, Soler was scared. He was in the wrong. When defending before, he used many small moves to greet Ajax No. 29.

The entire first half was played in such a fragmented rhythm.

Under Valencia's fierce and brutal fouls, Ajax did not form an effective attack.

The embarrassing 0 shots were very eye-catching.

In the locker room.

Ten Hag remained silent, he wanted his players to calm down and not get carried away. "Everyone saw the opponent's home whistle, the referee's standards were wrong, but first of all, we should not panic, don't rush, otherwise, we will suffer."