Greatest Of All Legends-Chapter 588: Risk Free International Match II

Chapter 588: Risk Free International Match II

After the celebrations were over, the match resumed shortly after while Jason was still warming up on the sidelines, but a few minutes later, he was also on the pitch.

Having been subbed on for Simon on the left flank, Jason immediately took his post on the left side of the field.

Unlike usual, the Nigerian team was playing a 4-4-2 attacking formation with the wide midfielders a little bit ahead of the center midfielders.

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It was more like a 4-2-4 formation than a 4-4-2 formation, but it was similar enough to the Uventus formation, so Jason didn’t have any issues with his role in the team.

As soon as play resumed, he began moving to block out the passing lanes to the player he was marking, and whenever the ball came near enough, he would join on the press.

An opportunity soon arose for him shortly after he came on the field.

71st minute…

The Lesotho players were exchanging the ball at the back, trying to avoid losing possession unnecessarily when one of the center backs tried to pass the ball to his team’s right back, but he miscalculated the pass and sent the ball a little too far ahead of the right back.

Jason, who had been drifting around while keeping an eye around, immediately darted forward, lunging at the ball and stealing it before the right-back who was running at it could reach it.

The Lesotho right back immediately squared off against Jason, trying to prevent him from getting past, but Jason kicked the ball far forward as if he was making a pass to someone in front and then jumped past the right back.

The Lesotho right back immediately gave chase, not willing to let Jason off, but Jason was already pulling away as he chased hard after the ball.

Reaching the ball just as he reached the left side of the penalty box, Jason pushed the ball towards the right, cutting into the penalty box, and spotted Ihenacho quickly arriving into the penalty box.

Without hesitation, he sent the ball at the arriving striker, and Ihenacho hit the ball at goal first time.

{Ihenacho!!!}

{Oh, the keeper’s got a hand to it!} the commentator screamed in surprise as the Lesotho goalkeeper flew at the ball, just barely reaching it and pushing it to the right, his save taking most of the power out of the shot.

{Ighalo is there!? Hits it a second time!}

{Three for him, he has made it a hat-trick!} the commentator shouted excitedly while Ighalo took off down towards the sidelines with his arms stretched out wide and a huge smile on his face.

{It is not a win they needed, but they’re on the path to taking it anyway! They have no mercy for their opponents!}

While the commentator was talking, the Nigerian fans were going crazy in celebration along with the Nigerian players who were celebrating in front of the fans.

Like usual, the celebration did not take too long, and the players were once again heading back to their half of the field to continue the game, and less than a minute, the ball was once again moving around the field.

At this point, the Lesotho team had become numb to the fact that they were behind.

Losing was nothing new to them, and they had lost most of the games in their group and were not even in contention for qualifying, even if they had won a game.

That they were losing by three goals to nil didn’t bother them too much, and all they really cared about at this point was that they didn’t concede too many goals to the point that it would be too embarrassing to show their faces.

They also didn’t mind scoring one or two consolation goals, so they continued playing like before.

Staying cautious but constantly looking to attack.

Unfortunately, it was not their lucky day, and they kept getting pushed back by the Nigerian team.

#86th minute…

{Moving the ball around comfortably, Nigeria} the commentator said as the ball slowly moved deeper and deeper into the Lesotho half of the field.

{Jason with the ball, he moves out wide?}

Jason had just received the ball from Collins and he moved the ball out wide to the left side of the penalty box, completely at ease.

Nigeria was already leading the game with three goals so he wasn’t desperately looking to score a goal or anything.

It wasn’t a crucial game for them either, so he chose to just have a little fun with the ball instead of constantly looking for the most efficient route to the goal.

There was also the fact that he didn’t want to rack up too many numbers against a team like Lesotho.

He didn’t think that they were below him or anything.

Perhaps he was feeling a little compassionate and didn’t want to beat this team more than three in this kind of game. They didn’t present any threat to his team as far as he had seen, and he didn’t want to become a nightmare to a whole country just yet.

Perhaps if it was a different day, a different competition, or maybe against Mylo’s country.

As he faced off against his marker who was blocking his path into the penalty box, he stopped moving the ball, put his hands on his waist, and just smiled at the guy.

The guy who was squaring off against Jason, prepared to tackle when he came charging in, didn’t know what to do and first looked around to see whether something was happening that he didn’t know.

Seeing that nothing strange was happening and it was just Jason who was playing around, he stood up straight and gestured towards his wrist as if to tell him, ‘Time is going bro.’

“Sure bro, whatever you say,” Jason grinned and moved forward until he was within a meter’s distance and then did a smooth rainbow flick over the man’s head and skipped past him into the penalty box.

The Lesotho defender immediately chased after Jason, not deterred or embarrassed by Jason doing a rainbow flick over him, but as he turned to chase Jason, Jason flicked the ball back over him again.

The Lesotho defender lost his footing and slipped, falling to the ground while Jason once again trapped the ball and then passed the ball towards Mikel, who was at the edge of the penalty box.

Mikel ran at the ball and hit it at the goal with power, but he mishit it and sent the ball high and wide.

{Oh! What a disastrous end to a beautiful run!}

{He should be ashamed for ending the attack like that!} the commentator shouted aggravatedly while the fans went crazy as they looked at this guy who had wasted such a perfect pass.

Jason, whose pass had been wasted, didn’t feel bad that his perfect assist had been wasted and just pulled the Lesotho defender up from the ground with a smile on his face, apologizing for ‘breaking’ his ankles and jogging out of the penalty box.