0146 Samba, Zigzag Samba (Subscribe please)

Serginho wasn't slow.

When beating weaker teams, he could flutter all over, handling both offense and defense.

But in terms of positional sense.

He couldn't catch up to Maldini even if he whipped his horse.

The gap between them was as wide as a light year.

The moment he stretched out his foot,

Mutu flicked the ball with his right foot, accelerating past Serginho and diagonally charging towards the box.

Kaladze quickly filled in.

Mutu twisted his body and flicked the ball with his left foot, and then tapped it with his right foot into the box.

Kaladze, who hadn't defended successfully the first time, quickly stepped to the left.

Mutu collided with Kaladze himself.

The ball rolled all the way out of bounds.

"Mutu really plays with spirit,"

Zhang chuckled as he said.

"Previously everyone thought Mutu was finished, but returning to Serie A, he's been reborn."