Portugal has produced the Portuguese Super League, ranked 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th in the FIFA rankings, so the football atmosphere is naturally strong.
Even in normal U15 league games, thousands of fans show up.
Among them is a flashy group of socialites: gang members holding a cheering banner for Qatar Sports, wearing the No. 16 jersey of Qatar Sports' youth training—that's Andoua's jersey.
This is Andoua's brother and his friends. They kept shouting things like, "Qatar Sports must win! Sporting Lisbon is trash!"
Strictly speaking, these aren't fans—they're football hooligans. No club wants them.
Soon, the young players from both teams entered the field.
"I didn't expect to meet you here. This time I'll kick you so hard you won't even recognize me!" Andoua growled at Kai and Ronaldo. "Actually… I should thank you.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been expelled, and I wouldn't have jumped to Qatar Sports' U15 to become a starter."
Kai pouted. "Congratulations, but there's a difference between U15 and U15. Qatar Sports' U15… I'm sorry, if your opponent wasn't Sporting Lisbon, how many people do you think would come watch?"
"Two hundred? Three hundred?"
"This year, Qatar Sports' best U17 player already transferred to Benfica. Do you think he'll come back?"
"Qatar Sports has no future. When I searched online, the top page was literally just Qatar. Can you believe it? I thought you were playing for a Middle Eastern tycoon club!"
"By the way, speaking of money, your youth stipend must be less than at Sporting Lisbon, right?"
Sporting Lisbon, Benfica, and Porto had the highest youth stipends in Portugal.
Ronaldo watched Kai attacking Andoua in the front row, and the smile on his face grew wider.
Kai may lose on the field sometimes, but he always wins when trash-talking. He's a true king of words.
"Huh!" Andoua was furious and speechless.
With a whistle, the game officially began.
Qatar Sports kicked off.
At the moment of kickoff, Kai glanced at Ronaldo, sending a clear signal. Ronaldo understood immediately.
The Qatar Sports players passed the ball twice, and it finally reached Andoua's feet.
But at the same time, Kai and Ronaldo charged toward him.
Pressing from kickoff!
The sudden intensity made fans still holding popcorn scramble to the front row. Many teams need ten minutes to generate such a scene.
Andoua's pupils shrank. But instead of panicking, he spotted a good passing lane.
Quickly establishing himself in a new team after being expelled proved Andoua's strength and talent.
Kai is a midfielder—his forward press would inevitably create gaps in Sporting Lisbon's midfield.
Andoua passed the ball, aiming for the space behind Kai. The Qatar Sports striker ran into position. Once the through ball arrived, he could challenge Lisbon's center-back—a golden opportunity.
But…
The Qatar Sports striker's run suddenly stopped.
Football… intercepted!
"How is this possible?!" Andoua's smile froze. How could Kai intercept a ball clearly aimed beyond him?
Andoua intentionally played the ball beyond Kai's reach, targeting his short stature and short legs. Normally, a 1.7-meter-tall player might intercept it. But Kai… how?
"Beautiful sliding tackle! Sporting Lisbon's No. 24 executed a risky, successful defensive play!"
"His attack opened a hole in the midfield. Andoua saw it and sent a through ball."
"But Andoua never expected Kai, whose legs aren't long enough, to slide in and take the ball."
"Kai got up, controlled the ball skillfully, and now stands at the junction of the offensive third and second offensive zones."
"But all of Qatar Sports' defenders are in front of him, ready to encircle and suppress him."
"Chris was on the side for support, but the passing lane was blocked."
"This is almost a two-on-seven situation in the frontcourt. Normally, Kai would lose the ball."
Other Sporting Lisbon players began retreating to avoid counterattacks, isolating Kai and Ronaldo.
Tactically, it was a solid setup. Even Ronaldo would have lost the ball here.
But Kai… kept dribbling straight at Andoua.
Andoua, the midfielder, was tall, accurate with long passes, and Qatar Sports had a tactic to exploit this: when pressed, Andoua would receive the ball, then launch a long pass to forwards to transition quickly. This had earned him the nickname "Guardiola of Qatar Sports."
He aimed to replace the current No. 10 and become the new midfield core. But for Sporting Lisbon, that midfield position meant… Kai would dominate the frontcourt.
Andoua stepped forward, confident. Taller than Kai. A defender closed in behind him. The central defender moved up, forming a trap, with another defender behind them. Kai was completely surrounded.
Yet Kai didn't slow down. Everyone knows most dribbling is done at reduced speed—but Kai didn't care.
Boom!
A shocking move.
Kai, dribbling at speed, suddenly unleashed a shot—an angry strike!
No one expected it. Extraordinary? No. Unnecessary? Yes.
Kai never intended to beat Andoua with dribbling. He just triggered the conditions for "Panther Hunt."
Within three seconds, the frontcourt was cleared.
The ball flew past Andoua's face.
Thirty-five meters from goal. Even top shooters in the major leagues rarely start from this distance. Long shots are low-probability, giving goalkeepers too much time. The ball often loses control. But Kai's shot had power, precision, and skill.
From the stands, fans gasped.
Andoua turned—oh shit!
The goalkeeper was sprinting from the penalty spot. Normally, goalkeepers stay outside the box during kickoffs—rarely a threat. But now, the improbable happened: a U15 player launched a long-range shot.
The ball passed the jumping goalkeeper but hit the crossbar, bouncing down. The keeper leaped again. He almost had it… but not quite.
Boom!
The ball finally crossed the line. Sporting Lisbon's No. 24 raised his hands to the sky.
He scanned the stadium as the center, letting out an excited roar:
"Veni!"
Teammates froze. Latin? Portuguese and Spanish are derived from Latin—everyone understood.
Kai wasn't done.
"Vidi!" he added.
He dared. After being mocked as Caesar, he was now claiming to be the real Caesar.
The small stadium fell silent. Only the voice of the Great Emperor echoed:
"Vici!"
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