The Portuguese center-back hadn't expected Wang Shuo to be so fast.
His heart pounded in his chest.
He couldn't figure out why, but he had the distinct feeling that Wang Shuo was deliberately targeting him today.
'Shouldn't I be the one who's angry after being brutally nutmegged in the first leg?'
'Why does it seem like Wang Shuo is even angrier than I am?'
But Pepe had no time to dwell on it.
He immediately darted toward Wang Shuo, looking to get tight on him.
He was confident that if he could just get close, he could use his physicality to shut Wang Shuo down.
At that very moment, Wang Shuo faked left, throwing Pepe off balance. Then, feinting one way and moving the other, he used the outside of his right foot to send the ball diagonally forward to the right.
