Wang Chu, who had never played in a first-team match before, never expected that Li Shiguang would send him out to play against a strong team like Arsenal, especially when it wasn't garbage time.

But that wasn't all that shocked him.

Because Li Shiguang then addressed the team again: "Wang Chu, after you come on, switch positions with James. In the second half, we'll focus our attack on Wang Chu."

"Ah!?" This time, Wang Chu couldn't hold back any longer. "Boss, although I've been working out really hard at the gym, with my current physical condition, I can't even get past that big black guy like James. How could I possibly break through his defense!"

“Who said you had to go head-to-head with him?” A signature wicked grin spread across Li Shiguang’s face. He first drew a heavy circle on the whiteboard representing Gala’s number 10, then turned to Wang Chu and said, “I heard from Thomas that you had quite a few fancy footwork skills when you played in the youth team.”

"I only have one request: when your teammates are dribbling, try to drop back to receive the ball. Make sure you maintain a certain distance from them when you have the ball, and definitely don't let them rush at you and physically assault you! After you get the ball, use all the fancy moves you know to try and get past them! You don't necessarily have to break forward; you can go sideways or backward, just make sure they don't take the ball from you without committing a foul! If you successfully get past them and pass the ball, don't rush forward; remember to turn around and taunt them!"

At this point, Li Shiguang paused, glanced at the corner of the locker room, and pointed at Alves with a smile: "If you don't know how to trash talk, hurry up and learn from Dani. In this respect, he should be the best in our area!"