The surrounding defenders were filled with despair. They still chose to block as much as possible, but in front of them was the great Henry. They knew that if Henry truly got serious, with their abilities, how could they possibly stop him!
However, Henry didn't shoot. Everyone was deceived, even Messi and Vieira beside him were deceived, but Cao Baiming was not.
Because, at this moment, even though Henry hadn't made his next move, a golden line had already appeared before Cao Baiming's eyes. It was incredibly brilliant and incredibly clear!
The large number on it was a perfect 100, meaning not only would Henry send a pass soon, but the goal was already scored.
The next second, the football indeed arrived at Cao Baiming's feet. Henry's fake shot and real pass amazed the entire stadium. At this moment, Cao Baiming touched it lightly without a word. After the football deflected and changed direction, it directly entered the bottom left corner of the goal.
The "Five Successes" came so easily.
The match time reached the fifteenth and a half minute, and the score was already five to zero. Looking at it from any angle, it no longer resembled a friendly match!
After all, there were commercial partnerships behind this match. Although there were no specific demands made about the game, if the match were to end with such a brutal outcome, it would surely not be acceptable.
Following this goal, the players on the field celebrated with less enthusiasm than before. Instead, the team's high-ranking officials off the field finally couldn't sit still.
After several whispers, the message finally reached Arteta.
"Don't continue like this. At least give them some face..."
Arteta didn't turn around, but just from the voice behind him, he was startled. This was a voice belonging to someone he definitely couldn't afford to offend.
After thinking for a moment, he still mustered the courage to turn around.
"I told them before the game that they might settle down soon. The score difference probably won't exceed ten goals."
"Ten goals? Why don't you say a hundred goals?"
Arteta didn't know what to say. After a string of reassurances, he reluctantly turned his gaze back to the field.
The situation didn't seem too exaggerated at the moment, but the person he was most worried about was Cao Baiming. This guy seemed completely unable to control his goal-scoring spree!
The high-ranking officials whispered amongst themselves. Trusting Arteta's words, they might soon slow down the pace a bit.
Thus, he turned back to his VIP box seat and exchanged pleasantries with those around him.
In fact, Cao Baiming was thinking the same thing. At least they could rest for a bit. The current situation was already satisfactory. If they went too crazy, it might indeed be a bit problematic.
Although he didn't care one bit what people like them thought, these were people Messi cared about, and Messi was his good friend. He had to give Messi some face. For Messi's sake, he would temporarily hold back.
For a full three minutes, Cao Baiming did not actively push forward. It seemed Messi had given the opposing team enough face, as his positioning was also problematic.
Countless nearly golden lines flashed before Cao Baiming's eyes. A few more minutes passed unconsciously, and the match time had reached twenty minutes.
Generally, people consider the twenty-minute mark as a mid-point in the first half of a football match.
At this point, it's also common for one side to adjust tactics and make substitutions to salvage the situation.
However, as Arsenal's opponent, their coach at this moment showed no indication whatsoever, not even attempting a recovery, because he knew in his heart that the players he could substitute were, at best, only able to achieve balance.
Honestly, being able to maintain the current situation and not let it worsen was already a blessing, because the other cards he had were indeed not better than the ones on the field.
But after these few minutes of quiet, the opponents seemed to have found some confidence. Suddenly, they seemed to think that the coordination between teammates was more tacit, and their defense was more stable than before. This was why Arsenal hadn't scored again for so long.
The other side had Cao Baiming, Messi, and Henry! Even top Premier League teams couldn't stop these few players, yet they had managed to contain them!
For a moment, a deep sense of confidence surged from the hearts of all the players.
These players even got hyped up, cheering each other on. Their expressions showed that they were no longer as tense, but rather a bit relaxed.
It was as if the 5-0 scoreline no longer existed.
Cao Baiming naturally saw all of this.
The opponents had become so complacent. If he didn't score again to let them taste his power, they might truly become arrogant. These people were truly hopeless.
At this moment, Arteta was also closely observing the situation on the field. Seeing that his players seemed to have slowed down their pace, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Winning this match was not a difficult task for the current team, not even a surprising one.
It was just that the opposing high-ranking officials had actively spoken up. If the situation became too dire and ruined the team's friendly relationship, how could that be explained?
Thinking of this, he felt as if someone was slowly walking towards him from behind. Although he didn't turn around, nor did he hear any sound, he could feel an aura, like another sense, a magnetic field of another person.
This time, before he could turn his head, the person behind him spoke again.
Hearing this voice, Arteta quickly turned his head. As expected, it was the team leader he had just had a brief exchange with.
At this moment, this leader had a smile on his face. His expression was so kind, and he looked very satisfied.
"Good, good. You truly did what you said you would do. You're worthy of your reputation. This situation is fine now. You don't need to ask the players to hold back too much. Let them play as usual!"
Looking at the words coming from the old man's mouth and the expression on his face, Arteta almost felt an urge to curse right then and there.