Most importantly, Ronaldo felt no discomfort in his right leg after completing the move.
He burst forward, catching up to the ball that had rolled away.
The moment he reached it, he trapped the ball with the tip of his foot. His body swayed with the rolling ball, his feet moving as if by magic. He performed a series of step-overs, then made a sharp cut and dribbled off to the left.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Beside him, Nelson hurriedly called out to Ronaldo.
This was just the start of his rehab with the ball; couldn't he take it a little easier?
Ronaldo broke into a wide grin, revealing his white teeth and the distinct gap between his front two. He was clearly overjoyed.
He felt like everything had returned.
The man who was once unstoppable, who could pull off any move and dared to take on an entire defensive line—that version of himself was back.
On the sidelines.
Moratti involuntarily clenched his fists. He turned to Chen Yu excitedly. "Chen, did you see that?"
