ctnovel Chapter 43 How could he possibly have leaked this information!
Chapter 43 How could he possibly have leaked this information!
The away team's highest stand, the Atlético Madrid away supporters' stand, erupted in cheers.
Just minutes ago, these people were still holding their heads in despair.
just now.
They frantically stomped on the plastic seats.
The burly man with a full beard and shirtless was waving his red and white cheering scarf, which had just fallen into the mud, with great force.
The veins on the burly man's neck bulged, and he roared wildly downwards, spitting as he spoke:
"Atletico Madrid! Crush them! Crush these bastards!"
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The once bustling and arrogant Anoeta Stadium was now eerily silent, with tens of thousands of Real Sociedad fans in attendance.
The beer glasses that were flying everywhere just now.
And those inflatable batons that were banged so loudly they shook the heavens.
There was no movement at all.
Large numbers of people covered their gaping mouths with their hands, their faces filled with disbelief.
Everyone was staring intently at the replay of that 30-meter heavy artillery world-class shot that was being played over and over again on the big screen.
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In the domestic broadcasting studio.
He Wei held his hand, which was red from being scalded by hot water, and took a deep breath of cool air.
He spoke at an extremely fast pace, and his voice was transmitted to every household through the microphone.
"The game has only been going for twenty minutes!"
"Atletico Madrid has fought their way back from hell to heaven!"
"Who would have thought that a defensive midfielder who does all the dirty work on the defensive end could unleash such an unreasonable long-range shot? This is the source of Simeone's team's utterly unreasonable confidence!"
"Real Sociedad's attacking tactics have been completely thrown into jeopardy by this long-range shot!"
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on the field.
Griezmann stood near the center circle, gritted his teeth, and spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with dirt onto the ground.
The middle route is completely blocked.
That Chinese number 13 was practically a human sweeper; as soon as the ball entered the 30-meter zone in the middle, it would be completely crushed by his extremely brute body.
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The match has reached the 25th minute.
Real Sociedad launched a long pass from their own half, and the ball landed precisely on the left flank of the attacking third.
Griezmann controlled the ball steadily near the sideline.
His mind was filled with extremely clear tactical logic.
If we can't get through the middle, then we'll create an opening on the flanks!
He cut inside with his left foot, using his foot speed to overpower the opposing full-back Filipe, and then broke through the flank to deliver a through ball to Javi Prieto who was making a run into the middle.
Griezmann lowered his center of gravity, subtly shifting his left shoulder towards the baseline.
This is a feint.
Followed by.
Griezmann's left instep touched the side of the ball, and he flicked it towards the inside with extreme speed!
Just as he was about to accelerate a second time to devour Felipe alive.
His gaze was fixed ahead.
That terrifying, red and white wall that had filled him with utter despair for the first twenty minutes had actually descended upon him again!
Li Jing timed the ball precisely at the minus one second interval between Griezmann's touch and his touch.
His long legs strode out.
The right foot was extended forward with extreme precision, without even the slightest unnecessary movement.
"Snapped!"
A very crisp sound of the ball being struck.
The ball was forcefully poked away from Griezmann's feet by Li Jing, without any suspicion of foul.
Griezmann's left foot missed the target, causing him to lose his balance and stumble forward two large steps, almost falling headfirst into the grass.
The Frenchman was completely enraged.
The moment he regained his balance, he turned around and yelled at the Real Sociedad players around him.
"Don't retreat! Charge forward!"
"Rob him on the spot! Suffocate him right here!"
Royal Sociedad's tactical execution was extremely high at this stage.
Griezmann shouted that.
The surrounding midfielders and forwards, including Prieto and Inigo, were originally preparing to move forward.
The four of them, plus Griezmann himself, were like a pack of rabid dogs that had smelled blood.
They abandoned their original positions and rapidly moved towards Li Jing near the sideline to encircle him.
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The director immediately zoomed out.
It presents a panoramic, God-like view from above, offering a wide-angle vista.
In the broadcast studio.
When He Wei saw the image on the big screen, he gasped again.
"Danger! Extremely dangerous!"
"Li Jing is holding onto the ball too long!"
He Wei's voice suddenly rose:
"Real Sociedad's five players have formed an extremely tight encirclement! He's completely trapped!"
"If the ball is intercepted in that position, Real Sociedad will immediately have a deadly counter-attack opportunity!"
Domestic online forums and live stream comments exploded at that moment.
"Get out of there! Even a long kick would be helpful!"
"Oh no! We were too overconfident! They didn't even manage to kick the ball high from that position!"
"Five guys are swarming them! They can't even let a fly get out! Get a ball out of bounds already!"
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on the field.
It was right there in that extremely narrow grassy area near the edge of the field.
Li Jing's massive frame was completely surrounded by five blue and white jerseys in the very center.
A memorable scene was born.
This is truly a situation where there is nowhere to go but to heaven or earth.
Front, back, left, right.
Even the space to turn around, retreat, and pass back into the penalty area was completely blocked by Real Sociedad players' bodies.
All I could see were waving arms and heavy breathing.
They couldn't even find a gap half a meter wide for passing the ball.
Defender Inigo Martinez tightly marked Li Jing's left rear.
He secretly pressed down on Li Jing's back with both hands, his eyes filled with extreme ecstasy.
"It's hopeless! This bastard will never let this get out!"
Inigo screamed wildly in his mind.
"His vision is completely blocked. If he dares to kick, it will definitely hit our legs or ankles!"
Griezmann, on the other hand, was positioned directly in front of him.
He pressed tightly against Li Jing's chest, his hands not clean at all, secretly pushing and squeezing from below.
Griezmann was panting heavily, mentally spewing out a torrent of trash talk.
"Go ahead and tell me! Weren't you so cocky just now?!"
"Let's see where you send it!"
"Leave the ball with me!"
In their eyes, this was an absolute confidence that reached its peak.
Under such extreme oxygen deprivation.
Five professional players engaged in intense pushing and shoving.
Absolutely no one could find the passing point and have the vision to pass the ball under such circumstances.
There is no other possibility but conceding a goal!
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But at this moment.
Li Jing was at the very center of the storm, being pushed and shoved by five people.
There wasn't a trace of panic on his face.
With the dual benefits of [world-class combat intensity] and [core stability elite level].
The five people pushed and shoved each other.
He was as steady as a black tower cast in iron.
Li Jing even lowered his head in extreme relaxation.
He glanced at the grass at his feet, which was riddled with holes and covered in mud from the shoving and pushing of five people.
The "Legendary Tactical Radar" was running at an incredibly fast processing speed in my mind.
Tens of thousands of passing routes were simulated instantly.
The ball's routes were blocked, intercepted, and broken one after another.
At last.
A ridiculously white line was frozen in my mind.
It was like a colossal wave at sea being cleaved open, creating an incredible waterway.
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Just 0.1 seconds before the encirclement was about to completely close in and all five pairs of feet were about to simultaneously extend to intercept the ball.
Li Jing's body suddenly made an extremely strange movement.
His enormous body was tilted severely to the right in an extremely unreasonable manner.
The person was almost losing their balance in mid-air.
But his left foot, with explosive force, sank heavily into the uneven grass, firmly stabilizing his lower body.
The ball was right next to his right foot.
Li Jing's right foot did not even touch the inside of the ball.
Instead, the ankle was turned outwards in an exaggerated way, to the point that even a normal person would think it was broken.
Outer instep!
In that instant, the outside of Li Jing's right foot transformed into a long, pure steel whip with exceptional elasticity and explosive power.
Aim at the lower right end of the ball.
With an extremely violent and illogical force exertion, he slapped the opponent hard!
"Bang!"
A dull, deafening sound of the ball being struck.
It exploded directly from the gap in the hand-to-hand combat between the five people!
Before the five Real Sociedad players could even react, Li Jing was about to make a tackle.
The ball had an extremely exaggerated and intense right spin.
Right next to Griezmann's face!
Right next to the Frenchman's terrified, dilated pupils.
It came directly from the shoulders and heads of the five defenders, through that single gap in the air less than half a meter wide.
They darted out at lightning speed!
The ball, spinning powerfully, pierced the low skies above the Anoeta Stadium.
They passed through Royal Sociedad's defenses with extreme precision, which had become completely vulnerable due to excessive forward pressure and frantic retreat.
It drew a wide, unnatural arc in mid-air and crashed directly into the huge, undefended green vacuum in front of Real Sociedad's penalty area!
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Forward area.
Falcao, the Colombian tiger, had long since smelled the extremely deadly scent of blood.
The moment Li Jing was surrounded, he didn't retreat to provide support at all.
Instead, they chose to start at full speed and penetrate directly behind the opponent's defensive line.
This is an abnormal trust in a teammate's ability to pass the ball.
Falcao relied entirely on his extremely abnormal short-range explosive power, completely irrationally.
He forcefully weaved between two Royal Football Club center-backs who were still in a daze and had no time to turn around and retreat.
The ball hit the grass.
With a strong right-hand spin and deceleration, the water on the turf even made the ball's glide smoother and more comfortable.
The ball rolled perfectly into Falcao's running path.
Perfect ball unloading!
Not even the slightest unnecessary adjustment is needed.
Falcao, carrying the ball, drove straight into the box.
In an instant, an extremely deadly one-on-one situation was created!
He faces goalkeeper Bravo one-on-one!
At this moment, the entire stadium fell into complete silence.
Tens of thousands of people even forgot to breathe.
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Inside the restricted area.
Goalkeeper Bravo gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
He didn't dare wait to die on the goal line, so he abandoned the goal and rushed towards Falcao at full speed.
When Falcao was two meters away.
Bravo's body stretched out like a large "木" (wood) character, trying to expand the blocking area with his torso and limbs.
Falcao is running.
He stomped his left foot hard on the grass, firmly rooting himself to the ground as a support axis.
His right leg was swung back and high in an exaggerated manner.
His eyes were filled with extreme bloodlust, violence, and ferocity.
This is impressive.
This is the range of force exerted.
That was absolutely a thunderous, explosive shot that seemed designed to send the ball and the person together into the goal!
Bravo was completely overwhelmed by this momentum. He subconsciously closed his eyes, turned his head sharply to one side, and tensed all his muscles, preparing to take the heavy blow with his chest.
but.
Just as Falcao's boots were about to make contact with the center of the ball.
Falcao's leg, which was raised high and had a strong visual impact, suddenly and very lightly, even with a hint of mockery, pulled back.
Originally a powerful shot with the instep.
In an instant, he pushed the ball with the instep of his right foot against the bottom of the ball with an extremely gentle motion!
A fake shot followed by a real pass! No, it's a fake shot followed by a real push!
The ball didn't even leave the ground.
It moved slowly, clinging to the wet, slippery grass, with an air of utter mockery.
He slid directly between Bravo's wide-open legs.
Crotch puncture!
The most humiliating thing ever was to have your crotch pierced!
The ball was under the desperate gaze of tens of thousands of eyes.
It rolled leisurely and extremely comfortably into the completely empty goal net.
It hit the white net with a soft "whoosh".
2: 1!
They came back from a 1-0 deficit to win 2-1!
Before the first half was even over, Atletico Madrid took the initiative and reversed the score in an extremely ruthless manner!
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Falcao turned around immediately after scoring the goal.
Adrenaline surged.
He hadn't even run two steps before he was about to grab his jersey and rush to the corner flag to give the home fans an extremely arrogant knee slide celebration.
As soon as he turned around...
Falcao froze on the spot.
Li Jing's extremely large body, even slightly sweaty and steaming.
I don't know when.
It had already run a full seventy meters and stood less than a meter behind Falcao.
Li Jing was panting heavily, and casually wiped the sweat from his chin with the hem of his jersey.
Falcao was so startled that he even took a half step back.
Followed by.
Falcao grabbed Li Jing's shoulders tightly, frantically rubbing Li Jing's newly cut hair with both hands, and burst into unrestrained laughter.
Holy crap!
Falcao was so excited that he even blurted out his native Colombian dialect.
"Do you fucking teleport?!"
However, he quickly realized what was happening.
I should be celebrating wildly right now!
Falcao patted Li Jing's back hard.
"Is your lungs made of diesel or nuclear power? They must be made of iron!"
"Save your energy, buddy, we still have most of the game to play! Are you just going to throw up all your sprinting and defense?"
Li Jing laughed:
"I thought you'd do a Balotelli-esque one-on-one shot that bounced off the post. Trying to pounce on the rebound and score, huh?"
Falcao laughed and cursed, "Go to hell!"
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The camera quickly cuts to the stands.
Just moments ago, Real Sociedad die-hard fans were frantically provoking and creating a cacophony of boos.
just now.
Not a single sound was uttered from the tens of thousands of people in the stands.
Large numbers of home fans gripped their hair tightly with both hands, oblivious to the fact that their scalps were turning red from the effort.
Their expressions were more terrified and utterly devastated than if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Countless pairs of eyes that were originally bloodshot are now extremely empty.
Everyone was glued to the big screen, watching the slow-motion replay of the moment the ball came out with the outside of the foot.
Whether it's the front row of the stands or the standing room on the highest level.
Everyone's lips were trembling violently, and they were frantically repeating the same phrase, expressing extreme disbelief in life, as if possessed.
"What the hell... what the hell was that just now?"
"We were just completely surrounded by five people."
"There isn't even a gap half a meter wide..."
"That ball."
"How the hell did it even fly out like that?!"
All the fans in the stadium turned their attention to the stadium's big screen without prior agreement!
I'm trying to watch the replay of the goal!
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