freeallnovels Chapter 45: Pass it on to yourself 3 seconds from now!
Chapter 45: Pass it on to yourself 3 seconds from now!
This trip involved a tremendous effort.
Completely unreasonable.
The ball drew a clear white line on the slippery grass and rolled forward at high speed for more than ten meters!
In the broadcast studio.
He Wei gripped the commentary table tightly with both hands and exclaimed in surprise, "That's a huge mistake!"
"Li Jing completely lost control of the ball on that last touch!"
"The ball was too far from his body; that was an absolutely absurd mistake!"
on the field.
Real Sociedad defender Inigo saw the ball rolling towards the open space between him and Li Jing, and his eyes instantly flashed with ecstatic joy.
"That was a huge touch! This ball is mine!"
Inigo immediately turned around, lowered his center of gravity, and sprinted towards the ball's landing point, preparing to kick it directly into the stands to clear the ball.
……
After Li Jing's explosive kick, the muscles in his two thick thighs instantly tensed to their absolute limit.
Japanese anime often gives people a certain illusion.
Generally, fast-moving foods are crispy.
Hard materials are generally not fast!
In reality, that is often the case.
The faster it goes, the harder it gets; the harder it gets, the faster it goes!
This aligns with the basic physical principles of the human body.
……
He made no attempt to avoid the two defensive midfielders closing in from both sides.
Li Jing was like a heavy armored vehicle roaring at full speed.
Relying entirely on his abnormally strong physical abilities, he violently squeezed through the gap between the two!
The two Real Sociedad defensive midfielders felt as if they had crashed into a moving iron wall at full speed. A sharp pain shot through their shoulders, and they were thrown back and landed on the grass.
Li Jing broke through the double team.
The speed increased at an alarming rate that defied all human physiological norms!
Inigo had already started his run and was about to touch the ball.
Sudden.
A huge shadow was closing in furiously from his outside.
Li Jing pulled off an extremely brutal overtake on the grass just outside the sideline!
Inigo was shocked and tried to grab the jersey but missed.
……
"Damn it!"
He Wei screamed wildly in the broadcast studio, his voice cracking.
The poet He even swore; no poem could express He Wei's emotions better at that moment than that word.
Of course, his salary will be docked too!
The sound was transmitted to every household via signal.
"Send this to yourself three seconds from now!"
……
too fast!
too fast!
A violent act of eating raw food!
The entire Atlético Madrid fanbase erupted in jubilation.
……
Amidst the clamor of cheers.
Li Jing's world seems very quiet.
This is a flow-like experience.
His eyes were only on the football, and he just kept running like crazy!
Li Jing made an extremely difficult save, retrieving the ball from just before it went out of bounds near the baseline.
He deftly cut inside with his right foot, dribbling the ball directly into the right side of the penalty area.
One-on-one!
Facing Real Sociedad goalkeeper Bravo, who had abandoned his goal to attack!
The entire Atlético Madrid away team's stands.
The three thousand die-hard fans, their necks red, were shouting wildly for a hat trick.
Everyone thought Li Jing would unleash a brutal, powerful shot.
Goalkeeper Bravo spread his arms wide and stretched his body out to try to expand his defensive area.
Li Jing looked up at Bravo's position.
There was no greed for credit.
There was no intention to fight head-on.
He pushed with the arch of his right foot with extreme lightness.
The ball skimmed along the grass, avoiding Bravo's outstretched toe, and was passed directly across the completely undefended area in the center of the penalty area.
Falcao sprinted down the middle lane to catch up.
Facing an absolutely open goal with no goalkeeper.
There's no need to even stop the ball.
Falcao met the rolling ball with ease and effortlessly slotted it into the net.
"Whoosh!"
The ball hits the net!
4: 1!
The game was completely blown out by halftime!
Falcao turned his head, his neck flushed with excitement.
This was absolutely the most comfortable, hand-picked pie he had ever received in his career!
……
After scoring a goal.
Li Jing didn't stop at all; he first hugged and celebrated with Falcao who rushed over.
then.
He strode directly across the bottom line, marking the GG sign.
It charged forward at breakneck speed.
Heading straight towards the away team's expeditionary force at the highest point of the stands.
Li Jing stood firmly below the stands, arms outstretched.
He raised his head and let out an extremely arrogant roar at the group of Atlético Madrid die-hard fans who were frantically taking off their clothes and waving red and white inflatable sticks in celebration.
Just now.
The burly man with a full beard who threw a cheering scarf before the start of the game.
They are currently in a state of extreme excitement.
He took an unopened bottle of mineral water from the black backpack at his feet and threw it down at Li Jingda below.
Li Jing raised his right hand.
He caught the water bottle that was falling from mid-air.
He unscrewed the plastic bottle cap with one hand.
In front of the completely silent Basque home fans.
He simply lifted the entire bottle of water above his head.
Cool water poured down his steaming hair, running down his cheeks and neck and into his jersey.
Li Jing slammed the empty bottle heavily onto the grass at his feet.
He extended his right index finger, pointing to the section of the home stands where beer glasses had been smashed at the start of the game.
He shouted loudly, making sure the whole audience could hear him.
"Look carefully!"
"This is what you call drinking!"
Extreme arrogance!
A villain's behavior that is not even worth hiding!
……
This moment.
The tens of thousands of home fans at the Anoeta Stadium could not utter a single word of rebuttal, except to keep their mouths tightly shut.
Offering the highest level of courtesy in the world of football.
Shut up!
……
"Beep—! Beep—!"
The referee blew the whistle to end the first half on time.
With no stoppage time available, he didn't want the home team to continue enduring this one-sided mental torture.
Atletico Madrid dressing room.
The door was just pushed shut by Costa, the last person to walk in.
A deafening roar of celebration erupted inside, with some people even banging their combat boots on the metal locker doors, creating a loud "bang bang" sound.
Falcao ran over, covered in sweat.
He grabbed Li Jing, who had just sat down, and held him tightly, his hands constantly rubbing Li Jing's hair, which was still wet from the water.
Falco laughed and shouted loudly.
"Why didn't you take that shot yourself? Otherwise you would have had a hat trick!"
"You even shared this? Li, I love you so much!"
"I treat you like a brother, you wouldn't want to sleep with me, would you!"
Li Jing was initially shocked that this guy would say such outrageous things in broad daylight.
Then I adapted very quickly.
"Yeah, bro! Lift your ass up and I'll give you a good whack first!"
"I can be quite ruthless in some ways!"
These words were spoken.
The entire locker room was silent for half a second.
Then, Gabi, Courtois, and others burst into extremely exaggerated laughter.
"Quickly, Falcao, give in to Li Jing right now!"
"If one day a defender accidentally pulls down your pants, we'll all help you explain the whip marks on your butt!"
Courtois threw his heavy gloves on the table and loudly fanned the flames.
The Atlético Madrid dressing room was filled with excitement and fervor!
The high-pitched rhythm exudes the aura of victory!
……
Separated by a wall.
The Royal Society dressing room.
The air pressure here is terrifyingly low.
The atmosphere in the room was so cold it felt like a morgue that had just experienced a power outage.
All the players had their heads down.
He braced his hands firmly on his thighs, his eyes fixed on the gray floor tiles beneath his feet.
Apart from heavy, rapid breathing, no one spoke in the room.
Sudden.
Griezmann stood up from the bench in the far corner, looking utterly dejected.
He clutched the crumpled gummy bear wrapper in his hand and slammed it hard onto the floor in front of him.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound broke the silence.
"coach!"
Griezmann stared directly at Philip, who was standing in front of the tactics board, his voice loud and somewhat shrill.
"In the second half, let's continue to press forward and engage in an attacking battle!"
"I refuse to believe that number 13 has unlimited stamina!"
Griezmann gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment.
"No matter how large his coverage area is, he can't possibly run the entire 90 minutes!"
"If we keep applying pressure, we definitely have a chance to equalize in the second half!"
……
"Shut up!"
Philip, his eyes red, suddenly turned around.
He slammed the whiteboard he was using to plan tactics onto the tactics table.
It made a muffled "bang".
"Shut up, all of you!"
Philip braced himself firmly on the edge of the table with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging out.
Right now, he can't hear any tactical analysis about counter-attacks at all.
My mind is filled with images of my five-year-old daughter blowing up water balloons in the yard.
There's also that expensive mortgage payment I haven't gone to the bank to make next month.
If we get thrashed 7-1 or even 8-1 in our first home game.
Forget about the second half of the season, he'll be packing his bags and leaving tomorrow morning!
He absolutely cannot lose this job!
Philip stared at all the players on the field.
His voice trembled noticeably due to extreme fear and tension.
Listen carefully!
"In the second half, everyone get back inside the penalty area!"
"Five defenders plus two defensive midfielders! Block out the middle!"
Philip pointed to the locker room door.
"No matter how those bastards at Atletico Madrid provoke us on the field, or how they pass the ball around."
"Who dares to cross the midfield line even half a step without permission!"
"Get out of here and go wash your jerseys with the reserve team tomorrow morning!"
"It's a game we were bound to lose, so just conceding fewer goals won't be shameful! Don't look so dejected!"
"In case of a tie, goal difference will still be considered."
"Don't drop any points! Play them like Real Madrid or Barcelona!"
Done.
Philip collapsed into a chair, utterly exhausted, and covered his face with his hands.
In order to keep his job, the head coach forcibly abandoned all dignity and offensive tactics.
Atletico Madrid's terrifying high-pressing tactics seem to have become a nightmare for all La Liga coaches.
……
The entire fifteen-minute halftime break.
The stands at Anoeta Stadium.
Tens of thousands of home fans have already left, and more than half of them have left.
Unable to bear the huge psychological gap, they all went to the corridor outside the stadium to smoke in silence or buy large beers to vent their frustration.
Those who remained in their seats were also dejected, unable to even lift the hand holding the inflatable stick.
Only.
Atletico Madrid's away team stand.
Those three thousand red and white fans seemed to have been injected with the highest dose of chicken blood.
In those fifteen minutes, not a single person got up to go to the restroom.
I even urinated along with my sweat!
Go to the toilet, you idiot!
A group of burly men, shirtless and covered in sweat, stood there.
They banged their yellow inflatable sticks together with a deafening roar, their rhythm perfectly synchronized.
They sang the Atlético Madrid team song in unison for a full fifteen minutes.
The loud singing echoed through the empty stadium.
Their momentum completely turned the tables, making this place feel like Calderon's home ground.
……
The second half of the game has officially begun.
The referee blew the whistle.
Atletico Madrid made no substitutions to their starting eleven.
With an extremely terrifying and bloody sense of oppression, they stepped onto the grass again, putting pressure on Real Sociedad's half of the field.
……
The match has reached the 50th minute.
In front of the Atletico Madrid substitutes' bench on the sidelines.
Kirk was still sweating profusely as he warmed up with intense shuttle runs.
His mouth was wide open, and he was breathing heavily.
With each sprint and turn, he would look up at the scoreboard, which still showed a score of 4:1.
He was getting anxious as the number remained stuck.
Kirk slowed down his warm-up pace.
He jogged up to about two meters behind Simone.
He stopped what he was doing with his legs and placed his hands on his knees.
With an extremely resentful, even pitiful look in his eyes.
He stared intently at the back of the old man's slicked-back hair, so thick that even a fly would have to do a split if it landed on it.
Simeone was focused on the situation on the field.
Suddenly I felt a chill run down my spine, as if something was stabbing me hard.
The old man suddenly turned around.
They happened to run into Kirk looking so wronged he was about to cry.
Simone looked at the young man who was so eager to play, and helplessly stretched out his right hand to rub his temples.
For some reason, I felt sorry for them.
He let out a short, cold snort.
He immediately started cursing in a bad mood.
"What are you looking at!"
"Get back to the warm-up area right now and stretch your legs!"
Simeone pointed forcefully in the direction of the field with his finger.
"If those starters on the field could score another one..."
"Make it 5-1!"
Simone smiled helplessly.
"I'll let you go up there and kick me all you want right now!"
……
Time was ticking away.
The second half began in the 62nd minute.
Real Sociedad completely gave up in the second half, and head coach Philippe gave a firm order that all the players in blue and white jerseys retreat to the 30-meter defensive zone.
There wasn't even a single point of support left in the midfield and forward positions.
This is pure turtle defense.
They have no morals left.
Gabi easily held his position near the center circle in his own half.
With a quick kick, he broke the dribble from Real Sociedad striker Ifrán's foot.
Without any unnecessary adjustments, Gabi swings his right leg back.
"Bang!"
A crisp, over-the-top long pass sent the ball flying through the air towards Falcao in the attacking third.
The Royal Sociedad's restricted area line.
Falcao, with his back to the goal, took a step back with his right foot and planted it firmly in the grass.
Defender Inigo came up from behind, put his hands on Falcao's shoulders, and tried to lower his center of gravity.
Beneath Falcao's sweat-soaked jersey, two extremely exaggerated latissimus dorsi muscles stood out prominently.
There was absolutely no feinting.
Falco suddenly slumped his shoulders and slammed his back against Falco's back with extreme brutality.
"Thump!"
A dull thud echoed from Inigo's chest as he stumbled backward more than half a meter, his feet slipping twice before he managed to regain his footing.
Inigo clutched his chest, which felt tight, and yelled at the top of his lungs.
"You fucking play rugby here?!"
……
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