RoleplayNovel Chapter 32 To hell with the football dream!
Chapter 32 To hell with the football dream!
After scoring, Li Jing did not slow down at all.
He charged straight toward the left corner flag area, leaped high, and unleashed three powerful hook punches in quick succession.
"roar!"
He let out a furious roar towards the stands.
Gabi and Falcao rushed over from behind and tackled Li Jing to the ground.
Gabi gripped Li Jing's hair tightly, his voice booming:
"Your positioning is absolutely bizarre! I was watching from the outside the box the whole time, I didn't even notice when you sneaked into the penalty area!"
Falcao also patted Li Jing on the back:
"Beautiful pass! The ball's placement was perfect!"
The highest point of the stands.
Fifteen-year-old Rodri gripped the railing tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.
His mouth was half-open, and the cheers he had prepared were stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.
"It's only been three minutes... how could this happen?"
Rodri muttered to himself.
He took his team and rode the bus for three hours.
And his team fell behind in just three minutes?
The bearded Villarreal fan next to him kicked the plastic seat hard in anger, cursing under his breath.
"Damn it! Was Oriol sleepwalking on the field just now?!"
"Don't panic, don't panic! Give the ball to Santi, he can help us get it back!"
The fans of Villarreal seem to have long since developed a good mindset.
Even if it's lagging behind.
Even if we lose.
They always manage to regroup and get back on their feet.
This positive mindset is exactly the same as that of a certain fan of the Eastern Red national team.
If they fall behind at the start, they'll tell themselves there's still a whole game left!
When they fall behind at halftime, they tell themselves that the counter-attack starts from adjustments made in the second half!
As the whistle blows, they tell themselves that there's still a chance for a decisive victory!
Finally, even if they lose the game, they will quietly start calculating the points, and there is still a chance to advance!
Even if we fail to qualify in the end, it's not a big problem.
You can also have some late-night barbecue.
……
The game has resumed.
Villarreal are trying to slow down the pace of the game.
Villarreal's fan section, though small in the away stadium, saw them regroup once again!
Borja Valero received the pass near the center circle.
Diego Costa immediately rushed over, his eyes red, pulling and tugging at him.
It was another case of relentless, dog-like pressure and looting.
……
Eighth minute of the match.
The frenzied, dog-like looting continued.
The eleven players on the Huangqian team were feeling incredibly frustrated.
They initially thought that this pressing was just the beginning of the game's excitement.
But now it seems that this group of red and white checkered lunatics are planning to rob and plunder like this for the entire game.
Valero received the ball in midfield again.
Almost instantly, Atletico Madrid players closed in on them.
Valero was under intense pressure and dared not turn around, so he had to pass the ball back to Bruno, the defensive midfielder behind him.
Just as Bruno was about to stop the ball, Atletico Madrid's Raul Garcia showed his studs and slid in with extreme ferocity.
Atletico Madrid started the game with a high-intensity pressing, which made Villarreal players, who were used to a slow-paced, possession-based style of play, extremely uncomfortable.
"Send it to me!"
Seeing that things were not going well, Cazorla retreated to the vicinity of the mid-line, raised his right hand and shouted for the ball.
In a panic, Bruno poked the ball with his toe, and it rolled erratically toward Cazorla.
That pass was too hasty; it was a completely dirty pass.
Cazorla still needs to adjust his catching posture.
Everyone gasped in shock.
This kind of "knife-covered ball" is disgusting.
Just then, Li Jing charged forward at full speed from ten meters away, lunging directly at Cazorla's receiving route, clearly intending to bring down both the player and the ball.
At this moment, Li Jing's maxed-out tactical prediction ability was rapidly operating in his mind.
The system translates Cazorla's receiving motion and the direction of his weight transfer into clear, predictable routes laid out on the turf.
If Cazorla hesitates for even half a second when controlling the ball, Li Jing is absolutely confident of winning the ball.
Cazorla caught a glimpse of Li Jing charging towards him out of the corner of his eye.
As one of La Liga's top technical attacking midfielders, he didn't even control the ball.
Cazorla placed the sole of his right foot directly on the surface of the ball, and with great ease, pulled it back against the immense momentum of Li Jing's sprint.
Immediately afterwards, Cazorla quickly flicked the ball forward with the inside of his left foot.
A textbook example of "fried meatballs"!
Li Jing's massive body whistled through the air as he lunged at Cazorla, only to miss his target.
Cazorla successfully cleaned up the dirty ball and then broke free from Atletico Madrid's high press.
Villarreal fans erupted in violent cheers!
Li Jing became a background figure.
That was a beautiful ball swish.
Villarreal fans were ecstatic.
"That Chinese kid is indeed physically strong, but he's too simple-minded."
"His defense relies entirely on brute force to charge forward, and any change in rhythm can easily make him run around in circles."
"Our midfield is dominating them; they'll run out of energy in no time!"
Hang in there!
……
On the field, Cazorla remained calm after finishing shuffling the ball.
Cazorla looked up and spotted an opening on the right flank. He then delivered a perfectly executed 30-meter low through ball with his right foot, comfortably passing the ball to the right-back Mario who was making a run forward.
Cazorla then immediately accelerated forward to join the attack.
This is the absolute superiority of a technically skilled midfielder.
Calm and composed.
Mario sprinted down the right flank, drawing all of Atletico Madrid's left-back Filipe's defensive attention.
Mario seized the opportunity and with a very subtle backheel flick, passed the ball to Cazorla, who had made a run down the wing.
At this moment, Cazorla had already reached the right corner of Atletico Madrid's penalty area.
This is an extremely dangerous area; whether cutting inside to shoot or crossing, it can create a huge killing opportunity.
Cazorla shifted his shoulder to the left as Miranda came over to cover.
An incredibly realistic inside cut fake move!
Miranda was misled, and Cazorla used his right foot to flick the ball heavily towards the byline, creating space to prepare for a cross.
The movements were fluid and seamless, without any flaws.
Just as Cazorla swung his right leg!
A red and white figure suddenly appeared in his blind spot.
A brutal sliding tackle sent the ball flying right off Cazorla's feet!
The ball flew out of his control.
Cazorla remained frozen in place, his face filled with horror, still in the stance of his raised foot.
"Li Jing?!"
Cazorla stared wide-eyed at Li Jing, who was getting up from the ground.
How is that possible!
Just now, when the ball was being dribbled around the center circle, this bastard was clearly left behind, and he even managed to complete a crossover pass.
How could he possibly appear at the right baseline in an instant?!
What kind of incredible speed and awareness of positioning is this?!
Li Jing stood up without even glancing at Cazorla.
The moment he fell to the ground to intercept, his ability to read the game was already on full display.
The entire frontcourt positioning and the running routes of his teammates were all clearly mapped out in his mind as a heat map.
Because of Huang Qian's recent all-out offensive, the area behind their defenses was ridiculously empty.
After the initial shock, Cazorla keenly sensed the danger.
Atletico Madrid is about to launch a counter-attack!
Huang Qian's defense only has two players right now. If this ball is passed out, it will be absolutely fatal.
The thought of committing a tactical foul flashed through Cazorla's mind.
He didn't have time to think; instinctively, he turned to the side and delivered a flying tackle at Li Jing's feet.
This was an extremely dangerous tackle from the side and behind.
Li Jing's attention was initially focused on the passing lanes ahead, but he immediately became aware of the danger behind him.
If that tackle had landed squarely, even if it hadn't broken his leg, he would have been out of action for half a month.
Li Jing reacted almost instinctively, pushing off the ground with both feet and leaping lightly upwards, narrowly avoiding the spikes that Cazorla had revealed.
He then poked the ball forward with the same force.
Cazorla missed his tackle and crashed heavily onto the grass.
He breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, no one was hurt. He had really lost his mind in that moment.
But then, Cazorla's scalp exploded.
In an attempt to dodge the tackle, Li Jing lost his balance in mid-air and fell straight down towards him.
Li Jing landed right in front of Cazorla's right Achilles tendon, which was extremely fragile after several major surgeries!
If this behemoth were to actually step on it...
The Achilles tendon would definitely rupture on the spot!
This season, no, his entire career might be over!
The players on the field gasped, and many even instinctively closed their eyes.
That was too ruthless.
But at this critical moment...
Li Jing twisted his waist and abdomen in an extremely inhuman way in mid-air.
Relying on his terrifying core strength, he forcefully altered his body's trajectory while still in mid-air!
Li Jing's toe grazed Cazorla's Achilles tendon before slamming heavily onto the grass beside him.
A tragedy was averted.
As soon as Li Jing landed, his anger flared up immediately.
He turned and roared at Cazorla, who was lying on the ground.
"You fucking bastard, is this how you play football?!"
Li Jing walked over and stared down at Cazorla, his questioning tone extremely sharp.
The tension on the field was instantly ignited.
The players from both sides began to converge on this side.
Cazorla sat up from the ground, his face full of remorse.
He was indeed in a panic just now, and if Li Jing hadn't forcefully dodged, his right foot would probably be ruined by now.
Cazorla raised his head, his tone sincere:
"Sorry, bro, I just..."
He only managed to say half of his gratitude and apology.
Just when everyone thought the game was about to be interrupted, the referee was about to approach and draw cards, and everyone was about to surround him.
Li Jing suddenly turned around and braced himself on the grass with one hand.
Using the momentum of his body's bounce, he flicked his right foot with the outside of his foot!
The players on both sides were completely dumbfounded!
Wow, hurry up and send it!
Can you do this?
Even the referee looked exasperated!
But there's no way around it; these kinds of free kicks from the backfield, you have to take them quickly!
Moreover, despite such a egregious card-receiving action, the referee did not choose to blow the whistle!
The ball traced an extremely low and fast long pass arc in the air.
They located Falcao, who was roaming on the left side of the Huangqian defense line, with extremely high accuracy!
Cazorla's unfinished thank you got stuck in his throat and turned into a swear word.
"Holy crap! Is this how you do things?!"
Cazorla's defenses have been breached.
Who would be so kind as to take a free kick right when a fight is about to break out?!
Forward area.
Falco was also taken aback; he had just been about to turn back and try to break up the fight.
But the instant the football flew out.
He changed his course first.
His instincts as a top striker allowed him to control the ball with his chest.
Falcao was overjoyed as he watched the ball roll in front of him.
Then came the high-speed advance of the second half!
They were almost within three steps of the restricted area!
Faced with the retreat of Villarreal's center-back Zapata, this tiger's ferocity was completely ignited.
"Get out of my way!"
Falcao roared and forcefully pushed off with his right foot, creating half a body length of space.
Just outside the penalty area line, Falcao unleashed a powerful long-range shot with his right foot!
The ball slammed into the top right corner of the net with a tearing sound!
Goalkeeper Diego Lopez couldn't even finish his save attempt and could only look back at the ball in the net.
2: 0!
Falcao frantically tore at his jersey and charged toward the corner flag, roaring.
Cazorla stood near the Atlético Madrid goal line, watching the celebrating crowd in the distance.
The referee blew his whistle and pointed with one arm toward the center circle.
Goal stands!
Cazorla was so angry that he stomped his feet and was about to rush towards the referee to protest Atletico Madrid's quick free kick violation.
But the moment he looked up, he froze.
That figure that sent chills down his spine—Li Jing.
Sometime later, he had already rushed to the top of Huang Qian's penalty area and was jumping up to give Falcao a big high-five!
"Is this some kind of monster?!"
Cazorla felt a chill down his back.
He intercepted and slid in the backfield, got up after being tackled, quickly delivered a long pass, and was able to keep up at full speed on the counter-attack to prepare for a second shot.
Just what level of terrifying coverage area is this?!
Is this physical ability nuclear-powered?!
Atletico Madrid fans erupted in deafening cheers from the stands.
"It's so dirty! But it feels so good!"
"This is unbelievable! Even my own people were fooled by this guy!"
"I feel this scene deserves a spot in the top 100 of the most memorable moments in football history!"
"I haven't seen a game where the team is leading by two goals in less than ten minutes in ages!"
Atletico Madrid fans were completely swept up in a sea of jubilation.
……
The match has reached the 22th minute.
He Wei stared intently at the screen in the broadcasting room, his usually calm and steady commentary voice becoming extremely loud.
The two goals just now made what would have been a rather boring late-night match between a weak team much more exciting.
"Atletico Madrid's pressing completely disrupted the rhythm of the game!"
"Villarreal won't even get past the halfway line!"
The broadcast switched to the left side of midfield.
"He stole the ball! It's Li Jing again!"
He Wei slammed his fist on the table:
"He was just covering on the right flank, and now he's made a steal from Nilmar on the left flank!"
on the field.
Li Jing made a vicious sliding tackle on the left sideline, clearing the ball to Gabi's feet.
He didn't even brush off the grass clippings on his body before quickly getting up and thrusting forward.
Gabi understood immediately and delivered a through ball.
Diego Costa held off the Villarreal defender in the penalty area, choosing not to force a turn but instead passing the ball back to the edge of the penalty area.
Li Jing, who arrived on horseback, didn't pause or adjust at all.
He met the rolling ball with a powerful push from the instep of his right foot!
The ball skimmed along the grass, tracing an extremely tricky trajectory, and nestled into the bottom left corner of the goal!
3: 0!
He Wei stood up abruptly from the commentary chair and roared.
"3-0!! 3-0 in 22 minutes!!"
"Li Jing has scored twice in this match!"
"But that's not even the worst part, folks! This defensive midfielder's defensive coverage is just outrageous!"
The chat in the domestic live stream exploded at that moment.
"Holy crap! Is this some kind of teleportation cheat?"
"He was just tackled down the left wing, and the next second he's shooting a shot into the corner of the net from the edge of the box?"
"Director, quickly switch to the heatmap! I want to see if this kid's running distance is off the charts!"
The screen was filled with comments about the hot zone map.
In the broadcast studio, He Wei spoke rapidly:
"I know without even needing to cut the image, his heatmap tonight will be absolutely red and black! Huang Qian's technical team was completely overwhelmed by his relentless running back and forth, their organization was utterly useless!"
"Did they drink nuclear wastewater to achieve this level of physical fitness?"
He gave it a very high rating.
"This season, Atletico Madrid seems to have struck gold in their winter transfer window!"
The away team Villarreal's fan section.
Absolute silence has fallen over the place.
There was no thunderous drumbeat, no familiar team anthem, only the sound of cold wind blowing through the stands.
Fifteen-year-old Rodri slumped into the plastic chair, looking dejected.
He covered his face tightly with his hands, and tears uncontrollably seeped through his fingers.
When the first ball went in, he thought it was an accident.
When the second ball went in, he felt that the referee's failure to call a foul was a biased call.
But now for this third ball.
That Chinese player named Li Jing single-handedly dismantled Villarreal's once-proud midfield.
"I'd rather stay at school and do the physics exam Professor Anderson assigned..."
Rodri inwardly berated himself with bitterness and resentment.
"Why should I waste my savings from months of work on a ticket to Madrid to suffer like this?"
"Screw your football dream!"
Fuck you!
"..."
42 minutes before the end of the first half.
Huang Qian's defense completely collapsed under Li Jing's extremely oppressive and superhuman physical strength sweeping across the field.
I'm afraid of getting bumped when I hold the ball, and I'm afraid of getting intercepted when I pass it.
Villarreal's left-back Oriol made an extremely absurd and basic error in passing the ball while facing pressure from Juanfran in the backfield.
He intended to pass the ball back to the goalkeeper, but he didn't control his footwork well.
The ball rolled directly to Li Jing's feet near the center circle.
Li Jing receives the ball.
The tactical radar in the field of vision instantly locked onto a passing route that ran through the entire field.
There's absolutely no need to look up!
Li Jing's instep delivered a 30-meter over-the-top through ball, slicing through Huang Qian's last shred of dignity like a scalpel.
Diego Costa successfully broke the offside trap in the attacking third and faced off one-on-one with goalkeeper Diego Lopez who came out to challenge him.
Costa even had time to glance back at the linesman to make sure he hadn't raised his flag.
Then, he casually flicked his foot.
The ball rolled slowly into the empty net.
4: 0!
After the ball crossed the goal line, the referee checked his watch.
He didn't even give a second of added time, and blew the whistle to end the first half.
Faced with this yellow submarine that was about to be completely drowned, the referee chose to preserve their last bit of dignity.
on the field.
Cazorla braced himself against his knees with both hands, panting heavily.
Sweat streamed down his forehead, stinging his eyes.
He struggled to lift his head and looked at Li Jing, who was walking towards the players' tunnel.
That guy looked completely calm, and even his jersey was half the amount of sweat as the others.
A deep sense of powerlessness instantly enveloped Cazorla.
Before the match, he was thinking about leading the team to points and protecting the football dreams of 50,000 people in the small town during the relegation battle.
But now.
Cazorla's lofty belief in avoiding relegation was ruthlessly crushed by the glaring 4-0 scoreline.
【Ding! 】
[Key target detected: Santi Cazorla's mentality collapses, his belief in avoiding relegation is completely shattered!]
[All mission requirements have been met!]
[Violence Points +50000!]
Li Jing paused for a moment upon hearing the system notification in his mind.
Is it that simple?
The mission was completed halfway through?
How did I become the villain again?