The first tumor in football

"It has been nearly half a month since Atletico Madrid defeated Liverpool. In the first leg, Song Wen scored a world-class goal to end the game. In the second leg, Atletico Madrid showed their even more terrifying strength, defeating Liverpool 3-0, and finally advancing to the Champions League final with a total score of 4-0!"

"And today, they will face their final opponent, Bayern Munich!!"

In the live broadcast room, Fan Zhiyi seemed particularly excited.

Because he seemed to be about to witness history.

"In another semi-final match, the German giants Bayern Munich defeated Barcelona with outstanding performance and the advantage of visiting team goals!"

"I am really looking forward to today's game," Zhan Jun said excitedly, "This should be the first time the two teams meet, in the Champions League finals!!"

The noise from Wanda Metropolis was almost enough to blow the roof off.

In the ocean of red and white flags, a huge "Funeral Directors Association - Madrid Branch" TIFO slowly unfolded, with the pale number 17 against a black background, pointing directly to the dazzling Bayern red in the away team's stands.

The Spanish commentator screamed into the microphone: "There is no God here today, only Simeone's funeral team digging the grave!"

Below the live broadcast on German TV was a close-up of Lewandowski practicing his shooting the night before the final - he was wearing specially made weighted sneakers and rammed the ball deep into a billboard with the word "SONG" printed on it.

The opening whistle was drowned in a decibel storm.

Bayern's passing was like a precise Swiss clock, and every transfer by Thiago was greeted with aria-like cheers from away fans.

The camera swept across the VIP box, where Hoeness and Rummenigge were huddled together, tapping their knuckles on the armrests of the seats.

In the 11th minute, Coman beat Juanfran on the left and passed the ball back to Muller on the penalty spot! Countless Bavarian beer mugs were raised in front of the TV, but Godin's sliding tackle lifted the entire grass, and the ball hit his tense ankle and bounced towards the center circle. The Atletico Madrid diehards burst into applause like metal friction.

Lewandowski became a human punching bag for Savic and Godin. When the Pole was knocked to the ground for the third time, the camera captured him sticking his lips out to the referee, and his mouth shape was clearly "logging". Pique, a commentator for Spanish Channel 6, sneered in the live broadcast booth: "Bayern thinks this is the Bundesliga? Welcome to the La Liga meat grinder factory!"

The turning point came suddenly in the dead silence.

In the 32nd minute, when Koke intercepted the ball in the midfield, in the VIP box of Allianz, the ashes of the cigar in the hand of Bayern chairman Herbert Hainer fell down - in the camera, Song Wenzhen used his toes to stop the ball in the gap between Kimmich and Goretzka, and the movement was as lazy as picking up shells on the beach.

Then he flicked the ball with the outside of his left foot, and the ball tore through two lines of defense and found Griezmann! Thirty thousand mobile phones in the stands were raised at the same time, and the Frenchman kicked the ball to the far corner before Sule could make a tackle. Neuer's body stretched out in the air like a "big" character, and his fingertips brushed the bottom edge of the ball - the next second, the Atletico fans behind the visiting team's goal exploded like fireworks, and Koke's jersey collar line was completely torn apart when he ran wildly.

The half-time whistle blew and beer from the south stand splashed into the air, with foam mixed with sweat falling onto the security guard's bald head.

At the entrance of the visiting team's locker room, Flick kicked away a half-bottle of water, splashing the photographer's lens.

Second half of the game.

Oblak's long clearance pierced Bayern's boiling noise, and time froze in the last second of injury time at the Wanda Metropolitano.

The ball struggled in the air, crossing the humid night sky, its trajectory shaky, as if it would fall into the impenetrable stranglehold of Bayern's midfield at any time.

However, a flash of red and white lightning appeared at the landing point, tearing through the dullness! It was Song Wen!
He appeared like a ghost in the path of the falling football and lightly cushioned it with his left knee, which was covered with half a cracked shin guard - as precise as walking a tightrope on a cliff.

The ball slid gently along the curve of his body, and when it was just millimeters away from the grass, the outside of his left foot wrapped in the broken protective plate was already stretched as tight as a bow!
"boom--!"

The dull thud of the ball cutting through all the noise.

Time seemed to collapse suddenly, and tens of thousands of eyes were instantly frozen at the moment when Song Wen swung his leg - the moment his instep touched the ball, the grain of grass that had been embedded in the gap of the shin guard was suddenly thrown into the void due to the huge force!

The football turned into an electromagnetic cannon, carrying a piercing scream and piercing the sky! It drew an incomprehensible anti-physics arc in the desperate pupils of Bayern players, surpassing the human wall and piercing Neuer's five fingers stretched to the limit! The shot seemed to be wrapped in the iron will of the entire season, and the white waves raised when it hit the dead corner of the goal became the only recognizable color in the whole of Madrid tonight!

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL-!!!!!!"

Zhan Jun's roar completely split his throat, and the ceiling of Wanda Metropolis trembled in the explosion of sound waves.

Fan Zhiyi's fist hit the commentary desk, and sawdust flew everywhere: "Song Wen! The final kill! The godslayer kills gods!!" He pointed at the close-up of Song Wen's cracked shin guards on the broadcast screen, and was so excited that he spoke incoherently: "See! That crack! That's the plow digging Bayern's grave!"

Savage rushed towards Song Wen like a madly running rhinoceros, crashing into the flagpole. He was the first to pounce on Song Wen, and sweat, mud and tears exploded on the two of them!

In the VIP box, the remains of the plastic cup in Hennes' hand had already fallen. He stared with a pale face at the figure of No. 17 on the field with his arms outstretched like a king. The blood that oozed from the plastic that pierced his palm dyed the expensive crimson tie red.

Flick slumped in the coaching seat, the tactics board lying alone on the ground, his glasses crooked, the last light in his eyes extinguished - that lore-winning kick shattered the backbone of the entire Bundesliga giant.

The center of Madrid was shattered!
Countless beer glasses were smashed into pieces and covered the sidewalks, a crazy dancing figure on the top of the bus shattered the windshield, and the sirens were the highest accompaniment to this epic victory.

And Atletico Madrid lifted their Champions League trophy! ——
"Dear viewers before the live broadcast, you are now watching the 2018 Russia World Cup!"

"The person standing in front of you is player number seventeen, Song Wen."

"With the referee's whistle, the game begins!"

"Song Wen, this 17-year-old boy, is making his final push towards the final World Cup trophy!!"

“Perhaps no one believes that this young man can make it this far, but the fact is that he has already conquered the land under his feet!”

"I believe that he will write new legends one after another, and now - let the ball fly freely for a while..."

2018年7月15日。英格兰国家队在周礼的带领下，4：1击败法国队，捧起了大力神杯。

Afterwards, Song Wen began his dominance in football.

From 2018 to 2038, in his 20-year professional career, he won all the championships today and created an unprecedented football myth.
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Complete book.

Football is a romantic and long journey. I hope Song Wen can reach the highest peak. (End of this chapter)