The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 136: Stunning Moon Stepping! The Ultimate Talent Breaks Through the Iron Defense Line 2
"This European Championship has seen a surge in talent. In the first round of the group stage, the Dutchman Williams, 18 years and 71 days old, broke the record for the youngest appearance in the European Championship, held by Belgian legend Enzo Scifo in 1984. Shortly after, the 17-year-old French winger Gaio broke the record again."

"Every team has left behind unforgettable young players. These young faces are likely to become regulars or even core members of their national teams in the future."

"Players like 24-year-old Portuguese goalkeeper Patricio, 22-year-old Ukrainian striker Yarmolenko, 23-year-old German midfielder Reus, 21-year-old English striker Danny Welbeck, and 23-year-old Spanish full-back Jordi Alba all performed exceptionally well in the group stage. Some of them have even shown superstar potential in the knockout stages."

"Of course, the player who impressed the fans the most was 17-year-old French winger Yann Gaio."

"I played twice in the group stage, once as a substitute against England, once as a starter, scoring one goal and providing one assist. I also started in this knockout match against Italy."

"However, in the first half, Gaio didn't have many chances due to Italy's impenetrable defense."

The commentary came from the TV.

In the clinking glasses, the anise liquor reflected the broadcast images.

Blue and white colors intertwined.

The repeated sprints and fights caused exclamations in the tavern.

of course,

There are also old fans of Sunset Cafe, who are indignant for Gaio -

"Isn't it because Gaio doesn't have many opportunities? It's obvious that there are not many people in the French team who are worthy of playing with Gaio!"

"The French team is getting worse and worse. I wonder if there will be some strong young players in the future. Otherwise, I am worried that Gaio will be delayed."

"Gaio's ability to hold the ball is clearly unmatched on the team, but unfortunately, no one can help him share the burden, resulting in most of the opponent's defensive efforts being on Gaio's side."

"It's getting worse and worse. After the era of Zidane and Deschamps, the French team has sunk. It's us who are still living in the past."

Snapped!
The wine glass was placed heavily on the table. "Bertrand, pour the wine!"

Bertrand rushed to the table with the jug and filled the glasses.

"Mex's embarrassing foul! He received France's third yellow card of the game! Balotelli's impact was too strong, and Italy won a free kick about four meters outside the penalty area, and the French team fell into foul trouble."

The commentary continued to be heard on TV.

The fans in the pub all looked unhappy.

"Bertrand, check out, see you in the new Super Cup season." A fan put his glass aside, staggered to Bertrand, and wanted to give him the money.

It seemed as if he didn't want to watch any more.

"Martin, you rest in the back for a while. Don't worry about paying the bill. You're drunk."

"What are you going to score? No! No, Italy can't score!"

Bertrand shook his head, called on the surrounding fans, and sent Martin to the back locker room together.

"We pay taxes just to watch this?! Go to hell! Go home!"

"Enough of the farce, let's go home!"

"It's like playing in amateur youth league!"

When Bertrand went to the back room, he heard the insults coming from the tavern.

Martin closed his eyes and continued to mutter unconsciously, "They are all garbage, garbage that delays Gaio."

Bertrand left the room.

The atmosphere in the pub was not very good, with most of the fans cursing and shaking their heads.

He frowned and looked at the TV screen. The score had become 2-0.

Italy scores again.

The broadcast screen was still replaying the scene just now.

Pirlo took the free kick to the far post and Chiellini headed the ball into the goal.

Many people have put down their glasses and want to pay the bill and go home.

73rd minute, Italy 2-0 France.

Make them lose the desire to continue watching.

but,

As the Italians were celebrating wildly, the referee blew the whistle and raised his right hand, indicating offside.

The linesman also raised the flag.

"Right!! Offside!!!"

“There’s still a chance!!”

moment,

The mood in the pub has improved, with a feeling of surviving a disaster.

Even though they knew that there might not be another miracle tonight.

But deep down, I still long for a glimmer of hope.

He said he didn't want to watch it anymore and went home, but his butt didn't move and his eyes were still fixed on the TV screen. This is what a football fan is.

“Cazzo!!”

Chiellini was still muttering to himself as he passed by Gaio, he didn't think it was offside.

But the referee blew the whistle.

Gaio wiped the sweat from his face. He had been trying hard to connect the frontcourt during the past period of time.

But it’s still the same old problem, teammates can’t hold the ball.

Giroud's retreat is obviously not as good as Benzema's. He is more suitable for fighting with the opponent's defenders in the penalty area and creating space for the wingers.

Whenever Gaio moves, three people will defend him.

Even if he was cruising towards the middle, he would be targeted without the interference of other teammates.

On Franck Ribery's left, he barely managed to cross the ball from the bottom, but that was all.

Italy defended Ribery's cut-in and let him pass the ball from the bottom.

"call!"

Gaio exhaled sharply.

He needs a chance!
even once!
Blanco quickly made personnel adjustments after the dead ball, replacing the aging Diarra with Matuidi.

Let Matuidi cooperate with Cabaye, at least he can send the ball to the frontcourt from midfield!

pity.

This substitution only strengthened the defense. At least Matuidi can run and stick to Pirlo.

Italy's attacks were intercepted by the French team again and again.

But time is passing by every second.

Italy makes a change of players.

Prandelli replaced De Rossi with Nocerino and Cassano with Motta.

This is to strengthen the defense.

Prandelli saw that the time on the field had exceeded 80 minutes, and planned to gradually tighten the defense and hold out for the final period.

He wins!

81:323334
Deschamps looked at the time on the scoreboard, smiled wryly and said to Zidane, "I may have to replace at least half of the players in the next World Cup qualifiers."

Zidane nodded slightly without saying much.

At this time, he, like those silent French fans, was gradually losing hope and longing for a miracle.

He looked at Gaio.

Somehow, Zidane had a gut feeling that Gaio would become a French hero.

He once again looked at the Bastia fans opposite.

The white "Gueho" keeps surging.

Like ripples on the sea water caused by the Mediterranean evening breeze, they spread out in circles and gently lap the beach.

"Fight! France!"

"Fight! Gio!"

Modoso's voice was a little hoarse, and he had finished singing all the cheering songs he had prepared.

Until now,
They only have the simplest slogans - no melody, no rhythm, only a passion for football!
"Fight! Gio!"

Their voices were hoarse and they could no longer make their voices heard in front of the Italians who were celebrating their upcoming promotion.

But they are still shouting.

Mbappé had a blank expression.

Like a sculpture.

Only the movement of his eyes fixed on the football on the field proved that he was not a sculpture.

Giles and the others had similar expressions.

Only little Etang does not yet understand the emotions of his father and brothers.

He still doesn't understand what the European Cup, held every four years, is.

In his eyes, it was just a ball game.

There are football games every month or even every week.

But Etang's curious eyes kept turning, and he looked at everyone around him with the same expression.

Something in his heart was touched.

"Killian"

Little Etang pulled at Mbappé's jersey.

Mbappé looked down at his younger brother, who was not very old, with his little head held high. "We will definitely win!"

Mbappé smiled, rubbed Etang's little head, and did not answer him.

Turning to look at the court.

Will it win?
Maybe
When do you feel that time is so fast and so fleeting?
Do you long to press the pause button and pause for just one second?

Is it the moment before the shutter clicks at a graduation ceremony? Is it the last golden edge of the sun sinking into the horizon? Or is it the final chorus of the platform announcement urging a lover to turn around?

Do not,
neither.

This is the time on the scoreboard in the eyes of French fans.

88:2627
With every second that passed, their mood became lower.

France bench.

Benzema sneered with disdain as he watched the French team about to be eliminated and Blanc about to usher in his last moment with the French team.

Benzema couldn't help it.

So what if we abandon him?

What about banning Nasri and Ben Arfa?
Without them, who can support the French team?

Is it the big, dumb guy who's 25 and still playing for a mid-to-low-tier French Ligue 1 team? Or is it the skinny kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet?
right now,

Isn’t it time to go home?
In the stands, Italian fans began to get excited and urged the referee to blow the final whistle.

The emotional French fans, especially the female fans, had tears in their eyes at this time.

Courtside.

The fourth official raised the card for two minutes of added time.

The French players on the field could already feel a sense of despair spreading.

The Italian defense line was like a wall, blocking all their hopes.

Gaio rolled over on the ground.

He hit the grass and immediately got up. The linesman next to him waved his flag to indicate that the French team had possession of the ball.

Just now, Chiellini knocked down both the player and the ball.

"Geo! Come on!!"

"Geo!!"

In the stands behind the linesman, French fans punched Gaio and shouted his name - even though their eyes were red.

The French team has no way out!

Almost all the players, except for the central defender, have arrived in the Italian half.

The French team threw the ball out from the sideline.

After receiving the ball, Cabaye did not give it to Gaio, but instead pushed the ball forward towards the middle.

Italy plays catenaccio and follows up quickly.

It was like a net, firmly holding back the French team's attack.

The French team's attack is trying to break free from the cage!
Bang!
Cabaye was closely followed by Montolivo, and he passed the ball to Matuidi.

Matuidi is new and has good physical fitness.

Quickly advance.

Giroud stretched the space horizontally, trying to find an open space.

Italy's defense line began to move at this moment.

Gaio on the right wing could already feel the burning in his lungs, a sign of a serious decline in his physical condition. But he saw an opportunity!
"Donne-moi!"

He kicked the ground and ran back, yelling, Give it to me!

Matuidi had been paying attention to Gaio's position for a long time. Since he and Gaio connected during the match against Ukraine, the relationship between them has been good.

At the moment Gaio shouted.

Matuidi made an overhead pass, but he couldn't pass it through.

He was afraid that the message wouldn't get through.

This over-the-top pass was a bit too deep for Gaio to receive, but he knew it was a good thing that Matuidi could pass the ball.

Gaio didn't hesitate.

Taking advantage of the moment when Chiellini turned around, he kicked off violently and jumped up!

Arrive at the landing point of the football half a body length in advance.

Chiellini did not dare to make any random moves in the penalty area, but he still gave Gaio enough physical confrontation. In the previous process of defending Gaio, he already knew that Gaio's confrontation ability was average.

however,
This time, he got close to Gaio but failed to knock him down.

Gaio stumbled.

It looked like he was about to lose the ball.

Wow!

The next moment, all the fans in the stadium exclaimed. Although Gaio did not fall to the ground after the confrontation with Chiellini.

But the center of gravity is obviously unstable.

But Gaio used his left foot to hook back!
Pick the ball back!

Chiellini's center of gravity was rushing towards the baseline, and his overall frame was not adjusted as quickly as Gaio's.

Gaio twisted his body and pulled Chiellini to use the force to turn around quickly and take the ball away.

Immediately pull it horizontally!
Wow!

This time, the whole audience exclaimed again!

A lob pass!!
Chiellini realized something was wrong and quickly turned around and rushed towards Gaio. Bonucci was originally defending Giroud and quickly filled the position.

now,

Gaio was like the bright moon in the dark night, attracting everyone's attention.

"Gaio."

The French fans were whispering softly, with hope in their eyes and their hands raised nervously.

They didn't cry out.

They were worried about the impact on Gaio.

Their eyes followed Gaio's every move and dribble, and their hearts seemed to become the football under Gaio's feet, rolling back and forth.

Gulu.

The Sunset Cafe and Tavern suddenly fell into a dead silence, and the sound of someone swallowing their saliva could be clearly heard.

Fiery hope ignited in everyone's eyes!

Gaio,

Gaio!

Gaio!!!

Everyone's heart is shouting this name.

Bonucci blocked Gaio head-on, Chiellini chased after him, and Montolivo, who was returning to defense, also rushed towards Gaio.

Not only the French fans have their hearts set on Gaio.

The Italians also became nervous.

Buffon stared at Gaio's steps.

拨，
Bonucci's kick missed.
With another dribble and a push, the football passed through Bonucci's crotch, which was wide open after he stretched out his leg.

Gio pulled Bonucci to gain advantage and rushed forward quickly.

Buffon has struck.

Bonucci pulled Gaio hard with his hand and stepped in front of Gaio again, trying to stop him.

Gaio's steps were extremely fast.

He dodged Bonucci's kick, but was still brought to his feet and tripped.

Bonucci sensed that Gaio was about to fall to the ground.

Let go immediately.

He knew that Gaio was trying to get a penalty!
Gaio fell to the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner. He was over 1.8 meters tall and had a high center of gravity. It would be difficult for him to get up after falling down.

But Buffon is out!
"Geo!"

The French fans felt their hearts tighten as if being gripped by a big hand, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.

No one cared about the passage of time 91:282930 on the scoreboard.

The fans were completely focused on Gaio.

Buffon took aim at the ball and pounced.

As Gaio fell to the ground, he used his hands to support the ground, and in this extremely awkward posture, he kicked the football with his left foot.

Buffon instantly felt something was wrong!

But he had already pounced out and couldn't stop his body. After knocking the ball out, Gaio propped himself up and was half-standing up.

Before Barzagli made a flying tackle, he staggered two steps and pushed with his left foot.

The football that represents France's hope crossed the goal line!

Even though Balzaretti ran all the way, he slid and knocked the ball out of the net.

But, the ball has already gone in!
Boom! !
The moment the football entered the net, all the fans of the French team felt a loud bang in their heads, as if thunder had exploded!
A surge of passion and inspiration instantly rushed to the sky!
Scalp tingling!

Absolutely flat!

Gaio equalizes!!
"Roar!!" At this moment, there were no words in their minds, only the purest roar.

The most intense roar!

I used up all my strength!
Only in this way can they vent the emotions that have been pent up throughout the whole day, and only in this way can they feel more comfortable.

boom! !

The Kyiv Olympic Stadium exploded!

The roar went straight into the night sky!
The moment Gaio saw the goal, his blood boiled and he stood up.

I heard the referee's whistle and saw the referee's gestures.

The goal is valid!

“C’est moi!!”

“C’est moi!!!”

Gaio roared and rushed directly to the Bastia fans' stand. During the sprint, he took off his jersey and threw it aside.

His eyes also became moist.

He celebrated by pumping his fist vigorously.

Shouting with all my might, "C'est moi!!"

The teammates behind him roared and rushed over, surrounding Gaio, "Gaio!"

Bastia's fans, at this moment, shouted "Geo!!!"

Even though their voices were severely hoarse, they shouted desperately.

Throwing punches vigorously.

The white "Gueho" characters, at this moment, were shaking in the stands like flames!

Burning hot!!
"BUT! BUT! BUT!!! Gaio!! Gaio scored in the 92nd minute!! Incredible! Absolutely incredible!! He became the hero of the French team! He is the Napoleon of Corsica!! He gave the French team hope to continue to advance!! Gaio!!"

Snapped!
Snap! !
As the exaggerated voice of TF1 commentator played on TV, the sound of wine glasses smashing on the ground suddenly rang out in Sunset Cafe Bar.

The aroma of anise liquor fills the entire tavern!
Everyone went crazy!
Including Bertrand, they all joined in the madness, no one caring about the mess on the ground. They just needed to vent the emotions that had been suppressed throughout the whole scene -

"Geo!!"

"He is a god! The god of Bastia! The god of the French team!!"

"Gaio!! After this match, he will be the core of the French team!! The star of France makes his grand appearance!!!"

Bang, bang!

Some fans even rushed into the back room and slapped Martin, who was sleeping soundly, in the face. "Martin! Still sleeping! Get up! It's tied! We're tied!! We haven't lost yet!!!"

Martin suddenly opened his eyes, "What?! We won?! We won!!!"

He instantly jumped out of bed, raised his arms and shouted, "Long live France!!"

“La France!!”

At the Kyiv Olympic Stadium, fans cheered wildly and shouted Gaio's name.

They didn't win.

But they didn't lose the game and didn't go home. Their excitement was more about finding a channel to vent the emotions that had been suppressed throughout the game.

The fans in the stands are like this,

The same was true for Blanco on the sidelines.

The moment he saw the referee signal that the goal was valid, he punched hard and shouted Gaio's name.

Hug the teaching assistants.

At this moment, everyone's reaction was the same, all of them were celebrating.

Mbappé hugged Etang and celebrated wildly, "Yes, Etang, you are right, we will definitely win! We must believe in Gaio! He scored! He scored again! This is his third goal in the European Cup! He has a good chance of becoming the Golden Boot of this European Cup! Yes, I should be like you, believe in him, believe in the French team, oh, Etang, we will win"

Etang has become accustomed to Mbappe's machine gun-like speaking speed.

He usually only listens to Mbappé's last word.

Then repeat, "Yes Killian, we will win."

Gaio was surrounded by French players and could no longer be seen.

But his figure is already engraved in the hearts of every French person at this moment.

Zidane, Deshanna, Legereira and others all stood up and applauded Gaio.

They hugged each other with smiles in their eyes. "This goal is the hope of this game and the hope of the French team."

Hell is only a minute away from France.

But Gaio used this minute to bring France back to the world.

They still have a chance!

The shock of the French was accompanied by the silence of the Italians.

Only ten more seconds at most!

They win!
But somehow, Gaio managed to control the ball and score the goal even though he staggered and lost his balance!
The Italian held his head, looking puzzled.

why?
The sound of "Cazzo" rang out one after another in the stands.

“Cazzo!!”

Prandelli cursed angrily on the sidelines and kept punching to vent his anger.

He never thought that they would win so soon!

But the result was a draw!

Once entering overtime, there will be more variables!

The Italian players also looked a little disappointed, they are still in shock.

How did Gaio score the goal alone?
Chiellini and Bonucci looked at each other and smiled bitterly, they were slipped away by Gaio.

Pirlo looked calm.

He clapped his hands and shouted, "We still have the advantage! Try harder in overtime!"

After all, Pirlo is someone who has experienced big scenes, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong with being equalized.

He once said, "After the defeat in Istanbul, I thought about retiring because the defeat in the 2005 Champions League final made everything seem meaningless."

"After the game, we were like a group of tortured people in the locker room. We couldn't speak, we couldn't move, we were completely broken mentally by the opponent. It was a serious injury for us, and it got worse as time went on.

Insomnia, anger, depression, emptiness, and other emotions are intertwined. It can even be said that we are suffering from a new disease: Istanbul Syndrome."

"It was a devastating blow to my life, and even worse, to my life as a man."

And now, they were just tied.

There's overtime!
As Pirlo walked towards the center circle, he turned his head to look at Gaio, who was putting on his jersey and receiving a yellow card from the referee.

I thought of Marotta's words -

"That's a player who can change Juventus."

Today, my book has made it into the top ten in the sports category on both the bestseller and monthly ticket lists. Hahahaha, I never imagined this day would come before I wrote this book. You guys are amazing! Thank you for your support!!
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