When playing football, you should call it GOAT.

Chapter 14 If I went into battle with a gun, I would take down Cech (Please read on!)
Kagi's gaze pierced through the surging crowd in the stands, his eyes like a camera lens, automatically focusing on the most conspicuous young player on the field.

He arrived in Rennes the day before yesterday.

Upon landing, he immediately called Wenger to inform him that he had a new target and needed to observe for a period of time.

"It definitely needs to be observed."

After hearing Roy's stats from the two games, the professor's voice became a few degrees louder.

“From now on, I’ll keep my eyes glued to him. If he really is another eighteen-year-old Henry, we can’t miss him,” Cagigo said.

"In the world of football, no one is really another person, Francis."

"Are you saying they're comparing him to Thierry? Thierry scored twenty goals in five seasons at Monaco, in a total of 105 games."

The sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette came from the other end of the phone.

“What I want to hear is, what’s his name when he’s eighteen? Roy. And then you tell me, we absolutely can’t miss him.”

Kajigao's travel expenses were subsequently approved.

Aside from the transfer fee payment process, Arsenal's efficiency is among the highest in all of Europe.

After the match started, Kajigao was convinced that he had made the right choice.

If a scout's keen eye is like discovering stars in the chaos...

At that moment, Kajigao's viewing experience was like that of Sun Liancheng holding a telescope.

His terrifying natural talent goes without saying; his footwork is flexible and varied the moment he touches the ball, and he shortens his stride instantly after receiving the ball to ensure ball control stability.

It allows you to adjust your center of gravity during high-speed sprints, avoiding over-reliance on straight-line breakthroughs.

Even while sprinting, he can still use his peripheral vision to track his teammates' movements and calmly make the decision to pass the ball.

His shot selection was exceptionally calm, steady, accurate, and ruthless.

The reason they didn't score was because the opposing goalkeeper was also putting on a show, and even more outrageous one at that.

"Roy received Giuly's pass and tried to pass it forward to Pulso, but the Croatian was surrounded and his pass back to Giuly was blocked."

Roy had no choice but to do it himself.

He started his high-speed run with the ball, facing Rennes defender Lamin Diata directly. As the distance between them rapidly closed, he suddenly stopped with the ball of his right foot and shifted his weight backward.

Lamin dared not make a move rashly and also stopped abruptly.

But Roy quickly flicked the ball with the outside of his left foot to change direction, and in a flash, he started again, dribbling past Lamin's right side.

"A beautiful sudden stop and change of direction; so far, almost no Rennes player has been able to mark Roy one-on-one!"

He then faced a dense defensive line in front of the penalty area, but the Rennes defenders did not rush to intercept him; they simply stood their ground.

Roy was unsure how to make a decision.

Lamin followed closely behind, becoming Roy's target for venting his anger. Roy flicked the ball through Lamin's legs with his right foot, cut inside laterally, and swept past him.

"Beep~"

The referee blows the whistle.

Roy was brought down by Lamin five yards outside the penalty area.

Monaco are awarded a free kick in the attacking third.

Giuly takes the free kick.

Instead of shooting directly at the goal, he lobbed the ball into the penalty area to find Pulso.

Pulso leaped high above the Rennes defender.

"Pulso! A header!"

A powerful shot slammed into the area in front of the goal line.

It was fast and powerful, bouncing off the ground and deflecting towards the goal, but in low air, it was caught by a pair of large, gloved hands with a single palm.

"Chaos erupts in the penalty area; the ball wasn't cleared completely, Rothen!"

Luo Teng emerged from the crowd with the agility of a fish, his immense core strength propelling him to leap from the spot and soar to the top.

The ball, flying at an angle, was deflected in mid-air and shot towards the net like a billiard ball that had been hit by a smash.

Having just made a save, Cech, whose body was not yet fully extended, twisted his body and jumped halfway up, striking the ball with both hands as if cupping the moon.

Deschamps watched from the sidelines as this series of attacks was thwarted.

Poker face.

But his heart, which had experienced so many ups and downs, was pounding in his chest.

The ball, cleared from the penalty area, is still not out of danger; the previous scramble had broken up Rennes' overall defense.

Max, who had made a run into the box, unleashed a low, powerful shot.

The ball deflected slightly off Rennes defender Frederick's ankle, but the force remained undiminished.

"what!"

Max suddenly sank down, clutching his head and roaring.

The ball was pinned to the goal line a second before it crossed the border, then Čech caught it in his arms, and a second later he stood up to examine it with the ball.

Play the ball calmly.

Monaco had one last chance to shoot before the end of the first half.

Rothen slipped into the penalty area, received a backheel pass from Roy, and curled a left-footed shot into the top right corner.

Cech moved ahead of time, anticipating the ball's trajectory.

He leaped forward and touched the ball with his fingertips, but it struck the crossbar and bounced out. It was his mistake, and also Monaco's closest chance to score.

"If I could bring a gun into the game, I would definitely shoot him!"

Rothen, who was usually cynical, now had a ferocious expression.

He truly expressed the sentiments of the Monaco players.

Halftime score: 0-0
The players walked in one after another.

A heavy silence filled the dressing room in Monaco.

Shabani-Nonda sat in the corner, but everyone could hear the cold snort coming from his nose.

"The coach is right, young people have drive. Young people need opportunities, after all, we're playing a friendly match, right?"

He didn't look at Roy, but his speech was clear and purposeful, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Roy, who had been silent and expressionless, turned cold upon hearing this.

He didn't hold back at all and immediately retorted, "Nongda, your mouth is much faster than your feet!"

"If you were on the field in the first half, I would have brought Petr Cech a reclining chair!"

"What the hell did you say?" Shabani roared in fury.

The temperature in the locker room seemed to drop by two degrees.

Juli, who was chugging water, suddenly slammed the bottle against the wall and yelled, "Those bastards in Rennes poured a ton of water on the grass! It's so wet you could raise eels on it!"

The shrewd man promptly shifted the conflict to his opponents, attempting to ease internal tensions.

The climate of Monaco, with its Mediterranean climate, is vastly different from that of Brittany.

Rennes' decision to go to the grass to water the pitch is indeed an effective off-field strategy.

He then winked at Roy as he passed by.

He walked up to Shabani, pretended to pick something up, and whispered:
"That kid is indeed bad, but back in Rennes, weren't you also called 'Mr. Airball'?"

Shabani rolled his eyes, but his shoulders relaxed a little.

Roy heard this, but he didn't say anything more and understood what Giuly meant.

At that moment, Deschamps walked in and lingered outside the locker room for a while, listening to everything clearly.

"Is it fun, gentlemen?" He squinted.

"Should we call in the sports reporters and let them see how these star players are arguing?"

The locker room is ten times harder to manage than the basketball court.

As he thought this, his expression grew increasingly cold and stern, and his tone left no room for doubt.

"Are we behind right now? Should I explain the rules of football to you? From now on, if we score a goal and prevent the opponent from scoring, we can win this game, understand?"

"Either we win together, or we'll both be laughed to death by Rennes fans. Choose!"

Before the players left the locker room, he reached out and blocked Roy from leaving.

This time, he didn't give Roy a friendly look.

"In forty-five minutes, I'll either see you guys assisting each other, or I'll see you sitting on the bench watching the U18 kids play!"

Roy took a deep breath and forced a smile a few seconds later.

"If I'm on the court, I'll always remember that I owe the team three points."

The ruthless, teeth-gritting glint that Deschamps had previously recognized has returned.

The two sides switch sides.

The game starts again.

Monaco continued to control the game.

In the 49th minute of the match, Rennes intercepted the ball and launched a counter-attack.

Cyril-Geschan delivered a long-range through ball that pierced Monaco's defense. Fortunately, striker Olivier Monterubio took an extra step in front of the penalty area, allowing Coubillier to disrupt his balance.

A powerful shot slid across the goal.

"I retract my comment about Rennes' defense being called 'butter' in the first half and apologize to their fans!"

Canal+ commentary:
"The Rennes people once used butter to rebel against the king's tyranny, and so did the Rennes players. Their butter contained steel and weapons, especially goalkeeper Cech, whose performance was like having the Alps in front of the goal. Monaco survived a difficult first half, and even though they dominated the game, the score remained unchanged."

This refers to the Rennes riots of 1675, when Louis XIV imposed heavy taxes on Brittany, especially on salt and butter. Local residents threw barrels of butter at tax collectors, symbolizing "fighting tyranny with butter."

Every September thereafter, Rennes hosts the "Butter Festival" to relive this "sweetest rebellion."

Roy fully recognized his shortcomings during this match.

His breakthroughs are almost effortless when there is space, but he severely lacks the "battering ram skill" when the opponent sets up a tight defense.

In the second half, he dared not hold onto the ball for long, trying his best to handle it in the most reasonable way and help the team score goals.

Because Deschamps is likely to substitute him with Shabani.

He is now fighting in Ligue 1 in order to unlock Mbappe's peak talent after winning the title.

But at this point, he wanted the talent of a German player who had previously played briefly for Monaco.

Oliver Bierhoff.

I'll update two chapters first! I haven't updated for a day and have some free time. There will be two more chapters at midnight, and from now on, I'll update two chapters every midnight.

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