When playing football, you should call it GOAT.

Chapter 56: Narrative from the Perspective of Family Members (Please Read On!)
April 30, Stade de France.

France vs. Egypt: Player introduction ceremony before the match.

The lights in the stadium dimmed abruptly, spotlights swept across the stands, and the noise gradually subsided.

The DJ's deep, resonant voice, with its electric quality, echoed through the dome of the Stade de France.

"ladies and gentlemen--"

A deafening roar erupted from the audience.

"Welcome—the Blue-Clad Legion!"

The drumbeats exploded like thunder.

"Number 1—Fabian Barthez, the guardian of France's last line of defense!!"

Countless arms instantly rose in the stands, and the cheers were deafening.

Roy's mother, Chen Lan, was startled by the sudden cheers from the stands and covered her ears. Romy giggled and waved his arms like the audience.

"Number 3 - Vicente Lizarazu!!"

After watching some football programs, Luo Wen, who considered himself an expert on penalties, leaned close to his mother's ear and said, "This uncle beat up Germany's best player, and his German teammates even helped him pay the fine!"

"Number 8—Marcel Desailly!!"

A rhythmic "thump! thump!" of stomping feet echoed from the stands.

Romi was startled by the shaking of the seat, then grabbed her mother's sleeve and laughed.

"Number 5—William Gallas!!"

"Number 19—Willie Sagnol!!"

Rowan anxiously counted on his fingers: "There are already four defenders, they're almost at midfield!"

"Number 18—Jerome Pedretti!!"

"Number 6—Olivier Dacour!!"

Rowan's voice trembled: "Next is Pires, then Wiltord, then..."

"Number 7—Robert Pires!!"

The entire stadium looked like a castle struck by lightning, and more than 30,000 spectators were instantly thrown from their seats!
Romi was so shocked by the sound that she shrank into her mother's arms, while Rowan stood on the chair.
"Number 14—Sylvain Wiltord!!"

Rowan dug his fingers into his palm: "The next one! The next one definitely will be! My brother isn't as big a star as Henry!"

An eerie silence fell over the entire venue, even the DJ paused for three seconds.

The DJ's voice suddenly rang out, almost a scream:

"Number 12—"

The more than 30,000 people present today took a collective breath, followed by an even more enthusiastic cheer.

Rowan screamed, "No! My brother is number 11!!"

Henry smiled and raised his arm to wave to the stands, which instantly erupted in cheers.

"Thirry Henry!!!"

Luo Wen was almost in tears: "Then, what about my brother?!"

The DJ paused mysteriously:
"as well as--"

The drumbeats grew increasingly rapid.

"Number 11—"

Luo Wen grabbed his sister's hand.

Chen Lan stood up unconsciously.

"Roy—!!!"

When his name was called, Roy smiled calmly, neither arrogant nor timid.

He raised his hand and waved casually toward the stands, the movement as fluid as brushing a fallen leaf off his shoulder.

His gaze swept across the audience, and for a moment it seemed to meet the eyes of a loved one, making his smile deepen.

The entire stadium trembled with the roar. In the stands, Chen Lan finally couldn't hold back her tears. Luo Wen shouted his brother's name with all his might. Luo Mi was infected by the atmosphere and waved her little hand like the people around her, her eyes shining brightly.

On the field, in the French team's formation, Desailly shrugged at Gallas:

"This kid's popularity is almost catching up with Zidane's."

Roy's popularity is partly due to the fact that he is currently the most watched star in Ligue 1.

High up in the stadium stands, young Mbappe sat beside his parents, secretly wearing the jersey Roy had given him over his T-shirt.

The match had only been going on for a little over a minute.

After several passes in the French midfield and backfield, Lizarazu suddenly made a forward pass.

Commentator Jean-Pierre Dubois exclaimed excitedly:
"Roy! His vision and speed were on full display from his very first touch! His one-two with Pires was flawless! Look at this run-up—Henry passes back, Roy controls the ball, a feint! The defenders were completely fooled!"

Henry drew two defenders in front of the penalty area, then flicked the ball back with his heel to Roy!

Roy controlled the ball at the edge of the penalty area, feinted with his right foot, and leaned his body weight to the left. The Egyptian defenders were on high alert and dared not make a move!

Roy caught a glimpse of Pires speeding up from the left and gently nudged him with his right foot.

Pires unleashed a powerful shot, but Egyptian goalkeeper Haddari made a diving save, barely tipping the ball out of bounds with his fingertips!
Commentator Patrice Kolson:
"So calm! 18-year-old Roy reads the game like a seasoned veteran in front of the penalty area! The timing of the pass was perfect. Pires' shot was already tricky enough, but Hadari was in superb form today!"

Commentator Dubois:

"The French team's attack was fluid and seamless. The understanding between Roy, Pires, and Henry was like that of a team that had been playing together for ten years! Although this attack did not result in a goal, it has already put the Egyptian defense on edge!"

7 minutes.

A wave of gasps erupted from the crowd at the Stade de France.

Commentator Dubois's voice rose in pitch:
"Sagnol long pass—Henry headed the ball on! Roy starts his run!! Look at that chest control—God, he's dove the stepover to get past the defender! A quick flick to the right, acceleration!! One-on-one!!!"

Sagnol launched a long pass from the backfield; the ball was extremely fast and landed precisely behind the Egyptian defense.

Henry made a sharp forward run, deftly heading the ball into the open space in the middle, creating space for Roy to sprint forward.

Roy made a high-speed run, slightly turning his body as he ran, and used his chest to stop the ball steadily 1 meter in front of him. At the moment of contact with the ball, he had already observed the position of the defender.

As the Egyptian center-back lunged for the ball, Roy gently flicked it with his right foot, feigning a breakthrough to the right, and then used his left foot to perform a stepover feint!

His shoulders tilted to the left, his eyes looked to the left, but suddenly the outside of his right foot pushed the ball to the right!
The defender was fooled by the feint and lost his balance. Roy instantly pushed off the ground and accelerated, leaving his opponent behind in two steps and creating a one-on-one opportunity!

His footwork is extremely fast, but his control over the power of his touch on the ball is perfect, ensuring that the ball is always within his control.

"Facing the goalkeeper—a feint with a dropped shoulder! Dribble to the right!! Chip shot—BUUUUUT!!!!!"

Facing the onrushing Egyptian goalkeeper, Roy lowered his shoulder and made a feint to the left, causing the goalkeeper to instinctively dive towards the near post.

In a flash, Roy flicked his right foot with the outside of his foot to the right, deftly getting past the goalkeeper!

After getting past the goalkeeper, he gently flicked the ball with the instep of his right foot, sending it flying in a small arc into the empty net!
A sound of someone slamming their hand on the table came from the commentary booth.

"Goal!!! 18-year-old Roy has outmaneuvered the entire Egyptian defense! The defender even kicked himself into the goal! This is art!!"

The defender who was chasing back attempted a sliding tackle to clear the ball, but it had already crossed the line. He slid into the net with the ball, rolling around in a sorry state!

Commentator Korson roared hoarsely:

"I swear! Every feint he made was like a waltz! The goalkeeper was completely fooled like a lost child! Look at this goal replay—(inhales) that first touch, that change of direction, that chip shot is more exquisite than a sculpture in the Louvre!"

As Roy scored his lightning goal, the French players rushed over to celebrate, and the live broadcast immediately cut the camera to the stands—

Chen Lan covered her mouth, her eyes slightly red, and when she released her hand, a proud smile graced her lips, as if to say, "This child, he runs really fast."

Rowan jumped up from his seat excitedly, mimicking his brother's feint, shouting, "That's how you kick!"

Romi blinked in confusion, and after seeing her own face on the big screen, she shyly hid in her mother's arms, but couldn't help but steal glances at the field.

The NBA popularized the "Kiss Cam" interactive segment in the late 90s. By 2003, large stadiums had the technology to project live footage onto big screens using a real-time camera system with fiber optic transmission and a delay of only about 0.5 seconds.

After Ronaldo scored in the 2002 World Cup, the broadcaster showed his mother crying for eight seconds, a standard family-centric narrative.

On the sidelines, Kylian Mbappé stared wide-eyed, muttering to himself, "I want to dribble like that too."

I originally planned to write over 4,000 words, but I got stuck on the new book chart for the last five days, so today's word count is a bit low.

The results will be announced on the Sanjiang List the day after tomorrow, the 11th. So, I'll start updating 10,000 words daily from the day after tomorrow!
I'm not going to check the new book charts for the last few days!
I'm so tired from all this.
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(End of this chapter)