The perfect midfield: It starts with never passing the ball to Ronaldo.

The game continued, and Ave River was briefly stunned for a few minutes by Mario's brilliant long-range shot.

But they quickly regrouped and launched an offensive at home.

First, Tarantini made a strong breakthrough in the middle, using his body to knock aside Porto's defenders, and his shot grazed the post and flew out.

Then João Thomas' header attempt in front of the goal was brilliantly saved by Elton.

As the team continued their offensive onslaught, the home fans' hopes were rekindled, and the songs rang out once more.

Mario's defensive ability of only 3 points left him exhausted when he was on the defensive. After a series of back-and-forth runs, he could clearly feel a burning sensation in his lungs. His stamina, which was barely passable, was still a bit lacking.

Fortunately, he had just entered the game and was able to easily suppress the burning sensation, thus not delaying the team's chances of making a comeback.

With the ball under his teammate's control, Mario sprinted forward, observing the movement of the opposing defense, calculating his teammates' runs, and searching for weaknesses in Ave River's defense.

Soon, another opportunity arose. Moutinho delivered a low pass, and Mario effortlessly received the ball in the attacking third.

The opposing two players immediately double-teamed him, but the 18-year-old did not try to force his way through.

He feinted to the left, but then gently pushed the ball to the right with the instep of his right foot.

Instead of opting for fancy tricks to force a one-on-two battle, he cleverly seized the gap between his opponents' strides and delivered an imaginative pass.

The ball went through the legs of the first player and rolled toward the unmarked right flank.

"You kicked it wrong!"

"I remember that spot was empty."

Leon, who had just passed through the small door, quickly looked back.

A dark figure appeared in an area that was previously deserted!

Porto winger Atsu is sprinting!

The Ghanaians have started!

Like a black panther!

This incredibly fast left winger seemed to hear the starting gun, sprinting, receiving the ball, and making his way to the byline in one fluid motion.

Ave River's defense was completely torn apart by this creative pass.

Standing at only 1.65 meters tall, Atsu is a true short-legged tiger. Despite the interference, his lower body remained stable, and he swept a high-quality pass towards the middle.

"nice shot!"

"Excellent vision and precise timing!"

"Porto's combination play on the wings and in the center is truly outstanding!"

"Mario's timely interception at the near post stretched the Ave River defense line once again!"

"The real killer move is here!"

"Jackson!!!"

With the commentator's impassioned words, the Colombian leaped high and headed the ball into the goal!

Goal!!!

Porto 4:2 Ave River!

The tense situation instantly dissipated after Mario came on, and Oblak dejectedly retrieved the ball from the net for the fourth time.

Jackson, who had scored to extend the lead, danced and sang.

Atsu, who provided the assist, immediately rushed towards Mario, vigorously ruffling the 18-year-old's hair to vent his emotions.

"Dude, that was a fantastic amount of lead!"

"Of course, I know how fast you sprint!" Mario laughed and they complimented each other.

Mario had observed Atsu's movement habits during previous training sessions. He noticed that Atsu would subconsciously take half a step forward whenever the opponent's defense pushed forward.

Why are they still able to use it flexibly in the game?

This might be related to the 8 points in creativity!

In a flash, Mario felt his brain slow down, gaining an intuitive insight akin to overclocked computing. He swiftly presented the product of his observation and calculation, transforming it into a dazzling moment of brilliance that dazzled the entire arena!

In the stands, Porto fans went even wilder, chanting not only José Mario's name but also singing songs written for Pereira.

The head coach is clearly a typical example of someone who doesn't shy away from nepotism when it comes to promoting talent. It's very possible that Mario left Sporting Lisbon because he was poached by his uncle, the coach.

Faced with such overflowing talent, are Sporting Lisbon's youth academy coaches blind?

How could we let such a genius get away?!

On the other side, the boos from the home fans were even louder, but at the same time, some Ave River fans put down their taunting signs and began to whisper among themselves.

That legendary number 22, who seems to have connections, is more than just someone who can make a lucky long-range shot.

In such a short time on the field, he created two goals and ruined his team's excellent situation.

Why isn't this talented player in our club!

That's fucking damn good!!

Envy, jealousy, and resentment began to build, and the fans' emotions on the field grew increasingly anxious as time went on.

Coincidentally, the home team players on the field did the same.

With eight minutes remaining in the match, Ave River pressed forward with all their might.

They had nothing left, so they decided to take a desperate gamble.

This desperate gamble created space!

In the 87th minute of the match, Argentine defender Otamendi intercepted the ball in the backfield and passed it to Moutinho, who was playing deep.

The Portuguese international made a long pass to José Mario, who was making a forward run.

A clean and precise instep control of the ball.

As he turned, he simultaneously flicked the ball forward with his right foot.

With arms outstretched and long legs striding, he swiftly charged towards the opponent's half of the court!

The Ave River, with its defensive line pushed far forward, exposed a large open area.

Mario dribbles the ball at breakneck speed, the whistling wind and the rapid footsteps of his pursuers filling his ears.

Thirty meters!

Twenty-five meters!

Twenty meters!!!

At the edge of the penalty area, the retreating center-back and his chasing teammates had almost completely blocked all possible breakthrough routes.

Should I pass the ball to the teammate who's wearing it?

Or should we pass it across to ourselves and make our own runs?

Despite breathing heavily, Mario's brain was not affected by the contraction of his lungs; he continued to observe his teammates and opponents.

opportunity!

Oblak's location!!

Without slowing down or changing direction, Mario suddenly swung his leg while running!

boom! ! !

Another long-range shot!!!

With almost no casting animation, he still managed to gather all his energy!

After a brief deformation, the ball, with a strong outward spin, drew a strange arc in the air, bypassed the blocking defenders, and plummeted rapidly in front of the goal.

Oblak was a step too slow. He took two steps back and fully extended his body, but he could only watch helplessly as the ball slipped from his fingertips into the top right corner of the goal.

"Goal!!!!!!!!!"

"Porto 5:2 Ave River!!"

"A genius's choice!!!"

"Mario capitalized on the Ave River goalkeeper's positioning lapse, using a concealed long-range shot to rewrite the score once again!!"

"A surprise attack from a hidden spot, striking into an absolute blind spot!!"

"Talent, talent that's visible to the naked eye!!!"

"Super Mario delivered a perfect performance in his Portuguese league debut!!"

-【OMG, that long-range shot was so satisfying to watch!!】

- [I won! Porto didn't disappoint me. Thumbs up to the young substitute!!]

- [Is there a mole within Sporting CP? Why would they give away a player like that??]

- [As expected of the young player praised by my idol, his competitive spirit is just as strong!]

-【It's just one Portuguese league match, and the opponent was a newly promoted team. It doesn't prove anything at all!!】

- [This guy really can't pass the ball. He could have easily passed it to the wing much earlier. A vampire with no team spirit!]

-【That's right, I just got lucky today, both my feet landed on the wrong foot!!】

- [Maybe he really is a genius, a hidden gem of Sporting Lisbon!]

Inside the stadium, Mario, jokingly referred to as "Mongo" by netizens, has already won over the fans who traveled with the team.

Endless cheers and shouts filled my ears!

What I saw were waving hands and adoring eyes!

Mario gently patted the team crest on his chest, and the simple, pure fans became even more enthusiastic.

Looking at the dazzling eighteen-year-old boy, Ines felt a surge of emotion. Some people are born to dazzle the world and shatter the stars!