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

Michael O'Neal's all-or-nothing gamble was like lighting a fuse at the mouth of a dragon.

Northern Ireland pressed forward, attempting to tear apart the Portuguese defense with long balls and crosses, but the open space in their own half was instantly exposed to the bloodthirsty red fangs!

In the 38th minute of the match, a hasty long pass from Northern Ireland was headed back to midfield by Pepe like a volleyball block.

Veloso skillfully controlled the ball, looked up and forward, his field of vision instantly opened up!

"A chance to counterattack!!"

"Portugal's counterattack is here!"

"Veloso splits the play!!"

"A large open area on the left!!"

The ball rolled like an arrow towards the left sideline, and a red lightning bolt surged forward along the wing!

Nani, as if equipped with a rocket booster, strode past McGinn, who was hastily chasing back, and in the blink of an eye, he had already penetrated into the heart of the opponent's half of the court.

Due to their high-pressing strategy, Northern Ireland's defense was outnumbered.

At this moment, they could only rob Peter to pay Paul and start by retreating to the left.

The space in the middle lane suddenly opened up!

Nani looked up and saw Cathcart fighting and retreating in front of him.

This Northern Irish center-back, who enjoys heavy metal rock music, isn't particularly fast.

Perhaps due to prolonged exposure to high-decibel sounds, he is not sensitive enough.

Faced with Nani's extremely subtle flick of the outside of his left ankle, he was unable to react in any way!

The ball was not directly transferred to Ronaldo, who was making a high-speed run on the right.

Instead, it drew a low, flat, and strange arc, diagonally penetrating the middle lane.

It precisely bypassed Joni Evans' intercepting toes, as if it had eyes, and found the figure that had already quietly started moving.

"A brilliant transfer!"

"Mario has been found with an opening in his right flank!!"

"Chance!!!"

The rising star who contributed a goal and an assist received the ball and adjusted his position on the right edge of the penalty area in one fluid motion!

At this moment, all Mario could see was Corey Evans, who was awkwardly moving sideways in an attempt to block him.

All eyes in the entire Dragon Stadium were focused on his raised left foot!

Portugal's number 22 stared at the goal expressionlessly, showing no emotional fluctuation.

The Manchester United defender's first reaction was that the opponent was about to take a shot.

He roared and, disregarding everything, slid in and attempted to block the terrifying cannon muzzle with his body!

At the critical moment!

Mario's left leg traced a light, graceful arc in the air, like a magician waving a magic wand.

As you land, gently tap the inside of your foot with the arch!

Wow!!

"Pass the ball without looking!"

"Absolute confidence in the situation!!!"

An incredulous gasp erupted from the commentary booth.

The ball didn't fly towards the goal; instead, it slid past Evans, who was wide open, at just the right speed.

Destination: To the right of the small restricted area!

Carroll quickly adjusted his position, but his lateral movement couldn't keep up with the ball and the man!

A strong figure charged in like a ghost, with a meticulously styled haircut and a signature sprinting posture!

Cristiano Ronaldo!!!

The ball arrives when the person does!

Mario's brilliant pass meant he didn't need to make any adjustments.

Facing a nearly empty goal, the Real Madrid superstar stretched out his body and calmly slotted the ball into the net with the instep of his right foot!

The ball rolled across the goal line with ease!

"GOOOOOOOOOAL!!!!!"

Cristiano Ronaldo!!!

"A second time!!!!"

"Another assist from Mario!"

"Oh My God!"

"A selfless and brilliant pass!!!"

"In less than forty minutes, one goal and two assists!"

"He delivered the most spectacular performance on the captain's 100th milestone night!!!"

Portugal 3-0 Northern Ireland!!!

"The Portuguese have completely killed any suspense in the match!"

"A textbook example of a fast counter-attack, from Pepe's clearance to Veloso's pass, Nani's precise long-range diagonal pass, and then Mario's inspired no-look pass!"

"The final terminator, without a doubt, is that man, Cristiano!!"

"A perfect team goal, and a brilliant individual performance!"

"This is the Portuguese night!"

"The dragon is roaring!!!"

-【Ahhh!! Mario's pass was so amazing!!!!!!!!!】

- [Ronaldo scores twice, Mario provides two assists, this 18-year-old rookie is fucking amazing!!!]

- [Come on, let's see who's still bringing up the joke that Mario has no obligation to pass the ball?]

- [No doubt about it, this assist was absolutely crucial, Luo Ge (Brother Luo) should accept this gift with a smile!]

- [Guys, that counter-attack was incredibly fast! Veloso-Nani-Mario-Cristiano Ronaldo, a four-foot pass that completely broke through the defense!!]

- [Bento was beaming on the sidelines; Mario is truly a lucky charm!!]

- [Dude, stop blaming luck, this is Mario's skill, okay?!]

At the corner flag, after scoring, Ronaldo immediately rushed to Mario, who had provided the assist, opened his arms, and gave the young man a solid bear hug!

His smile was incredibly bright, almost reaching his ears!

A brace to reach the milestone of 100 appearances, with both assists coming from his own protégés – could there be a more perfect script?

"Beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous!!"

Cristiano Ronaldo vigorously ruffled Mario's hair, his excitement evident.

"Of course, if I say I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you. I'll just rack up more assists to get the bonus~" Mario smiled and winked.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"You're a fucking genius!!!"

"I'll treat you to dinner during the offseason~"

"The kind where they take me to dinner on a private jet!"

"Then I need to work hard to make money~" Cristiano Ronaldo smiled and patted his younger brother on the shoulder.

Mario's eyes lit up when he heard Roger's answer; perhaps in a few years the situation would be completely reversed.

As the new captain of a Portuguese ship, he was the first to purchase a private jet.

The game continued, with Portugal leading by three goals, and they played with even more ease.

The clamor at the Estádio do Dragão gradually subsided from its initial fervor, with fans humming songs contentedly, enjoying the perfect night of their fourth World Cup qualifier victory.

Mario, however, was in a precarious situation as his stamina began to decline.

After continuous sprints, confrontations, and linking up attacks, especially after several counter-attack assists that spanned the entire first half, his legs felt like they were filled with mud and sand, and every time he pushed off the ground, he felt a heavy, aching sensation.

Sweat had already soaked through his jersey, clinging tightly to his back, and his breathing had become short and shallow. The originally cool night breeze felt somewhat stinging when he inhaled it.

After the break, the Irish team's aggressive play made it very difficult for Mario, who was actively tracking back to defend.

Even though his defense is weak with only 3 points, he can't give fans the impression that Mario can be easily beaten.

Before his rebirth, he understood this very well after watching the camera kicking technique of Bellin Daiyu in Galaxy III for many years.

He immediately began to chase back after being easily bypassed by the opponent's midfielder.

Although exhaustion washed over his consciousness like a surging black tide.

Although each step felt like a heavy drumstick striking the edge of the limit.

But Mario never gives up!

In front of their own penalty area, a deep red figure appeared, like the last spark forcibly bursting forth from the ashes of a burned-out battlefield!

His steps were tinged with an almost tragic stagger.

Sweat rolled down my forehead and stung my eyes.

Mario simply shook his head sharply, staring intently at his opponent's sprinting path.

McGinn was desperate; the Northern Irish wanted to equalize, but time was running out for them.

The footsteps chasing after him made him increasingly impatient!

Lafferty has a good position!

Give it to him!

Before I could adjust my pace, the footsteps grew closer!

"Damn Mario!" McGonagall muttered as he quickly passed the ball.

The eighteen-year-old boy's pursuit from behind was not without its gains; it was precisely this slight adjustment range that allowed Peipei, who caught up at breakneck speed, to remain even more composed!

With a thunderous roar, the Portuguese monk, like a tiger descending the mountain, cleared the ball with a clean and decisive long kick before Lafferty could touch it, sending the ball slamming into the stands!

"Beautiful defense!!"

"Mario's pressure is crucial!!"

"Porto's brilliant defensive attitude is something we should all learn from!!"

The slow-motion replay focuses on Portugal's number 22.

Mario tilted his head back, panting heavily, and white mist rose into the night sky after his intense exercise.

The slightly trembling calf muscles, the constantly heaving chest, the hair soaked with sweat, the hands raised high in applause, and the scene of passionately bumping chests with Peipei were transmitted to countless viewers in front of the television!

What's even more captivating is Mario's eyes!

Even hotter than the super-powerful Bellingham!

A light so bright it was blinding, a pure and proud spirit that abandoned everything and gave without regret.

So exciting!!

That was so exciting!!

Mario burned out!

On the sidelines, Bento promptly had the fourth official raise the substitution board.

The crowd at the Estádio do Dragão was equally enthusiastic, erupting in an even more thunderous and deafening roar of applause and shouts than when the goal was scored!

"SUPER MARIO!!!"

The roars from the south stand echoed through the sky!

The fans stood up and paid the highest tribute to the figure of number 22, whose chest was heaving violently and who was almost unable to move!

Mario, who was substituted, was very satisfied with his final performance on the field.

Mr. 1.6 million euros' method really worked!

And this is the Pro Max version of white phosphorus!

One goal and two assists, and it's still so exciting!

The popular support is already in place.

Who else but me can be the future captain of the Portuguese national team?!