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

"Shoot!!"

"Super Mario!!!"

On the green field, the 18-year-old boy's right foot was firmly planted on the grass, his arms were naturally outstretched to maintain balance, and his body was slightly tilted.

The swinging left leg was like a fully drawn bowstring, and the inside of the foot accurately struck the ball in the lower right part of the middle.

boom! !

A crisp sound of the ball being touched.

The ball didn't shoot straight out like a bullet; instead, it spun as it rose off the ground, drawing a full and sharp arc.

The arc first slanted slightly outward, bypassing Louisson, who was lunging at him with a shovel and trying to block him with his body.

The ball then traced an elegant trajectory in the air, spinning sharply inwards, and curved towards the top corner of the near post!

Benfica goalkeeper Arthur had been wary of Martinez making runs down the middle and Varela at the far post. When he saw the ball bypass the defense and fly towards the near post with such a violent spin, he knew something was wrong.

He roared and pushed off the ground with all his might, his body flying sideways like a spring, his right arm stretching out desperately, his fingertips stretched to the limit.

We ran into each other!

The fingertips of the glove grazed the bottom of the ball!

However, Mario's shot gave the ball a violent spin that exceeded the limits of what a fingertip could change.

The ball was slightly brushed, but its trajectory remained almost unchanged, continuing to spin steadily towards the net!

Swish!

The crisp sound of the net being hung.

The ball grazed the inside of the junction between the crossbar and the post and went into the goal!

"Goooooooooal!!!!!"

"World wave!!!"

"Absolute individual ability!"

"Calmly creating space with a reverse crossover dribble while double-teamed, then unleashing an unstoppable curling shot from the top of the arc!"

"Arthur touched the ball, but couldn't stop it from going in!"

"Mario, this midfield genius, has attacking talent comparable to a striker!!!"

"Initiated three goals, completing a brace!!"

"Tonight, the Dragon Knights reign supreme at the Stadium of Light!!!"

Porto 4-1 Benfica

"The game was practically over before the first half was even over!"

"Down by three goals, it's almost impossible to come back!!"

Honestly, Porto could start popping champagne at halftime!!!

This is unacceptable! You can't do things that tarnish your character!!

- [Mario: El Clásico a breeze to handle!]

-【That curve is so damn cool, it's like a crescent moon sword Pro Max!】

To be honest, Luisão and Melgar did a good job defending the Thunder; it was Mario who was unreasonable!

- [It's true that one trick is all you need; Mario's incredible long-range shooting ability allows him to dominate in the Portuguese league!]

-【His other basic abilities are also quite good; from ball control and dribbling to shooting, they are all top-level skills in the Portuguese league!】

-【This is only good in a weak league like yours. If this were in the Premier League, a player like him, who's a jack-of-all-trades but master of none, would never get ahead!】

- [Don't forget Manchester City wanted to sign him. You think you know more about football than their director of players?]

Porto will definitely lose their key players this summer; there are plenty of teams willing to pay €6000 million for their performances!

In front of the goal, Arthur was still kneeling on the grass, slamming his fist into the ground.

He stared at the fingertips of his glove where he had just touched the ball, his face filled with anger and despair.

One time it was my own careless mistake; this time it was touching the ball but to no avail.

That feeling of helplessness—trying your best but still being unable to stop it—is absolutely awful!

Luisão climbed up from the grass, hands on his hips, panting heavily, staring blankly at the celebrating Super Mario.

In that defensive play just now, from the decision-making to the execution, neither he nor Melga of the Thunder made any obvious mistakes; they even formed a textbook double-team.

But his reverse cowtail dribble with his non-dominant foot was truly unexpected. What's even more astonishing is how his long-range shot could be of such high quality with so little space and time.

This kid is as steady as a machine!

On the sidelines, Benfica manager Gabriel Jesus has stopped making any aggressive moves.

He just stood there blankly in the command area, his hands in his suit pockets, shaking his head slightly.

All tactical adjustments and morale-boosting efforts seemed futile; those two unreasonable long-range shots appeared to have sealed the fate of the match.

Near the corner flag, Mario's celebration only worsened the mood of the home team fans in the stands.

Mario first raised his right hand, his index finger decisively pointing to his own chest.

Immediately afterwards, Mario opened his arms, palms down, and with a kingly composure and a sense of oppression, pressed down forcefully and repeatedly.

His lips moved, and his clear "Calm down" cut through the noise, reaching the ears of every home team fan burning with anger and disappointment.

That simple downward gesture was a weapon sharper than any roar at that moment.

It was like a boulder thrown into a boiling lake, suppressing not the sound, but the morale of the entire opposing camp.

Before him was a deathly, furious sea of ​​red, while behind him were his teammates in blue and white, who were rushing in to celebrate wildly.

"Super Mario recreates the iconic celebration of Real Madrid's superstar during El Clásico!!"

"The Stadium of Light is dark tonight!!"

"This is an absolute display of confidence and control; he's trying to single-handedly quell the boiling emotions in the entire stadium!!"

"This is not just a celebration, but a powerful declaration that demonstrates a deep understanding of the psychology of the court."

"Tonight, Lisbon isn't Benfica's home ground, it's my stage, José Mario's stage!!"

"And you, simply bear witness in silence!!!"

.....

After the break, Pereira capitalized on the atmosphere, and Porto changed the score again through counter-attacks.

Moutinho played a through ball, and Varela calmly slotted home to change the score once again.

5:1

The El Clásico turned into a goal-scoring extravaganza for Porto!

Although Varela scored the goal, Benfica fans still directed their insults at Mario.

If they could bring a pig's head, they would definitely give it to that annoying guy, Porto 22.

Of course, Sporting Lisbon next door, which is blind to talent, is also annoying, giving away players like this to Porto, a title rival, for free.

No wonder you guys can't even play the Europa League properly!!

In the final ten minutes, both coaches made substitutions, but neither could change the score.

In the fourth minute of stoppage time, Benfica launched their final corner kick attack, with even goalkeeper Arthur rushing into the opponent's penalty area.

But with a crowd surging in the Porto penalty area, the ball was successfully cleared, and goalkeeper Arthur's redemption attempt was unsuccessful.

The final whistle blew.

Benfica 1:5 Porto

After 14 rounds of direct confrontations in the Portuguese league, Giant Dragons have pulled ahead of their opponents by 5 points in the standings, securing the league's mid-season championship in advance!

On the big screen, the crying faces of the home team's young fans filled the entire Stadium of Light with a somber atmosphere.

Mario, who appeared in the mixed zone, was in high spirits, seemingly enjoying a happy occasion.

With 16 rounds left in the league, if Porto maintains this form, they will soon gain more points and further enhance their individual abilities!