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

Chapter 69 Three Ghosts Knock on the Door, Murdering the Former Master

The accuracy of the hand-thrown ball is extremely high, and the force is just right.

Mario doesn't need to pause at all and starts accelerating immediately.

Double 7's dribbling and speed did not hold him back, and Porto's threat on the field was instantly amplified!

On either side, Jackson Martinez and Varela, like two unsheathed blades, were charging forward with frenzied force.

Sporting CP's two defenders, João Sinho and Ilori, are desperately trying to catch up, but they are no match for their opponents.

With the formation spread out, the only one who could interfere with Mario was Rojo, who was attacking from the flank.

Without hesitation, the eighteen-year-old boy pushed the ball forward with his left foot and shot off like an arrow.

Grass clippings flew at Mario's feet as the Argentine desperately chased after him, but his previous distance advantage prevented him from getting close.

In the blink of an eye, Porto's number 22 had already approached the area 30 meters to the right of the penalty area.

Ilori was forced to abandon guarding Jackson and opted to closely guard Mario instead!

He knew the young man in front of him was a long-range shooting expert, and he absolutely couldn't give him any space to shoot!

The pre-match report clearly stated in bold that this former Sporting Lisbon player possesses exceptional long-range shooting ability, and any space in front of the penalty area could be fatal.

Thinking of this, the Portuguese defender quickly lowered his center of gravity and moved rapidly towards Mario.

Mario, who had shifted from long strides to short, quick steps, caught a glimpse of Ilori's movement out of the corner of his eye, and also saw Jackson retreating towards the middle to create distance between himself and João.

Meanwhile, Varela is making a run into the penalty area from the other side.

Despite Ilori's pressure, Mario remained calm. He suddenly made a feint with his right foot, turning inward and shifting his weight to the left, as if he was about to cut inside and shoot!

As expected, Ilori fell for the trick. He immediately stopped and shifted his weight to his right, trying to block the imagined shooting angle.

We can't give him any room to stand!

This is an attacking tactic that even Champions League-level defenses struggle with!

Ilori dared not be careless!

But in the instant he shifted his weight, Mario's left ankle twitched.

Instead of dribbling or shooting, he delivered a delicate through ball with the inside of his left foot.

The ball flashed past Ilori, slicing through Sporting CP's entire defense with surgical precision, before rolling at high speed along the grass towards the center of the penalty area.

Martinez was on that line and only needed to adjust his footing slightly to receive the one-on-one opportunity near the penalty spot.

João Sinho, whose goal was disrupted by Varela's diagonal run, had been left behind by Jackson, leaving Patricio with no choice but to abandon his goal and rush out to seek a glimmer of hope!

boom! ! !

Without hesitation, Jackson pushed the ball towards the bottom right corner of the goal with his right foot!

Patricio quickly turned to the side, but it was to no avail; his glove was several tens of centimeters away from the ball.

The ball traced a perfect trajectory and crashed into the net, leaving the entire Alvalade Stadium momentarily silent.

"GO000000OOAL!!!"

"Jackson Martinez!"

"The Colombian helped Porto break the deadlock away from home!"

Let's review the entire process of this goal!

"Elton's throw-in, then Mario's run, Mario's feint, Mario's through ball!"

"Incredible!!!"

"This eighteen-year-old kid fooled the entire defense with a fake shot, then delivered a through ball that pierced the soul!"

"This is genius!!"

"With Moutinho and Rodriguez rested, young José proved his ability to lead the team single-handedly!"

"A swift and decisive counter-attack, Porto 1-0 Sporting CP!!"

—【Look at that offensive awareness, Mario deserves his explosive stats!!】

—【Let's take a look at the true value of this skill: the goalkeeper hasn't even finished his save yet, and he's already started moving!】

—【I must say, that through ball was really good, Martinez had a perfect shot!】

—【I really want to interview the Sporting Lisbon fans at the stadium to see how they're feeling right now~】

—【Watching 60 million people betray their former employer must be painful, hahaha!!】

— [Mario's fake shot was so realistic, I thought he was going to take a long-range shot!]

—【It's so satisfying to use five different moves simultaneously, no pressure at all~】

—[Is Mario some kind of legendary general? Why is he always so excited when facing his former master?]

The echoes of the goal still lingered in the night sky above the Alvalade Stadium.

Mario's through ball, like a scalpel, tore through the defense, and Jackson's shot, like a thunderclap, pierced the goal guarded by Patricio.

The dull thud of the ball hitting the net was like a slap in the face of the green and white stadium.

How could you bear to give away a player of this caliber for free?

At the corner flag, Jackson excitedly patted Mario on the shoulder.

That trajectory, that power—scoring a goal is easier than in a training match!

Pereira celebrated the team's opening goal by pumping his fist on the sidelines!

In the stands, the corner where the Porto fans were gathered erupted instantly, with blue smoke billowing up and scarves flying in the air.

Some people hugged each other and jumped wildly, some knelt on their seats and waved their fists, and many more roared the names of Super Mario and Martinez into the arena.

The other three stands of the Alvalade Stadium fell into brief silence.

Green and white scarves hung down, some people held their heads in their hands, some kicked the seats angrily, and some cursed their opponents' names.

But it lasted only a short time. Soon, an even more terrifying sound appeared in the Lisbon night sky.

The famous SerSporting chant resounded from all the stands, deep, rhythmic, and full of murderous intent.

"We fall, we get back up!"

"We will cry, we will fight to the very end!"

"We will always be Sporting Lisbon!"

Sporting CP, playing at home, will not give up easily!

The lion's roar heralds the counterattack.

The ball is restarted from the center circle.

Van Wolfswinkel passed the ball to Capel and then ran forward.

Sporting CP's formation resembles a roused lion, pressing forward as a whole.

The two full-backs pushed almost to the midfield line, the two wingers stayed close to the sideline, and the midfield trio pressed Porto's ball carrier like hounds.

The scene shifts, and Rojo successfully intercepts Defort's pass in the backfield. After glancing up, he immediately launches a long pass to Capel on the left wing.

The ball arced through the air and landed precisely at the feet of the Spanish winger.

Fernando immediately closed in, but Capel didn't stop the ball. Instead, he poked the ball forward and shot off like an arrow!

Otamendi immediately helped defend, but this time the Argentine didn't rush in to steal the ball. Instead, he guarded the paint, forcing Capel to move to the perimeter.

Sporting Lisbon's winger attempted to overtake using his speed, but Otamendi, with his solid lower body, stood like a wall, firmly blocking his path.

A sudden stop, a dribble, and Capel attempts to cut inside from Otamendi's left.

But the Porto defender reacted quickly, turning around and successfully averting the danger.

Fernando, facing the second ball, did not hesitate and launched a long ball forward.

Jackson headed the ball on, and Varela, who was close behind, quickly cut inside and unleashed a powerful shot, but the young Dier cleared the ball successfully.

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