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

Chapter 90 One-on-one, you kick like that? No wonder he's called Mario!

The ball flew through the air, tracing a long arc.

Near its landing point, a blue figure was sprinting.

The player with the worst defensive ability on the entire Porto team is now the fastest!

Mario glanced back at the ball's direction, then continued his sprint forward.

There was nothing in front of him but Buffon standing alone at the door!

Chiellini frantically chased back five meters behind him. The Italian center-back wasn't too slow, but he was too late to start.

He was participating in the attack in the frontcourt, and by the time he realized the danger, Mario had already started sprinting.

Chiellini gritted his teeth, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge.

But he couldn't catch up.

Mario is getting closer and closer to the goal.

The young Portuguese player was so aggressive on the fast counter-attacks, and he gave it his all every time!

The ball, though high and far, wasn't traveling too fast. By the time it landed, Super Mario had already run ten meters outside the penalty area line.

There was no slowing down, no stopping the ball, and no unnecessary movements.

He simply turned around, moved the ball in front of him, and then gently flicked it with his right foot.

The ball moved as lightly as a butterfly, bounced off the ground, and then landed again, gently tapping on Mario's instep before obediently rolling forward.

Perfect ball control.

A perfect connection.

"pretty!"

"Mario has stopped the ball!"

"He's one-on-one with Chiellini behind him, but he can't catch up!"

"Buffon is sealing the near post!"

The 34-year-old Italian goalkeeper has seen countless one-on-one chances and made countless saves of certain goals.

He immediately determined the ball's landing point and position; it was too far from the goal to intercept.

Now there's only one way: work with Chiellini to compress the shooting angle and force the opponent to make mistakes.

Buffon's eyes were as sharp as a knife, fixed intently on Mario's feet.

There was only a gap near the goalpost!

Once inside the penalty area, will he shoot with a low shot or a chip shot?

Or should I continue dribbling past myself?

His brain was racing, trying to anticipate every possible move Mario might make.

But he was wrong.

He discovered that his experience was no longer valid!

Mario didn't make a push shot, a chip shot, or a dribble!

The eighteen-year-old boy simply raised his head and glanced at the goalkeeper's position.

Then he swung his right foot.

It wasn't a push shot.

It wasn't a lob shot.

Instead, it was a powerful shot from just outside the penalty area.

Like a heavy cannon, like a shooting star, just like what the same prodigy named Mario did in the semi-final of the 2012 European Championship!

boom! ! !

A loud bang erupted from the point of contact between the instep and the ball!

The ball shot out like a compressed air bullet, without spin or arc, just pure power!

Buffon's pupils suddenly contracted!

He never expected that anyone would think the same way as Balotelli!

How to solve a one-on-one situation with a world-class shot?

Unreasonable!

Having not made any contingency plans, he instinctively reached out to try and stop it, but his movements were too slow.

The ball whizzed past Buffon's fingertips, carrying an overwhelming force, heading straight for the top right corner of the goal!

The net was shaking violently!

On the goal line, Buffon knelt in despair!

Porto 3-0 Juventus!

A game-winning goal!!!

"Goal!!!!"

"José Mario Pereira!"

"Super Mario blasted a stunning shot that pierced through Buffon's defenses!"

"This goal looks so much like Balotelli's goal in Euro 2012!!"

"The same one-on-one chance, the same explosive shot, the same absurdity!"

"Buffon didn't react at all!"

"The final score is 4-1!!"

"Porto is going to the Champions League semi-finals!"

"18 years old! Champions League quarter-finals!"

"Two legs of the match: a stunning long-range shot, a header, a deadly assist, and now another powerful one-on-one finish!"

"One person created all four goals; it's a miracle, the ultimate performance of genius!"

"Juventus was blown out by one man. Pirlo, Chiellini, Bonucci, Buffon, these world-class stars paled in comparison to this 18-year-old."

—【I always said guys named Mario are pretty good at soccer, hahaha!!】

—[A powerful shot on a one-on-one opportunity! Balotelli channeled his inner Balotelli! Buffon understands Neuer's feelings now!!]

—【4-1, Juventus were thrashed by an 18-year-old! That first header was devastating, completely changing the course of the game!!】

—【A midfielder who doesn't participate in defense and appears in this position—only a club like Porto, a shady operation, could produce such a player. They've lost all shame in their pursuit of inflated stats and manufactured stars!】

—【Wrong, Pogba... that sluggish play just now gifted them a counter-attack, and the opponent ended the game!!】

—【Both are starters, but the other team orchestrated three goals, while Pogba still needs more training. Although you're nineteen, the other team is more ready to contribute immediately!!】

—[I watched the slow-motion replay fifty times! That passing move, that first touch, that powerful shot—it was all perfect! He's truly gifted!!]

—【Mario, I want to have your baby!!!】

The excited Portuguese female fans seemed to have entered a mode of sitting on the ground and sucking up the dust; their performance of single-handedly fighting against a strong opponent was truly full of sexual tension.

What's more, Mario celebrated by taking off his shirt in a domineering way to vent his emotions.

His slightly angular muscle lines, paired with a face straight out of a comic book, excite female fans even more.

Photos of the ball kept appearing in Mario's private message list.

They also want to be shot by Mario!

The male fans, on the other hand, were much more rational; they simply felt that this young man was exceptionally talented.

How can someone with such powerful long-range shots when their muscles aren't particularly noticeable?

You have to study its power generation techniques frame by frame to become the coolest kid on the court!

Taking off their shirts to celebrate? Even faster than a yellow card comes a teammate!

What does it mean to lead 4-1 on aggregate in the 67th minute of the match?

The highly anticipated Champions League semi-final is here!

The top four are not only an honor, but also a high-profile arena for fame and fortune!

That's why I came to Porto from the lower leagues!

The home team fans were absolutely ecstatic!!

Simply shouting Mario's name at the scene is not enough.

Excited fans wanted to climb over the fence and slide onto the grass to worship Mario, this super genius.

How could a club make a fortune without spending a single cent and even lead its team to the semi-finals?

How can you not love a player like that?

Conte stared at the blue figure celebrating wildly and angrily kicked away the water bottle at his feet.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside him: despair, helplessness, and resignation.

Of course, there's also a hint of the coach's appreciation for the player.

"If he were a Juventus player, giving him ample space—he could play striker up front to score goals, or drop back to orchestrate attacks—would perfectly solve the problem of a lack of attacking firepower!"

"This summer... 6000 million euros...."

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He shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.

Conte's thoughts were wandering, while Pereira focused on the present.

The goal scorer was substituted shortly after, and the defense tightened further, with the 4-5-1 formation evolving directly into a 9-0-1.

The blue and white ribs were firmly welded shut, and the cross-passing channels on the wings, on which Juventus depended for survival, were abruptly closed.

In the final twenty minutes or so, the dragon's roar turned into a low, mournful cry.

Otamendi and Mangala stood firmly in the center of the penalty area like two reefs.

The three midfielders retreated to the edge of the penalty area, forming a second line of defense that effectively blocked any space for long-range shots and any gaps in penetration.

There is only one objective: hold on to the death!

Hold onto this damned victory!

Juventus' possession surged, and the ball was almost completely contained in Porto's half.

But every step forward felt like sinking into a quagmire.

A long pass and a cross? The ball flies into the penalty area, only to be met with calmer anticipation and fiercer confrontation!

The stoppage time board is raised, and the desperate Juventus are completely frantic!

Even goalkeeper Buffon abandoned his post and rushed into the opponent's penalty area to contest a corner kick.

The last flame was extinguished with the final whistle.

Everything has settled down.

Porto 3-0 Juventus, the Portuguese giants advance with a 4-1 aggregate score over two legs!

The roar of the stadium transformed into a blue frenzy that engulfed everything the moment the final whistle blew.

Mario's name echoed in the night sky. In two rounds, a world-class goal broke the deadlock, a header sealed the victory, and a single-handed blast killed the suspense.

Three goals and one assist!

The 18-year-old prodigy not only had outstanding stats, but also delivered a dominant performance in crucial battles!

"Where is Pogba?"

From the audience's perspective, this issue no longer exists; judging from their performances, Mario and Pogba are not even in the same league.

He's already the third person to challenge Ronaldo and Messi, but what about Boba?

He's just a future star with 0 goals and 0 assists in the Champions League!

They're even competing for the Golden Boy award!

It's an honor for you to be nominated for Golden Boy alongside Mario!

Can you really compare yourself to the super genius who led the Portuguese team Porto to the Champions League semi-finals, standing on the shoulders of Italian giants?

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