We made you the King of Prisoners, and now you've become the King of Football?

Chapter 114 "Ronaldinho"

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"Go for it! Go all out!"

"One side finishes its turn, another takes the stage; the two sides are evenly matched—that's what makes a final!"

"Do you think these two sides will maintain this score and go into extra time and a penalty shootout?"

"That's possible. After all, if Monaco pulls off this tactic once, Sevilla will definitely be on guard."

"If the two sides remain deadlocked, a penalty shootout is inevitable."

"You guys' analysis makes sense, I'll just use the secret ritual to go all in and draw!"

On the field.

Mbappe sprinted toward the corner flag area.

He then passionately slid down to his knees, pointing both hands to the sky.

Bernardo Silva also pounced on him from behind.

Fabinho, Bakayoko, Moutinho —

One by one, red-clad figures surged forward.

Jiang Ming patted Mbappe on the head from the edge of the crowd and glanced up at the big screen.

【2—2】

【79:43】

There are ten minutes left in the regular time.

The celebrations in Monaco have ended.

Both sides returned to the center circle.

The score is now back to square one.

The pace of the game actually slowed down.

Sevilla's full-backs' forward runs were noticeably reduced, and they could only rely on Banega's short passes to slowly build positional play.

Monaco didn't rush forward rashly. After intercepting the ball, they looked for Mbappe, who used his speed to break into Sevilla's defense.

The two sides traded blows, but neither created a clear-cut opportunity.

85 minutes.

Koke came back and dribbled down the right flank.

He suddenly cut inside and unleashed a curling shot.

The football grazed the crossbar and went out of bounds.

88 minutes.

Jiang Ming once again delivered a through pass from midfield.

Mbappe broke the offside trap and made a run.

Carrizo embarks on a risky mission.

That's how they managed to block the ball out of the penalty area.

"Both sides are too exhausted to run at this stage," He Wei said, his voice tinged with tension.

"My physical strength has reached its limit, and now I'm just relying on my willpower to keep going."

"In these final few minutes, whoever makes a mistake is finished."

Xu Yang chimed in: "Sevilla has experience in finals. If it goes to extra time or even a penalty shootout, Monaco's young team will have a tough time winning."

Sidelines.

Emery still had his hands in his pockets.

Although Monaco equalized the score at this stage.

However, he believes that as long as the two sides go to a penalty shootout...

His team will definitely win.

the other side.

Yaldin stood ramrod straight.

It's a bad thing when your own team goes to a penalty shootout.

How could a young player possibly compete with a seasoned veteran under immense pressure?

After all, eight out of the eleven players in Sevilla's current squad have Europa League final experience.

Even in the previous two seasons, Sevilla won the title by defeating Benfica in a penalty shootout.

"This is difficult—"

Time was ticking away, second by second.

The regular time quickly came to an end.

The fourth official walked to the sidelines and raised the LED stoppage time board.

【7】

"Seven minutes of stoppage time!" He Wei said in a deep voice, "In the last seven minutes, the outcome could be decided in an instant."

The noise in St. James' Park gradually subsided.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final seven minutes to end.

In the first four minutes of stoppage time, both sides played with extreme caution.

Sevilla slowly passed the ball around in their own half.

Monaco held their entire team in their own half, forming a tight, impenetrable formation.

The 95th minute of the match.

Seville has another chance.

Banega pulled to the left wing and lofted a cross into the penalty area.

Gameiro headed the ball towards goal.

The football grazed the post and went out of bounds.

A unified sigh rang out from the Seville stands.

Just half a step away.

Just a little bit more —

Subasic quickly took the football from the ball boy.

He quickly ran to the edge of the penalty area.

I looked up and glanced around the middle of the room.

The ball was thrown out with great force.

The football fell straight to the forward post.

Enzongqi rushed forward immediately, trying to secure the first landing point and launch another attack.

But at that moment, the still chilling red and white figure rushed to the landing point half a step ahead of him.

"It's Jiang Ming again!"

"Subasic's throw found Jiang Ming!"

"Enzongqi didn't hesitate and immediately rushed to grab it!"

Jiang Ming unloaded the ball.

Before Enzongqi could get close...

His shoulders slumped slightly.

The body turned naturally.

A gentle shoulder movement!

next second.

Jiang Ming dribbled the ball and deftly bypassed Enzongqi's right side.

"pretty!"

"Release the ball, lower your shoulder, turn around."

"The movements were executed flawlessly in one smooth motion!"

"Enzongqi has been completely outmaneuvered!"

Crossing the middle line.

Krychowiak was already blocking the way directly in front of them.

The Polish defensive midfielder lowered his center of gravity and spread his arms to block all passing lanes.

We're just waiting for Jiang Ming to dribble the ball and crash into us.

But Jiang Ming did not slow down.

With a gentle flick of the outside of his right foot, he was about to cross the outside line.

Krehoviak had just moved half a step to the side.

But then Jiang Ming used the inside of his foot to cut the ball back.

One dunk, one flick—a classic bulltail dribble.

The football seemed glued to my feet —

Krekhov's massive body tilted to one side.

He could only watch helplessly as Jiang Ming rushed past him.

"Bull's Tail! We've passed Krykhoviak!" He Wei shouted.

"Jiang Ming has charged forward!"

"He beat two people in a row!"

Near the edge of the penalty area.

Carrizo suddenly pressed down on him.

Rami also stopped marking Mbappe and moved laterally to cover for him.

The two men formed a pincer movement, one on the left and one on the right.

"Two people are on either side!"

"It seems Jiang Ming has no choice but to pass the ball."

After all, even Ronaldo would have a hard time breaking through when double-teamed.

Just when everyone thought Jiang Ming would choose to split up the sides.

Jiang Ming, however, went straight towards Rami.

"What is he trying to do?"

Doubts arose in the minds of the fans.

Rami was already on high alert.

Standing at 1.9 meters tall, he is no less physically strong than any other player.

The two moved closer together.

Jiang Ming paused, then stepped on the ball first.

He supported his body on one leg and used the other foot to pull the ball to the other side.

"The Marseille Turn!"

"The Marseille Turn again!"

"He successfully brought the ball over to the other side!"

"That direction—"

"This is a spot that's completely undefended!"

Pull the ball, turn, dribble past the opponent —

Ronaldinho "accelerates his escape"

The transitions between footwork and dribbling have been perfected.

Rami quickly turned around, attempting to intercept the counter-attack with a sliding tackle.

But then he suddenly realized that the Chinese boy in front of him was accelerating!

Michael Irving, the "Wind Chaser"

"Jiang Ming————"

"It's over!" He Wei exclaimed in surprise.

"I get it!" Xu Yang shouted, "He deliberately chose to go in Rami's direction to exploit Rami's weakness of being large and slow to turn!"

"This will create distance between us and the enemy, allowing us to directly attack behind their defensive lines!"

"He even foresaw this step?!"

Emery on the sidelines had long since abandoned any semblance of a renowned manager.

He knelt down, watching the changes unfold on the field.

It's just like Mourinho back in the day—

Sevilla's defense was completely breached.

Only goalkeeper Soria remained in the penalty area.

Jiang Ming dribbled the ball into the penalty area.

Soria was on high alert.

He spread his arms wide, desperately trying to expand the area he could reach to make a save.

Jiang Ming merely glanced at the distant corner.

There was no pause in their steps.

When dribbling the ball for the next time.

Suddenly, he kicked!

Soria made a diving save.

Football is like a sharp sword, slicing out a sharp white light.

In front of tens of thousands of fans at the silent St. Jakob Park stadium.

It crashed into the net!

The white net trembled!

One sword to the throat!

"hiss----"

"What kind of incredible feat was this, a dragon breaking through the gate?"

"Who could pull off such a spectacular solo run and goal?"

This moment.

Whether it's the audience at the venue or the fans watching on TV.

A thought suddenly occurred to them.

Then that thought transformed into a figure, overlapping with the Chinese youth before him.

Ronaldinho