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

Yaldin also saw the resentment in everyone's eyes.

But given the team's current personnel shortage, he really had no other choice.

In the first half, Jiang Ming made many good passes to the attacking players.

But right now, they only have Bernardo Silva on the right wing as their main attacking player.

Costa on the left wing and Carrillo in the middle were both substitutes.

Their abilities are far inferior to those of the injured Lemar and Traore, and even to the 17-year-old Mbappe.

If Lille can shut down Bernardo Silva, they can directly cut off Monaco's attacking play.

After all, the other two points posed no threat to their defenses.

Yardin sighed.

There's no other way...

"Does everyone still want to win?"

Just then, a young voice suddenly rang out from a corner of the locker room.

Everyone looked up and saw Jiang Ming.

This scene felt strangely familiar, as if they had experienced a similar moment not long ago.

Seeing that no one spoke, Jiang Ming shrugged and said calmly, "If you all still want to win this game, I have a way."

Yaldin frowned but did not interrupt.

He could also see that the other members of the team were all listening intently.

These guys never really intended to give up.

There's no other way.

Jiang Ming slowly stood up. His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear.

"Since we couldn't create any attacking opportunities in the first half, I'll take over the attacking role in the second half."

Everyone was somewhat stunned.

Jiang Ming is currently organizing the team's offense.

Could it be that he has another way?

Jiang Ming looked at everyone and slowly began to speak: "What I mean is..."

"Give me that damn ball."

"I'll break through."

"I'll take the shot."

The locker room was silent for two seconds.

Is this kid serious?

Although his strength has been proven in many matches, there is no doubt that he is formidable.

But isn't that a bit too arrogant...?

But then, everyone realized a problem.

Anyway, the situation has already become like this.

Why not do as he says?

"Alright! Let's do it this way!" Fabinho spoke first.

He's never been the type to admit defeat easily.

He never admitted defeat even in the favelas of Brazil, let alone now that he's only one step away from the final.

He would be the first to disagree if you suggested giving up.

"Go! These injuries won't defeat us. We'll win every championship!" Moutinho said at the right moment.

As the team captain, he was on the bench for this match.

But this is a tactical adjustment, a necessary sacrifice.

Essentially, it's all about winning!

The atmosphere in the locker room was reignited.

Jiang Ming himself also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the team tanks, then he won't be able to complete his mission!

There are rewards for success and no punishment for failure.

But not finding any money is a loss!

So, in order to get the teammates back on their feet.

Jiang Mingcai used the famous quote from next door: "Give me the damn ball!"

I got goosebumps just saying that.

If someone in China said this, they would probably be laughed at by netizens for half a year.

What lofty aspirations, what boundless heroism...

But European players just love that.

This call really boosted morale.

Yaldin looked at the group of revitalized boys and nodded.

A competitive spirit is what professional players should have most.

"Alright, then let's fight to the very end!"

Yaldin also put aside his doubts.

If his team can get through this, it will be reborn!

Just as he finished speaking, the bell rang for halftime.

With an indomitable spirit, the Monaco players stepped back onto the field.

……

"Alright, everyone, welcome back."

"Lille scored their second goal in the final moments of the first half, and Monaco will go into the second half trailing by two goals."

"Although they came back from a 3-0 deficit to beat Tottenham in the first half last month, that was when their squad was still relatively complete."

"They probably don't have the ability to reverse the situation now..." Zhan Jun explained.

Studio:

"What Zhan Jun said makes a lot of sense."

"Before, at least we had forwards who could put up a fight, but now who are the forwards?!"

"B. Bernardo was targeted, and the multiple-man ganking situation is another matter."

"As for Carrillo and Costa, can they even play?"

"I can't play, I don't have the ability, you know that!"

"Monaco should just go home and prepare for the league and Europa League knockout stages."

……

"Beep—"

The referee blew his whistle, and the second half of the game officially began.

This time it's Monaco's turn to kick off.

Carrillo gently passed the ball back to Jiang Ming.

All the fans thought he would, like in the first half, first control the ball and then find an opportunity to pass it to his teammates in the attacking third.

However, in the live broadcast, after Jiang Ming got the ball, he dribbled it forward.

Fabinho and Bakayoko flanked him like two bodyguards, and the three of them began to press forward.

"Oh? Monaco changed their tactics at halftime?" Zhan Jun looked a little confused. "Coach Zhang, what kind of move is this? Can you explain it to everyone?"

Zhang Lu frowned, but didn't speak immediately.

Even as a renowned tactical mastermind in the country, he still didn't understand what Monaco was up to.

Jiang Ming dribbled the ball all the way to Lille's half.

During this time, all the Lille players who came up to press him were stopped by his two bodyguards.

"Fabinho and Bakayoko are entangled with someone."

"Amadu is coming up, he's going one-on-one with Jiang Ming."

"Step on the ball! Jiang Ming has gotten past Amadu!"

"Hmph, it's a pity that the speed is still a bit slow, and he was caught up again, but he did create space for passing."

"A through ball, Bernardo Silva receives it, is he going to cut inside? No! He's gone down the wing!"

"A cutback pass! The ball goes to Carrillo!"

"What? He missed! The back spot!"

"When did Jiang Ming get involved?!"

"A powerful shot! Goal!!"

Zhan Jun was so engrossed in shouting that he almost couldn't catch his breath, and it took him a while to catch his breath before he continued his commentary.

"My God, just one minute into the second half! Monaco have pulled one back!"

"This goal once again demonstrates Jiang Ming's individual dribbling skills and positioning abilities!"

"2-1!! Do they really still have a chance?"

……

Sidelines.

Antonetti watched as his team conceded a goal.

I'm a little confused.

Didn't Monaco lack attacking firepower in the first half?

How come they can score again now?

He looked at the Monaco players on the field.

Their gaze finally settled on Bernardo Silva.

It should be Bernardo Silva.

He just faked a cut inside to get past the defender.

In reality, it's a bottom-down pass with an inverted triangle pattern.

Then a Monaco player broke through from the far post and scored.

"So that's how it is."

Antonetti's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped the key to Monaco's attack.

As expected of Bernardo, his strength should not be underestimated.

Antonetti immediately shouted to the field, "Defend against him! Don't let him fake out your inside cuts again!"

the other side.

Jardim watched as his team scored at the start of the second half.

He thought to himself: I really can't give up.

As long as you keep playing with a winning mentality, the road to victory will continue to extend.

It seems he gave up too soon.

So Jardim turned and yelled at the field, "Just play like that! Don't overthink it!"

……

On the field.

Hope has been rekindled in Monaco.

"NICE!!!"

"Let's go!!!"

Carrillo and Jiang Ming gave each other a high five.

When Bernardo Silva passed the ball back from the byline, he originally intended to shoot directly.

But they are also worried about wasting opportunities like before.

So, taking advantage of the moment the ball reached his feet, he simply lifted his foot slightly and let the ball pass.

And Jiang Ming lived up to expectations, actually anticipating the position and making a run to score.

As expected, Jiang was right.

Give him all the balls!

……

"Beep—"

The goal was confirmed, and the referee pointed to the center circle, signaling for play to resume.

Monaco pulled one back, finally no longer being constantly pressured like in the first half.

Most importantly, they proved to Lille that they can score goals!

So after the game resumed, the situation on the field gradually became tense.

Lille's style of play is more about possession.

Through continuous passing, they gradually broke apart Monaco's midfield.

However, Fabinho and Bakayoko anchor the midfield.

This tactic requires a lot of time and carries the risk of being dispossessed.

……

The two sides continued like this for twenty minutes.

Jiang Ming dribbled the ball forward twice in a row.

He was knocked down by Amadu once.

A through ball was sent to Costa on the left wing, but Pavard cleared the ball in advance.

Lille were also forced to tighten their formation and dare not push forward as recklessly as they had in the first half.

The 65th minute of the match.

The fans in the live stream were starting to get a little impatient.

"Is Lille starting to play possession-based football?"

"If you don't want to play, just go down there. Passing the ball around like this is making people sleepy."

"I can't take it anymore. Can't Monaco take it and beat him up? Let's see if he's still acting like a dog here."

"There's nothing we can do, Monaco can't get the ball right now, what can we do..."

Before the barrage of comments could finish, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

Balmon received the pass and was about to pass it forward.

As a result, Jiang Ming happened to be standing in his passing lane.

This forced him to shift his focus.

Snapped--

Balmon kicked the ball away in another direction.

Amadou is preparing to receive the ball.

However, Carrillo in the attacking third had already quickly tracked back.

They intercepted the ball before he could reach it.

"What's going on in Monaco...?"

"Having midfielders positioned in the passing lanes forces the opponent to change their target."

"Then let the attacking players in the frontcourt make tackles from front to back."

"It's like when a goalkeeper takes a kick and an opponent coming back from behind the goal line steals the ball."

"Such interceptions from outside the player's field of vision significantly lower their guard when receiving the ball!"

"Yardin's move was brilliant!" Zhang Lu exclaimed.

Carrillo didn't stop after intercepting the ball.

He passed the ball across to Jiang Ming, who had already made a run forward.

Jiang Ming looked up.

Bernardo Silva on the right flank was completely surrounded this time.

They couldn't find a good offensive route.

But that's the mindset of a useless person...

Thinking it over, he accelerated and dribbled forward again.

"Jiang Ming is dribbling forward! He's probably looking for an opportunity to pass to Costa on the left wing, right?" Zhan Jun muttered.

"B. Silva is being targeted too hard; he currently only has one passing option."

"Pavard has also activated, ready to assist Amadu in defense!"

"Jiang Ming faced the incoming shot, and swung his leg..."

"He's about to pass? No! He spiked the ball!"

"Wow! He really got past Amadu! He didn't pass the ball, is he planning to take it himself?"

"He's brought to the edge of the penalty area; now he can shoot himself, right?"

"Pause... lob pass! My God, feint! No shot."

"A lobbed pass to Costa on the left wing!"

"Costa! A delicate chip shot from a tight angle!"

"Goal!!"

"Costa didn't waste his chance! He received a lobbed pass from Jiang Ming and curled a shot into the far corner from a tight angle, leveling the score!"

"The score is now 2-2 in the 65th minute! Both sides are back to square one!"

Zhan Jun was almost out of breath after he finished speaking.

This young man has such a variety of feints.

There was even a fake shot with a real pass.

He's practically a psychology master!

……

Sidelines.

"nice shot!"

Yaldin clenched his fist heavily.

It's even now.

Even though the score was tied, the game went into overtime.

He also had reason to believe that his side could win the penalty shootout!

After all, coming back from a two-goal deficit to tie the game is incredibly motivating!

Antonetti on the other side had the same idea.

After conceding two goals in quick succession, their own players might falter in the penalty shootout.

No, that won't work!

We must seize the home advantage.

So he shouted onto the field again, "Be tough! Stop letting that Chinese kid dribble forward!"

He had come to realize that the real core of Monaco was this young Chinese man.

He was blinded by Bernardo Silva's breakthrough.

But it doesn't matter, as long as we restrain this Chinese kid, everything is still possible!

……

Both teams returned to the center circle, and the game restarted.

This time, Lille's players began to follow their coach's instructions.

Iron-blooded!

They seemed to be possessed by the spirit of Madrid.

In the 74th minute, Ronnie Lopez unleashed a long-range shot from just outside Monaco's penalty area, which grazed the post and went wide.

In the 81st minute, Benzia's shot inside the penalty area was brilliantly saved by Subasic.

The two sides fought back and forth, battling until the very last moment.

The 87th minute of the match.

There are only three minutes left in regulation time before overtime begins.

Jiang Ming received the ball in the middle.

Facing Amadou's aggressive tackle.

He slumped his shoulders and feinted, while simultaneously making continuous footwork.

With a flick and a hook, he dribbles past the opponent with his tail!

Amadou was distraught after seeing his team concede two goals.

Jiang Ming actually managed to easily outmaneuver them.

Fortunately, this Chinese kid isn't very fast.

If you can't get away too far immediately, there's room for redemption.

Amadou immediately tackled from behind!

"Beep—"

The referee immediately blew his whistle and pulled out a yellow card.

"pretty!"

Instead of criticizing, Antonetti on the sidelines praised loudly.

That was a good tactical foul!

The ball can leave, but the people must stay.

We must not give Monaco a chance to break through our defense.

"Hey hey hey! Isn't that a red card? A tackle from behind!"

Yaldin was indignant and went to the fourth official to appeal.

However, appeals are destined to be futile.

Monaco should have launched an attack.

It eventually turned into a free kick at the edge of the penalty area.

"Don't rush, form a wall, and once the goalkeeper gets the ball, immediately launch a counter-attack!"

Jiang Ming was pulled up from the ground by B.

"Are you alright?" B asked his younger brother with concern.

"It's okay, luckily I'm pretty resistant to grass." Jiang Ming touched his ankle.

He thought to himself that it must be the physical endurance provided by Brother B's Iron Man module that was taking effect.

"Wait and see, I'll use this free kick opportunity to avenge you," Bernardo Silva said calmly.

Jiang Ming thought for a moment and then said, "Do you remember when you asked me if I wanted to take the punishment?"

Bernardo Silva nodded upon hearing this.

The last time was in the match against Anderlecht.

The kid kept staring at the ball in his hand.

In the end, he took the penalty.

Thinking of this, Bernard understood: "You're going to do it yourself this time?"

Jiang Ming nodded.

"Okay, your footwork is pretty good, I believe you."

Bernardo Silva decisively passed the ball to Jiang Ming.

"Oh? Jiang Ming has taken over the free-kick duty from Bernardo Silva!" Zhan Jun exclaimed. "At this crucial moment, he's going to take the free kick himself!"

The live broadcast camera focused on the young Chinese people on the field.

He straightened the ball and took two steps back.

The human wall opposite was already prepared, with their hands behind their backs and their crotches covered.

The goalkeeper also spread his arms and swung them from side to side, trying to interfere with the decision.

"His eyes revealed a resolute determination."

"It reveals a firm resolve."

"It also reveals a hint of ferocity."

"Beep—"

The referee whistle blows.

Jiang Ming no longer hesitated.

Follow the stride forward.

In place.

Swing your leg.

Right under everyone's noses.

The free kick grazed the top of the wall.

"That ball went high!" Zhan Jun stood up instinctively, full of regret.

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The ball was like a leaf falling from a branch.

Falling.

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Pierre-Mauroy, the stadium with a capacity of 50,000, fell into a deathly silence.