novellk Chapter 46 What is a blacksmith?
Chapter 46 What is a blacksmith?
The referee was standing not far away, his hands outstretched, signaling for the game to continue.
The confrontation is entirely justified.
Taking advantage of the half-meter gap created by Inigo's fall, Falcao used his right foot as a pivot point to forcefully complete a 180-degree turn.
At this angle, which is extremely close to the baseline and offers almost no room to move.
He swung his right leg directly, meeting the ball as it landed, and struck it with the instep with extreme force.
"boom!"
The ball transformed into a blur, hurtling straight towards the top of the goal.
"Clang!"
An extremely loud metallic explosion resounded above the Anoeta Stadium!
The ball slammed against the underside of the crossbar. With a violent rebound, it bounced high into the air, heading straight for the center of the penalty area before dipping.
Another unfortunate goalpost!
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Command area on the sidelines.
Simone put his hands in the pockets of his black suit trousers and suddenly twisted his neck.
Hearing the loud thud of the beam, the old man's gaze didn't linger on Falcao for even a second.
He turned his head immediately, his gaze quickly scanning the grass inside the penalty area.
He's already used to blacksmithing!
But it's okay, they have a blacksmith here!
Generally speaking, if a follow-up shot is difficult, then this kind of follow-up shot that hits the post is the most difficult.
Because after the football bounces off the post, there is absolutely no pattern to it.
But Simone always found out!
Li Jing's positioning was like that of a real assassin.
Even if it's just a pillar, Li Jing can appear immediately!
……
as predicted.
On the left flank of the penalty area, completely ignored by Real Sociedad's two midfielders.
That tall figure wearing the number 13 jersey had already shaken off all the defensive entanglements.
He positioned himself precisely beneath the ball just as it was about to fall.
Simone's eye twitched uncontrollably twice, and he cursed aloud.
"Is this kid carrying a Dongfeng-41 missile?"
Simone turned his head away, gritting his teeth.
He glanced at Kirk on the bench, who was gripping the wooden carving tightly.
"It's only been sixty minutes! They said they'd make a substitution when it's 5-1."
"Is it about to be fulfilled?"
……
Inside the penalty area.
Mikel, another center-back for Real Sociedad, turned his head.
Seeing Li Jing suddenly appear below the landing point, my scalp tingled.
He scrambled and stumbled toward the landing spot, but even Inigo beside him couldn't catch up.
A sense of despair welled up in my heart.
"Is this kid some kind of slippery eel?! When did he get behind my defensive zone?!"
Li Jing stood still, raising his head slightly.
In his mind, the tactical awareness map provided by the [Legendary Off-the-Ball Movement] had already marked this landing point as the absolute bullseye.
Within a fraction of a second of the ball hitting the crossbar, the system provided the only optimal opening.
He just had to walk over and stand there.
The ball, carrying immense kinetic energy from its high-altitude descent, hurtled downwards.
As Li Jing faced the ball, the "World-Class First Touch" technique instantly activated in his mind.
He slightly pulled his chest inward. He didn't use his feet to control the ball at all, but rather utilized the curve of his chest.
It was placed on top with extreme lightness.
The gravitational potential energy from the fall was completely dissipated the moment it touched his chest.
The ball rolled obediently down his chest and abdomen, landing firmly about twenty centimeters in front of his right foot.
There was no extra rebound.
The ball has just been controlled.
Mikel and Inigo, one on each side, were already closing in at full speed with their eyes red.
The two men immediately put down their shovels, preparing to close the door and lock him in.
Li Jing remained completely calm. His massive body displayed an agility that was disproportionate to his size within the extremely confined space of the penalty area.
The inside of the right foot.
He flicked the ball left and right twice in quick succession.
First, dodge to the left to avoid Mikel's shoe sole, then immediately dodge to the right to avoid Inigo's sliding tackle.
In the final ten seconds before the two defenders closed the goal, they managed to create an opening for a shot.
Goalkeeper Bravo, seeing Li Jing's kicking motion, fell to the ground in advance, attempting to block the bottom left corner.
A perfect blockade!
Bravo's intuition as a goalkeeper told him...
He won this time!
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but!
Li Jing raised his right foot.
Surprisingly, he didn't shoot directly!
The toe of the shoe was inserted into the bottom of the ball very discreetly, and the ankle was gently lifted upwards.
The ball sailed over the sliding tackle of Inigo and also over goalkeeper Bravo's arm.
It was delivered with remarkable precision back to Falcao's feet, who had just gotten up.
Falcao himself was stunned for half a second.
He never imagined that after such a chaotic scramble, the ball would return to him at such a comfortable height.
"Get in!"
Without hesitation, Falcao swung his left foot fiercely at the ball in mid-air.
Another powerful shot, delivered with no reservations!
Then, Falcao himself was dumbfounded!
"Bang!"
A second, extremely piercing metallic clang echoed throughout the stadium!
The ball slammed into the left post of the goal, splashing water from the grass at the base of the post.
With an extremely exaggerated deflection angle, it was once again launched far out of the penalty area!
……
The chat sections of major domestic sports live streaming platforms erupted in excitement after hearing the second muffled thud of the ball hitting the frame.
The text scrolls so fast that it completely doubles.
"Holy crap! Falcao definitely didn't check the almanac before leaving home today! Are those goalposts magnets?! Two goals in a row!"
"Why are you all staring at that damn door frame! Look at Li Jing! How the hell did he do that! How come he's everywhere!"
"Have all the Real Sociedad defenders had a stroke? This penalty area has become like a wide-open road where anyone can just stroll around!"
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on the field.
Real Sociedad midfielder Antoine Griezmann had already turned around, preparing to run into midfield to receive a possible counter-attack.
Two loud clanging sounds made him turn around immediately.
My eyes eagerly searched for the landing point of the ball that had bounced back again.
The ball arced through the air and landed directly at the edge of the penalty area.
next second.
Griezmann's pupils dilated to their maximum size instantly, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit a whole fist.
He stared intently at the edge of the penalty area.
The figure wearing the number 13 jersey was once again firmly positioned directly beneath the falling ball!
"Damn it!"
Griezmann's gaze swept over the object, and he had already moved his feet in the instant, unleashing the most offensive French profanity.
The Frenchman was plunged into a state of extreme self-doubt and collapse.
"Is this even human? How could he possibly have arrived at the same spot as that ghost that bounced off the pillar before it did?!"
"Is it open or closed?"
This is completely illogical.
If he could, Griezmann would like to slice up Li Jing's brain to see how it is structured inside!
That number 13 was just lobbing a pass inside the penalty area, how did he suddenly retreat to outside the penalty area?
And it's even faster than the speed at which the ball flies!
Griezmann simply couldn't understand it.
Li Jing certainly didn't teleport.
The moment Falcao unleashed his powerful left-footed shot.
Li Jing only anticipated the possibility!
So, at the same time Falcao fired.
Li Jing turned around immediately.
With his super-powerful burst of [world-class extreme speed], he ran towards the rebound landing point marked by the system before anyone else could react.
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In the domestic broadcasting studio.
He Wei grabbed the microphone from the table. The movement was so sudden that he jumped up from his commentary chair.
"He got the ball! It's Li Jing again!"
He Wei's voice was extremely hoarse, and he roared wildly, his voice completely cracking.
"He got the ball at the ball for the third time! Real Sociedad's penalty area has completely become his own backyard!"
"And as he walked, the ball ended up at his feet!"
"Incredible prediction! Incredible positioning!"
……
At the edge of the penalty area.
Li Jing stretched out his right foot and, just as the ball hit the ground, landed it with remarkable stability.
None of the Real Sociedad players dared to press them easily; they were all terrified by Li Jing's extremely unpredictable and continuous runs.
Li Jing raised his head.
He glanced inside the penalty area.
Falcao was sweating profusely with anxiety. The South American striker was frantically slapping his thighs, his face filled with extreme frustration at hitting the post with his foot.
Li Jing had no intention of taking a long-range shot himself.
"Falcao!!"
The voice just fell.
Li Jing aimed the outside of his right foot at the ball under his foot and flicked it forward with extreme dexterity.
The ball, with an extremely exaggerated inward curve, flew directly over the heads of Real Sociedad's three central defenders who were in a chaotic defensive scramble.
the third time.
It rolled comfortably, with an extremely comfortable lead time, to Falcao's left foot.
This is like forcibly stuffing meat into someone's mouth!
Falcao's eyes turned completely red.
His frustration and anger from missing the target twice in a row finally erupted the moment he saw the third time the cake was offered.
"If this doesn't go in soon, I'm retiring on the spot!"
Falcao roared, his left foot slamming into the grass for support.
His right leg swung violently backward, striking the ball and the player.
He slammed the ball into the center of the goal, which was completely unprotected by the goalkeeper!
"Whoosh!"
The ball slammed into the white net without any resistance, pushing the net up high.
5: 1!
The Holocaust has come true!
Falcao finally completed his hat trick!
Falcao headed straight into the net and scooped the ball out of the net with both hands.
He grabbed the ball, turned, and charged toward Li Jing outside the penalty area.
Using the momentum of running.
Falcao jumped up and tackled Li Jing hard onto the pitch of the Anoeta Stadium.
"You get all my goal bonus! I'm giving you all my goal bonus tonight!"
Falcao shouted frantically in Li Jing's ear.
The other Atletico Madrid players rushed over and piled on top of Li Jing.
Gabi and Costa were pounding the grass wildly.
……
Sidelines. Away team's bench.
The moment Kirk saw the ball hit the net, he sprang up from his plastic seat.
With practiced ease, he shoved the pointed wooden carving he was clutching tightly into the deepest pocket of his trousers.
"Five to one! Good heavens, it's finally five to one!"
Kirk grabbed the zipper of his thick substitute jacket with both hands and yanked it down hard.
He took off his coat and threw it roughly onto the bench.
He was wearing his competition t-shirt underneath and sprinted all the way to the edge of the command area.
Koke stood directly behind Simeone and yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Boss! It's 5-1 now!"
Kirk jumped up and down twice, extremely eager.
"I'm totally warmed up! I'm not sweating at all! Let me go up now!"
Simone turned around and looked at the boy, whose face was flushed with anxiety.
"Alright, go fill out the replacement list!"
Simone waved impatiently at the teaching assistant.
Kirk was so excited he almost did a somersault on the spot, snatching the tactical clip from Burgos's hand.
He personally took the pen and started frantically scribbling on the form, afraid that the old man might change his mind at any moment.
Burgos was somewhat helpless.
"Hey, watch your manners, kid!"
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at this time.
The away team's stand is located at the highest point of the Anoeta Stadium.
More than 3,000 Atletico Madrid fans went into a state of frenzied celebration!
This is a completely different world from the utterly devastated look they had when they conceded a goal just two minutes into the game.
Large swaths of red and white jerseys were torn off by the frenzied fans, who clutched them tightly in their hands and waved them wildly like towels.
That burly, shirtless man with a body full of fat, who had just hit Li Jing with a mineral water bottle, was now the absolute leader in the stands.
He stomped hard on the rickety iron railing at the very front, with most of his body leaning over the edge of the stands.
His two thick arms were covered with bulging veins, and he was wildly waving a red and white flag with the huge Atlético Madrid logo on it!
"Olay—Olay—!"
"Atletico Madrid! The Rossoneri crush everything!"
The deafening Atlético Madrid anthem boomed through the air above the Anoeta Stadium.
The roar of several thousand people completely drowned out the voices of tens of thousands of home fans!
This group of expeditionary soldiers is now absolutely thrilled.
A 7-0 victory a few days ago, plus the current 5-1!
They scored a total of twelve goals against the opposing team in two matches!
Is this still the same relegation team that got completely crushed in the first half of the season?
At this moment, Atletico Madrid's momentum completely turned the tables, transforming the Basques' intimidating home ground into Calderón's backyard!
……
The match has reached the 68th minute.
The huge score difference did not cool down the intensity of the competition on the field.
In fact, quite the opposite.
Atletico Madrid's group of ruthless players, blinded by rage, were infected by Simeone's insane physical training and Li Jing's frenzied running.
The smell of gunpowder emanating from these guys was so strong that striking a match would set the lawn ablaze.
Royal Sociedad, halftime.
Left-back De la Bella stretched out his foot with great difficulty near the sideline, barely managing to stop goalkeeper Bravo's long clearance.
The poor left-back didn't even have time to catch his breath.
He looked up.
Then I saw Atletico Madrid captain Gabi.
That guy was like a starving wolf, sliding across the wet, slippery grass with his shoes and all, with extreme ferocity!
They showed absolutely no intention of stopping!
This is all aimed at keeping the player and the ball stuck in one place!
Dela Bella's pupils constricted sharply in fright, and her scalp tingled.
He knew all too well the style of these Atlético Madrid players.
If you dare to hold onto the ball in your own half a second in the backfield, they will absolutely use the most brutal methods to snatch it away.
In the midst of panic.
De la Bella didn't even bother to look up at the receiving point ahead.
He swung his right foot and kicked the ball hard out of bounds.
"Bang!"
The ball flew high, crossed the sideline, and slammed hard onto the commercial sign on the sidelines.
The referee immediately blew his whistle.
The whistle blew short and loud, and the referee turned around, raising his arm to point out of the field.
A Real Sociedad player touched the ball out of bounds; it's an Atletico Madrid throw-in.
A dead ball has appeared.
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