69novels Chapter 70 One Dragon
Chapter 70 One Dragon
"Ben Alfa's remarks are astonishing," Sun Chen exclaimed.
"Having played for several teams, he still couldn't shake off his arrogant and conceited personality."
"But this is also his pride as a genius."
"Let's see if he can follow through with these words and score his third goal in these final moments!"
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"Ben Alfa is as arrogant as ever."
"If he weren't arrogant, he wouldn't be like this now."
"He was unhappy with Benzema at Lyon and had a conflict with the manager, so he turned to their arch-rivals Marseille."
"He fell out with Deschamps again when he got to Marseille."
"I also had a lot of trouble at Newcastle later on."
"This guy's career has been a complete farce, he's such a child."
"It's a pity that he had the talent to be on par with Messi. Back then, French fans really regarded him as the 'French Messi'."
"Talent 20, Controversy 20, Career 1".
"But to be fair, he was in really good form today, his two goals almost crushed Monaco."
"You can only talk tough if you have the ability! Otherwise, what kind of nonsense would you be...?"
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Sidelines.
Yardin shook his head.
As expected, no team can win forever.
"Boss, what should we do? Should we replace them with Jiang and Bernardo?"
The assistant coach whispered, "Bring on two more defensive players, let's hold onto this point."
After hearing this, Yardin pondered for a moment and glanced at the field.
Nice's players are in high spirits and clearly intend to defeat them.
If we replace them, can we really hold on?
In the end, Yaldin did not choose to replace him.
I don't know if it's a hallucination.
He seemed to see a figure gradually taking shape on the field.
Yaldin decided to believe this illusion.
……
The celebrations in Nice have ended.
Monaco has also been waiting for a long time.
Both teams returned to the center circle, and the game resumed.
As soon as the game started, Ben Arfa went completely berserk.
He ignored his teammates' calls for the ball.
One person immediately started charging forward from the middle lane.
"Is Ben Alpha having too much fun?"
"It's been pasted..."
"Fabinho!"
"It sent Ben Alpha flying!"
Ben Alpha sat on the ground.
He gestured with his hands towards his teammates not far away.
Ignoring the stares of those around him, he kept complaining.
"He wouldn't pass the ball to his teammates when they asked for it, and now that they've lost possession, he's blaming them."
"Its unique and essential nature has been fully exposed."
"I reckon he wants to pull off another solo goal, just like he did at Newcastle."
"He's obsessed with scoring a third goal to complete his hat trick..."
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The 88th minute of the match.
It's Ben Arfa again, receiving the ball in the middle once more.
He kept dribbling left and right, breaking through Monaco's pressing.
He accelerated past Fabinho on a single bicycle pedal stroke.
He feinted and fell to Bakayoko with a slight sway of his shoulder.
"Ben Alpha!" Sun Chen shouted.
"Here we go again! He practically tore Monaco's defense apart single-handedly!"
"His performance in this game was explosive, it was like he was on fire!"
"Running all over the field and still so fierce in the final moments!"
"They've broken through!"
Ben Alfa broke into the penalty area.
He immediately kicked the ball.
The football flew towards the far corner.
Subasic stretched out his body and immediately leaped to make the save.
He barely touched the ball, slightly altering its trajectory.
Finally, it flew out of bounds.
Corner kick!
Ben Alfa shrugged.
On the other side, the Monaco players had reached their physical limit.
Bakayoko bent over and placed his hands on his knees.
Fabinho was panting heavily.
Even Bernardo Silva almost knelt on the ground.
The entire defensive system was crumbling.
This is the price paid for ten people to take on the challenge.
With one less person, there is an extra responsibility to shoulder.
What surprised the Monaco players was...
That Chinese kid who came in last place in the team's physical fitness test.
Just ten minutes ago, he was breathing heavily, just like them.
But at this moment, he stood like a lighthouse on the edge of his own penalty area.
"ginger……"
A sense of respect arose in the hearts of the people of Monaco.
"He's still persisting!"
Pierre, watching from the sidelines, frowned deeply.
It's surprising that Monaco still has such a survivor.
It's okay, one player like that can't cause much trouble.
Monaco has been completely defeated by his team.
As long as the corner kick is taken.
They can take advantage of Monaco's weakness in form.
Shoot the ball into the goal!
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"Beep—"
The referee blew his whistle.
Seri lowered his right hand and immediately kicked.
boom!
The football flies over the Stade Louis II.
It traces a beautiful inward spiral arc.
"They're here!" Sun Chen's tone carried a hint of nervousness.
"Who will manage to get a little something this time?"
The football slowly descended.
As the high point in Nice's combination of high speed and fast speed.
Germain took advantage of the situation.
They carried the exhausted Wallace to the ground.
He looked up at the incoming football, shifting his position at the ground.
Trying to gain some ground.
As the distance drew closer, Germain already knew the landing point.
He immediately set off and ran forward.
Two steps.
step.
Suddenly.
A figure appeared at the landing point before him.
Before Germain could react...
The figure had already deftly controlled the ball and made a run in the opposite direction.
Before the other Nice players could surround them.
They dribbled the ball away from the Monaco penalty area.
"How is that possible?"
Germain was deeply shaken.
How could Monaco's players possibly still have any energy?
Even they, as the attacking side, have run out of energy by now.
Not to mention the defending side, which has been under constant pressure.
Germain took a closer look.
He's actually the only Chinese player on the Monaco team!
He seemed completely unaffected, his breathing was steady...
There was even a hint of a smile on his lips!
Germain sensed a sense of unease.
"Quick! Stop him!"
He quickly shouted to his teammates who were playing defensively behind him.
Monaco's halftime.
Jiang Ming simply smiled slightly.
He could feel an energy surging from his body after using the Senzu Bean.
Facing Kojelo, who rushed to defend him.
Jiang Ming remained completely calm.
Use the outside of your foot to flick the ball.
Shift your center of gravity.
The ball remained under control; the inside of the foot pulled it back.
"What? A cow's tail dodging a person?"
Kogello hadn't reacted yet.
Jiang Ming had already run towards the front field.
Center circle.
Mendy, the defensive midfielder who came to cover for Nice.
They secured their positions at that moment.
Mendy watched the Chinese people getting closer and closer.
He kept a close eye on Jiang Ming's footwork.
Once the location is reached.
A steal!
"Whoosh—"
An uproar immediately erupted in the stands.
From Mendy's perspective.
He should have anticipated the move and successfully intercepted the ball.
This Chinese kid actually...
Step on it.
Pull back.
Push forward.
Crotch puncture!
Mendy looked back.
Jiang Ming has already headed to Nice for the halfway point.
Peter.
As Nice's last line of defense in this match.
11 steals, 9 successful.
Seeing his teammates get beaten by two opponents, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
He's already passed two; he can't possibly pass a third...
Peter acted immediately.
They intend to take advantage of their physical strength.
This completely thwarted Monaco's attack!
The expected outcome did not occur.
When Peter saw the Chinese boy in front of him extend his right arm and brace himself up first, he saw the boy reach out and support himself.
Then use one foot for support.
Pull the ball around in circles.
Stepping with elegant dance steps.
Break free again!
Peter didn't react for a moment.
The report stated that this young Chinese man was physically weak and lacked the ability to fight back.
But at this moment, he actually withstood himself?!
He must have played the entire match himself.
I was exhausted at the last minute.
This is what led to insufficient power.
But why does he still have the strength?
Is this guy cheating?
Peter put a bunch of questions behind him.
Nothing.
He only needs to rely on his speed as a full-back.
Just get the ball back before he does.
After all, it was mentioned in the report.
This Chinese kid has no speed.
In an instant, Peter made his judgment.
His body instinctively turned around and chased after them backfield.
When his perspective completely shifted to the front.
But Jiang Ming was nowhere to be seen.
Look up.
Jiang Ming had already appeared several meters away.
When did he get ahead?
Isn't he supposed to be slow?!
Why can you accelerate to this speed instantly after performing a difficult dribbling move?
They broke through Nice's last line of defense.
There were no more obstacles in Jiang Ming's path.
Facing Nice's goalkeeper, Cardinale.
Jiang Ming stopped in his tracks.
Aim for a distance.
It shifts out of balance.
Get close.
Concealed firing.
This ball was played in front of the entire stadium.
And even the fans around the world watching this game.
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moment.
Time seemed to have been paused.
Not a single whisper could be heard.
Only the sound of the wind remains tonight, whispering in my ears.
After a while.
"YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The entire Stade Louis II erupted in a deafening roar in an instant.
Monaco fans in red and white jerseys stood shoulder to shoulder in a human wave in the stands.
In the first row of stands closest to the pitch, Monaco's die-hard fans waved the team's flags wildly.
Even the Nice fans who had traveled from afar applauded.
"ball……"
"Goal!!!" Sun Chen grabbed the microphone on the table and shouted.
Chinese football fans watching on TV rarely heard the commentator lose his composure like this.
"What kind of goal is that?!"
"Jiang Ming, our young hero of China!"
"Nice had an attacking opportunity in the final moments of the match."
"With his almost prophetic anticipation and ghostly positioning, he got the ball ahead of Germain!"
"The subsequent counter-attack involved a 'cow tail' dribble, a feint with the ball, a Marseille turn..."
"At this moment, the legendary superstars of football history, Ronaldinho, Riquelme, Zidane..."
"Qi Qi possessed Jiang Ming's body!"
"He dribbled past three players in midfield, creating a one-on-one opportunity. Facing the goalkeeper, he aimed high and fired a close-range shot!"
"This is a true one-man attack that broke through the defense!!!"
"3-2!!!"
"Monaco, having played all their cards and seemingly exhausted all their options, actually managed to snatch a last-minute victory from Nice!!!"
Sun Chen was so excited that he was incoherent.
Various adjectives appeared in his mind, but he couldn't choose the right one.
This was the first time such a goal had occurred in his commentary career.
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Studio.
The comments paused for ten seconds, then started scrolling upwards one by one.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!!!"
"That solo run and goal, is this really a Chinese player?!"
"Just like Sun Chen said, the spirit of a legendary star has possessed Jiang Ming right now. He's not fighting alone, he's not alone!!"
"Who dares to say I, Jiang Shen, am lacking in talent!"
"With all the other players exhausted, only he could still stand firm! Only he could still score a solo goal!!"
"Jiang Shen is awesome!!"
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Sidelines.
Yaldin covered his head with his hands and opened his mouth wide.
It's like watching Guardiola score five goals in nine minutes with Lewandowski.
His joy was palpable.
He knows it!
They did not choose to replace him.
Instead, choosing to trust one's intuition is the right thing to do!
Jiang demonstrated his ability during previous training sessions!
I just didn't expect this moment to come so suddenly.
the other side.
Pierre shook his head helplessly.
With a goal like that, they deserved to lose.
"This kid..." Pierre murmured.
"I wish he were one of my players!"
Thinking about it, he looked at Ben Alfa on the field.
"Although there are players on the team who can score a goal in a solo run like that."
"Unfortunately, he wasn't born for a team..."
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On the field.
Ben Alpha watched the replay on the big screen.
This is how he imagined his hat trick to look.
He started from midfield and dribbled past his opponents.
Get away, accelerate, one-on-one, shoot.
The crowd cheered, and the cameras followed.
Everyone was cheering for him.
But reality was like a bucket of cold water.
He was not the one who accomplished all of this.
Ben Alfa frowned.
He then immediately shrugged and complained to his teammates.
Come on!
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Monaco residents celebrated the completion of the event.
The game has restarted.
The Nice players were still reeling from the goal they had just scored.
They had already seen the shadow of a reversal.
But now the score is 3-2.
Monaco is in the lead.
Time is running out, only a few minutes left.
Both sides fought until the very last moment.
"Beep~ Beep~ Beep—"
The referee blew the final whistle.
"The match is over!"
"This key match of the 24th round of Ligue 1 has now come to an end."
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Post-match press conference.
Pierre took a sip of water and said in a low voice, "Monaco has such a talented player in their team."
"As a former player for them, I am happy."
"But this time we are opponents, so I deeply regret this."
"We also have such a talented player on our team, who scored twice in this game."
"But unfortunately, Monaco had the last laugh."
Congratulations to Monaco!
A moment later.
Yalding strode into the press conference hall.
"Thanks to both sides for contributing such a thrilling goal-fest; the fans are very excited."
Yardin said calmly, "Thank you. It's only right to make the match more exciting."
The reporter immediately asked, "Let's return to the focus of this match, Jiang's final goal. As his mentor, what are your thoughts on that?"
"Puskas".
After a moment's thought, Jardim said in a deep voice, "This is absolutely a goal worthy of the Puskás Award."
"Now that Jiang has fully demonstrated his ability to break through defenses, do you have any plans to play him in an offensive position?"
Upon hearing this, Yaldin's lips curled up into a meaningful smile.
Who knows?
"He has all the qualities of an offensive player."
"His passing ability tears through the defense, and he has a full range of dribbling skills."
"Perhaps he can become our Monaco's Ronaldinho..."