novelODS Chapter 42 Violent Long-Range Shot!
Chapter 42 Violent Long-Range Shot!
Real Sociedad's defensive line, which had just been planning to push forward, was instantly thrown into chaos.
Defender Inigo Martinez was terrified.
He retreated frantically towards his own penalty area while yelling and shouting at his teammates on both sides.
"Don't pounce on him! Just stay close!"
"Don't worry about his long-range shots!"
"He can't do it."
"Let him dribble on his own! Block off all of Falcao and Costa's passing lanes!"
In the tactical understanding of this group of Real Sociedad players.
A defensive midfielder who is responsible for the dirty work of hand-to-hand combat throughout the game has extremely crude footwork skills.
Not to mention long-range shots.
As soon as he gets it.
Then teammates would start chattering frantically, yelling, "Don't shoot, pass it!"
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Accompanied by Inigo's command.
The Royal Society's defensive line quickly retreated.
They generously left a full five meters of space in front of Li Jing, right in front of their own penalty area!
Li Jing dribbled the ball at top speed to a position about 30 meters away from the goal.
There wasn't even a single defender pressing them from the sidelines.
He looked up and glanced at Inigo, who was frantically retreating into the penalty area.
His facial muscles twitched, as if he had never actually demonstrated a shot from this position before.
No long-range shots?
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Li Jing instantly locked onto the absolute top right corner of the goal.
Wind direction, distance, ball weight, goalkeeper's position.
Everything was frantically poured into the brain.
Li Jing showed no intention of dribbling forward or passing the ball to Falcao beside him.
His left foot slammed heavily onto the grass to the left of the ball.
The immense force of the impact created a deep mud pit, scattering grass everywhere.
The right leg was stretched to its absolute limit in mid-air, with the entire leg exerting full force.
Aiming at the bottom half of the ball, he slammed it up with extreme force!
"boom!"
A deafening explosion erupted from the quiet Anoeta Stadium!
The ball underwent extremely severe deformation visible to the naked eye under the impact of the enormous force!
It has an extremely terrifying initial velocity and an extremely unreasonable external spin.
The ball traced an extremely bizarre, anti-physics S-shaped arc in mid-air.
This is the arc that appears when performing a powerful instep strike.
It hurtled straight toward the top right corner of the goal with the force of tearing through the air!
Goalkeeper Bravo was initially watching Falcao's run.
Hearing that exaggerated sound of the ball being hit.
He turned his head sharply, his pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
Because the ball was rapidly zooming in on him.
Bravo leaped with all his might, stretching his entire body and extending his arms to their physiological limits.
But he discovered in despair.
The fingertips of his gloves were still a terrifying distance of a whole hand's width from the whistling ball!
"Whoosh!"
The ball slammed heavily into the white net.
The immense inertia pushed the net into an extremely exaggeratedly deep crater!
1: 1!
Atletico Madrid, who fell behind at the start,
Li Jing unleashed an unstoppable, devastating world-class shot.
The score is tied!
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Sidelines.
Simone's hands, which he had been holding in front of his chest in a serious manner, suddenly trembled.
Upon seeing that extremely powerful long-range shot from thirty meters away, the old man froze on the spot.
His mouth was wide open enough to fit a big apple, and his eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
woc!
woc! woc! woc!
This is a Tibetan!
This guy actually had a hidden long-range shooting skill?
next second.
Simone turned his head sharply.
He gripped assistant coach Burgos's shoulders tightly with both hands and began to shake him violently.
"This kid actually knows how to shoot from such an unreasonable distance?!"
Simone got so excited that he started swearing.
"Just how many things is he still hiding right under my nose?!"
Burgos was so shaken that he was dizzy and unable to utter a single word.
……
The Atlético Madrid die-hards in the away stands fell into absolute silence for three seconds.
Followed by.
A deafening roar erupted, loud enough to lift the entire roof off the Anoeta Stadium!
That big man who just threw his scarf on the ground.
He stepped directly onto the plastic seat in front of him.
He ripped open his shirt, grabbed it, and waved it wildly until his voice was hoarse.
"I take back what I just said! Li Jing is my biological father!"
"That was a world-class goal, holy crap!"
"I'm sorry, I apologize, I'm guilty! I admit I was thinking just now that this guy was wasting possession with that shot!"
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In the domestic broadcasting studio.
He Wei was so excited that he jumped up from his chair.
He swung his right hand so violently that he knocked the silver thermos on the table to the ground.
"Clang!"
Hot water was poured directly onto his shoes, but he didn't even flinch.
"Goal!!! Oh my god!"
He Wei's voice cracked and split due to excessive excitement.
"What kind of divine long-range shot was that! A powerful cannon shot!"
"Pure violent aesthetics from thirty meters away! Real Sociedad's overconfident retreat resulted in the most devastating price!"
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The Real Sociedad home coach bench.
Philip's smug expression froze instantly.
His face turned deathly pale in an instant.
But he gritted his teeth and forced down the panic that was rising in his heart.
Philip rushed straight to the white line at the very edge of the command area and began clapping his hands with tremendous force.
"It's okay! It's all okay! Everyone, lift your heads!"
Philip yelled at his own players, who were still somewhat dazed on the field.
"That last shot was pure luck! He's a defensive midfielder; he couldn't score a shot like that even if he took a thousand shots!"
"Don't be intimidated! Keep pushing forward according to our tactics! Get the ball from him!"
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on the field.
Griezmann grimaced as he got up from the grass.
He rubbed his aching outer thigh muscles with great pain.
He was knocked down and is still lying on the ground!
How did they score?
Lower your head.
I glanced at the red gummy candy that I had just spat out of my mouth and that had fallen to the ground covered in mud.
Griezmann kicked the gummy bear five meters away with utter disgust.
Listening to the coach's desperate shouts from the sidelines, Griezmann's brow furrowed even deeper.
Was it a fluke?
He turned his head and stared intently at Li Jing, who was slowly walking back with an extremely calm expression.
The memory of Li Jing's steal came back to mind.
Griezmann shuddered.
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The referee blew the whistle again, and the game restarted.
The players from both sides continued to engage in fierce, close-quarters combat near the center circle.
But only five minutes had passed.
It was in the 22nd minute of the match.
The chill in Griezmann's heart shot straight up his spine to the top of his head.
He was the first to discover an extremely terrifying fact on the field.
Real Sociedad displayed their signature high-pressing, attacking tactics for the first fifteen minutes of the match, a style they were very proud of.
After Li Jing decided to defend the middle lane alone.
It couldn't even perform the slightest function!
No matter how the four midfielders switch positions and pull back, no matter which direction the ball wants to go, they pass the ball in his direction.
That enormous figure.
He always manages to be half a second ahead, perfectly positioned in the passing lane, completely disrupting the connection with his body!
Griezmann stood on the field, panting heavily, his back completely chilled.
He tried to move out of position, but found that he couldn't get out of Li Jing's coverage area at all!
That's disgusting!
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