The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 371 You Can Always Trust Gaio (Part 2)
Gaio fell to the ground, and Evans hurriedly kicked the ball out of bounds.

He immediately shook his finger to indicate that this was not a foul.

This scene,
It instantly set the entire Old Trafford stadium ablaze!
The fans in the west stand stood up first, pointing at Gaio in the penalty area and shouting at the top of their lungs—

"Diving!"

"That's fucking diving!"

"The dancing was so fake!"

Someone threw their scarf against the railing with a loud thud, followed by a torrent of angry curses that flooded the field.

Manchester United fans joined those around them in shouting "liar!"

They were trying to influence referee Clattenburg's decision.

On the field.

Liverpool players immediately raised their hands to indicate that it was a penalty.

Gerrard pointed into the penalty area, shouting, "Penalty! It's a clear penalty!"

Henderson ran over and blocked the Manchester United player who was about to argue, his voice urgent, "He tripped over his leg! How could it not be a penalty?"

Clattenburg frowned.

He glanced back at Bian Cai and pinched the whistle between his fingers.

Manchester United players have already surrounded them.

Evans was extremely anxious. Although he knew that he had stretched out his leg incorrectly, Gaio's movement was obviously wrong. How could it be such a coincidence that he hooked his ankle?
"He faked a fall! Look at his actions! He should get a yellow card!"

Rooney pointed at Gaio and shouted at the referee, "This is all staged! Old Trafford doesn't tolerate this kind of cheating!"

drop!
The next moment, the whistle suddenly blew.

Short and crisp.

Clattenburg raised his hand and pointed to the penalty spot.

The movements were precise and unambiguous.

Evans stuck his foot out, and that's the biggest problem.

Nothing happens if he doesn't stretch his leg.

The Manchester United players were absolutely furious.

Buttner rushed forward, almost touching the referee, and was about to speak when Giggs grabbed him.

Manchester United players shook their heads, disagreeing with the decision.

The angry shouts from the stands grew louder.

"Black whistle!"

"This is something to brag about?! Clattenburg, you might as well just put on a Liverpool jersey!"

Moyes, standing on the sidelines, was clearly very dissatisfied and agitated, unleashing a torrent of angry words.

Then Clattenburg went to the Manchester United sideline and gave him a yellow card.

Gaio was lying on the ground clutching his ankle and clapping his hands, but then he saw the referee blow the whistle to award a penalty.

Gently massage your ankle.

The team doctor came over and gave her some basic treatment.

Gaio grimaced as he sat up, then, with Suarez's help, stood up.

Gaio pretended to be uncomfortable and took a few steps, pacing himself and adjusting his shin guards.

A set of procedures is completed.

If Evans hadn't stretched out his foot, it would have been very difficult for him to pass the ball.

But the problem is that Evans stretched out his foot.

While the Manchester United players were still causing trouble for Clattenburg, Henderson stepped in to protect the referee, pushing away any Manchester United players who tried to get close to him.

now,

Gary Neville felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit. "Wait! What is this?! His leg went limp on its own! Evans didn't even touch his supporting leg! This is diving! A naked dive!"
Gaio's eager kick to Evans's leg, followed by his body lurching to the ground, was more fake than acting! How could Clattenburg not see it?

The smiles of Manchester United fans, players, and legends will not disappear.

It will simply be transferred.

Boot Room Tavern.

Ted slammed his beer mug on the table, spilling beer all over his clothes without even wiping it off, and yelled, "Beautiful! That's a fucking penalty! Well done, Gaio!"

A young fan at the next table slammed his fist on the table, his voice shrill and cracking, "That's how you should play! You have to highlight Gaio's strengths!"

"We should have given the ball to Gaio! He can tear their defense apart! That powerful shot missed, but this penalty made up for it!"

Old George, though suppressing a smile, didn't look or say anything.

Ted laughed loudly, "Hahaha, what did I tell you? You can always trust Gaio! The Manchester United fans were just yelling nonsense, now look how smug they are!"

The footage of Manchester United players arguing with the referee was still playing on TV.

The shouts inside the tavern grew louder and louder.

The words "Gaio" and "penalty" mingled with the clinking of beer glasses, turning all the pent-up anger into anticipation.

Old George's gaze fell on Gaio on the screen, who was carrying the ball and walking towards the penalty spot. He said softly, "Stay calm, kid, this ball can go in."

The noise at Old Trafford subsided slightly.

All eyes were on De Gea.

Their eyes were full of expectation; this was their last hope.

In the away section, Liverpool fans were chanting Gaio's name wildly.

Gaio placed the ball steadily at the penalty spot.

I stepped on the surrounding grass.

Avoid small pits.

It's not uncommon for some players to secretly stomp a hole in the penalty spot with their boots.

Some people were even spotted by the referee and received yellow cards.

These are all just tricks on the court.

of course,

There are also fans.

From Gaio walking to the penalty spot to now placing the ball properly.

The red stands behind the goal looked like boiling water.

Countless hisses, accompanied by spittle, rained down upon us. They weren't scattered sounds, but rather the shouts of thousands of people gathered together, shaking our very souls.

Manchester United fans in the front row, their faces flushed, leaned forward, clinging to the advertising boards, and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Diving! Are you going to punish him?"

Some people even gave the middle finger from the stands, and groups of red figures swayed back and forth, deliberately obstructing his view of the goal.

In addition, there was a constant stream of angry curses.

The sounds overlapped, like a dense, impenetrable net pressing down on Gaio's head.

At that moment, Gaio seemed to them to be an utterly wicked villain, a death row inmate.

It would be a lie to say that Gaio is completely unaffected by these things.

But he was able to focus on the area in front of the goal, and the boos and provocations from the crowd twelve yards out became insignificant background noise.

drop!
Clattenburg blew his whistle, signaling that the ball could be kicked off.

Gaio took a deep breath.

He knew that De Gea's penalty-saving skills were relatively low, but he still wanted to do his best!

at this time,

Not only was the entire Old Trafford stadium focused on Gaio, but countless fans watching the broadcast, from England to all of Europe and around the world, were also watching.

Countless eyes were focused on this eighteen-year-old French prodigy.

Gaio moved.

Without any feints or pauses during the run-up, he unleashed a powerful kick!
Bang!
The football flew towards the goal with incredible speed!

Gaio's kick was incredibly powerful.

He didn't try to hide his movement, and De Gea guessed the right direction, roughly knowing that Gaio was going to kick the top corner.

however,
As he leaped off the ground, the football beat him to it, passing over his hand.

Bang!
Gaio's shot was taken at a very tricky angle.

The football flew over De Gea and struck the crossbar with a metallic sound.

Fortunately, the ball hit the underside of the crossbar.

It bounced back into the net!

The ball went in!
2-1!

Liverpool pull one back!
When De Gea knelt on the ground and looked back, all he saw was the still-swaying net.

Gaião was already rushing towards the Liverpool fan section, holding up his jersey by the collar, looking extremely excited.

At this moment, the eighteen-year-old shoulders bore the heavy responsibility of Liverpool's counterattack! They were still behind.

Perhaps they shouldn't have celebrated like this, but Gaio couldn't help it; he needed to vent!
he roared.

The roar from his throat broke through the noise of Old Trafford.

The angry shouts and boos from the Manchester United fans behind the goal have all disappeared.

Only the cheers of Liverpool fans in the away section floated into the sky.

Even the broadcast cameras followed him, capturing the "Gueho" logo printed on his back in clear detail.

His teammates followed him to the away team's area and waved to the stands.

The Liverpool fans in the stands, who were ecstatic, finally felt a sense of relief.

Gaio was the brightest light in this frustrating half!

"Geo!"

"Keep going! Keep going! Turn the tide against them!"

"Give the ball to Gaio, Gaio can score!"

Come on, Liverpool!

The voices of over a thousand people made no sound in the original Old Trafford stadium.

But at that moment, Manchester United fans paused slightly because of this goal.

This ensures that the voices of Liverpool fans are heard.

Henderson hugged Gaio tightly, extremely excited, and shouted, "Gaio! You fucking dragged us out of here!"

He told the truth.

Thirty minutes have passed, and Liverpool have had very few chances. They are completely dominated by Manchester United at home and have even conceded two goals.

Gaio's move salvaged the situation somewhat from the collapse of the game.

His teammates came over to hug Gaio, patting his shoulders and back, and ruffling his hair.

Gerrard and he were forehead to forehead, and Gerrard yelled, "Well done, kid! That's it!"

The celebrations on the field ended quickly.

but,

The moment the ball went in, countless Liverpool fans went wild.

They saw a glimmer of hope for a turnaround!
The EFL Cup is not over yet!

In the streets and alleys of Liverpool, and in the pubs along Anfield Road, countless expectations were mixed together.

Boot Room Tavern.

The sound of a football hitting the top of the crossbar came on TV.

The Boot Room Tavern stood still for a moment.

Everyone's breathing stopped, and their hearts felt like they stopped for a moment.

Even old George's gesture of wiping the wine glass was suspended in mid-air.

Until the football bounced into the net.

The moment De Gea knelt on the ground and turned around, the tavern exploded like a lit firecracker.

"Beautiful Gaio!"

"A power shot! That's a fucking power shot! De Gea couldn't even touch the edge!"

"Score another one! Put Manchester United down!"

The entire pub was filled with shouts, clinking glasses, and the rustling of jerseys, all of which dispelled the frustration of being down by two goals.

Even the clock on the wall seemed to be running faster.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen, waiting for the whistle to blow again so that Gaio could deliver another surprise.

Just like Ted slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "With Gaio around, we can still catch up!"

On countless television screens, the commentator's voice rang out, "This goal is far more than just a comeback to make it 2-1!"
When the team was being dominated and everyone was feeling frustrated, it was this 18-year-old Frenchman who first gave De Gea a scare with his powerful shot from outside the box that grazed the post, then broke into the penalty area to win a penalty, and finally stood at the penalty spot, facing De Gea and the boos from the entire Old Trafford stadium, and blasted the ball into the net with a powerful shot. This wasn't just taking a penalty; it was a boost to the morale of the entire Liverpool team!

Look at Manchester United's momentum just now, they controlled the tempo from the start, and the fans' shouts almost lifted the stadium up. But what happened after that goal?

That's the significance of a crucial goal!

It's not just a change in numbers; it completely turned the atmosphere of the game around!

Liverpool needs that kind of play; they need someone to step up when things get really tough!

Finally, the commentator slowed down, his tone becoming more emotional: "At 18, in the Manchester derby, away from home, he won a penalty and scored when they were behind, and it was such a fearless and powerful shot. This goal will be remembered in Gaio's career, and even more so in the hearts of Liverpool fans."

Because when the team needed a lifeline the most, it was this young man who delivered hope in the most courageous way.

Now it's 1-2, Liverpool can finally hold their heads high and compete with Manchester United properly. That's the value of this penalty.

It brought the game back to life!

Liverpool's chances have indeed improved.

The players' enthusiasm for running has noticeably increased.

Although no effect has been shown yet.

but,

Manchester United's attack was clearly met with stronger resistance.

Manchester United deliberately slowed down the pace.

I want to play it safe.

Liverpool also took this opportunity to revitalize their defense while keeping an eye on counter-attacking opportunities.

Liverpool are still trailing in the score.

But that inexplicable morale was slowly building up.

In the stands.

Ferguson looked grave.

From the moment Gaio won the penalty to the moment he converted it, Ferguson's eyes were almost never off Gaio.

He regretted it.

Extreme regret.

He could have found a way to bring in Gaio.

This should have been his last and most brilliant signing before his retirement, allowing Manchester United's attack to remain strong for several more years, even a decade or twenty!

Like Giggs, who is forty years old and still a key player for Manchester United.

In his youth, he was a striker on the team, fast and decisive in attacking and capturing territory.

As he gets a little older, he transitions to the attacking midfield position, where he can both attack and defend, organize play, and make forward runs to score goals, remaining the team's most reliable asset.

As he got older, he transitioned to midfield, taking on the role of playmaker, letting the younger players act as his younger self and complete the team's transition.

What a pity, what a pity.

Ferguson shook his head helplessly.

Now this kid has become Liverpool's sharpest weapon and a problem for Manchester United.

This will also be a problem for the future!
Wow!

Just as Ferguson was thinking about these off-field matters, suddenly there was another gasp from the stands.

Interrupt his thoughts.

He looked towards the arena.

All we could see was Suarez covering his face in regret.

On the stadium's big screen.

The video showed a replay of De Gea's brilliant save.

Ferguson, however, was completely focused on Liverpool's attacking play.

Liverpool's attacking play saw Gaião use his individual skill to cut inside, Manchester United quickly used their numerical advantage to build up their defense, but Gaião flicked his ankle and crossed from the byline!

Suarez, positioned in the middle, headed the ball forward with a flick and a flick of the wrist.

The football is heading straight for the goal!

Fortunately, De Gea reacted quickly and saved the ball, and Evans cleared it with a long kick inside the penalty area.

On the field.

Suarez reached out to Gaio, making a gesture with his index finger and thumb pinched together, leaving a small gap.

"Almost."

Gaio shrugged and ran back to his position.

Two minutes of added time were added in the first half.

It’s about to end.

(End of this chapter)