When playing football, you should call it GOAT.

Chapter 29: Chen Lan, a Chinese-American Woman (Please continue reading!)

2003 3 Month 12 Day.

Evening news from French TF1 television.

The World Health Organization (WHO) has issued a global alert.

Flashback to past life memories.

He thought for a moment and dialed Claire's number: "Could you help me connect with resources in the Asian medical and pharmaceutical industry to get a batch of FFP2 standard medical masks and disinfectants?"

On the phone, Roy's voice was unusually tense.

A moment of doubt.

"FFP2 mask? He's not the team doctor."

Quickly bring up the WHO website, scan the French version of the alert, and simultaneously hold the phone between your shoulder and ear:

"Asia certainly doesn't have it, but Switzerland and Germany still have a chance."

"Roche (Switzerland), Hamilton (Switzerland), Dräger (Germany), Janssen (Belgium)"

Claire's voice was mixed with the sounds of calculator clicks and computer keyboard clicks.

"The first batch of 500 boxes of FFP2 will cost 85,000 euros including air freight premium."

"Let me check the categories: FFP2 masks, GB19082 standard medical protective clothing, non-invasive ventilators, portable pulse oximeters, concentrated peracetic acid disinfectant, rapid PCR test kits. Where did you learn all this from?"

"How much money can I access? Cash."

Roy was silent for a few seconds. "Miliajo's gift."

Claire raised an eyebrow on the other end of the phone.

"Is there anything else you need to instruct me on?"

“Targeted donations, bypassing RED and directly connecting with the research institute.”

Claire never asks for reasons.

"So that means chartering a direct flight to Baiyun Airport, which will incur additional costs. However, FedEx Logistics has had a branch there since 1999, so we can have them contact us in advance to handle customs clearance and avoid delays."

"Under what guise is the donation?"

"Lan Chen, a Chinese-American woman."

Then, he sent a text message to his mother, Chen Lan, with the message: "Buy enough food for three months and avoid crowded places."

The fluorescent light from the television screen reflected on his face, like a silent omen.

(Be careful what you say, and try to avoid commenting, as it's been censored. You wouldn't want the author to lose this book, would you?)
March 22, 2003, Ligue 1, Round 31.

Le Havre vs. Monaco.

Twenty-second minute.

Le Havre striker Osterke received a cross from midfielder Dukrok and unleashed a powerful shot from just outside the penalty area.

"Osterk! A powerful shot!!! Flavio palms it out! Squillaci clears it with a long kick!"

At the landing point, Giuly challenged for the ball with opposing player Bertan, and before losing his balance, he lobbed the ball forward.

Roy suddenly turned back and started running on his right flank, shaking off Le Havre midfielder Mansouri who was marking him by a body length.

He raised his right arm to point out his running route to Giuly, and kicked up debris as his left foot stepped onto the turf.
Giuly flicked the ball with his toe before falling! It seemed to have eyes, heading straight for Roy on the right wing!

The moment you receive the ball, lightly brush it with the outside of your right foot, precisely cushioning the impact and taming the bouncing ball into a low, rolling motion.

The Canal+ commentator's voice suddenly rose: "Giuly's lobbed pass before he fell! This ball is like it was guided by GPS! Roy receives the ball on the right! Le Havre's defense is still retreating, does this mean disaster is about to strike!"

Monaco fans in the away section stood up and shouted: "ALLEZ ROI—!!!"

"Roy receives the ball! Mansouri closes in!!! Sudden stop! Second start!!!"

Turn your right foot in a 45-degree angle to the inside, inducing Mansouri to shift his weight to the right.

He stopped abruptly with the ball on the ball with the ball of his left foot, inducing Mansouri to extend his leg.

Mansouri, trying to keep up with Roy's rhythm, moved forward with inertia. Roy pushed off with his left foot and accelerated, then suddenly poked the ball forward five meters with his right toe, while his left shoulder slumped down and collided with Mansouri's ribs.

Le Havre fans gasped: "PUTAIN!"

"Putain" is a derogatory term for sex workers in French (similar to the English "whore"), which literally translates to "female sex worker," but it is rarely used in its literal sense in practice.

A mixture of shock, adoration, and raw intimacy, it needs to be muted during live television broadcasts, but is used more often in the locker room than "hello."

"Look at that change of direction! Mansouri is like an oak tree struck by lightning! Roy's acceleration made the camera lens shake! My God, his acceleration is like he has a rocket booster—!!!"

Mansouri, who had been beaten, knelt down and pounded the grass, cursing in Arabic.

Le Havre's left center-back, Henin, lunged forward, raising his right arm to signal another defender, Mato, to help him close the goal, while simultaneously leaning to the left to intercept Roy's advance.

"Double attack! Closed in?! No—a flick with the outside of the foot!!!"

As Roy approached the two defenders, he flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot into an open space 5 meters away. He then feinted left and right, forcefully squeezing through the gap between the two defenders, violently dismantling the closing defense. His jersey was torn to shreds in the instant he broke through. Monaco fans stomped their feet and roared, "IL LES A TUS!!!" (He killed them!!!)

Haining made a fatal miscalculation, assuming Roy would go to the outside and shifting his focus to the outside prematurely.

Roy went to the meeting alone.

"Roy pedals! Once! Twice!"

On his first bicycle kick, he feinted with his left foot while looking towards the far corner, which induced goalkeeper Wansel to shift his weight to the left.

The second time, he faked a shot by circling with his right foot while actually using the inside of his left foot to flick the ball towards the near post. The fake shot was followed by a real cut-in, and Wansel, who had been following up twice, lost his balance and fell to the ground in a split.

Roy leaned his body sharply, making a powerful run that far exceeded the balance limits of an average player as he passed Wansel.

With a slight, rapid swing of the leg, the ankle joint strikes the lower middle part of the ball.

"Open goal! A powerful shot into the top corner! BUUUUUT! The net is trembling—!!! This powerful shot made the net scream! Listen to that sound—Bang! That's the sound of a bullet piercing the bullseye!!!"

"This is a crime! It's robbery! It's a highway robbery on the football field!! Roy tore apart Le Havre's entire defense with his speed—Henin and Mato? They were just two trees felled by a hurricane!"

Deschamps abruptly withdrew his hands from his head, put his hands in his pockets, raised an eyebrow, and glared, giving off an "impossible" expression.

But the fourth official had already recorded his subconscious kick of the water bottle, which spun three and a half times.

Haining and Mato shrugged and accused each other.

Goalkeeper Wansel slumped in front of the goal line.

Giuly sprinted 50 meters from the backfield and jumped onto Roy's back, nearly tearing his jersey: "PUTAIN! Are you fucking powered by a jet engine?! Those two poor bastards (Henin and Mato) should be filing for workers' compensation right now!"

Roy turned his head and sneered: "Work injury? Not occupational hazard? Who told them to stand in the wrong position?"

Juli laughed wildly, shaking him with his arm around his neck.

He was then given a verbal warning by the referee who arrived at the scene.

In the 28th minute of the match, Monaco launched a rapid attack in the attacking third.

Marquez orchestrated the attack, received the ball in midfield, looked up to observe, and delivered a 20-meter low through ball with his right foot, precisely penetrating the gap between Le Havre's two defensive midfielders.

After passing the ball, quickly move forward to draw the defenders' attention and create space for Bernardi to receive it.

"Max! A surgical through ball! Le Havre's midfield is like butter being sliced ​​open! Without any resistance!"

Bernardi made no adjustments while running, and gently tapped the ball with the inside of his left foot, sending it in a small parabola about 3 meters high, over the head of Le Havre's defensive midfielder, and precisely into the penalty area arc.

"Bernardi! A brilliant volley! It was like a precise drop from a crane! Pulso! The beast in the penalty area has awakened!"

The Croatian beast's powerful physique dominated the penalty area the moment he received the ball.

He pressed his right shoulder against Diawara's chest, while slightly extending his left arm to maintain balance.

Despite the powerful core strength, Diawara was able to maintain his upper body stability during the confrontation, and he was forced to stagger back half a step.

Turn sideways and use the instep of your left foot to control the ball.

Before the ball even hits the ground, he unleashes a powerful left-footed shot!

"Pulso! He shrugged off Diawara like he was pushing open a goal! Control the ball!! Shot!! That powerful shot made the air whistle!!"

Wansel dived to the side, barely managing to touch the ball with his fingertips, but the ball was too fast, and after only a slight change in direction, it still slammed into the net!
"Wansel touched it! But it was no use! The ball was like a cannonball! The fingertip resistance was futile! The net was torn open again! Monaco are two goals ahead!"

Deschamps sprang up from the coaching bench, punched the air, and turned to roar at the substitutes: "See that?! This is the football I want!"

Pullso sprinted towards the corner flag, took off his jersey to reveal his muscular chest, and pounded his chest and roared at the away team's stands.

Thirty-first minute of the match.

Rothen received the ball on the left flank, feinted a cut inside, and suddenly delivered a low, surgical strike with the outside of his left foot, precisely piercing the intercepting foot of Le Havre's right-back, Chinbonda.

Roy first sprinted towards the near post, luring center-back Diawara to follow, then suddenly stopped and twisted his body, using his back to block Diawara's view.

Using the left foot as the pivot and the right foot in a fancy footwork motion, without looking at the goal, use the inside of the heel to tap the ball towards the penalty spot.

The ball rolled 1.5 meters and landed right in Evra's sprint path.

"Roy! Is this football or street magic?! A backheel! No look, no pass! Diawara looks like he's seen a ghost! How did he even see Evra?!"

Evra surged forward from the back, took two steps to adjust, and unleashed a powerful left-footed shot into the near corner.

"Evra!! A powerful shot!! The net explodes!! Monaco's attack is like a precision meat grinder, and Le Havre's defense has been crushed to pieces!"

He slid three meters on his knees and roared at the away team's stands, then was tackled to the ground by Giuly in celebration. Roy then pressed down on him, and the three of them looked up and roared at the stands.

Monaco won 0-3 away from home in this match.

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To thank the monthly votes and support over this period, I'm adding an extra chapter. I can't add any more chapters during the new book ranking period, as my word count has already exceeded the normal range.

Currently, the protagonist has only altered the outcome of the Rennes-Monaco 0-0 match; the rest are historical results, with slightly larger scores. The protagonist scored in place of the original Shabani, adding one or two extra goals (there's no reason for him to be weaker than Shabani). Monaco that season was characterized by either narrow defeats or utter domination. Deschamps' early tactical style was like this; there's no such thing as invincibility. The historical result for this match was 3-0.

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