Football: Starting with the Crescent Moon Slash

Chapter 119 Scriptwriters

The game continues.

Real Madrid's attacks became increasingly aggressive, while Liverpool maintained a high-intensity, high-pressing style.

Possession of the ball constantly changed hands between the two sides.

But neither side was able to break the deadlock.

Real Madrid didn't create a perfect attacking opportunity until the 33rd minute of the first half.

Karius threw the ball to Klavan, who intended to pass it short to Jiang Yan, who had dropped back to receive it.

The pass lacked power and was intercepted by Morata, who was waiting for an opportunity!

"Danger!!"

"Klavan made a super, super, super blunder!"

"Morata intercepted the ball in Liverpool's own half!"

"Liverpool is in danger now!!"

Morata sped up a soup-making machine, directly bypassing the stunned Kravan.

He faced Karius head-on!

Liverpool's defense was completely breached, with Milner and Arnold unable to track back in time.

Another center-back, Moreno, was even prepared to tackle him from behind.

There's a chance of saving a penalty, but the probability of scoring in a one-on-one situation is much higher, especially when Morata has already gained speed!

Seeing this, Klopp on the sidelines was so angry that he kicked a water bottle at his feet.

His face was flushed as he roared at the field, both angry and anxious. If the team conceded a goal because of this basic mistake, not only would the team fall behind, but the players' mentality would also be greatly affected.

Meanwhile, Zidane's eyes lit up.

"This ball is definitely going in!"

Morata dribbled the ball closer to the goal, and Karius, being very cautious, did not choose to abandon his goal.

Facing Karius, Morata raised his leg to prepare for a shot.

However, just as he kicked out, a red figure appeared beside him like lightning.

It's Jiang Yan again!

He sprinted back to defense at full speed the very first second he saw Klavan make a mistake.

He was able to arrive in time to Morata's shot thanks to Bale's skill set.

Facing Morata's shot, he didn't hesitate for a second and immediately slid in to tackle the ball.

The ball seemed glued to his feet.

Morata lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, while Jiang Yan had already gotten up and was attacking Real Madrid's goal with the ball.

Wow!!

"The referee signals that there was no foul!"

"Jiang Yan made a brilliant tackle, and now it's Liverpool's turn to counter-attack!"

In the live stream, after seeing Jiang Yan's beautiful tackle, the chat exploded with comments.

[Great analysis! Jiang Shen is truly playing both the father and the mother role!]

If Morata is in a one-on-one situation, he probably doesn't need to defend, right?

[Haha, Morata is also the type who doesn't close the gap on a one-on-one opportunity!]

[Jiang Shen hasn't passed the ball yet, is he going to go on a solo run?!]

In the stands, the atmosphere among Liverpool fans instantly went from dead silence to boiling point!

Liverpool fans stood up in unison, waving scarves and jerseys and roaring.

"River!"

"Go, Jiang!"

Inside the live stream room.

"Jiang Yan is too fast! He's already dribbled past Real Madrid's entire midfield all by himself! How did he do that?!"

He Wei's voice was so excited it almost cracked, and he was completely focused on the red figure on the field.

Zhan Jun was also incredibly excited: "Is Jiang Yan planning to venture into the dragon's den alone! Is he going to stage another legendary solo scene?!"

While the commentator was speaking, Jiang Yan had already reached the edge of Real Madrid's penalty area.

Facing their former teammate, Varane and Nacho looked solemn and dared not relax for a moment.

Varane lowered his center of gravity, staring intently at the ball at Jiang Yan's feet, his body positioned in front of Jiang Yan to prevent him from taking a long-range shot.

Seeing Varane's focused defense, Jiang Yan's playful side emerged, and he whispered, "Just watching the game isn't enough, you know~"

Jiang Yan flicked the ball with the inside of his right foot, and the ball rolled to the left.

As soon as Varane's gaze shifted to the left, Jiang Yan immediately flicked the ball to the right, while simultaneously squeezing his body towards the side closest to the goal.

They easily beat Varane.

"My God! Fried meatballs! They're Jiang Yan's fried meatballs!"

"It's been a long time since we last met. I feel that Jiang Yan's skill in making fried meatballs has become even more refined!"

He Wei's voice was trembling with excitement.

On the court, Jiang Yan's performance was far from over.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

After getting past Varane, Jiang Yan was left with only Nacho in front of him.

This player, a product of Real Madrid's youth academy, has been working towards becoming a professional defender since childhood.

Jiang Yan had to be more patient when dealing with him.

Facing Jiang Yan's high-speed dribbling, Nacho demonstrated excellent positioning skills, cleverly maintaining his distance from him.

Jiang Yan was no pushover either.

He protected the ball at his feet and began to slow down.

Nacho didn't dare to rush in and close the distance between them, so he could only put his hands behind his back and block Jiang Yan's shooting path.

He knew all too well that Jiang Yan's sense of smell was terrifying, and in this one-on-one situation, once he lost his position, there would be no way to recover!

Seeing that Nacho wasn't falling for his trick, Jiang Yan was startled.

As expected of someone from an academic background, very cautious!

Just as the distance between the two gradually increased, Varane turned around behind Jiang Yan, preparing to attack from both sides with Nacho.

Suddenly, as if sensing Varane's presence, Jiang Yan accelerated abruptly!

Jiang Yan's buttocks are comparable to Mane's, and his explosiveness is naturally not bad either.

"A change in rhythm!"

"To deal with Nacho, Jiang Yan used a simple change of rhythm!"

"After creating distance, Jiang Yan has already cut inside!"

"The distance between them has widened too much; Nacho is already several steps behind!"

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yan had already cut inside to the inside of the penalty area.

Only Casillas remained in front of him.

Casillas seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, instantly lowering his center of gravity and taking a step to the side to block the near corner.

Varane wanted to make a tackle in the penalty area like Jiang Yan did, but there was still a body length difference between them, so he couldn't get a chance to tackle!

All of this was within Jiang Yan's expectations.

Whether it was Varane's pursuit or his own positional advantage, it was all part of Jiang Yan's plan!

Facing the goal, Jiang Yan locked his ankle and straightened his instep—a very standard shooting posture.

Seeing Casillas standing ready, Jiang Yan smiled.

not enough!

Jiang Yan's goal is not just to get past a few people!

Varane and Nacho are just actors in his script.

The same goes for Casillas right in front of us.

"Jiang Yan, lift your foot!"

"A shot on goal!"

Just as his toes were about to touch the ball, Jiang Yan changed direction.

"No—it wasn't a shot!"