Football: Messi, I am your wallbreaker!

Chapter 71 Li Jing is still picking up the ball!

A light drizzle fell over the night sky above Calderon Stadium!

Li Jing, carrying the soccer ball covered in mud and grass clippings, walked towards the center circle starting point.

The entire home stadium.

More than 30,000 fans who were originally in a state of extreme excitement.

After seeing through Li Jing's actions.

They experienced a bizarre five-second collective freeze.

No one cheered, and no one sat down.

Everyone just stood there, stunned, in front of the plastic chairs.

"Isn't it already 2-0?"

This was a powerful 28-meter shot that will definitely go down in Europa League history, finding the top corner of the net.

If it were any other player, they would have already unleashed a series of moves: taking off their shirt and running wildly, sliding on their knees in a passionate display, rushing to the stands to hug the die-hard fans.

What about Li Jing?

He didn't even lift an arm.

He bent down, picked up the ball, and walked back.

South Stand's die-hard section.

The bearded fan was the first to react.

He lifted his thick right leg and slammed his heavy leather boot onto the metal railing in front of him.

He grabbed the dark blue megaphone that was lying to his side.

Press the switch down firmly with your thumb.

He roared wildly into the air with his completely hoarse, broken voice.

"See that?! Iron Man hasn't stopped!"

The bearded man's roar echoed through the loudspeakers throughout the entire south stand: "He's going to keep attacking! He's going to win big at home! He's going to completely crush these Romans!"

A chubby fan next to me, shirtless, suddenly slapped his thigh and jumped up and down excitedly.

"We've got it all wrong!"

The fat man pointed to the figure below wearing a number 13 jersey, saying, "We're not superheroes from DC or Marvel!"

"We, the Vought International members in our black robes, are fucking Homelanders!!"

This extremely apt metaphor instantly ignited the crowd in the stands.

The stadium, which had been briefly out of order, was like a powder keg that had been reignited.

A roar even more frenzied and insane than when the goal was scored came crashing down from all sides.

The edge corner of the fifth row of the east grandstand.

As his wife Sofia listened to the cheers from the crowd, she suddenly turned her head, her eyes shining brightly under the spotlight.

She completely ignored the dozens of grown men making a ruckus around her.

"Did you hear me, you idiot!"

Sofia laughed at her husband, "Iron Man is going to score again! Your last shred of decency is about to disappear!"

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Paul was already shivering from the cold because he was shirtless.

Upon hearing this crisp sound...

His chubby face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he clutched his underwear tightly with both hands, desperately trying to hide in the back seat.

Fuck you!

Paulo gritted his teeth and shouted back in Spanish with a heavy Italian accent, "It's still halftime! We still have a chance! Lazio will absolutely not concede another goal!"

Seeing the couple's affectionate words, the Atlético Madrid fans watching nearby immediately blew their whistles in a hooligan-like manner.

"Keep it on tight! We'll help you take it off in a bit!"

At the edge of the stadium.

The edge of the Atlético Madrid home team's coaching bench.

Simone had just rushed out of the command area in his excitement and was now standing outside the white line drawn by the fourth official.

The old man's hands, which were about to continue stirring up emotions in front of the stands, awkwardly froze in mid-air.

He watched as Li Jing placed the ball steadily on the center service point.

The old man paused for a second.

Immediately afterwards, Simone bent down and plunged his right hand directly into the slippery turf.

He picked up the empty plastic water bottle that he had just smashed.

Five rough fingers suddenly exerted force.

"Crunch!"

The broken plastic bottle was crushed flat in his palm, and the remaining water droplets trickled down between his fingers.

Simeone turned his head, looked at the assistant coach holding the tactics board next to him, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"That kid!"

Simeone laughed somewhat nervously, his shoulders twitching. "Great! Let's play it Li's way! We'll head to the Stadio Olimpico in Rome with a commanding three-goal lead, completely relaxed and comfortable!"

The laughter hadn't even subsided.

Simeone stepped across the white line and forced most of his body back onto the field.

He ignored the fourth official's warnings and shoving from behind.

With both hands raised high in the air, palms facing the direction of Lazio's half, he made an extremely crazy, continuous forward pushing gesture.

His rough voice even drowned out the singing of the fans in the front row watching the crash.

"Gabi! Falcao!"

Simeone sprinted two steps toward midfield, yelling hoarsely, "Keep pushing forward! Don't drop back to control the ball! Don't pass it around!"

"As soon as you lose possession, find Lee immediately! Feed him the ball!"

"Let him fire!"

Several dozen meters away.

Away team's command area.

Lazio coach Petkovic looked at Simeone waving wildly on the sidelines, then turned to look at Li Jing, who was standing in the center circle with a cold face, urging the referee to start the game.

Petkovic's composure had vanished completely.

He clenched his back teeth tightly, his gums aching.

Trailing by two goals.

They are on the verge of elimination from the Europa League.

He suddenly turned around and grabbed the assistant coach's arm.

The force was so great that it wrinkled the teaching assistant's windproof jacket.

"Go and call Lelter and Nishikawa Mitsuo to warm up! Prepare to make a defensive substitution at halftime."

"Damn madman."

Petkovic, panting heavily, spoke rapidly, "A 0-2 away defeat is something we can grit our teeth and accept. We still have a chance to turn things around when we get back to Roma."

"But now, we absolutely cannot concede another goal!"

If we lose another one, morale will be completely ruined.

Petkovic strode to the sidelines, stuffed two fingers directly into his mouth, and puffed out his cheeks.

"Shoo-one"

A long, extremely sharp whistle pierced through the rain.

All the Lazio players on the field turned to look at him.

Petkovic held his hands out in front of his chest and made a series of extremely forceful downward pressing motions.

This gesture has only one meaning on the tactical board.

Complete withdrawal from defense.

Under the head coach's forced survival orders.

Lazio's proud Italian passing and possession system, their so-called advanced style of play that involves patiently passing the ball forward from the backfield.

At this moment.

It collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.

Without hesitation, the eleven forwards and midfielders completely abandoned their positions near the center circle.

Like a tide, they all retreated back to their own 30-meter defense zone.

They formed two seamless human walls outside the restricted area in a ridiculously comical manner.

Completely shut down the bus.

More than 30,000 Atletico Madrid fans watched as Lazio abandoned their dignity and retreated completely into defense.

Calderon was immediately met with a deafening chorus of boos.

The plastic wine glass was slammed against the metal railing with a deafening sound.

A bearded fan in the south stand raised his megaphone; he was completely enraged today.

"Brothers! Shout it with me!"

The bearded man, shouting at the top of his lungs, led 30,000 men in a unified burst of mockery in heavily accented Spanish English.

LookinLiJin「seyes！

"(Look into Li Jing's eyes!)"

"Are you blind to ask where Li Jing is?"

"Shh!"

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"Can't you see now? You're all so focused on eating Li Jing's food that you can't see him?"

The dirtiest words were thrown at the opposing fans' stands.

Next up is the coaching bench.

The roar of 30,000 people repeatedly hurled this highly insulting slogan at the away team's coaching bench.

"Petkovic!"

The bearded man continued yelling, "Didn't you brag before the game? Can you even see Li Jing now? Why are you so scared that you're cramming all eleven players into the goal like a bus?"

"Whoosh!"

The referee, with his whistle in his mouth, forcefully blew the whistle to signal the resumption of play.

The ball had just been kicked off.

Klose passed the ball back to the midfield.

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In order to carry out the coach's order to defend to the death, Lazio's defense compressed their defensive formation to an extremely abnormal degree.

The three center-backs were practically standing on the penalty spot.

But this extremely cautious self-preservation strategy became Lazio's real nightmare at Calderon at this moment.

Looking at the densely packed blue jerseys in front of him, Li Jing mentally calculated the conditions for the mission.

Just one more ball.

Only by achieving a 3-0 victory can you obtain the hidden attribute "Iron Man," which forcibly resets fatigue levels.

He absolutely cannot let this reward slip by, given the grueling schedule that lies ahead.

Li Jing's breathing was extremely steady. He pushed off the grass with his right foot and accelerated into the middle lane.

Lazio drastically compressed the space.

This, in fact, suits Li Jing's playing style even better.

It was a completely wrong tactical decision!

The smaller the space, the more limited the opponent's options for passing the ball.

The 30-meter zone in front of the field.

Within this small area, Li Jing began his era of annihilation.

That extensive interception network fully demonstrated its devilish dominance.

The match is in its 68rd minute.

Lazio's right-back was cornered near the byline and hastily launched a short pass to clear the ball.

The ball bounced and rolled along the grass toward Ledesma, the defensive midfielder, who was positioned at the edge of the penalty area.

Ledesma extended his right foot, the instep of which brought the bouncing ball to a stop.

He didn't even have time to turn around, adjust his footwork, and find his teammates in front of him.

A huge white shadow loomed down from the side.

Li Jing was like a heavy bulldozer advancing at full speed, directly pressed against Ledesma's face.

There was absolutely no nonsense or probing.

Li Jing's strong right shoulder slumped down.

"Bang.

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The dull thud of muscles colliding with bones.

Li Jing forcefully wedged his body into Ledesma's defensive line, and the huge impact caused the Argentine defensive midfielder to lose his balance instantly.

Ledesma stumbled back half a step, instantly creating a gap in the defense.

Li Jing immediately stretched out his long leg and gently hooked it onto the slippery grass.

Intercept!

An extremely clean and efficient strangulation.

Lazio's players were completely squeezed out of even a moment to catch their breath in midfield by this extreme coverage.

After receiving the ball, Li Jing immediately passed it back to Gabi, who had caught up.

Atletico Madrid relied on this relentless pressing in the attacking third to completely shut Lazio down in their penalty area.

The match progressed with great difficulty to the 73rd minute amidst Atletico Madrid's relentless attacks in the first half.

The rain in Calderón got a little heavier.

Lazio's penalty area is in complete chaos.

A dozen or so people were crammed into the narrow muddy area between the penalty area and the penalty spot.

Costa forced a cross from the right wing, and the ball deflected off the thigh of the Lazio center-back.

The football bounced back and forth between countless muddy cleats and calves, unable to land at all.

Gabi keenly sensed the direction the chaotic battle was taking.

He charged straight up from the middle and forcefully won the ball at the second bounce.

The three Lazio defenders immediately swarmed him like mad dogs.

There was no room to turn around, not even a chance to take another step.

Gabi used the instep of his right foot to sweep the ball across the crowd, sending it through the gaps in the defense towards the edge of the penalty area.

That location.

Li Jing was striding towards the rolling ball.

The entire stadium held its breath at that moment.

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Sofia, standing in the east stand, gripped her husband Paul's arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.

Inside the Lazio penalty area, three desperate defenders, their eyes red, abandoned their positions and lunged at Li Jingfei in an attempt to block his shot.

But Li Jing doesn't need those tedious step adjustments at all.

The unpredictable shooting direction granted to Haaland by the system unleashed its ultimate power at this moment.

In an instant, his gaze pierced with extreme precision through the extremely narrow gap between the three Lazio players in front of him.

Mud splashed everywhere.

Li Jing's right leg shot up with extreme decisiveness.

The thigh muscles were taut to their limit, and the whole leg felt like a heavy steel whip, carrying the force of tearing through the rain.

Facing the rolling ball.

A powerful blow!

"Bang!"

This explosion was more muffled and penetrating than the previous two shots.

The ball was hit hard, and its surface deformed instantly.

It clung to the puddles of grass, splashing up a trail of fine water droplets.

In a densely populated blind spot where it's impossible to judge the trajectory, he cuts out an absolutely straight white right angle.

"when!"

A crisp, clear impact sound.

The ball slammed hard against the inside edge of the solid goalpost on the left side of the goal.

The powerful rebound force altered the original straight line, causing an extremely sharp refraction.

It bounced straight into the net!

3: 0!

Li Jing's hat trick!

At home, they delivered a swift and decisive blow to the Italian defensive system with three incredible goals!

The entire Calderon Stadium.

Red and white scarves fluttered wildly in the searchlights and rain.

Tens of thousands of empty plastic water cups were thrown directly into the air.

"ah!!!"

The purest shouts shattered the dark clouds over Madrid.

In that corner of the east grandstand.

The Italian husband, Paulo, stared blankly at the scoreboard.

"Whoosh."

Sofia, standing beside him, wore the shy blush of a wife.

Paul covered his groin.

Sofia said, "Call me Daddy, and I'll protect your Kiki!"

Paul was now only wearing his underwear, and in that instant, he felt how magnificent his wife was.

I'm reminded of a saying I heard when I visited China: "Women hold up half the sky!"

The first time this word appeared in his wife's mind was in a scene other than the balcony at home.

"Babbo!"

Then the people around started making a huge fuss.

"Are you even a man?!"

"3:0!"

"Show us the last vestiges of Italian glory!"

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Sofia slipped through the lines between the fans on both sides and stood in front of her husband.

Her face flushed with excitement at winning.

"Don't bully my baby, this is my love."

"Let me do it!"

Then Paul looked at his wife, his expression shifting from touched to astonished.

Then I realized that wouldn't work.

"No!"

But it was too late to stop his wife.

In front of everyone, Sofia ripped up her Atlético Madrid jersey.

The waves surged and launched out!

There were no further objections from those around.

Only "nb! nb! nb! nb! nb!"

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Inside the venue.

The director noticed something was wrong.

They decisively and nimbly switched the camera to the field.

We managed to save those damn sponsors!

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Gabi and Falco were as excited as two wild beasts.

They spread their arms, wading through the mud, ready to pounce on Li Jingfei on the edge of the penalty area.

Get ready for the ultimate celebration with a human pyramid!

But only half a second later.

The high-definition close-up shots on television were fixed on the number 13 player inside the penalty area.

Li Jing went to retrieve the ball from the goal again!

The stands erupted in wild celebrations after witnessing the exact same repeated action.

Once again, a large-scale gasp of cold air was heard.

What followed was an extreme level of madness and shock that sent chills down one's spine.

"Holy crap—"

Gabi swallowed hard, watching Li Jing walk away.

In front of televisions across Europe, countless fans had only one thought in their minds.

Holy crap, it's 3-0!

Li Jing is still picking up the ball!