Football: Messi, I am your wallbreaker!

Chapter 79 Sigh, never mind, he's already apologized!

Olympic Stadium.

The bloodshot eyes of the Lazio defenders were clearly visible.

The away team scored at lightning speed on their home turf.

He even went to retrieve the ball.

Defensive midfielder Ledesma spat angrily onto the grass.

He yelled at his teammates on the defensive line next to him, telling them to increase the intensity of their pressing and to go all out with their bodies.

Li Jing ran across the grass, his lungs expanding and oxygen rapidly supplied to his entire body.

The muscles' explosive power is available at any time, without any consideration for energy distribution.

The match has reached the 17th minute.

Lazio's pressing became increasingly aggressive.

But Li Jing was not afraid at all when he had the ball.

Inside the studio.

Commentator He Wei stared intently at the high-definition broadcast screen, speaking at breakneck speed, his words hitting the nail on the head: "In the 17th minute of the match, Li Jing launches another attack! He dribbles the ball at high speed from the backfield!"

In the broadcast footage.

Facing two Lazio midfielders rushing towards him, Li Jing flicked the ball with his right foot without slowing down at all.

He quickly ran to the edge of the penalty area, his eyes scanning the defensive line rapidly.

Falcao has his back to goal and has marked a center-back, securing an excellent passing opportunity.

If you go it alone, you are very likely to get surrounded on three sides.

But if you pass the ball out and cut forward, there will be enough gaps in the opposing defense for you to squeeze in.

Li Jing delivered a precise push with the inside of his right foot, feeding the ball to Falcao close to the ground.

Without pausing after passing the ball, he immediately took two large steps forward.

They forcefully pushed their way out of the defenders' goal-closing area.

Both of them are now obsessed with scoring goals.

Falcao, with perfect understanding, flicked the ball directly with his heel.

The ball smoothly bypassed the defense.

Let's return to the path Li Jing has taken.

This rapid passing and movement completely tore apart Lazio's defense.

Li Jing received the ball inside the penalty area, with his back to the goal.

The Lazio center-back behind him held him tightly with both hands and shoved him around the waist, trying to disrupt Li Jing's balance with the ball.

Li Jing's center of gravity sank.

He immediately spread his left arm back, trapping the defender's chest with his arm.

The sole of his right shoe firmly planted the muddy ball.

The core muscles of the body tighten instantly, and force is exerted suddenly!

Just as the Lazio defender pushed hard.

Using the force of the other party's push, Li Jing smoothly turned half a circle to the outside.

This turn and shielding of the ball completely left the Lazio defenders behind.

There was no indication of any adjustment to the goalkeeper's position.

Li Jing delivered a decisive strike with the instep of his right foot.

"Bang!"

The ball, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slammed into the near corner of the net.

The score of the second leg is 2-0!

His superb physical abilities, combined with his unstoppable scoring methods in the penalty area, completely broke down the home fans in the stands.

The ball went in.

The Lazio players' initial anger on the field instantly dissipated.

They can't be penetrated, they can't be carried, and they can't even touch the corner of the opponent's jersey when they commit a foul.

Lazio's fighting spirit is like a burning flame.

Anger is merely the spark that ignites the fire.

This is how things often get worse.

If you lose too much, you can't fight back.

Then you'll just have to bend over and take it!

The larger the point difference, the less motivated these guys become.

The defenses began to completely crumble.

The match has reached the 30th minute.

Atletico Madrid are at the gates of the city.

Falcao received a through ball from Gabi on the left side of the penalty area.

Lazio's three defenders were just outmaneuvered by Li Jing's strong attacks and were now terrified.

Upon seeing Falcao receive the ball, they instinctively shifted their footwork, completely tilting their defensive focus towards Li Jing, who was making a large stride forward in the center of the penalty area.

This resulted in a large empty area in front of Falcao.

Falcao astutely spotted the gap in this defensive line.

He raised his left foot, his upper body posture was a complete feint as if he was about to pass the ball to Li Jing in the middle lane.

Extremely realistic.

Two defenders immediately stretched out their legs and fell to the ground to block the passing route.

Just as the other person fell to the ground.

Falcao flicked his ankle back sharply, and the ball deftly sliced ​​back to his right foot.

This sudden change in rhythm fooled everyone.

He took a direct shot!

The ball grazed the inside of the far post and went into the far corner.

The score is now 3-0 after the second leg!

When the ball went in, the Lazio players looked at each other on the field.

Then they both put their hands on their hips and shook their heads.

They've completely lost their fighting spirit!

The tiny flame that flickered when the ball hit him has completely disappeared.

It even meets the regulations for extinguishing alcohol lamps in chemical laboratories.

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If the 2-0 goal was the first step in putting a lid on the lid...

Falcao's goal was just a quick second block.

Completely prevent reignition!

The live stream chat exploded with excitement.

"Holy crap, that's brutal!"

"Falcao and Li Jing, these two killer weapons, are treating the Olympic Stadium like a scoring dungeon!"

"If this keeps going, our Roma friends are really going to call the police!"

Sidelines.

Lazio coach Petkovic leans against the windshield in the command area.

He covered his face tightly with both hands, refusing to look at the grass again.

The camera pans to a corner of the away team's stands in the Olympic Stadium.

This place was originally a gathering place for Atlético Madrid die-hard fans who traveled with the team.

At the start of the show, they were still frantically waving their huge red and white team flag and belting out a chorus to counter the home crowd's cheers.

But now, the movements of these hundreds of Atlético Madrid fans have unconsciously slowed down.

The several-meter-long flag that had been fluttering in the wind was somewhat hastily rolled up by a few burly men in the front row.

It slumped limply against the metal railing in front of the stands.

The bearded fan stood in the front row.

He looked up at the big screen and saw the total score had jumped to 7-0.

The red numbers were so bright they hurt my eyes.

Then he glanced down at the area below.

Below the stands right next to them, the eyes of Lazio's extreme fans were all bloodshot.

His face was ashen.

Several bald, burly men even began groping under the plastic seats for hard objects they could use to smash people.

The bearded fan coughed lightly.

He immediately turned off the power to the dark blue megaphone in his hand and casually stuffed it into the crevice of the bench behind him.

He kicked it inwards with his foot.

"Brothers, stop shouting."

The bearded fan patted his still-stunned companion on the shoulder and spoke in a low voice.

"If we're leading 1-0 or 2-0, then shouting like that is really impressive. It's giving our team face."

The bearded man pointed at the scoreboard: "But it's 3-0 now! 7-0 on aggregate! If they keep waving their flags like this, I'm really afraid that Simeone and Li Jing, those two lunatics, will make it so we won't be able to leave this Lazio stadium today."

"Um... forget about this one."

"Watch the game quietly!"

Several fans nearby quickly nodded in agreement.

I also think that makes sense.

The group obediently shut their mouths and watched the game quietly.

This is their own half of the field.

The towering Belgian goalkeeper Thibaut Courtois, wearing latex gloves, paced back and forth in the penalty area.

Sometimes, when there's really nothing to do, I can only lift my foot and use my cleats to step on a small puddle on the grass.

Water splashed onto the stockings.

Courtois was now deeply engrossed in extremely serious philosophical contemplation.

If Lazio's attacking players happen to get lucky and manage a dangerous shot, should I let one of them go in?

He stood with his hands on his hips, his brows furrowed.

If you desperately lunge out and shave the opponent's head bald.

Although the balls belonged to Falcao and Li Jingjin.

But what if I get implicated and, after the match, ambushed under the bus by the Roma mafia hired by angry fans?

Courtois glanced at the scene!

These two guys really have no intention of stopping!

but.

If you force the ball to pass, your movements will be too stiff.

Will UEFA's investigation after the match lead to a penalty for passive play?

That's putting people in a really difficult position.

Courtois became increasingly conflicted as he thought about it, and finally let out a long sigh.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of the sidelines out of the corner of his eye.

In front of the substitutes' bench, Atletico Madrid's substitute goalkeeper Asenjo had already taken off his long black coat.

He was holding a bottle of water and doing shuttle runs on the sideline to warm up.

Courtois let out a long sigh of relief, feeling completely relaxed.

Fortunately, Simone is a reliable middle-aged man!

He must have thought about his current troubles.

If Asenjo comes on in the second half, he won't need to worry about these critical issues anymore.

however.

He seems to have misunderstood Simone.

Simone had his hands in the pockets of his black trousers.

He stood at the edge of the white line in the command area, his face bearing an extremely serious, even somewhat sorrowful expression.

But if you look closely...

Simone's eyes were brimming with barely suppressed excitement and ecstasy.

The final score was 7-0, a number that made every pore on his body cheer.

Simone felt no remorse whatsoever.

When we were thrashed nine goals in one game during the first half of the season, why didn't anyone call for a stop?!

What utter nonsense about favors and obligations!

Why should others not get wet just because you've been in the rain?

This kind of ruthless beating of a drowning dog, though it may seem immoral to outsiders, is satisfying.

Moreover, this team is Lazio.

Simeone is remembered by a small number of Lazio fans.

However, he still harbored some resentment deep down.

He broke his leg on this very pitch back then, when he was a key midfielder.

He helped Lazio win an unprecedented Serie A double.

But the club's later history museum is filled with Chinalia and Nesta's jerseys and exclusive exhibits, and not even a single torn shoelace of Simeone's remains.

Although there are extenuating circumstances.

Nesta is indeed a unique symbol of Lazio.

But Simone was still unhappy.

Simone pulled his hand out of his trouser pocket.

He raised his right hand and vigorously rubbed his stiff cheeks.

He completely wiped away the slight smile that was about to spill from his lips.

Well, but...

I cannot reveal myself.

I still have to save face for my old employer.

Immediately afterwards, he adopted an anxious expression, turned around and yelled at the substitutes' bench: "Mario, Asenjo! And you guys, all of you take off your shirts and warm up!"

I heard a roar.

Five or six Atletico Madrid substitutes wearing fluorescent green vests lined up and began doing high knees and stretches on the sideline.

It's that same familiar trick again!

Simone glanced at Petkovic, who looked ashen-faced, not far away.

He deliberately cupped his hands around his mouth.

He yelled at Li Jing and Falcao on the field, "Slow down! Tighten your defense! Don't push forward anymore! Do you hear me?!"

-

Simone was satisfied with his performance.

The intention behind what I did is already very clear.

Expressing itself wildly:

I really don't want to cause a disaster for you guys; I've tried my best to keep these players in check.

but.

If Li Jing and Falcao actually listened to him, they wouldn't be called a brusher.

on the field.

Both men tacitly agreed that Simone's true intention was...

Hit harder!

They didn't seem to take the head coach's sideline instructions seriously at all.

He didn't even turn his head.

As Li Jing made his run, he reached up and wiped the sweat from his chin.

-

The shout was like a breeze passing by his ear, completely failing to affect his continued advance.

The match has reached the 37th minute.

Lazio's half of the field was once again under heavy attack.

Falcao went completely berserk.

He received a baseline pass from his teammate near the left corner flag.

Facing the onrushing Lazio defender.

Along the extremely narrow bottom passage.

Falcao demonstrated the terrifying individual combat ability of a top striker to the fullest extent.

He used brutal physical contact to repeatedly make feints by dropping his shoulder.

Five Lazio defenders took turns sliding tackled from different directions, trying to clear the ball out of bounds.

Falcao darted left and right, managing to slip past the chaotic mass of muddy legs.

Mud splattered up from the sneakers.

Falcao bursts into the six-yard box.

Lazio goalkeeper Marchetti hastily blocked the near post.

Falcao didn't swing his leg at all; he simply poked the ball with the tip of his right foot directly at the bottom of the ball with remarkable dexterity.

The ball went over Marchetti's shoulder.

"when!"

A crisp metallic clang.

The ball slammed against the far post and then bounced back quickly into the penalty area.

Lazio's defensive players all rushed towards Falcao's breakthrough route, leaving the middle completely open.

Li Jing was like a shark that had smelled blood.

With his body activated at full power, he instantly reached the ball's landing point.

He doesn't even need to adjust his steps.

Meeting the bouncing ball, he easily pushed it with the instep of his right foot.

The ball skimmed along the grass and rolled steadily into the empty net.

4: 0!

Li Jing completed a hat-trick in the first half!

The final score became an unbelievable 8-0!

After scoring, Li Jing walked into the net again.

Under the almost distraught gazes of all the home fans, he bent down and retrieved the ball.

He tucked the bag under his arm and strode towards the center circle.

This was his third goal of the match.

At this point, the issue for the extreme Lazio fans in the stands was no longer just anger.

Many people simply covered their faces with their hands as the heavy rain poured down on them, and no one bothered to search for the hard objects under their seats.

I was completely defeated.

Ugh.

Forget it.

After all, they have already apologized.

The match has reached the 45th minute.

Less than a minute remained in regulation time for the first half.

At this point, Lazio's defense was riddled with holes and had completely lost its original system.

Several center-backs stood on the edge of the penalty area, and there wasn't even a shout to direct their defensive positions.

Everyone was waiting for the halftime whistle so they could go back to the locker room to escape this endless humiliation.

But Li Jing wasn't the only one in such incredible form today.

Falcao was also enjoying the extremely thirsty data filling.

Gabi intercepted the ball in his own half and immediately launched a long pass.

The ball swept across the halfway line and found Falcao precisely outside the penalty area.

Falcao aimed at the ball's landing point, straightened his chest, and brought it to a steady stop in front of him.

The Lazio center-back on the other side didn't even bother to turn around and press Falcao closely, and didn't even bother to pull him down. He was still two meters away from Falcao.

Falcao didn't wait for the ball to hit the ground.

He supported his body with his left foot, tilting his body slightly to the left.

His right leg shot out in an extremely exaggerated semi-circle.

"Bang!"

A solid, mid-air burst of energy.

The ball spun noticeably outward and plummeted rapidly through the air, tearing through the rain curtain over Rome.

This power is extraordinary.

Marchetti made only a symbolic save.

"Whoosh!"

The ball nestled into the top right corner of the goal, striking the net and causing it to shake violently.

5: 0!

The final score is 9:0!

Falcao scores twice in the first half!

After scoring a goal.

Falcao ripped at his jersey, opened his mouth, and roared furiously at the corner flag.

Completely ignoring the Lazio defenders who were collapsing in the background.

Sidelines.

The referee was standing near the center circle.

The sound of the ball spinning in the nylon net had not yet subsided.

He had just raised his wrist to check his watch.

He checked the time and immediately lowered his wrist.

Follow the procedure.

At this point, the fourth official will raise the stoppage time board, and the referee will need to run to the sidelines to briefly discuss the stoppage time.

After all, there were five goals in the first half, and such frequent interruptions should warrant at least three minutes of added time.

However, the referee showed no intention of communicating.

He turned his head away.

The referee shoved the metal whistle into his mouth as fast as he could, his cheeks bulging.

"Beep—beep beep!"

Two short and one long, extremely clear whistle sounds.

Completely contrary to convention.

The sound exploded directly over the Olympic Stadium.

The referee didn't even give the fourth official a chance to raise his board before announcing the end of the first half.

Finally, this brutal first half is over!

No one expected this so-called do-or-die battle to turn out this way.

After only half a game, the score had already reached a brutal 5-0.