mesbooks Chapter 54's goal is 3 points!
Chapter 54's goal is 3 points!
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Inside the narrow players' tunnel.
It was a mixture of the smells of grass, mud, and sweat.
The players from both teams have already begun lining up to enter the field.
The Atletico Madrid substitutes had just come out and taken their positions.
The Osasuna starting lineup on the left, wearing red jerseys, immediately turned to look over.
At first, it was just a casual glance, but then I was extremely surprised and shocked.
Osasuna's key players looked at each other in bewilderment.
Where is Falcao in the away team's starting lineup?
Where is Gabi?
Where is Costa?
Those names that they spent several days watching videos and studying before the game are not on this team!
Instead, there were a bunch of unfamiliar faces whose names I couldn't even remember.
Osasuna's center-back Rovicio pointed directly at Atletico Madrid's formation.
He made no attempt to lower his voice and turned to complain to his captain, Puniar.
"What the hell are they doing? Where's that bearded striker? Who the hell are these guys? Some greenhorn kids promoted from the reserves yesterday?"
Rovicio's voice was filled with offended anger.
"We thrashed Barcelona at home! And Atletico Madrid actually sent a completely reserve team to play against us?"
"This is a blatant insult to us!"
Puniar sneered, his gaze sweeping over the Atletico Madrid team.
Finally, it stopped abruptly on the person standing at the very front of the line.
That tall Chinese defensive midfielder wearing the number 13 jersey.
The captain's armband was clearly visible on his left arm.
"They're even too lazy to give the captain's armband to the veterans."
Puniar shook his head, his face contorted with rage, and shouted at his teammates.
"Guys, since Simeone looks down on this team that crushed Barcelona so much..."
Once we get on the grass, we'll kick these arrogant substitutes to pieces!
They won't even dare to go back to the bench!
The lads of Osasuna are furious!
They didn't receive the respect they deserved!
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The Osasuna players deliberately didn't lower their voices!
In the Atlético Madrid team.
Pulido and several other substitute players were already extremely nervous.
Hearing their opponents speak to this extent, they all lowered their heads and clenched their fists tightly in front of them.
His chest heaved, carrying a hint of anger at being slighted.
The people of Osasuna felt looked down upon!
Why don't they think so too?
So, playing football with us is an insult to you?
Li Jing stood at the very front.
Li Jing turned around and faced his teammate behind him, whose exhaust fumes resembled small flames.
He raised his right hand and slapped the Atlético Madrid captain's armband on his left arm with great force.
Two crisp "snap" sounds made all the substitute players raise their heads.
"Are you deaf?"
Li Jing's voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear in the highly echoing tunnel.
"They feel that standing on the same patch of grass as a bunch of losers is an insult to them."
Li Jing took a big step forward and walked directly in front of Pulido.
He extended his fingers and pressed them hard against the substitute defender's sternum.
Li Jing lowered his voice, and the extreme ferocity brought out by countless life-and-death confrontations burst forth.
"Answer me louder. Are you guys already used to watching starting players collect tens of thousands of euros in winning bonuses while sitting on the bench?"
Do you feel like you're just going through the motions here today, only to get thrashed five times and then slink back to Madrid in disgrace?
Li Jing's finger poked Pulido, causing him to take a half-step back, his back pressed against the cold brick wall.
"The other side thinks you're unwanted trash."
Li Jing abruptly withdrew his hand, glanced around at all the substitutes, and his voice suddenly rose.
"Our goal is to take all three points!"
boom!
Several substitute players suddenly raised their heads, and their eyes, which were originally filled with fear, suddenly turned bloodshot with extreme madness.
These people have been suppressed for too long, and it's like a small flame has been sprinkled with alcohol, igniting in an instant.
"roar!!!!"
Atletico Madrid fans chanted in unison!
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They walked out of the players' tunnel.
The moment my feet stepped onto the grass of the El Sadar Stadium.
The nearly 30,000 Osasuna home fans in the stadium erupted in an extremely terrifying chorus of boos!
The roar almost lifted the roof off the stadium.
Atletico Madrid's starting eleven quickly ran back to their own half.
As usual, the eleven people quickly gathered near the center circle. They put their strong arms around the shoulders of their teammates, forming a tight circle.
Li Jing squeezed right to the very center of the crowd.
He looked up at the oppressive, almost suffocating red stands all around him.
Li Jing suddenly lowered his head.
He roared at his substitute teammates, whose breathing was already extremely heavy.
"Let them understand that they were just lucky last time!"
Li Jing's chest heaved violently, his voice rough.
"Let's tell them who the hell is the wildest mad dog in La Liga!"
"one two three!"
Eleven hoarse throats simultaneously unleashed a deafening roar.
"Atletico Madrid!"
The roar completely shattered the last trace of fear the team had of the giant slayer.
The group of unfamiliar faces quickly dispersed, each running fiercely to their positions, like a pack of starving wolves staring intently at their prey.
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"Beep—!"
The referee put the metal whistle in his mouth and blew it hard.
The competition has officially begun.
This depleted, all-substitute squad, utterly despised by their opponents, faced a formidable Osasuna side. Simeone had only one task for them.
Hold on in the first half.
But Li Jing's left arm, adorned with the captain's armband, hung slightly at his side, his boots firmly planted on the grass.
withstand?
He wants three points!
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domestic.
He Wei has already received the starting lineup that just arrived.
He spoke into the microphone at the highest decibel level.
"Ladies and gentlemen! This is the 26th round of La Liga!"
"Osasuna's home ground, Pamplona!"
He Wei flipped through the documents in his hand, his emotions completely ignited.
"Just last week, right on this patch of grass!"
"This home team, known as the 'Giant Killer,' used an extremely aggressive, high-pressing style of play to completely overpower the full-strength Barcelona team!"
Even Messi suffered a crushing defeat here!
He Wei's words were highly inflammatory, naturally bringing the terrifying home-field pressure from the Osasuna stadium to the television viewers!
Let's take a look at their starting lineup:
Their starting lineup consisted of a 4-2-3-1 formation, which they were extremely adept at.
Goalkeeper: 25 - Andrés Fernández
Defenders: 2 - Bertrán / 4 - Miguel Flaño / 23 - Sergio / 20 - Raitala
Defensive midfielders: 6 - Nekounam / 10 - Puñal
Midfielders: 16 - Cejudo / 14 - Raúl García / 9 - Dejan Lekić
Forward: 17 - Nino
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then.
He Wei's gaze shifted to Atlético Madrid's lineup and formation.
The sound stopped abruptly.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently.
He leaned closer to the teleprompter in utter disbelief, his eyes wide open.
"This...this is Atletico Madrid's starting lineup?"
He Wei took a deep breath and began to pronounce the names.
"Prido, Silvio, Asadi..."
A long list of names of fringe substitutes who usually don't even make the roster and don't play more than two official matches a year came out of the mouth of this professional commentator.
His tone was utterly absurd.
When he got to the last position, He Wei's voice completely cracked.
"The only absolute starter in this depleted starting lineup that's even worse than the second team!"
"It's number 13, wearing the captain's armband!"
"Li Jing!"
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boom!
Upon hearing these words, the live broadcast rooms of major domestic sports events experienced a complete three-second pause in the chat.
Followed by.
An extremely terrifying information avalanche has completely erupted!
The screen was instantly obscured by a dense array of exclamation marks.
"Holy crap! Is this guy insane? Is Simone using Li Jing as a sacrificial lamb?"
"Sending this lineup up there is just suicide! Osasuna just beat Barcelona and their morale is high. Won't these substitutes get riddled with holes?"
"Wait! Didn't you hear what Poet He said?!"
"Li Jing is wearing the captain's armband?!"
"He's a young player who just joined in the winter transfer window a month ago, what makes him qualified to be the captain of a La Liga powerhouse?!"
Netizens have gone crazy.
18 years old!
He joined La Liga just a month ago.
Wearing the captain's armband, he single-handedly led a group of fringe substitutes who were completely unplayable to the top, and went to the away game to directly defeat the rising star of the "cosmic team"!
This is an extremely outrageous and even somewhat bloody sacrificial formation.
This indirectly elevates Li Jing's current tactical status within the team to an astonishing level!
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This is the VIP front row area of the stands.
The viewing area is reserved for high-end sponsors and special guests.
Yang found a place that could be arranged for him.
Her slender fingers, adorned with exquisite manicures, gently unzipped the metal zipper of the limited-edition LV handbag she was endorsing.
He took out a pair of large black sunglasses.
With extreme elegance, it was placed on the high bridge of the nose.
The early spring winds in Pamplona were still biting.
Yang Mi was wearing a long black coat, but it wasn't buttoned up.
Inside the open collar of the coat.
The extremely form-fitting, low-cut, deep V-neck knit sweater accentuated her aggressively curvaceous Eastern figure to an exaggerated degree.
That unfathomable cleavage stood out conspicuously in the stands filled with masculine hormones and the smell of muddy grass.
It was less than five meters to her left and behind.
A group of Osasuna die-hard male fans who were originally waving inflatable sticks and hurling profanities at the away team.
The moment my gaze swept across this area.
They would all fall into a deep silence for a second.
His eyes were fixed intently on the tight-fitting knitted sweater.
A burly man with a full beard didn't even realize that the half-full mug of draft beer in his hand had tilted, and the foamy beer spilled all over the crotch of his dirty jeans.
Several burly men quietly reached into their pockets and took out their cell phones.
Taking advantage of their height, they attempted to take photos from behind.
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Yang Mi extended her right index finger.
She slightly pushed down her black-rimmed sunglasses by half an inch, revealing her exquisite fox-like eyes.
Your gaze should be directed directly to the grass below.
The away team's halftime.
Meanwhile, Atletico Madrid's substitute fans were celebrating wildly with Li Jing's name on their names.
Yang Mi's heart pounded as he was overwhelmed by the extremely violent surge of male hormones.
Her rosy lips parted slightly.
He muttered in a very low voice.
"This isn't playing football..."
"So this is how exciting football matches are?"
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High-altitude control room.
The director of the official Spanish broadcaster was wearing a headset, clearly having received prior instructions from the senior management of Atlético Madrid's China operations.
"Aircraft number three! Lock onto VIP seat 06 in the stands!"
"Switch to the big screen!"
Among the dozens of high-definition broadcasting machines on site.
A high-powered camera suddenly and precisely turned, its lens locking onto Yang Mi in the stands.
A huge close-up shot.
The signal was instantly projected onto the huge full-color LCD screen in the center of the stadium, and simultaneously connected to global television broadcast signals.
Yang Mi also demonstrated great professionalism, immediately capturing the camera's attention.
Within one tenth of a second of being captured by the camera.
She smoothly raised her hand and took off the black-rimmed sunglasses that covered most of her face.
With her face slightly turned to the side, she found the perfect angle for looking great in photos.
In front of tens of millions of viewers worldwide.
A signature foxy smile, extremely sweet and even intensely alluring, instantly bloomed on her fair and pretty face.
Immediately afterwards, she raised her right hand in an extremely alluring manner and gently tucked a strand of long hair that had been blown away by the cold wind behind her head.
This set of movements was fluid and extremely professional, showcasing the absolutely terrifying stage presence of this top-tier female star in China.
The visual impact is off the charts!
This moment.
Domestic sports forums and live event broadcasts were completely paralyzed like never before.
Countless straight male fans who originally stayed up all night just to watch the game, and a huge number of entertainment industry gossip fans who rushed over after hearing the news.
A truly horrific car crash occurred in this small area filled with bullet comments!
"Holy crap! Big Mimi?!"
"She went to Spain to watch a game? What does she know about football?!"
"I'm definitely going to see Li Jing! That flirtatious wink she gave me just now made my bones melt!"
"What's going on with these two??"
"How come there's this relationship? They're about five or six years apart in age!"
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In just ten minutes.
At this time, domestic platforms.
On Weibo's trending topics list, a topic with the word "explosive" suddenly jumped to the top spot at an alarming speed!
[Yang Mi watches Li Jing's La Liga match from a VIP box! Stunning footage revealed!]
The collision of two completely unrelated massive traffic pools created an extremely exaggerated sense of shock outside the circle.
Everyone felt that this was the biggest off-stage bombshell of the night.
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But this is not over yet!
The broadcast remained on screen for a full five seconds.
The high-powered camera didn't switch back to the stadium.
Instead, it lifted up slightly with an extremely smooth motion.
The camera panned past the VIP front row and directly locked onto the top-floor bulletproof glass suite of the club, which was on an even higher level and had extremely tight security.
This is the best view, and also the most expensive spot in the entire venue.
Behind the bulletproof glass.
Atletico Madrid CEO Miguel Angel Hill Marin!
This is the La Liga bigwig who is usually extremely arrogant and haughty in front of the major Spanish media outlets.
At this moment, he was actually all smiles.
Holding a glass of extremely expensive red wine, he leaned slightly forward, adopting an extremely humble posture.
He acted like a professional tour guide, extending his right hand and pointing obsequiously at Li Jing on the grass below, giving a detailed tactical explanation to the people next to him.
Everyone's gaze instantly followed Marin's gesture and shifted to the man sitting next to him.
The man slumped into the leather sofa with an air of nonchalance.
He crossed his legs very casually.
He was toying with an unlit, premium Cuban cigar between his right index and middle fingers.
His gaze was extremely nonchalant, carrying a sense of relaxation as if he didn't care much about anything.
The moment this face appears on the screen, netizens across China practically gasp for air.
Principal Wang!
That young master of Wanda Group, who wields immense and inexhaustible capital and can stir up storms in the business world with a mere flick of his finger!
They had long heard rumors that Wanda was planning to acquire a stake in Atletico Madrid.
I never expected it to happen today!
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