Vol 3 Chapter 57: Golden Boy Shines in Monaco (Act 7: Hualong)

Raul Gonzalez and his former teammates, who kept smiling for almost the entire game, are now standing up, as is the case with the same team of more than 10,000 Monaco fans. Although there are two minutes left in the game, the visiting team's bench that attracted the audience's attention seems to have unlimited possibilities in two minutes!
We scored eight goals, can we still lose? This is simply a world of magic!
Morientes put his hands on the sides of his imaginary mouth and shouted at the court, despite his voice, his teammates couldn't hear it.
As a friend, Raul knows the anxiety of his friends, just like the Laco fans singing and dancing and the dull Monaco fans, there are only two minutes left. Why is the leader crying and the backward as if to win?
Falling behind 3: 8 and catching up to 7: 8! What made Raul alert and unexpected was that this little player from the Far East seemed to bring something different to A Coruña. Even in the low tide of Real Madrid in recent years, Raul does not think that Rako is a great opponent. It's not the civilian status of the fishing village team, but he feels that this team is too quiet to have a breakthrough performance. Stable like an inert metal, if you can win, you can't lose, and you can't lose. If the head coach makes a tactical mistake like this game, he will surprise his opponent and leave himself scared. If such a team meets a rich and powerful player in the competition, they will often fail because the latter burst on the spot.
But now, with the dramatic progress of the situation on the field, in Raul's eyes, the power shared by Laco on each player is shrinking towards an origin, from 11 stars to one star, one with command Faithful superstar.
The difference between a superstar and a star is that he always turns strong and confident into magic at a critical moment! This is a sign of an excellent civilian team that crosses giants and crosses great boundaries.
Thinking of this, Raul could not help but think of his own Galactic battleship. The seven superstars gathered together, but did not bring a direct jump in combat effectiveness, but became mediocre. They could have been the core stars together, but they had no core.
Take a look at this Laco now, after catching up again after 7: 8, almost everyone is cheered up, look at Scaroni, wow! Surprisingly wearing crotch! Look at David Silva, oh roar! Turned around and turned straight!
In Raul's eyes, the entire Laco team is playing at a super level! On the contrary, the little guy who brought infinite surprises was quite flat. This is the core value of the team. He can ignite the passion and creativity of the team.
Under the torrential impact of Laco, Monaco's defense line was teetering, and in the roar of Deschan almost rushed into the field, he managed to maintain it, holding on for one second.
120 seconds left! 100 seconds! 80 seconds! 60 seconds! 40 seconds!
The members of Laco have forgotten the time, and are working hard, and the fans of Laco have also forgotten the time, shouting wholeheartedly.
However, Wang Ai did not forget it! During the run, he received a cross pass from Belleron. He suddenly stopped Rodriguez, took the ball in the middle and rushed towards the goal. Jive, Wang Ai's upper body swayed at a high speed, but passed The man's instant ball gave Victor the other side.
May be exhausted? Almost missed the ball!
After receiving the ball, Victor quickly led the ball forward. When he passed, he hung on the foot of the opponent's defender to block the football, and the two fell together.
The referee's whistle sounded on time.
Surrounded by the Monaco players' explanations and remarks, the referee hesitated slightly, and still gave a direct free kick. A foul is a foul, and I won't give it away because the visiting team has a free kick master. If such a game is delayed by his own misjudgment, his career is almost over.
The Monaco defender lay on the ground and resolutely exhausted the last thirty seconds.
With the encouragement of his teammates, Wang Ai stood behind the football.
The teammates were scattered all around, although this was the last kick, and although they were very tired after the excitement, no one sat down, but leaned on each other waiting for the fate's verdict.
Belleron dangled on Silva's shoulders, and Silva bent down slightly and leaned his head, frowning. "Juan, look at Doctor's right calf, isn't it red?"
Belleron stared, his heart twitched, stepped forward, squatted down and looked closely, a large piece of blood had already been revealed in thick socks.
Belleron did not dare to tell Wang Ai, stood up and patted his teammates on the shoulders: "How? Can you do it?"
Wang Ai activities: "Slightly uncomfortable, all right, no delay."
"Or else, I or Pandiani for you?" Belleron worried.
Wang Ai shook his head with a smile and whispered, "I ca n’t kick in, called Venus; if you can't kick in, you're called Judas."
Belle groaned, and then came to her senses. This last goal determines the shot that is destined to be recorded in the history of the game. If Wang Ai did not score, people will only feel regret and regret for him. After all, he has scored four. And if others don't kick in, the media will describe them as traitors, saying that they have profaned this great game and their teammates' outstanding performance.
The thought of sports media across Spain, Europe, and even the world, and often turned out to scold for decades, Belleron ... turned around and left.
Raco's fans widened their eyes, covered their mouths, and refused to make a sound. Monaco people are praying, and in the stadium of Louis II, quiet like the forest in the morning.
The strange feeling on his legs made Wang Ai feel that he could not make a strong volley shot. He was afraid that his strength was insufficient and the angle could not be caught by the opponent's goalkeeper. However, if he chose a precise angle or a large arc, it seemed to be a bit out of control.
How to do it?
Wang Ai squatted down, repositioned the football, stepped back five steps, staring staringly at the opposite wall, goalkeeper and goal. He concentrated all his attention, forgetting everything around him.
five four three two one! Wang Ai hit his football to the bottom of the middle with a toe.
The speed of the ball was unexpected and unpredictable. Rome was ready to rush out. Seeing the situation hurriedly adjusted back, staring at the trajectory of the football in the air.
The football flew to the left, and Rome's footsteps moved to the left to save. Then, the football suddenly turned to the right!
Rome encouraged to keep the balance, move again, and just before taking off, the football suddenly turned back to the left!
Rome: "Head coach, come and see the aliens!"
In Rome's sluggish eyes, the football flew softly into the goal.
The bizarre change of direction in the air twice, the standard little Juninho-style free kick!
With three different whistle lengths, the stadium was quiet for less than a second before boiling.
Wang Ai opened his arms and jumped back, his teammates, coaches, team doctors and news officers running in all directions.
This is Super Laco!