"Goal!"

"Li Kang breached the French defense with the most elegant, deft, and brutal method!"

"A magnificent goal!"

"Turning the impossible into reality!"

"The ultimate interpretation of passing, stopping, dribbling, and shooting!"

"Initiating the attack, finishing the attack!"

"After 58 years, the second player under 20 years old to score in a World Cup final in the long river of football history."

"Standing before Li Kang, there is only Pele!"

"Strictly speaking, Diego Costa's pass was also good, causing the French defense to misjudge..."

...

The slow-motion replay of the goal.

The commentator still couldn't calm his excitement.

Such a brilliant goal on the World Cup final stage is destined to be revered as a classic and widely circulated.

Ten goals.

Li Kang has scored ten goals in a single World Cup!

In the live broadcast room.

Barrage of comments flying.

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[Handsome! Too handsome!]

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[One person blows up the French defense!]

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[Is Li Kang's right foot also that skillful?]

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[If this goal were in *Captain Tsubasa*, it would take ten episodes!]

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[Initial odds France -0.5? Where did the online betting company get its confidence?]

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[The interception before initiating the counterattack seems simple, but it is actually very difficult; Pogba didn't make a mistake, he used his body to create a blind spot in the opponent's interception line and then turned with the ball instead of receiving it, a very advanced and efficient way of playing, but... it was guessed.]

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[Koke's forward coordination was very good.]

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[Can Spain park the bus and hold the score?]

Luzhniki Stadium, a surge of sound.

The little assistant and the WAGs embraced excitedly.

Voller and old man Toppmöller waved their fists.

Tens of thousands of spectators shouted Li Kang's name in unison.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Li Kang, Diego Costa, and Koke ran to the corner flag to celebrate.

Looking through the blinding stadium spotlights, he looked up at the night sky, but didn't see stars or the moon.

Joy set off loneliness.

Lloris remained kneeling, looking lost: the national team didn't have any yellow people for him to scold.

Pogba angrily gestured at his teammates, blaming them for being too slow to defend after losing possession.

Varane scooped the football from the net and threw it to Mbappé, who jogged back.

Sideline.

The Spanish coaching staff, while delighted, quickly gave adjustment advice: low-block defense.

Del Bosque nodded, feeling somewhat uneasy.

The Bull Dynasty's road to victory never required building a low-block defense; it wasn't in their DNA.

You might as well let 2006 Italy defend this French team.

On the other side.

Deschamps quickly calmed down.

He gestured downward to his players on the field.

Can't panic.

Can't be stunned.

The match restarted in the center circle.

Giroud was so anxious he almost dropped his pants, passing the kickoff back to Matuidi.

The French team's formation quickly pressed forward.

After several smooth passes, the ball came to Pogba's feet.

"Pogba is much more mature than before."

"Why hasn't he passed yet?"

"In Deschamps' tactical philosophy, the ball-holding core can slow down the tempo, but the running requirements for the second and third receivers are higher; look at Griezmann and Mbappé..."

Pogba 'leisurely' completed a one-two with Kanté.

The moment he received the ball with his back to the defense.

Fàbregas quickly approached.

Pogba deliberately let the ball go, feinting to turn to the left.

Immediately afterward.

Ankle force.

Suddenly wrenching his body back from the 'left turn', the explosive dribbling stance initiated!

Fàbregas was faked out and lost his balance.

Thiago quickly helped defend, blocking Pogba's path forward.

No intense physical confrontation.

Pogba once again demonstrated his strong physical flexibility and ankle strength.

The 'explosive dribbling stance' suddenly stopped.

Emergency stop.

Pushing the ball with the outside of his left foot.

Then turning around.

Stepping with his right foot, starting again.

This scene stunned audiences around the world.

Too skillful.

What kind of historical-level talent is this?

"Compared to before, Pogba is much more mature."

"No longer relying on physical collisions to solve problems."

"Continuous, concealed, and concise escape moves, single-handedly defeating Spain's double defensive midfielders from the center."

"Spain's defensive positioning speed is very fast."

"Griezmann and Mbappé are running even faster!"

"Beautiful!"

"Pogba's scalpel-like through ball!"

"Mbappé!"

That black teenager who looked like a Ninja Turtle burst out with incredible terrifying speed!

The moment he received the ball, he attracted the attention of the world.

The new generation of French supercars, at lightning speed.

The Luzhniki Stadium seemed to be swept by a black wind.

Nacho is a masterpiece of Real Madrid's youth training.

He has a mouth that can only be opened with a screwdriver.

Outstanding talent.

Unfortunately, hereditary diseases and old injuries have relegated him to a T2-level defender.

He simply couldn't keep up with that Ninja Turtle.

Empty.

The right side of the penalty area is empty.

Mbappé dribbled in and shot!

*Pa!*

De Gea, who had made a 'K-shaped stance' in advance, blocked the ball with his foot!

"Wow!"

"De Gea's block!"

"Successfully defusing the danger!"

"The left knee near the post is raised, the right knee is kneeling to close the gap under the crotch, the upper body is vertical... He made the most appropriate blocking action at the most appropriate time."

"Looking at the slow-motion replay, De Gea did two things when Pogba sent the through ball..."

"The replay is cut off... The crisis has not been resolved!"

"Pavard quickly throws in the ball."

Kanté unloads the ball and passes it to Pavard again.

Pavard crosses.

Giroud lunges forward.

Griezmann leisurely "strolls" in the Spanish penalty area; his combat tendency is "waiting."

Some players are very good at discovering gaps in the defense; once they find a gap, they will immediately squeeze in... causing their running tendency to be easily recognized by the opponent.

Griezmann is different.

Although this guy's character is very poor, his business ability is very strong.

Simeone is considered by mainstream media to stifle players' creativity.

In fact, he has very high requirements for attacking players' understanding of space and timing in the attacking end.

Griezmann is full of patience in dismantling the opponent's defense.

Like an experienced hunter.

"Giroud and Piqué are interfering with each other, and neither of them got the point."

"Griezmann is accelerating!"

"Adjusting steps."

"Wow! Standing scissor kick!"

Griezmann appeared at the landing point of the football, raising his left leg high.

*Bang!*

The football roared towards the Spanish goal!

De Gea's body stretched in mid-air, his platinum gloves barely blocking the ball!

A sigh rang out throughout the stadium.

Griezmann rubbed his hair in frustration.

Pogba shrugged again: indicating that the ball should have been set up for him to shoot.

Live broadcast room.

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[Why do I feel like the French team is going to equalize any minute now?]

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[The French team's firepower is so fierce and there are so many attacking points that they have forced De Gea back into the form of the Manchester United God.]

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[So the French Rooster's positional attack is also so strong!]

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[The French team plays pretty well in local areas.]

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[The youth coach told my son not to step on the ball during the game! But looking at this year's Champions League final and World Cup final, which of these top players doesn't step on the ball? Which one doesn't control the ball with their foot?]

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[Times have changed, and small techniques are also improving.]

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[How long can Spain last with a low-block defense?]

The French team took a corner kick.

Li Kang retreated to the penalty area, overpowering big Giroud, leaping high, and clearing the ball.

The crisis was still not resolved.

Griezmann's judgment of the landing point was too accurate.

Thirty-meter area.

Stepping on the football after it landed with his left foot.

Facing the approaching Koke.

The French white player pulled the ball back again.

In the blink of an eye.

The man and the ball bypassed the Atlético Madrid midfielder.

"A pull and a push."

"Successfully escaped."

"Wide range transfer, staggered bombing!"

"Lucas!"

The football fell to the other side of the field, and the Atlético Madrid wing-back who rushed up at high speed swung his leg in the air!

Unfortunately.

Lucas doesn't know the Peach Blossom Shadow Falling Flying Divine Sword (a martial arts technique).

The football flew into the stands.

Sideline.

Del Bosque, with lingering fears, patted his big belly and said seriously:

"In this final, the one connecting the midfield is not Pogba, but Griezmann!"

"Fortunately, that kid's weakness is that his ball-holding ability is weak!"

"Suppress him."

"And Mbappé; he is the one who truly determines the French team's attacking speed!"

"No, we can't let Li participate in deep defense too much; him staying in the front field is the biggest threat to the French team."

Taking advantage of the dead ball stage, Miñano quickly conveyed the head coach's intentions to the players on the field.

He suddenly realized that the old coach was no longer in that sleepy-eyed state today!

On the other side.

Deschamps quickly calmed down.

He was still thinking non-stop.

Time passed minute by minute.

Del Bosque's adjustment was very effective.

Koke, in coordination with Thiago, sealed off Griezmann's connection.

But the French team's resource center shifted to the backfield again.

Stable ball distribution.

Reliable.

Secure.

Perfect second-ball contesting ability.

The French Rooster's historical-level defense supported the luxurious mid-and-front field.

Continuous bombardment finally had an effect.

43rd minute of the match.

Griezmann fell outside the arc of the penalty area.

The referee decisively blew his whistle, awarding a free kick!

"Oops?"

"Saúl shouldn't have made a mistake in this position!"

"The French team gets a very dangerous free kick in a very good position!"

"Hmm? Looking at the slow-motion replay, Saúl didn't touch Griezmann; Griezmann himself left the ground with both feet and only touched Saúl when he fell!"

"Typical dive."

"The infighting between two Atlético Madrid teammates."

"Thiago is gesturing the VAR sign to the referee... The referee ignored it!"

The audience looked at the LED screen in the air with complex expressions.

The Luzhniki Stadium was immediately filled with a tidal wave of boos.

The referee took out the foam spray and drew a "U" shape at the foul location.

The Spanish players gave up arguing and lined up the wall at the urging of the linesman.

De Gea was on full alert.

Griezmann's face was calm as he placed the football.

*Beep!*

Three-step run-up!

*Bang!*

The football lifted off the ground, spun violently, and flew towards the upper right corner of the goal.

De Gea threw himself.

His platinum gloves were just a little short of touching the football.

1:1!!!

The French team equalized.

Griezmann ran towards the corner flag, raising his hands and making a "six" gesture, shaking them frantically.

"Goal."

"The French star's celebration move comes from Canadian singer Drake's music video 'Hotline Bling'."

"A controversial free kick call, but Griezmann still seized the opportunity and scored."

"Relying on its stronger overall strength, the French team has taken control of the match."

De Gea shook his head helplessly.

Saúl still wanted to argue with the referee, but was pulled away by his teammates.

Li Kang silently picked up the football and ran back to the center circle.

The audience didn't stop booing.

The French fans were overjoyed.

For some, misjudgment is also part of football.

Live broadcast room.

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[Although it was a dive, Griezmann's free kick was very skillful.]

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[Why not look at VAR?]

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[The current VAR rules are not yet perfect; apart from penalties and red cards, other situations are not looked at.]

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[Spain is in trouble; if the French team keeps attacking like this, they probably won't be able to hold on.]

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[I've been watching football for twenty years, and I've never seen Spain win a match by parking the bus; can't you figure it out? You're not Italy.]

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[The French warriors have delivered the first blow to the Great Demon King.]

Sideline.

Miñano complained frantically to the fourth official.

Del Bosque paced back and forth anxiously.

On the other side.

Deschamps, after celebrating excitedly with the coaching staff, gestured to his players to continue attacking.

The first half was given two minutes of stoppage time.

The match restarted in the center circle.

Morata passed the kickoff back to Piqué.

The Bull Corps unfolded their advance in an orderly manner.

The football flowed smoothly between the red shirts.

Suddenly.

A short, dark egg broke that order.

"Kanté."

"Clean interception!"

"A historical-level defensive midfielder!"

"He is like a hammer, smashing the smooth passing network."

The French team's transition attack didn't have too complicated passing rotations.

Kanté's task at the club is to pass the ball to Li Kang; his task in the national team is to pass the ball to Pogba.

*Pa.*

The football rolled to Pogba's feet.

Koke and Fàbregas quickly intercepted from the front.

Pogba stepped on the ball and pulled it back with his left foot.

Avoiding Fàbregas's tackle.

The moment his left foot left the ball after landing.

The shape of his foot changed.

Gently knocking the ball inward again.

His figure surged!

He冲过了蒂亚戈 (chong guo le di ya ge)! (rushed past Thiago!)

"How is Pogba so strong in the national team?"

"He has created space in the frontcourt again."

"Deschamps in the command area is waving his hands desperately!"

"His teammates are also pointing to the far end!"

"The entire French team is calling for him to pass the ball..."

*Pa!*

Pogba still passed the ball!

Accurately passing it to Mbappé!

Ninja Turtle, stomping on the grass, exerting force again!

The Spanish defense seemed to be bitten by a fierce beast!

Accompanied by exclamations from all four stands.

Mbappé, after receiving the ball, accelerated a second time.

He killed into the right side of the Spanish penalty area!

Nacho's defensive positioning was very good, but in a one-on-one duel, he couldn't keep up with Mbappé's changes in rhythm!

Instinctively making a pulling motion with his hand...

His outstretched right foot failed to touch the football... instead, it tripped the Ninja Turtle.

Mbappé fell in the penalty area.

*Beep!*

The referee decisively blew his whistle and pointed to the penalty spot!

Penalty kick!

The French team had just equalized and now they got a penalty kick!

Everything happened too quickly, catching the audience off guard.

"This time we have to look at VAR."

"Looking at the slow-motion replay, Nacho did commit a foul; not only did he trip Mbappé with his foot... he also pulled and dragged him with his hand! The penalty kick call is not a problem at all."

"Will it be a red card?"

"The referee from Argentina—Pitana—is under a lot of pressure at this moment, showing a red card in the World Cup final."

"Wow!"

"Red card!"

"It's really a red card!"

"The Bull Corps has fallen from heaven to the abyss of hell!"

"We can't understand Nacho's mood at this moment... He didn't explain much; instead, he silently walked to the sideline."

"He doesn't want to be the sinner of the Bull Corps; he was just standing in that position, trying to fulfill his duty..."

Mbappé got up and pointed his finger.

Giving up the opportunity to take the penalty kick.

Pogba hurriedly grabbed the football and ran to the penalty spot inside the penalty area.

The night wind in the Luzhniki Stadium blew on the audience, as if there was a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Del Bosque stared blankly in the direction of his own goal.

Miñano turned his back and covered his eyes.

Deschamps's fists hidden in his pockets couldn't stop trembling.

*Beep!*

Pogba, who is 1.9 meters tall, began to run up.

His dark, long legs stepped with a strange rhythm.

*Bang!*

The football slammed straight into the center of the goal.

De Gea dived in the wrong direction.

1:2!!!

From heaven to hell.

From hell to heaven.

The joys and sorrows of the two teams reversed at this moment.

Pogba waved his fist excitedly, rushed to the corner flag, and used his racial talent to dance.

In the midst of the carnival celebration, he secretly glanced at Li Kang.

Li Kang was still silently walking to the net, picking up the football, and running back to the center circle.

Pogba curled his lips in disdain: Silly kid, the first half will be over after the restart, is it useful to run so fast?

"Another goal!"

"Pogba!"

"He has perfectly fulfilled his talent on the World Cup stage!"

"In just three minutes! The French team scored two goals in a row! Completing the reversal!"

"This final is full of various elements of the football world."

"The goddess of victory is smiling at the French constellations!"

"The Bull Corps, fighting with one less player, has fallen into a predicament!"

Live broadcast room.

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[Who said there are few goals in the final? Look, there have been three in the first half.]

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[It's over; is Li Mingdeng finally going to fail once? I saved my private money for half a year.]

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[Don't panic; you've watched too few matches; this situation is: Ruby God of War Card; Li Kang will transform into the Ruby God of War!]

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[There will be no more goals next; the game will end 1:2.]

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[The French warriors have inflicted heavy damage on the Great Demon King!]

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[Li Kang picks up the ball and scores twice.]

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[The French team is very strong; the back defense supports the entire formation's premise, Griezmann's connection, Pogba's personal advance, Mbappé's "third-person speed"; Li Kang's chances are slim.]

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[Life is not so perfect; you always have to experience regrets; it doesn't matter; Li Kang is still very young.]

The match restarted in the center circle.

As soon as Morata kicked off, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

The players from both sides walked off the green field.

The Bull Corps was silent.

The French Rooster cheered.

Two emotions converged in the tunnel, and the dark eggs took the initiative to restrain their excitement.

Spanish locker room.

Del Bosque didn't take too much time to deliver a speech about adversity.

Instead, he helplessly moved the magnetic flags on the tactical board, making adjustments: allowing Li Kang to participate in deep defense at the beginning of the second half.

Fighting with one less player.

Continuous forward attacks will only be subjected to more terrible blows.

"The French team's offensive is not as strong as imagined."

"They reversed us through a diving free kick and a penalty kick!"

"There are still 45 minutes left in the match."

"We still have a chance to equalize!"

"Take the time to rest!"

Li Kang didn't think about anything.

He sat quietly on the chair, closed his eyes and rested, preparing to meet the challenge of the second half.

French team locker room.

Deschamps gave a series of formations.

His coaching level is very high, and he is very pragmatic.

"We must do a good job in defense!"

"Even if the other side is sent off with one player, even if we are in the lead."

"If we lose possession, we must mark Li, even if we have to foul!"

The dark eggs nodded seriously.

The French coach has a strong control over the locker room, stifling their racial talent for infighting.

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

The players from both sides returned to the green field.

The Luzhniki Stadium gradually returned to its hustle and bustle; many fans were still loudly calling Li Kang's name, even knowing that the Bull Corps, fighting with one less player, would be very passive next.

"Good evening, friends; welcome back."

"Now broadcasting live for you is the final showdown of the 2018 Russia World Cup."

"The second half of the match between Spain and France."

"The current score between the two sides is 1:2!"

"Which side will the Hercules Trophy ultimately belong to? Let's wait and see!"

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The second half of the match officially began.

French team possession.

Under the influence of Deschamps's "pragmatic" philosophy, the dark eggs had no intention of rushing the start.

Instead, they passed the ball unhurriedly.

Moving forward steadily.

Whenever they encountered a situation with a strong local defensive depth, they immediately passed back to the backcourt, started passing the ball, and continued to reorganize the attack.

Time passed imperceptibly.

The scene was calm.

There were no overly intense struggles.

The Bull Corps was wary of the weakness of the defense behind them.

France, leading by one goal, tried to kill with a slow knife.

The audience suddenly realized that this French team was a bit like Spain, and this Spanish team was a bit like the French team...

Torment.

The supporters of the Bull Corps felt extremely tormented.

The match time was getting shorter and shorter, and they couldn't see any hope for ten-man Spain to equalize the score.

In the stands.

Old Man Toppmöller was irritable and cursed the Japanese beside him thoroughly.

The little assistant and the WAGs looked anxious, stomping their feet and hammering the railings from time to time.

Teacher Bellendat raised his glasses and said bitterly, "It's very difficult... Although there are not many complicated tactical changes in national team-level matches, the French team plays very pragmatically and won't give any opportunities."

Kießling nodded: "Ten people playing against eleven people, in the face of absolute strength difference..."

Voller interrupted with a smile: "That's right; the French can't resist Li!"

64th minute of the match.

France sped up.

Spain's midfield positioning was very stable, cutting off the connection between Pogba and his teammates in time.

Pogba had a series of "electric shocks and twitches."

Full of feints!

Searching for space again!

Using his powerful ankle strength, he sent a precise through ball.

In an instant.

Griezmann, Giroud, and Mbappé formed a "triangular forward insertion" formation.

No dragging passes.

Griezmann's advantage is that he doesn't hold the ball.

Unloading the ball.

Raising the ball with the outside of his foot!

The football accurately found Giroud's head!

*Pa!*

Heading the ball!

Pointing to the gap in front of Mbappé!

Ninja Turtle is here again!

Rushing at lightning speed, shining in Russia!

In the lens, with Mbappé as the focus, the billboards on the sidelines began to blur!

The Bull Corps coaching staff fell into the abyss.

The new generation of French supercars is simply a nightmare in this final.

Suddenly.

A black-haired figure blocked Mbappé.

Like a car mechanic, suddenly removing the French supercar's tires.

Mbappé lost control of the football.

His whole person couldn't stop his inertia and staggered to the ground.

"No foul!"

"Li Kang, who is deeply defensive, is the nightmare of all attackers!"

"He can even fight Messi head-on; can't he defend against a supernova?"

There was no time for slow-motion replays.

In the Luzhniki Stadium, another gust of wind blew; it was a faster wind!

Li Kang dribbled the ball directly from the backfield and started sprinting.

He heard a young beast neighing in his ear.

The phantom of a little foal quietly appeared.

Long time no see.

Ruhr area, Borussia Park, World War I, World War II.

The Mönchengladbach totem seemed to have run through the long river of history and descended on France again!

Flood!

One person is a flood!

Del Bosque and Miñano saw hope and frantically gestured for the front players to spread out the attack width!

Deschamps anxiously urged his players to quickly take their positions!

On the center circle line.

Pogba and Kanté formed a surrounding posture.

Li Kang didn't slow down.

Changing the line by dribbling at high speed!

The two dark eggs hurriedly chased back!

Matuidi, as the second midfield barrier, topped up in time!

"Can he break through?"

"Wow! He broke through!"

The cheers and applause from tens of thousands of people made the night in Moscow no longer quiet.

The fans seemed to have been poured a bottle of vodka; their blood was burning!

The French team's strongest three midfielders were blown up by Li Kang's continuous dribbling line changes twice in a row!

A breathtaking high-speed rush!

Amazing touch accuracy!

No gorgeous escape moves!

A perfect combination of strength, skill, and speed!

Exploded!

The Luzhniki Stadium is about to explode!

No matter how brilliant the French constellations are, they are not the protagonist!

"The French team's front and back fields are disconnected!"

"The Spanish front field has widened the attack width!"

"Here it comes!"

The evening wind of the Moscow River blew the red shirts.

The helmsman of the invincible fleet on the green field unleashed the fiercest artillery fire!

Body leaning.

Swinging arms.

Raising the foot.

Lifting a thousand pounds.

At this moment.

It seemed that the whole world was gently trembling.

*Bang!*

A roar that resounded through the night sky!

It seemed to make the clouds in the sky begin to dissipate!

Deschamps's high nose suddenly felt a drop of moisture!

The football was like a cannonball fired from a cannon.

Roaring.

Rotating.

Fierce and domineering.

Resounding momentum.

Drawing an arc in mid-air, bypassing the French team's tall and hard defense!

Lloris froze in place, dumbfounded.

He only saw a black shadow flash past...

Looking back again.

The net behind him had been lifted high!

Pogba forgot when he stopped chasing; he only felt his knees were soft, as if he could no longer catch up with that black-haired figure.

2:2!!!

The commentator was stunned for two seconds.

How the hell… how should he describe the facts?

The ending is tomorrow or the day after tomorrow; many redundant tactical changes have been cut, so this chapter is only 7,000 words.