Chapter 93 Overtaking on a Curve! Is Jiang Shen still hiding?

Facing a double-team from Clichy and Fernandinho, Jiang Yan remained calm and controlled the ball steadily.

The two players surrounded Jiang Yan from both sides, blocking all passing routes from the front and sides, clearly intending to trap him in place and intercept the ball!

"This is bad! Wolves in front, tigers on the flanks, and pursuers behind! What should Jiang Yan do?"

In the Real Madrid stands, the fans were on tenterhooks, wondering if Jiang Yan could get through this ordeal.

This attacking opportunity was created by Jiang Yan, so even if he concedes a goal, the fans won't criticize him.

Moreover, in this situation where they are sandwiched between three sides, even if someone comes to help now, it will be too late.

But the fans were still praying that they wouldn't concede a goal.

……

On the coaching bench, Benitez anxiously patted his bald head. Reason told him that in this situation, he should order the players to retreat and prepare for the upcoming counterattack.

But in his heart, there was always a voice telling him: Trust Jiang Yan.

So he waved his hand and directed the players to press forward and attack.

On the other side, Pellegrini finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his players sandwiching Jiang Yan.

"We've finally stopped this attack; it's time to prepare for the counterattack!"

Pellegrini glanced at Benitez on the side and found him directing his players to push forward in an attack.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Even in this situation, he's still thinking about attacking. Has Benitez lost his mind? He's neither Messi nor Ronaldo. Does he really think Jiang Yan can break through a three-man encirclement?"

……

Just as the two were about to close the door and block the way, Jiang Yan suddenly felt his footing sink and his center of gravity shifted sharply to the left.

"Jiang Yan has made a move! Could it be that he has figured out a way to break through?"

Clichy and Fernandinho instinctively shifted to the side in unison, trying to block the inside.

"Damn it! The two anticipated Jiang Yan's movements and locked the gap on the left side in advance!"

But that was just a feint.

"A feint...a feint! He's not trying to force his way through from the left!"

Jiang Yan flicked the ball with his toe, pushing it into the wide open space to the front.

"Jiang Yan passes the ball!"

"He moved!"

"Another Bergkamp-style turn?"

Seeing Jiang Yan lob the ball out, Clichy and Fernandinho both turned around, trying to touch the ball first.

"Oh no! Clichy and Fernandinho were prepared and acted first!"

"Jiang Yan is really going to concede a goal this time!!!"

[Oh no! Jiang Shen is doomed now. He finally created this opportunity to counterattack!]

Is this right? Benitez is still directing the forward press; he's really not afraid of conceding a goal!

It seems Benitez has lost his temper; Real Madrid is in danger now!

[What do you know! Benitez is just trusting Jiang Shen; Jiang Shen has his own methods!]

……

Clichy and Fernandinho acted first.

Jiang Yan finally made a move.

He suddenly exerted force with both legs.

Gareth Bell activates the [Curve Overtaking - Soaring Through the Clouds] skill pack.

With a sudden burst of speed, the car completed a curve overtaking maneuver along the edge of the road.

"Holy crap!! What is that? Overtaking on a curve? Starting late but getting ahead!"

"Faster! So fast! Jiang Yan's speed is unbelievable!"

Jiang Yan sped along the grass, the ball rolling along the sideline, one man and one ball, forcefully overtaking the two from the outside!

Krish, who was slower, could only stare wide-eyed at Jiang Yan's back, his face filled with disbelief.

Fernandinho, who was slightly ahead, attempted to physically challenge Jiang Yan, causing him to stumble.

But now, Jiang Yan's favorite thing is physical confrontation!

boom!

Fernandinho took the initiative to exert force and seek physical confrontation, but ended up stumbling and falling to the ground!

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"Fernandinho initiated a physical confrontation with Jiang Yan, and was surprisingly knocked over by Jiang Yan!"

"Jiang Yan has regained possession of the ball!"

He Wei exclaimed excitedly, "Textbook-level wing breakthrough! Jiang Yan has used his ball control and explosive power to the fullest!"

Having shaken off the double-team, Jiang Yan accelerated to full speed, his white clothes fluttering as he surged forward along the Bernabéu wing like a white lightning bolt!

Manchester City's entire defense was thrown into chaos in an instant.

Otamendi and Sania rushed out in a panic, only to be hit by Jiang Yan's exhaust fumes.

[God's-eye view] Calmly surveying the entire scene.

At this point, Manchester City only had Mangala left in their defense.

Despite seeing Bale, Benzema, and Ronaldo in wide-open positions, Jiang Yan showed no intention of passing the ball.

"Jiang Yan dribbled past his opponent... but he didn't choose to pass!"

Mangala, as if facing a formidable enemy, swiftly moved to the side to cover, attempting to block Jiang Yan's path as he cut inside.

But Jiang Yan's footwork was so fast that it left afterimages, and his speed did not decrease at all!

With a gentle flick of his toe, the ball, like an obedient sprite, folded inwards along the grass!

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yan's body suddenly sank, and he launched himself again with explosive speed, forcibly overtaking Mangala from the side!

He Wei exclaimed in surprise, "He's gotten past Mangala! That's the fifth person he's faced! Is he going to score a solo goal?"

"Jiang Yan goes one-on-one against the goalkeeper!!"

The fans have completely gone crazy!

The entire stadium rose to their feet, their white scarves and jerseys billowing like a tidal wave, their shouts almost tearing the sky apart!

"Jiang... the amazing Chinese man, Jiang!"

Inside the penalty area, Joe Hart was already on high alert.

Seeing Jiang Yan speeding into the penalty area, the English goalkeeper immediately blocked him, covering the far corner completely, his arm outstretched, leaving Jiang Yan with almost no space to shoot.

"The angle is too tight! Is he still going to force a shot?"

"Even top strikers would find it difficult to score from this position!"

"Jiang Shen! Pass the ball!"

Cristiano Ronaldo, Benzema, and Bale were frantically raising their hands in the middle, calling for the ball. As long as Jiang Yan made a cross, it would be an excellent opportunity to score into an empty net.

The audience, the commentators, the defenders—almost everyone thought he would choose to pass the ball.

But he still didn't choose to pass the ball; instead, he kept his eyes fixed on the goal.

The next second, Jiang Yan supported himself with his left leg and suddenly stretched his right leg backward!

"Here it comes! Jiang Shen is about to shoot!!"

At the same time as the shot was taken, Villa's "Close-Loop Finishing" skill pack was activated.

"A tight angle! They actually chose to shoot from a tight angle!!"

The ball was struck hard by the instep, and with a sharp whooshing sound, it sped away close to the near post!

Joe Hart made a desperate dive, his fingertips just inches from the ball, but he ultimately couldn't reach it!

Goal!!!!

"GOALLLLLLL!!!!"

"1-1, Real Madrid has equalized!"

He Wei's voice was excited: "Intercepting the ball in the backfield, overtaking on a curve, dribbling past five players in a solo run and scoring from a tight angle—this goal absolutely deserves a spot in the Champions League's top ten goals!!"

"How can one man hold the pass? I'll ride alone for a thousand miles to brave the dragon's den!"

"I can already picture tomorrow's 'World Football' headline!"

"Benitez's trust paid off with a spectacular goal that will go down in history!"

The moment the ball hit the net, the entire Bernabéu erupted in cheers!

A sea of ​​white erupted as tens of thousands of fans chanted the same name in unison: "Jiang!"

On the sidelines,

Pellegrini was stunned, his previous contempt and mockery completely frozen on his face, unable to utter a single word.

I was just thinking to myself, "He can actually score!"

Benitez clenched his fist and swung it out, the usually calm and famous coach losing his temper and roaring on the sidelines for the first time!

"Jiang! Your trust and hard work have paid off!"

A highly-rated comment in the live stream:

Uncle Jiang: I only exerted a little force.

Jiang Yan, who scored such a brilliant goal, did not choose to celebrate. Instead, he ran into the goal, picked up the ball, and ran towards the center circle.

With the away goals rule in place, a draw alone is not enough for Real Madrid to advance.

We must hurry and score another goal!

But his teammates were ecstatic.

Such a brilliant goal, one that could be recorded in history, caused the entire Real Madrid team to frantically rush onto him in celebration, even though Jiang Yan didn't want to.

"Jiang! That kick was incredible!"

"I never expected this, Jiang, you're actually the king of small angles!"

"Jiang, that goal was practically a steal, overtaking me on a curve!"

Jiang Yan struggled to break free, pointed to the scoreboard, and then to the midfield kickoff point.

"One goal more, we can celebrate later!"

A simple sentence instantly silenced the noisy teammates around him, who then nodded emphatically.

The initial excitement immediately transformed into an even stronger fighting spirit.

Watching this scene unfold, Zhan Jun couldn't help but exclaim, "He scored such a spectacular solo goal, yet remained calm and focused solely on winning the game. That mentality is truly unlike that of a young player!"

He Wei added, "Composure, calmness, and a big heart—that's the quality of a top-tier player!"

Amidst the deafening cheers of the fans, the Real Madrid players reluctantly parted from Jiang Yan and returned to their positions.

Jiang Yan, holding the ball, walked step by step towards the center circle.

What is leadership? This is leadership! Refuse to celebrate, focus solely on winning!

[Jiang Shen's ambition is off the charts, don't celebrate yet, there's still time.]

[Uncle Jiang: The performance has just ended, the official competition is now starting!]

……

The cheers at the Bernabéu grew louder and louder, and the entire stadium was enveloped in a white heatwave.

Jiang Yan placed the ball steadily at the center circle tee spot, then ran backwards.

The whistle blew, and the game restarted.

Pellegrini paced back and forth on the sidelines, his face terribly grim. His carefully planned solid defense and counter-attack had been completely shattered by Jiang Yan alone.

"Although we have the advantage, Real Madrid will eventually chip away at it." Pellegrini's eyes were fixed on the Asian face standing in the defensive midfield position. "It's time to come up with a second plan."

……

Studio.

"With the score still tied at 1-1 in the 35th minute, Real Madrid needs another goal to advance, while Manchester City only needs to hold on to their lead to advance!"

"Hey! Look at Pellegrini on the sidelines, he seems to be making some kind of hand gesture!"

The camera pans to Pellegrini on the sidelines, who makes a "2" gesture towards the crowd on the field.

The ball came to De Bruyne's feet.