In the real world, the match has entered the final stages of the first half. The three Blue Lock geniuses, Sae Itoshi, Isagi Yoichi, and Tokimitsu Aoshi, are all making a forward run at the same time. However, they've all run into their own problems. All four of the national youth team's "steel walls" have latched onto them, turning the penalty box into a battlefield.
Whoosh!
The ball leaves Eita Otoya's foot and flies towards the national youth team's goal. In this moment, Sae Itoshi and Isagi Yoichi are both envisioning their own goals, using everything they can, even their teammates, to score. This is their weapon and the egoism they learned at Blue Lock.
However, just as they are both beginning to create a mental picture of the goal, two flashes of light quickly enter their field of vision and step into the battlefield. In this tense and exciting moment, Sae Itoshi and Tendou come rushing into the frame together.
Snap!
In an instant, Isagi Yoichi's half-completed plan is shattered. Like Sae Itoshi, he is completely thrown off by the sudden appearance of these two, and he can no longer read the situation.
"Sae Itoshi?"
"Tendou?"
Aiku and Isagi Yoichi are both stunned. It's as if everything has nothing to do with them now, because they are powerless. They can only watch as the two of them decide the winner.
The audience in the real world is instantly excited. In the shot, Tendou and Sae Itoshi are both surrounded by different colored lights. With only the whites of their eyes showing, they look like two wild beasts, charging towards the ball together with lightning crackling around them.
And then, they see Tendou leap forward with all his might from the edge of the penalty box. He stretches himself out in mid-air, his body almost parallel to the grass. Finally...
Thump!
Tendou powerfully kicks the ball. The ball flies straight towards the far corner of the goal. The national youth team has no reaction. No one expected Tendou to shoot in this way. In their minds, this looks more like a shot that Ryusei Shidou would take.
But Tendou isn't imitating Ryusei Shidou. He's imitating Haaland's goal. Haaland, also known as "Majin Buu," has a flexibility that completely contradicts his body size. He is always able to score with unexpected movements. The "Demon Kick" is one of his signature moves.
Swish!
A white splash of light appears in the national youth team's goal. This is a shot that sends the national youth team's "happy bean" players to the rooftop. He scores the fourth goal of the match and completes his personal brace. Sae Itoshi is helpless against it. Tendou's shot was at the absolute limit of his reach. Sae Itoshi thinks his height of 1.8 meters is not bad, but it is still a significant difference from Tendou's 1.93 meters. Tendou's incredible kick is something he can only watch, completely powerless to stop it.
Watching the ball roll into the net, Tendou gets up from the ground and quickly runs to the corner flag. He doesn't celebrate. Under the gaze of the audience, Tendou repeatedly makes a downward pressing motion with his right hand.
Be quiet!
The tens of thousands of spectators fall silent, then burst into even louder boos. How dare this bastard provoke us? The angry fans grab water bottles and start throwing them. Tendou makes his getaway after "flexing," perfectly avoiding the trash thrown from the stands.
And in the real world, the message "Quiet, Camp Nou!" starts to flood the screen. Tendou knows how to get a reaction. In addition to the "Siu" celebration, this downward hand gesture to quiet the crowd is also a move that leaves a lasting impression on countless fans. As the victims, the Barcelona fans naturally fight back. The two groups of fans clash again, while fans of Liverpool, Bayern, Manchester United, and others just watch with amusement.
"Goal!"
"Tendou scores his second!"
"He scores an unbelievable goal!"
"This is absolutely the most incredible kick I've ever seen, and he did it right in front of the genius Sae Itoshi!"
"3-1! The Blue Lock team has a two-goal lead again!"
"He is a football elf on the field and an aesthetic of violence!"
"He delivered a devastating blow to the national youth team right before the end of the first half!"
The commentator is trembling with excitement.
And Rodgers? He and the PSG scout are dumbfounded again.
"How high did he jump just now?"
"I don't know. My guess is that the lowest point of contact with the ball was at least 1.7 meters high!"
The two of them look at each other, and they can see the shock on each other's faces. That jump, that body balance and flexibility, and that final kick that aimed for the corner of the goal... and before that, the ball control he showed in his dribble and that "low-curving rainbow"… it's all pure talent, not a single bit of hard work!
Watching the No. 7 on the field "flex" and run away to avoid the water bottles thrown by the crowd, they can't even say a single bad word. If they did, they would truly sound like idiots.
But now there's a problem. How can they convince (or trick) this talented young man to join their club? A check for 500,000 euros might not even be enough to buy one of Tendou's toes right now. Rodgers feels a bit deflated. He feels that a five or six million euro offer might not be enough to get Tendou. But his penny-pinching boss at Tottenham would never spend that much money on an unproven teenager. Unless he had a Chinese passport, then there might be a chance his boss would be willing to spend the money.
As for the money, PSG has no shortage of it. But the PSG scout is also deflated. Their team's roster is already complete. They have a front line of stars like Loki, Angel Di María, Neymar, and others, and their attacking power is top-tier in Europe. The bench is also very deep. They can't guarantee Tendou any playing time.
In contrast, Tottenham is a poor club, and their roster depth is a real problem. They might actually be able to promise Tendou playing time. For these young players, especially a genius like Tendou, a few million euros might not be worth as much as a guaranteed ten minutes of playing time. This is not going to be easy. He leaves his seat for the second time to call his club's head coach and tell him to turn on the TV or computer and watch the live broadcast.
In London, Pochettino, who is watching the live broadcast, stands up from his chair. His face is flushed, as if filled with blood, and his breathing is quick with excitement. That burst through the middle, that powerful run, that low-curving rainbow pass, that kick… He can't understand how such a monster of a young man came out of Asia. This is the kind of free-roaming player that has been extinct for many years!
Damn it!
Pochettino immediately calls his assistant to book a plane ticket for him. PSG, Real Madrid, and other rich clubs are always so arrogant, thinking they can lure anyone over with a snap of their fingers. To be honest, Pochettino is a bit envious and wants to experience that feeling of having no limits. Unfortunately, Tottenham doesn't have that kind of appeal. So, he can only show his sincerity and move the other person in this way.
"Book me a plane ticket to Japan immediately. The fastest one!"
"The fastest is only economy class? That's fine! Hurry up, I'm in a rush!"
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