Real world.
Blue Lock world.
The live stream chat was filled with all sorts of exclamations. The on-screen creativity stunned everyone.
This flawless performance, if you set aside Loki, was something that even the French would probably feel compelled to applaud.
On the screen, the fixed camera quickly played a slow-motion replay of Tendou's goal.
The audience watched as Tendou's two consecutive fakes fooled everyone, even the camera, allowing him to score.
[A killer performance!]
[He fooled everyone, even his own teammates!]
[Julian did a great job. He didn't even move on the first fake. That's excellent defensive prediction.]
[That's right. Tendou—hmm, that should be the right spelling—he's too cunning.]
[This match did not disappoint me.]
[Tendou scores first. The pressure is now on Julian.]
[...]
After the replay, the bullet comments in the live stream started scrolling again.
In Paris, France.
Thomas Tuchel stared at the young man in the number 7 Manchester City jersey on the screen, his jaw agape.
"Is he really an Asian player?"
"Too outstanding!"
Most football coaches don't actually like to use young prodigies.
Especially at wealthy clubs. When you have a selection of established, mature players, why use a kid?
If you want a certain player, you just go and get them.
Even "The Professor," Arsène Wenger, had no other choice.
If it weren't for building the stadium, he wouldn't have had to continuously bring in new players and sell his captain every summer.
But.
If it was a prodigy like Tendou or Loki...
Then there were no such concerns.
"He can improve with me, he can improve with Julian and with Paris Saint-Germain!"
Since the Qatari tycoon Nasser completed the acquisition, PSG had dominated Ligue 1 at a rapid pace.
PSG's status in Ligue 1 was equivalent to Bayern's in the Bundesliga.
The only embarrassing thing was that while PSG dominated Ligue 1, they had failed to dominate Europe.
No matter how luxurious a lineup they assembled, they always fell short of becoming a true giant.
Currently, PSG's lineup included the "Samba Emperor" Neymar, the European prodigy Loki, and "Angel" Di María, among others.
If you added a Tendou to that, their attacking lineup would be absolutely dream-level.
"No, wait, he doesn't necessarily have to play up front. His passing, his defending... these are all things we need..."
Unlike Pochettino, Tuchel wanted to place Tendou in the midfield.
They had such a luxurious forward line; they had no worries about a lack of firepower. What they needed was a top-tier holding midfielder who could link the defense and attack.
The only tricky part was, would a player of his talent be willing to stay in the midfield and act as a supporting player?
Tuchel felt that the time to test his skills had come.
"No, I will convince him. He and Loki are both very young. By the time they reach their peak, Neymar and Di María will be old. They can perfectly take over the mantle."
"That's right. Let's do it."
He slapped his thigh, called over his assistant coach, and had him make a bid in the Blue Lock bidding market.
In Turin, Italy.
The man who had just transferred to Juventus for 100 million Euros in the summer transfer window was also watching this match.
Although he had just led Real Madrid to the only three-peat since the Champions League was restructured, this man would never be satisfied.
He planned to lead the Zebras to dominate Europe again next season, achieving an unprecedented personal four-peat.
Therefore, even though he had just completed the three-peat and played in the World Cup, he cut his vacation short and threw himself into training.
"CR7, this kid is great, right? He fooled everyone!"
Hearing this, Cristiano Ronaldo looked at the slow-motion replay of Tendou's goal, his mouth agape for a long time.
Seeing his teammate look over, he quickly regained his composure and said nonchalantly, "He didn't fool me."
"Hahaha, you're so stubborn."
"I'm not being stubborn. He's great, but someone is even better, and I defeated him!"
CR7 walked out of the lounge and went to the field to continue practicing.
He lamented that the young talents nowadays were too heaven-defying. If he didn't work harder, he was afraid he would be overtaken by these kids.
No.
No one can catch up to me.
The thirty-something CR7 still refused to admit he was old.
His teammate, however, shook his head with a smile.
He knew who the "better person" CR7 was talking about. The only one Cristiano considered an enemy was Maradona's successor, Lionel Messi.
For Ronaldo to compare this kid to him was incredibly high praise.
"But isn't this kid's talent a bit too much? He has CR7's all-around ability, and also Leo's creativity and vision."
Incredible!
...
2:1!
Manchester City had come from behind, scoring two consecutive goals to take the lead.
Loki was in no hurry to get back into the game.
A worthy opponent is rare, especially when you are the same age as them.
This meant that in the future, they would be the ones pushing each other to constantly improve.
Just like his idol, Cristiano Ronaldo, and the Argentine Maradona's successor, Lionel Messi.
Loki stared at Tendou's back. In his eyes, Tendou had already become his "Messi," an opponent he had to defeat.
From the sidelines, Prince found this scene very interesting.
"A new duo of superstars?"
"Looks like our time is also running out."
Prince shook his head.
If you only looked at them at 17, perhaps even the original duo of superstars were not as strong as Loki and Tendou.
Prince felt that it might not be long before these two would be dominating European football.
After all, Loki was backed by PSG. Buying Neymar from Barça for 200 million, their ambition was known to all.
And Tendou?
He naturally didn't need to worry about this problem either. Any of the clubs interested in him now would not hold him back.
...
The match on the field had already resumed.
Loki, being one goal down, was not in a hurry to reclaim the lead.
He was active on the left wing, attracting Tendou's attention.
Charles, on the other hand, was controlling possession, trying to penetrate the midfield.
It felt like the calm before a storm.
The quiet PSG was exuding killing intent at all times.
The match reached the 40th minute.
Paris Saint-Germain bared its fangs again, launching an attack.
Tsurugi Zantetsu advanced along the sideline. Chigiri Hyoma immediately closed in. The former passed the ball back to the advancing Charles in the center.
At almost the same time, Loki on the left wing took off.
His pupils were now a sheet of white. His explosive starting speed was as if he were racing against the wind.
"This is what I wanted, Tendou!"
A familiar phrase. Tendou had heard it before.
"The last person who said that to me has already been thrown into the corner to draw circles."
Lightning erupted from Tendou's body as he gave chase.
He was still trying to capture the opportunity to break through to his own Metavision.
"It's starting again!"
Reo looked at the two of them. A dangerous aura emanated from both, like a barrier, isolating all other incompetent players.
It was impossible to interfere.
But, all I have to do is stop this guy.
Reo stared intently at Charles. This unpredictable midfielder was PSG's playmaker.
...
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