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"Let's rewatch Lance's debut performance!"
Commentator was excited.
The fans in front of their televisions were even more excited.
At 5 AM, cheers echoed across the quiet cities nationwide.
It was incredibly invigorating!
Lance jogged onto the pitch from the sidelines, and just happened to receive a through pass from Koke.
Casemiro intended to intercept Lance, but he accelerated too quickly, and Casemiro's outstretched hand couldn't reach him!
Pepe and Ramos were already very cautious.
The two of them closed in, blocking Lance's path for a breakthrough.
An ordinary player would never be able to break through directly.
Even Messi would have to be careful here and pass the ball to a teammate on the wing.
Who would have thought Lance would be so audacious!
Desperation breeds courage, and fortune favours the bold!
He broke through the middle, using a superb Elastico skill to shake off Pepe, then followed up with an astonishingly agile nutmeg, all in one fluid motion!
What is art?
This is art!
"Lance's goal has transcended tactical levels. He alone dismantled Real Madrid's defensive system. Truly brilliant!"
Coach Xu Yang wished he could pour a glass of Erguotou to accompany this spectacular solo goal.
The Wanda Metropolitano Stadium regained its passion, and the temperature suddenly rose!
"Ooh ooh ooh ooh — Lance!"
"Ooh ooh ooh ooh — Lance!"
"He is our guardian deity! He is Atlético Madrid's knight!"
"Unstoppable, piercing through all enemies!"
The stadium echoed with the Lance song created by Madrid fans.
From Germany to Spain, several versions of Lance's exclusive song had already been born.
Having been at Atlético Madrid for less than a month, Lance quickly won over the fans here…
...
The match continued.
Atlético Madrid was temporarily trailing Real Madrid 1-2. The Atlético Madrid players didn't celebrate excessively and quickly re-engaged.
With Lance, they had a backbone.
It was clear to anyone watching that Atlético Madrid was playing much more calmly, and their off-the-ball movement and passing had regained their former confidence.
Bold through passes in the attacking third frequently threatened Real Madrid.
For a time, Real Madrid dared not push forward, fearing Atlético Madrid's sharp counterattacks.
"Griezmann!! Good, Torres lays it off with his back to goal, Lance!!"
"That shot was of very high quality!! Real Madrid's goalkeeper Navas also performed exceptionally well."
"…A long-range shot from Koke! It's Navas again!"
Atlético Madrid's shot-stopper Oblak performed excellently, and Navas was no less impressive.
A goalkeeper who could beat Casillas for a starting spot, his ability was self-evident.
Navas's outstanding performance caused Atlético Madrid's newly built morale to falter again.
"What should we do? This goalkeeper is too formidable."
"Damn it, that shot didn't even go in?"
"Don't be discouraged, let's be patient and keep playing, trying to get into the box."
Midfield maestro Koke quickly comforted his teammates, then looked at Lance.
"Lance, how are you? Is the injury not affecting you?"
"No problem. I've noticed Pepe is very aggressive today, often pushing up. Later, give me more balls in behind him."
"Leave it to me!"
Koke, with his humble and straightforward personality, nodded without a second thought and left.
Lance's position was also slightly deeper, connecting with the two central midfielders.
The original 4-4-2 formation gradually transformed into a 4-2-3-1, and Lance's tactical role and responsibility increased.
With great power comes great responsibility.
The entire Atlético Madrid team knew that if they were to turn the game around today, Lance would undoubtedly be the key player.
The match continued, and Real Madrid did not push forward to attack for the time being, aiming to hold their ground in defence and run down the clock.
Mourinho's previous coaching had significantly stabilised Real Madrid's defence, giving them a foundation for defensive counterattacks.
"Now the attacking pressure is entirely on Atlético Madrid. If Atlético Madrid cannot score during this period, his stamina might be worn down by Real Madrid. Real Madrid holds the advantage and is more composed."
As time ticked away, the situation was quite unfavourable for Atlético Madrid.
"Over here!! Over here!"
"Koke, pass it here!!"
Koke carried the ball through midfield, facing Modrić's marking.
Griezmann on the left and Saúl on the right were both calling for the ball.
Lance was interchanging positions up front, but his off-the-ball movement was relatively average, and his position was almost locked down by Casemiro and Pepe.
To receive the ball, he could only do so with his back to goal, making it easy to get trapped in Real Madrid's wall.
"Griezmann is in a good position on the left."
Commentator also thought Koke would pass to Griezmann.
Toni Kroos had already moved towards the touchline, intending to double-team Griezmann with a defender.
Casemiro also moved a few steps temporarily, and Pepe temporarily pushed up to try and limit Lance, with his attention focused on Griezmann.
"Now is the time!"
Koke postured, preparing for a serious long pass.
Suddenly, with a flick of his ankle, he delivered a through pass to the right flank!
This ball caught Real Madrid off guard.
Pepe even tried to step forward to intercept the ball, but an unexpected foot gently poked it through!
Pepe only felt a blur before his eyes!
The sound of wind brushed past him.
"Where's the ball? Oh no!!"
Pepe touched his bald head, realising something was wrong, and when he turned to look, Lance had already created space!
He had been fooled!
"This idiot!!"
Seeing Pepe easily bypassed by Lance, Ramos quickly ran over to cover, determined to block Lance with Marcelo!
Lance's previous solo breakthrough was still vivid in the minds of the Real Madrid players, leaving them terrified!
As Lance entered the penalty area, about to be double-teamed by Ramos and Marcelo, he unexpectedly swung his leg to shoot.
Ramos quickly dived for a sliding tackle to block it.
"Lance!! Shot?! It's a pass!!"
Navas was almost in a diving motion, who would have thought Lance would use such a strange movement, twisting half his body to deliver a cut-back pass!
Near the penalty spot, Fernando Torres was unmarked!
The former Atlético Madrid striker and Liverpool legend, how could he miss such an opportunity?
He was no longer the player who missed open goals during his Chelsea days.
Whoosh —
The ball hit the back of the net, making a crisp sound!
"Torres!!! Equaliser!!"
"Lance, coming on as a substitute, has created 2 chances in less than 10 minutes, with 1 assist and 1 shot!"
"The king returns to Wanda Metropolitano Stadium!"
Lance on the pitch was even more reassuring than Aragon leading the Army of the Dead in The Lord of the Rings 3!
"Aupa Atleti —"
"Aupa Atleti —"
Just like Real Madrid's "Hala Madrid," the fans in the stadium vigorously chanted Atlético Madrid's cheer.
Atlético Madrid, having scored two consecutive goals, was on a roll, whilst Real Madrid, unable to hold on, showed signs of collapse.
In the 81st minute of the match, Lance seized an opportunity in the attacking third, receiving the ball and feigning a breakthrough from the flank.
This scared Casemiro, Toni Kroos, Modrić, and Ramos into blocking him in front.
However, Lance did not push the ball forward with the instep of his right foot, but instead circled around the ball and flicked it backward, then turned and dribbled horizontally for two steps, and suddenly unleashed a powerful shot!
Bang —
After consecutive saves by Navas, enough points had accumulated!
[Tiger Shot 4/4]
100% on target!
The powerful shot flew straight into the top corner, and even Navas, as divine as he was, could do nothing!
"3 to 2!!!"
"Lance's world-class strike seals the deal!! Three consecutive goals to take the lead!"
Commentator slammed his fist heavily on the table!
It was so satisfying!
The close-up shot showed Real Madrid's top brass in the stands, Florentino's face was ashen.
The Real Madrid commentator Lorenzo Sanz Durán, who had stirred up controversy before the match, looked utterly defeated.