chsdbacks Chapter 40 Peach Blossoms...
Chapter 40 Peach Blossoms...
"OMG!!"
Zhan Jun jumped up from his chair, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "What did I just see?!"
「3-3！！3-3！！第84分钟，摩纳哥居然在上半场3-0落后的情况下，下半场连进三球！把比分扳平了！！」
"Both sides are back to square one!!"
"This goal was assisted by Jiang Ming's through ball!"
"He completed his hat-trick of assists!! He helped Mbappe score this equalizer!!"
"Even if they end up with a draw and fail to advance, this match will definitely be recorded in football history!"
"This was absolutely a legendary match, a pinnacle of Asian football, worthy of being recorded in history!"
……
In domestic live chat rooms, the screen refresh rate is indescribable; messages scroll by so fast that it's impossible to see who sent them.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!!!"
"Awesome!"
"666666666666!!!"
"Down by three in the first half, and then come back to win by three in the second half? This isn't some amateur league match! This is a top-tier Europa League clash!"
"When two teams are evenly matched, winning three straight games in a row—the only thing that comes to mind is the Istanbul miracle!"
"Don't forget, everyone! All three of Monaco's goals in the second half were scored by Jiang Ming!"
"A Chinese player! A hat-trick of assists in European competitions! That's one of a kind!"
……
The jubilant atmosphere of the first half had long since faded from the stands at White Hart Lane.
Each face was etched with complex emotions: resentment, embarrassment, and an unconcealable sense of shame.
They were leading 3-0 in the first half and looked poised to thrash Monaco, with the whole stadium chanting "Go home!" But in the second half, they were thrashed 3-0.
Even if they manage to advance to the knockout stage with a draw, this match was still incredibly embarrassing.
Over at Tottenham's bench.
The assistant coach scratched his head and said anxiously to Pochettino, "Boss, what should we do now? Although we can advance with a draw if we just survive to the end, but..."
Before he could finish speaking, Pochettino understood.
Monaco have won three straight and are now firmly in the game.
On their side? They played so well in the first half, but now they've been tied. The players are in a panic, how can they stay calm?
If they continue to camp out in their own half like this, they might not even be able to secure a draw in the end.
Pochettino sighed. "Fine, let's fight them to the bitter end."
……
On the Monaco sidelines, Jardim was incoherent, yelling at the top of his lungs towards the field, "Just one more! One more! We can win!"
When he scored the first and second goals, he didn't have any other thoughts.
But now it's different, we've caught up!
We're just one win away from securing a spot in the next round!
Yaldin could feel his heart pounding wildly, almost leaping out of his throat, and his breathing became rapid.
……
In the VIP box at White Hart Lane, Jorge Mendes suddenly stood up.
"OMG!"
"Ricardo told me, 'This kid doesn't even have an agent yet?'"
Mendes stared at the young Chinese player on the field who had just completed a hat-trick of assists, his eyes lighting up.
He urgently said to his assistant, "I need his number! Now!"
"No, I'll go see him myself after the match!"
"This kid will definitely be a superstar who can rival Cristiano Ronaldo in the future!"
"No, his commercial value is even higher than Cristiano's! The Chinese market is enormous!"
……
On the field, Mbappe scooped up the ball that was rolling in the net and ran towards the center circle.
As he passed his teammates, he gave each of them a high-five: "Come on, brothers! We can do it!"
Even Bernardo Silva, usually shy and quiet, raised his hands high and shouted to his teammates, "We still have time!"
The players quickly returned to their positions, the ball was restarted in the center circle, and the game resumed.
Tottenham's players received instructions from Pochettino.
Let's give it our all in these last moments!
Just like when they scored three goals in the first half, offense is the best form of defense; we can't give Monaco any more chances.
At the start of the game, Dele Alli passed the ball to Son Heung-min on the left wing.
They need to rely on Son Heung-min's dribbling and speed to push the front line forward first and regain the initiative.
Son Heung-min took a step forward and pushed forward.
Mbappe was in the center circle, about to extend his leg, when Son Heung-min made a change of direction and cleanly brushed past him.
Bakayoko immediately moved to cover the gap, and Son Heung-min didn't give him a chance to get close.
With a gentle flick of the outside of his right foot, he darted past Bakayoko.
He tore open a gap in Monaco's midfield defense with two consecutive changes of direction.
"Son Heung-min! He's beaten two players! Tottenham's counter-attack is on!" Zhan Jun's voice suddenly rose.
Son Heung-min dribbled the ball to the edge of the penalty area and glanced around the penalty area.
Kane has already left the field, Lamela is being closely marked by Wallace, and Alli is still at the far post and hasn't rushed up yet.
He hesitated for half a second, then used a sideways movement to create an angle before unleashing a long-range shot!
The ball flew close to the grass towards the bottom right corner of the goal.
Subasic was in a daze throughout the game, but finally delivered a heroic performance at the end.
He lunged to the side, his fingertips barely touching the ball.
The ball changed direction and rolled out of bounds, grazing the goalpost.
"Ah! Shiba!"
Son Heung-min held his head in his hands, extremely frustrated; he had almost become the hero who ended the game.
The ensuing corner kick was met by Subasic, who calmly positioned himself at the first touch and caught the ball.
Subasic didn't waste a second; he grabbed the ball and rushed to the edge of the penalty area.
A powerful throw sent the ball flying straight to the center.
Jiang Ming stared at the ball falling from the sky, then glanced back at Bentaleb, who was closing in on him.
Before the ball hit the ground, he darted forward half a step, blocked the position, and won the first point.
He had just controlled the ball and was about to launch a long pass for a counterattack when a tremendous force suddenly came from under his feet, sending him and the ball flying!
"Beep—"
Referee Ivan immediately blew the whistle for a foul.
Jiang Ming lay on the grass and looked back to see that it was Son Heung-min desperately returning to defend from the front.
In a moment of desperation, he immediately shoved from behind, stopping the counterattack.
Ivan glanced at it; this time, the shovel didn't expose the spikes, and no one was injured.
He pulled out a yellow card, giving Son Heung-min a warning.
Son Heung-min walked up to Kang Ming, extended his hand, and said somewhat apologetically, "Sorry."
Jiang Ming took his hand and stood up, nodded, said nothing, turned and walked away, patted Son Heung-min on the shoulder, and then ran back to his seat.
He can't waste time here now.
Both sides returned to their positions, and time ticked by.
After the regular time had elapsed, the fourth official on the sidelines raised the stoppage time board with the number [7].
Jardim, standing on the sidelines, was so nervous that he started biting his fingers.
The audience, whether Tottenham fans or Monaco fans, held their breath at that moment.
In the 94th minute, Lamela made a run down the left flank and delivered a cross.
Son Heung-min was already in shooting position, waiting for the ball to arrive.
Bakayoko, however, stood in his way like a wall – making a steal!
After successfully intercepting the ball, Bakayoko did not stop and continued to advance forward with the ball.
He spotted Moutinho making a run down the left flank and, without hesitation, immediately delivered a through ball that was completely out of his league as a defensive midfielder.
Moutinho received the ball on the wing, went straight down the line, glanced up at the penalty area, and saw Mbappe and Traore in front of the goal. He then immediately crossed the ball.
Mbappe stretched out his leg to poke the ball, but the ball was too fast for him to reach.
"What a pity! Just a little bit short..." Yaldin had barely finished speaking.
However, they found that Tottenham's defenders were all crowded in the penalty area, and no one was paying attention to the edge of the box.
On the field, in Jiang Ming's field of vision, the end of the golden running line had already ended there.
The ball fell from mid-air, bounced once, and then bounced back up; it was a half-height ball.
This type of ball is the most difficult to handle; a volley shot from it is prone to going high.
If you stop shooting again, the defenders will pounce on you.
But Jiang Ming did not hesitate.
He turned to the side, supporting himself with his left foot and swinging his right leg back.
Fold your thighs together and suddenly exert force with your calves.
At that moment, he could clearly feel his muscles expanding rapidly.
I even felt a throbbing sensation in the back of my thigh.
But he didn't stop; he kept swinging his leg forward.
The outside of his foot struck the lower middle part of the ball.
The ball was spinning and moving as fast as a cannonball.
bottom up!
It cuts through the night sky above White Hart Lane!
Lori lunged forward, stretching his arms out as far as he could, but it was all in vain.
The ball flew right past him and went straight into the top corner!