MM Racing Chapter 50 Drawing the Bow and Nocking the Arrow!
Chapter 50 Drawing the Bow and Nocking the Arrow!
Watching Carvalho run back onto the field.
Yaldin couldn't help but touch his bald head.
I'm wondering if I've recently entered middle age and my memory is declining.
The team doctor clearly didn't mention this to him!
Could it be that the U19 team doctor gave the order separately?
After all, the staff of the first team and the youth team are two different systems.
Thinking of this, Yardin nodded to himself, feeling that this must be the case.
He watched the young Chinese man on the field, hugging his teammate and celebrating with style, and he couldn't be more excited.
A player who can pass, dribble, and beat opponents on his own...
This is an exceptional team core player!
The legendary football king's playing style!
Most importantly, this kid is only 17 years old.
Yaldin didn't even dare to imagine how much Jiang Ming could grow if given another two years.
But as he thought about it, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.
The original contract stipulated 80 million euros, plus a floating penalty of 100 million euros.
Is the setting too low?
Jardim can only hope that no one will offer that price at the end of the season and forcibly poach him...
……
Back on the field, the Monaco players were having a blast.
The pressure was so intense that the Troyes players didn't even have time to catch their breath.
Before we knew it, it was the 42nd minute of the match.
This time, Moutinho received the ball at the edge of the penalty area and dribbled laterally.
They carried it from the left side all the way to the right side.
Troyes' players all thought he was going to send a 45-degree cross into the penalty area.
As a result, just as Moutinho brought the ball to his right flank...
He suddenly kicked out and unleashed a curling shot.
The ball flew straight towards the far post, and it looked like it was about to go straight into the top corner.
Fortunately, Troyes' defenders had already covered the near post, and the goalkeeper was in position beforehand, diving desperately to make the save.
They managed to block what was almost a world-class goal.
But no one expected that Mbappe on the left wing would suddenly start moving.
Before the goalkeeper could land and control the ball, in that split second...
He made a run from the far post and fired a shot.
The ball rolled easily into the goal.
"3-0!!"
"Moutinho dribbles laterally! Mbappe pounces at the far post and fires a shot!"
"Monaco had already completely killed the game in the first half!"
"Good shot! Good shot!"
Jiang Ming slowly ran over from the center circle, clapping as he ran.
"Our teamwork was really good that time!"
Mbappe: "?"
What business is it of yours what this ball is?
You were clearly just watching the show from the center circle the whole time!
In the blink of an eye, 45 minutes had passed.
The referee didn't even give any extra time, and immediately blew the whistle to end the first half.
The Troyes players returned to the locker room dejectedly.
"cheer up!"
Troyes' manager stood in the locker room, ready to give a passionate halftime pep talk.
He even prepared an inspirational example.
"We're only down by three! Look at that Europa League comeback they pulled off, how did they do it?"
"Tottenham also scored three goals in the first half, but Monaco..."
He suddenly stopped talking at this point.
I finally realized that my example was exceptionally bad.
Upon hearing this, Troyes' players became even more frustrated.
What does it mean to come back from a 3-0 deficit to win 4-0? Aren't there precedents for this
What do you mean by this precedent being right in front of them right now?
As a result, the atmosphere in Troyes' dressing room did not improve at all...
The memorial service has begun.
……
The chat room was still buzzing with lively conversation.
"Can Monaco score another one in the second half? Let's try to make my over 3 pay out and avoid a push!"
"I told you to wait for the price to drop to 2.75, and now I've already taken half of that!"
"Monaco is too strong! Not only Jiang Ming, but also Moutinho and Mbappe can score goals."
"Even Bernardo Silva and Lemar are on the bench! If they come on in the second half, won't they easily score three or four goals?"
"I wonder who can challenge Monaco now?"
"Perhaps only Paris Saint-Germain can punish them in Ligue 1..."
……
"Welcome back to the second half of the game, everyone."
"Neither side made any substitutions during halftime and will continue the game with the lineups from the first half."
At the start of the second half, Troyes' formation retreated completely.
But their playing style has completely changed.
They were no longer as timid and hesitant as they were in the first half.
Instead, they played a tough defensive game in their own half.
Suddenly, the number of fouls on the court increased.
He committed three fouls in just five minutes.
Jardim, watching from the sidelines, was sweating profusely.
What's wrong with Troyes?
Why are they starting to play like a certain team from Madrid?
As he was thinking, Traore on the field was suddenly tackled to the ground along with the ball.
Monaco thus earned a free kick opportunity from approximately 30 meters away.
"Hiss—" Yaldin gasped.
Traore, a burly man who is two meters tall and weighs 200 kilograms, has been beaten to this state.
"No, we need to find someone else right away."
Yardin planned to send up a few unlucky guys to deal with the upcoming matches.
"Who should we choose? Lemar and Toulalan, they've recovered from their injuries and can go up there to relax and recharge..."
As Yardin was thinking, he looked up at the field.
Moutinho stood in front of the set piece and stomped on the grass.
"From this position, the only option is to lob the ball towards the penalty area and try to score by getting a good position."
"The position is too far away; shooting directly would be too risky..."
Before Yaldin could finish speaking, he saw a scene that made his pupils shrink.
Moutinho didn't even shoot after kicking off.
Instead, he gently pushed the ball in front of him.
Set up the cannons!
And the one who actually took this free kick.
Jiang Ming has already sprinted forward.
Lean your body forward and swing your right leg out.
Bow and arrow!
He felt the muscles in his thighs expanding rapidly.
【Special Skill: Carlos's Heavy Cannon】
But this time, there was no sense of jerkiness like when I used it for the first time.
[Bruno Fernandez "Iron Man" Module]
A solid strike with the instep, hitting the bottom of the ball!
The moment he kicked out, Jiang Ming felt his physical strength suddenly drop by more than half.
The ball, right before everyone's eyes, remained completely still without any spin.
The ball, moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, pierced the night sky above the stadium.
Troyes' goalkeeper made a diving save.
His palm even touched the ball.
But the ball did not slow down at all.
It broke through his ten fingers directly.
It slammed into the goal!
The net was stretched out by a large section.
Dead silence.
The entire Lauber Stadium fell silent for a moment.
The fans in the stands all wore expressions of shock.
A guy holding a hot dog didn't even realize that the sausage in his hand had fallen to the ground.
All eyes were focused on the ball that bounced back.
A full second passed.
The Monaco die-hards in the away fans' section suddenly snapped out of their daze and erupted in a deafening roar.
"YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"