The perfect center forward: Becoming a soccer king from the corner of Chuanu Chapter 188

The large screen on site was still playing Lucia’s spectacular goal, with his graceful posture and incredible distance.

In the background, goalkeeper Pickford was seen sighing in despair, Southgate regretfully slapping his forehead, and Ancelotti scratching his head in surprise.

A volcanic roar erupted from the small green field, and all forty thousand fans experienced both ice and fire.

In just over a minute, the game went straight up and down, feeling like a drop tower ride.

Sterling rubbed his eyes, feeling like he might be hallucinating. He had just been celebrating his opening goal, so how did the protagonist change in the blink of an eye?

Kane looked enviously at Lucia’s extraordinary athleticism. This jumping ability, this physical quality—if he had them, he would be invincible!

Then he looked speechlessly at the big screen. Just moments ago, he was enjoying a dream start, and now they were back at the starting line.

Maguire and Stones began to recall their painful experiences of being dominated by Lucia in the Premier League. It was another day of being a background character—truly miserable!

Besides the English players on the field who were suffering, even more miserable were the fans who hadn’t yet entered the stadium due to traffic.

How could there be a fierce cheer three minutes into the game, followed by an earth-shattering roar a minute later?

They had finally managed to get World Cup quarter-final tickets, so they couldn’t have missed two goals just by being five minutes late, could they?

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The unlucky fans who bought tickets on site weren’t as comfortable as the netizens watching the live broadcast on CCTV. They were enjoying air conditioning, skewers, and clearer multi-angle replays.

-[This makes me feel like I’m dreaming back to 2004, watching NBA games while eating lunch after school. One offense and defense is almost like basketball!]

-[The master of wonder goals is back. Can Puskas be reserved?]

-[Is there a possibility that Lucia will sweep all nominations?]

-[Compared to this, I’d rather see Lu Ge beat England. I bought 5000 in betting! Come to WWW to earn some pocket money.]

-[Gamblers, get out! It’s easy to get your cards blocked. Everyone just buy a few tens or a hundred for sports lottery entertainment!]

-[It’s the 9th goal! The World Cup Golden Boot is basically secured. I wonder if this match can rewrite the record~]

-[Hehe, as long as this move continues to appear in the next two matches, breaking Fontaine’s record is just around the corner!]

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Standing in front of the Three Lions, striking a pose of dominating the world, Lucia felt a little sorry for Bellingham.

Meanwhile, in the stands, the young player who came to watch the game with his parents was full of envy.

Although the home team England had conceded an equalizer, showing off like that under the spotlight was really cool!

First, he slid on his knees to the advertising board, then stood up with a kick, dominating the world. Little Bellingham decided to meticulously imitate this smooth combo after his training sessions.

Hmm, starting with the knee slide and kicking the advertising board~

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“A bizarre curve, an incredible bicycle kick.”

“One minute after England scored, Lucia equalized with a stunning, lightning-fast super bicycle kick.”

“Although both teams are back to where they started, after experiencing these magical five minutes, their psychological journeys should be completely different.”

Lucia, who quickly equalized, was not yet satisfied. When you use a cheat, you use it thoroughly. As the game resumed, the Manchester United sharpshooter relentlessly pressed in the attacking third.

His tireless running paid off. Maguire, unable to effectively clear the ball from the back, passed it to Henderson.

The latter sent it to Dele Alli in front of him. The Tottenham midfielder, seeing his rival score an incredible goal, was a bit agitated.

The ball was directly intercepted by De Rossi, and the Azzurri’s attack resumed!

A low through ball found Lucia in the attacking third. He used his strong body to shield the ball. Facing interference from Stones and Kyle Walker, the Azzurri’s No. 9 stood firm.

He flicked the ball, muscled past Stones, and then directly engaged in a speed battle with England’s premier full-back, Walker.

However, it wasn’t a simple straight-line race, but a brutal duel full of interference and confrontation, similar to Death Race.

Lucia’s absolute speed might not have an advantage against Kyle Walker, who primarily plays as a full-back in the league.

But the Manchester United sharpshooter, who uses his body as a weapon, isn’t just a simple runner.

Shoulder to shoulder, Lucia, who was a size larger than Walker, applied physical contact, and Walker could only helplessly surrender.

Watching Lucia gradually gain positional advantage and shield the ball in front of him, Kyle Walker could only accept that he had gone from running alongside to desperately chasing.

Sigh, no wonder he could only find a mistress, he just wasn’t strong enough!

After returning to Manchester, he definitely had to train harder. If only he could become teammates with Lucia in the future, he could learn his skills and also discuss how to handle women.

The Sun’s report didn’t affect Italy’s attacking core; instead, it made Kyle Walker’s mind more active.

He messed up with just two, but Lucia managed five or six in harmony. There must be some trick he didn’t know.

His body was desperately chasing, but the Manchester City full-back’s thoughts were running wild, like a student in an exam answering questions while his mind wandered.

The race on the field continued. Lucia was trying to break into the box. Walker’s friend Trippier had already tracked back in time to cover.

The former Tottenham duo not only had great chemistry on the field but also off it.

When Walker was embroiled in the mistress scandal, Trippier successfully stole the front page of The Sun by having an affair in front of a wedding photo.

It was one thing for his wife, who had become an “E” (referring to a scandal), not to be enough, requiring him to seek new pleasures, but he also had to seek the thrill of a “wife-before-me” situation.

Back on the pitch, the Premier League渣男 (scoundrels) reunited on the World Cup stage.

The one who had the last laugh was Lucia, who had the most girlfriends. The Manchester United sharpshooter, knowing when to advance and retreat, didn’t choose to force his way through but instead delivered a brilliant pass that struck directly at the heart of the defense.

Although his only “superstar” attribute improvement was in linking up and passing in the penalty area, based on his usual training and understanding, he could occasionally deliver a few good passes from outside the box.

This pass was one such instance. Unlike his previous direct approaches, Lucia, on a whim, chose to use the outside of his foot.

A low, curving ball perfectly bypassed Stones and Maguire, landing at Insigne’s feet on the right.

“The fierce tiger occasionally transforms into a cunning fox!”

“A light and elegant pass successfully penetrates England’s defense!”

“A new moon cuts through the night sky of Samara, the ball bypassing Stones and Maguire to Insigne’s feet.”

“Gaining an advantage in a 1v 3 situation in the attacking third, this is the value of the world’s most expensive player! The Italian sharpshooter isn’t just about scoring goals; Lucia’s prodigious talent is developing incredibly fast!”

Insigne on the right easily controlled the ball, then nonchalantly back-heeled it.

Maguire, who was rushing to intercept the opponent’s cross, saw the danger and had to perform his famous “aircraft carrier turning” maneuver.

Moving at half-speed and unable to get into a favorable position, Big Head Maguire used his hands and feet, turning and trying to slow down the opponent’s attack.

Insigne, barely 1.6 meters tall, was blocked by Maguire like a little chick, but he had already passed the ball before falling.

The pass wasn’t ideal, forcing the Manchester United sharpshooter to turn and retrieve the ball.

At the same time, Lucia noted the positions of the defenders and goalkeeper and successfully modeled them using his excellent spatial awareness.

Instead of turning to shoot, he used his right foot to chip the incoming ball.

Then, engaging his core, he tensed his entire body, falling backward and sideways.

While supporting himself with his right hand, his left foot drew a large circle in the air!

The movement was fluid!

The choice was unexpected!

The effect was surprisingly effective!

Bang!

With a full instep strike, the ball flew over his head towards the goal!

Stones and Kyle Walker had no idea Lucia would handle it this way and could only turn their heads and strain their necks to watch where the ball would land.

Pickford had just moved towards the near post when disaster struck. The perfect arc was flying towards the far post.

He stretched his body with all his might, but his outstretched right hand was still thirty centimeters from the ball, completely unable to have any effect. He could only watch the ball enter the net again!

“Goal!!!!”

“I’m sorry, I not only failed to understand the superstar’s choice of play, but I also underestimated the superstar’s ambition to reach new heights!”

“I shouldn’t have so definitively said that the most spectacular goal of the World Cup had already been scored, because Lucia has given the organizing committee another challenge!”

“Another incredible bicycle kick! Both goals are equally brilliant. The first was a bizarre curve from a super long distance; this one was a smooth and elegant move!”

“Two goals that are difficult to choose between! This is the value of the World Cup’s top scorer!”

The shouting commentator was not an isolated incident; all the Azzurri fans in the stadium were roaring with all their might.

Two unstoppable goals in just three minutes! The fans at the Samara Arena truly experienced what it felt like when happiness came knocking!

Especially the fans sitting behind the goal, who witnessed the most perfect visual feast, a super goal that utilized physical talent to its absolute maximum.

On the other hand, England, the inventors of modern football, were like China, the inventors of Cuju. Everyone experienced a “black three minutes.”

Conceding two goals in a short period, England fans felt tears welling up before they could even speak.

Only a small portion of fans from Manchester felt slightly better. After scoring, Lucia waved apologetically and then pointed to his chest when he saw the banner held by the Red Devils fans.

He was very sorry to hurt the benefactors who paid his salary, but that’s just how cruel international matches are.

Lucia’s humble gesture made fans both love and hate him. If only the Manchester United sharpshooter had chosen Scotland.

At least their annoying neighbors wouldn’t appear on the World Cup stage, so they wouldn’t hurt anyone in matches against England.

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Edinburgh, Scotland.

Besides his family cheering for Lucia, the neighbors in the community also joined the celebration.

Seeing the frustrated expressions of the England fans in the stands, the Scottish locals felt a surge of secret satisfaction.

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However, the game had only just begun. The deterrence of the “black three minutes” wasn’t too great, and England’s players could still withstand it.

It was just tough on Southgate’s hair. When they returned to the starting line, Southgate, no longer conflicted, let go of his hair. Unfortunately, the score quickly fell behind, turning into the situation he least wanted to see.

He was clutching his hair, contemplating how the team could quickly equalize.

If they fell into Italy’s defensive rhythm and Lucia, the super striker, managed to steal another goal, the game would undoubtedly be over.

Because, judging from the progress of these matches, the Italian national team under Ancelotti would definitely not give their opponents such an opportunity.

After kicking off again from the center circle, the young Three Lions regrouped and continued to attack the Azzurri.

But the dream start had changed hands and now belonged to Italy. The Azzurri not only had the advantage in score, but the psychological boost of scoring two consecutive goals was even more significant.

England’s counter-attack was slightly uncoordinated because their reliance on the back-line players for distribution in this tournament had stalled.

Facing the super striker who had already reached double digits in total World Cup goals, Maguire and Kyle Walker tightly marked Italy’s No. 9, daring not to give Lucia any more chances.

They could only rely on the quick and agile midfield duo to orchestrate attacks. Dele Alli and Lingard, actively calling for the ball, completed a wall pass, then Lingard’s overly eager shot was comfortably collected by Buffon in front of the goal.

The shot’s speed and angle were ordinary, barely testing the focused young Buffon.

Buffon, playing his 180th match for the Italian national team, was still strong.

Although his upcoming tenth World Cup clean sheet couldn’t be achieved today, as long as he continued, achieving such a record was not without hope.

For his second World Cup trophy, Buffon also gave his all.

Italy’s counter-attack: Buffon threw the ball to another veteran, De Rossi.

The latter didn’t delay, passing the ball to the rising star Barella beside him.

The “nineteen-year-old dad” duo linked up directly, Barella sending a diagonal pass to Lucia.

Three passes directly pushed the ball into the opponent’s dangerous area. Italy’s counter-attack had great vertical depth.

Lucia looked at the incoming ball. This time, facing Maguire in attack, he wouldn’t be as passive as in defense. He jumped early, using his powerful hang time and balance to win the first touch.

Insigne, in perfect sync, took the ball beside him and laid it off to Lucia. The Manchester United sharpshooter, who wouldn’t deliberately chase stats in crucial matches, decisively shot from the edge of the box.

Unfortunately, Pickford was not Joe Hart. A powerful shot with good force failed to test the oily-haired English goalkeeper.

Although they didn’t commit many players to the counter-attack, with Lucia’s formidable strength, they were still playing brilliantly.

The scene shifts. England’s youthful storm earned a free-kick on the left wing.

Set-piece goals were Southgate’s forte. Maguire, who had been marking Lucia, also huffed and puffed his way to the attacking third.

Henderson, the set-piece taker, delivered a high ball to the edge of the penalty area. England’s set-piece runs were very layered.

Maguire’s entanglement with Lucia didn’t create an opportunity. Kane was tightly marked by Chiellini. It was Stones who stepped up.

His header was saved by Buffon, and Sterling immediately followed up with a poke shot.

Fortunately, Bonucci was positioned on the goal line and quickly cleared the ball, preserving his team’s clean sheet.

Jorginho gained possession of the ball. Ancelotti’s slightly conservative lineup was very effective at this moment.

Without hesitation, Jorginho, facing his own goal, watched a blue lightning bolt surge towards the opponent’s half and quickly sent a long through ball.

The sprint began.

Maguire felt dumbfounded. Why was the gap getting wider and wider?

He followed the coach’s instructions to shine on set pieces. Surely he wouldn’t be blamed for the opponent’s counter-attack…

Big Head Maguire, not daring to think too much, gritted his teeth and chased back towards his own half.

But the previous conversation involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

If he really transferred to Manchester United, wouldn’t playing with such a powerful super striker every day be very easy?