The perfect center forward: Becoming a soccer king from the corner of Chuanu Chapter 315

Along with the roaring commentators in various broadcasting rooms, the viewers who had secretly turned on their TVs at home quickly fumbled for their remotes to adjust the volume.

“Super Lucia!”

“A super bomb from forty meters out!!”

“A heavy shot traveling over 140 kilometers per hour! Courtois had no chance to react, only able to watch the ball fly into the net!”

“The Ballon d’Or winner has proven to everyone with his actions that he cannot be stopped, not just against weaker teams, but even against the star-studded Galacticos!!”

-[Hahaha, but honestly, in the last game, he also scored an early goal and then just walked around until the final whistle!]

-[Why does my brother Lu run less? Because once he crosses the halfway line, he’s already in shooting range!]

-[Adding a detail, Zidane touched his head again the moment the ball went in, just like when Ronaldo scored that incredible overhead kick, haha~]

-[My brother Lu never slacks off in crucial matches, okay? Real Madrid is in danger this game!!]

-[Only waiting in the box to tap in goals? Hehe, are you little haters ready to eat your words?]

On the sidelines, Tuchel excitedly clenched his fists. Facing Real Madrid in the first round of the group stage put a lot of pressure on him.

But now, Lucia had given him a sense of security. With a dream start in hand, as long as the team stayed steady and didn’t get complacent, winning against the depleted Galacticos at home would definitely not be a problem.

The Ballon d’Or winner, who had opened the scoring, struck a pose of reigning supreme in the corner area as he celebrated.

The large screen above cycled replays of the super long-range shot, revealing an unyielding courage beneath his handsome face.

This was the king’s confidence. From the audience’s perspective, it seemed the Italian had already calculated, as his blade was drawn, that this century-defining long-range shot would become a geometric aesthetic marvel from an aerial view.

The South Stand, directly opposite, suddenly erupted with a newly composed chant. The melody was plagiarized from “Bohemian Rhapsody,” with lyrics adapted to Lucia’s performance.

As the fervent singing echoed, a gigantic tifo on the other side of the stadium unfurled with the wind.

Super Lucia, crowned with thorns, held a sword pointing directly towards the away fans’ stand.

…..

Real Madrid, wounded by Lucia’s sword strike right at the start, was very dissatisfied with the result.

Immediately after the kickoff from the center circle, they rallied to chase the game. Hazard received the ball on the left wing and pushed forward.

Unfortunately, with increasing age, his pure talent-based play showed a hint of fatigue, especially after another indulgent offseason.

The Belgian king weaved and turned on the wing, attempting to cross the ball to Benzema, only to find his compatriot Meunier’s tracking back was excellent. Under interference, the ball was successfully cleared by Kimpembe.

No sooner said than done, as the Burger King was still shaking his head in regret, Marquinhos, who had dropped back to receive, successfully won the second ball.

This was still a very simple operation. Facing Real Madrid’s counter-press, PSG’s No. 5 directly passed the ball to Lucia.

Noticing Sarabia already sprinting out of the corner of his eye, Lucia chose to act as a pivot and diagonally passed the ball to the right wing.

The through ball was perfectly weighted, flying over Toni Kroos’s head as he tracked back, landing just beyond Fran Mendy’s control.

Sarabia chose to cut inside, leaving the wide space for Meunier behind him. The cooperation between the two on PSG’s left wing was very fluid.

Meunier, overlapping and pushing up, attempted to cross the ball to find Lucia, but unfortunately, his past “postman” memories resurfaced. His precise delivery technique sent the ball directly towards the goal.

The shot-like cross completely bypassed Courtois, turning into a charitable gift from his Belgian compatriot.

After gesturing to his team’s star player, Meunier quickly tracked back to defend. The stamina he developed from his “delivery” days allowed him to perform better in the full-back/wing-back position.

Courtois, having collected the ball, launched a powerful hand throw to the retreating Toni Kroos. Utilizing the space created by James Rodríguez, the German delivered a highly penetrating through ball on the counter-attack.

Gareth Bale, making a high-speed run down the right wing, swept the ball into the box. Navas was very familiar with his old teammate’s habits and had already anticipated the Welshman’s move, subsequently collecting the ball steadily.

After collecting the ball from his old acquaintance, Navas launched a long kick to Lucia, who was positioned at the very front of the formation.

Facing Varane’s interference, the Ballon d’Or winner used his body to bully the “scholar,” overpowering his opponent while heading the ball to another former Real Madrid player.

Di María, still in good form, sprinted with the ball down the wing. Lucia quickly followed up in the center.

A simple one-two pass bypassed James Rodríguez, and Di María surged into the box!

Just as he was adjusting with small steps, the ball was instantly cleared by Bale, who had tracked back perfectly.

The Welshman, a former full-back, acted decisively. After high-fiving Carvajal, he refocused on the pitch.

From a technical, physical, and big-game performance perspective, Gareth Bale certainly had the ability to contend for the Ballon d’Or, but unfortunately, his body was somewhat fragile.

Frequent injuries and fluctuating form severely tormented the player’s mentality, which prevented him from becoming the primary star to carry the team after Cristiano Ronaldo left Real Madrid.

However, on the pitch, the “Great Saint” was still very diligent, and this defense demonstrated that.

Although he didn’t fulfill fans’ expectations of becoming the world’s top player, Gareth Bale’s professional attitude was actually quite good.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to gradually grow from a Tottenham full-back to a renowned figure in football.

The Merengues visiting the Parc des Princes gave the Welshman encouraging applause.

At this time, he hadn’t yet raised the slogan of “Wales first, golf second, Real Madrid third.”

Therefore, he hadn’t yet become a universally reviled figure among Real Madrid fans.

Although his “Royal Soleus” injury had caused him to miss nearly 90 games since joining, fans still held expectations for this hundred-million-euro player.

However, it was somewhat difficult for fans’ hopes to come true.

Firstly, there was the difficulty of his transition. His speed-based play took a heavy toll on his body, and time was running out for Bale, especially under Zidane’s coaching.

Secondly, there were personality and communication barriers. He had not mastered Spanish in six years since joining, and his communication with teammates was limited to simple exchanges, clearly indicating his poor integration off the field.

Even if he had made significant contributions, such as his famous outside-the-pitch run in the Copa del Rey final, he would still not receive any special treatment in the ruthless environment of Real Madrid.

As he gradually aged and his athletic ability declined, once deemed high-earning but low-performing by the club president, he would face an unmerciful storm.

The match on the field continued, and the Welshman couldn’t help but feel a bit envious looking at the spirited Lucia.

Where was his 21-year-old self?

That guy was already the Ballon d’Or winner who had broken the single-season Champions League goal record!

Ah, one more push!

Hope the old soleus doesn’t bother me again!

Bale, actively involved in defense, stared intently at Di María, who was trying to receive the throw-in.

Seeing the PSG full-back take a long run-up, and hearing the shouts from his teammates, the Welshman quickly turned to look at his teammates in the box.

Super Lucia stood like an iron tower in the penalty area, his blue and red No. 9 jersey flapping in the wind. His left arm muscles bulged, firmly holding off two closely marking defenders.

With Militão and Varane pulling him, this ball shouldn’t go in!

Like Bale, everyone on the field watched the heavy projectile thrown from the sideline.

The moment the ball whistled in, Lucia suddenly bent his knees and pushed off the ground, his powerful core strength exploding. His entire body shot up vertically like a rocket, his tensed neck and back forming a perfect reverse-arch curve.

The two defenders staggered backward like leaves swept by a gale. One step slow, every step slow!

When Militão and Varane jumped, they once again felt up close how abnormal Lucia’s physical prowess was.

At this moment, Lucia could no longer be simply called jumping; it was more like flying.

Yes, the flying Italian.

By the time the two defenders reached their highest point and began to descend, Lucia’s muscular body had not yet fallen!

In the camera’s low-angle shot, his suspended figure seemed to obscure the floodlights behind the goal.

Enveloped in shadow, Courtois’s desperate pupils reflected that head, imbued with immense power.

His core muscles worked in concert, his waist and abdomen concentrating all his body’s power into one point!

BOOM!

The moment the header connected, the ball transformed into a white blur, drilling straight into the top corner of the goal. The Belgian’s diving gloves were only halfway up when the net violently trembled.

“Goal!!!!!”

“A god-like super header!”

“Terrifying hang time, unsolvable physical dominance, like a Tomahawk dunk after leaping high!”

“Paris Saint-Germain has once again changed the score with a simple long-throw tactic!”

“Bernat easily earns an assist! PSG 2:0 Real Madrid!!”

-[Super Italian Cannon!! These two shots are so violent!!!]

-[His physicality and jumping ability are truly terrifying, he could totally play in the NBA!]

-[Real Madrid won’t be completely shattered by Lu Ge, right? They’re already two goals down after only ten minutes!]

-[The King of the Champions League isn’t that easily defeated. Believe in Real Madrid’s ability in adversity!]

-[To the person above, is that the kind of comeback ability like Huang Feihong?]

-[Haters get out! Who hasn’t benefited from a referee’s call?]

The spectators in the stands were even more excited than the fans online. After witnessing such a dominant goal live, the Parc des Princes instantly transformed into a boiling lava pit, with countless arms raised, wildly waving scarves.

This is how the new Champions League season’s debut should be played!!!

PSG’s home anthem grew even more fervent, but the battle-hardened Real Madrid did not panic too much.

Under the calming influence of club legend and legendary coach Zidane, they patiently continued to look for opportunities to equalize.

In the thirteenth minute, Hazard was fouled by a defender while holding the ball on the left wing in the attacking third. The referee blew his whistle, signaling a foul, and Real Madrid earned a free-kick opportunity in a dangerous area.

James Rodríguez took the free-kick, opting to loft the ball into the box. This time, Lucia, who had been actively tracking back, stepped in as a makeshift central midfielder and cleared the ball.

Kroos, trailing behind, picked up the second ball and attempted a long-range shot to make an impact, but it failed to test the familiar Navas.

The scene shifted, and Paris Saint-Germain launched a deadly counter-attack. Bernat ghosted past the left flank, completing a one-two with the quickly supporting Lucia before playing a cut-back pass.

A sky-blue figure, like an arrow from a bow, surged into the box, and Super Lucia once again faced the goal directly.

Real Madrid’s central defensive pairing, who had conceded two goals to PSG’s No. 9 in a short time, immediately stood ready. One blocked the shooting lane, while the other tried to press and interfere.

Although the “push-angle” guaranteed return in the box hadn’t been used yet, Lucia, with his excellent vision and greatly enhanced perception, noticed Di María out of the corner of his eye.

With a flick of his ankle, he chose a stylish chipped pass!

“A pass after attracting defenders!”

“This chipped pass truly tests his footwork!”

“Carvajal will have a hard time dealing with it!”

“Di María didn’t hesitate for a second, getting there first and shooting directly into the near post before Real Madrid’s full-back could block him!!”

“Courtois, despite guessing the right direction, could only watch the ball slip past his fingertips and cross the goal line.”

“Goooooal! Di María slays his former club!”

“This textbook-like penetration through the flank allowed the former Real Madrid player to deliver a fatal blow to his old club, scoring for the third consecutive time against them!!”

“Currently, Paris Saint-Germain 3:0 Real Madrid!!”

-[Brother Lu’s threat is huge when he can pass and shoot! That chipped pass was spectacular!!]

-[A crushing victory! Leading the Galacticos by three goals with a single core proves Super Lucia’s worth!]

-[The Ballon d’Or and FIFA World Player of the Year are even more secure~~]

-[Grand Slam of honors, explosive individual stats, truly the undisputed number one player in the world right now!]

The home stands erupted once more, PSG female fans waving white scarves with tears in their eyes, while the silver flags in the away stands hung limply.

With the score further widened, Zidane’s calming efforts seemed futile, and the players on the field became increasingly agitated.

First, Hazard received the ball in the box, created space laterally, and fired a low shot that narrowly missed the right post.

Then, James Rodríguez’s surging long-range shot hit the crossbar. Facing Paris Saint-Germain’s tight defense, Real Madrid, lacking their midfield maestro Modrić, seemed at a loss.

In the twenty-first minute, Di María received a diagonal pass from Lucia and immediately launched a counter-attack, but his final cross from the byline was blocked by Militão’s body.

In the next sequence, Carvajal also opted for a diagonal cross from the right, and Benzema, using precise movement, managed to head the ball before the defender, but it went wide of the left byline.

During this period, Real Madrid attacked like a tide, but few of their attacks posed a real threat.

As the saying goes, “spirit is roused at the first drum, flags at the second, and exhausted at the third.”

Having gone without reward for a long time, Real Madrid players became impatient in the attacking third, allowing Lucia, with his astonishing explosiveness, to win the ball back in the attacking third.

The Ballon d’Or winner, after a one-two with Verratti to bypass an opponent, then became a playmaker on the right wing in the attacking third.

A surgical diagonal pass tore through the opponent’s defense, allowing the high-speed surging Di María to easily create danger.

The Argentine, who had arrived at full speed, was unselfish and again played the ball horizontally to the team’s core, Super Lucia, who was making a central run.

The Ballon d’Or winner exploded past Varane, getting ahead of the Frenchman to strike with his instep!

Bang!!

A perfect outside-of-the-foot curling shot!

The ball curved in a bizarre arc, bypassing Courtois’s fingertips, and slammed heavily into the top right corner of the goal!!!!