Football: The national football team was expelled and rewarded with a long-range goal card Chapter 232

Seeing that it was Ye Chen who was taking the free kick, César, who was in front of the goal, immediately became nervous.

The original five-man wall was directly increased to six, and Sneijder was even made to lie on the ground!

All to block any potential low shots from Ye Chen…

Although Ye Chen’s professional career wasn’t long, his free-kick skills were widely recognized in the industry.

There was a saying about the curved shot: people used to think Beckham only knew this one shot, but now they realize only Beckham could truly execute it.

Ever since Beckham left the mainstream stage, the curved shot was never seen again.

Until the appearance of a young man.

He replicated Beckham’s midfield lob, and at the same time, brought the curved shot back to the football world.

That’s right, this person was Ye Chen!

Standing at the penalty spot, Ye Chen knew this was his last chance.

Score, get an upgrade card, gain an additional SS-level skill.

Miss, get substituted, lose an SS-level skill!

And currently, Ye Chen only had three SS-level skills: Curved Shot, Heavy Artillery, and Steel Bones!

To be honest, he couldn’t afford to lose any of them.

Curved Shot was his free-kick specialty, Heavy Artillery was a fusion skill—without it, he’d lose the guaranteed long-shot card. As for Steel Bones… its importance needed no elaboration!

But this distance…

“Beep!”

The referee blew his whistle.

Everyone watched Ye Chen intently!

Ye Chen’s body was slightly angled. He cast aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and looked towards the goal.

César was positioned towards the right, leaving the left side to the wall!

Of course, it was difficult to score directly from the left, as the distance was short, making it hard to curl the ball around the wall.

They weren’t just standing tall; they also had a jumping height…

Plus, with Sneijder lying on the ground, there was no possibility of a ground-skimming shot.

“Messi!”

“Messi!”

“Messi!”

Someone started shouting again!

They tried to use this method to distract Ye Chen.

Clearly, they were scared!

Scared that Ye Chen would equalize the score again…

However, Ye Chen reacted. In his impression, later-stage Messi treated free kicks like penalties.

And this kind of close-range free kick was Messi’s best trick!

If it were Messi, how would he kick it?

Ye Chen closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

Soon, he opened his eyes.

A flash of light flickered within them…

Ye Chen began his run-up slowly, his body noticeably twisting. At the same time, the inside of his right foot curled the ball upwards!

Anyone who has played football knows that to kick a curved ball, the body’s posture must drive the ball’s spin. Beckham is a classic example; his body’s rotational arc and the tilt of his standing foot were both very large, ensuring the ball’s trajectory.

The ball flew just over Zanetti’s head, curving with a visible arc towards the top-left corner of the goal!

César, who was standing on the right, froze in place after seeing the ball’s trajectory…

Damn it!

What kind of hellish footwork was that?

Was this kid from China a magician?

“Swish!”

The ball, with a visible arc, drilled into the dead corner of the goal…

After scoring, Ye Chen clenched his fists, a smile finally appearing on his calm face!

SS-level skill, saved!

In the Penguin live broadcast room, the moment the goal went in, Zhang Lu shouted.

“Beautiful!”

“This goal is magnificent!”

Zhan Jun also let out an exaggerated “Wow,” “This goal is like art, so beautiful! In terms of pure footwork, Ye Chen can probably already rank among the top ten active players!”

Zhang Lu nodded in agreement, “And did you notice? After scoring, Ye Chen didn’t celebrate excitedly; instead, he had an expression of having expected it… So composed, this kind of player can withstand any storm!”

Zhan Jun nodded, “His future is promising!”

Zhan Jun’s tone suddenly rose, “This free-kick goal can’t help but remind one of that summer in 2010, when Deng Zhuoxiang refused to be substituted and, with a world-class shot, helped the Chinese team defeat the formidable French team!”

However, Ye Chen on the field didn’t celebrate, but the accompanying Dortmund fans jumped up in excitement!

“Ye Chen!”

“Ye Chen!”

“Ye Chen!”

The fans roared loudly. Ye Chen today was too amazing.

He was almost single-handedly carrying Dortmund in the fight…

How could such extreme individualism not excite the fans?

Most importantly, this goal was also the equalizer!

It had to be said, today’s match was truly… too surreal.

Every time one side took the lead, the other side would equalize within two minutes!

Inter Milan just now was like that, and Ye Chen now was also like that.

Ye Chen applauded in the direction of the Dortmund fans, then ran off the field.

The players also came forward to congratulate him…

“Ye-kun, you truly are the strongest man in Asia!”

“Ye, well done!”

“Another hat-trick! Amazing!”

Ye Chen smiled in response, then ran off the field…

Just as he reached the sidelines, some Inter Milan fans suddenly stood up and applauded Ye Chen!

One, two, and soon it turned into a section, a large section…

From the previous insults and boos to the current standing ovation, this was a process of a strong individual proving himself.

Many fans in the stadium were conquered by Ye Chen’s performance.

A 17-year-old boy, you really couldn’t ask for more!

Even though they tried every possible way to interfere with Ye Chen, they couldn’t succeed…

The applause grew louder and more widespread, eventually converging into shouts!

“Ye Chen!”

“Ye Chen!”

“Ye Chen!”

This was the first time Ye Chen heard fans shout his name like this in an away game…

Tens of thousands of away fans cheering for him!

Ye Chen smiled, clapped his hands, and gave a big thumbs-up to the fans around him.

A smile to end all animosity!

Just as Ye Chen walked off the field, the advertising board scrolled again…

It was actually a Chinese game!

“If you’re brothers, come hack me!”

Ye Chen’s smile became even brighter.

This ad placement was truly brilliant!

Klopp also gave Ye Chen a big hug.

“Ye, well done!” Klopp had a bright smile on his face. This goal once again validated his idea.

To make Ye Chen score, just make him warm up…

As long as he felt a sense of crisis, he could score!

And it was always accurate.

“Boss, you’re such an ‘old six’! Didn’t you promise not to substitute me?” Ye Chen gritted his teeth and said to Klopp.

“Old six? What does that mean?” Klopp raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t mind. He whispered to Ye Chen, “I didn’t want you to be too tired. Save some bullets, you still have to shoot Werder Bremen in three days!”

Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey.

Werder Bremen isn’t Lina, what shooting…

Ye Chen’s eyes suddenly darted around, “Boss, ‘old six’ means very handsome in our Chinese language. You are ‘old six’!”

“It seems besides being good at football, your taste is also excellent!” Klopp’s smile grew even wider, “That’s right, I am ‘old six’!”

Wang Chu, who was sitting on the bench nearby, couldn’t hold back and spat out his drink when he heard Klopp’s words…

Ye Chen quickly coughed, signaling Wang Chu not to give him away.

Wang Chu gave Ye Chen a thumbs-up, “Brother Chen, you’re amazing!”

He actually dared to openly call Klopp an ‘old six’ and even fool him…

Ye Chen, however, didn’t care. Only the officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people aren’t allowed to light lamps, huh?

You’re allowed to go back on your word and substitute me, but I’m not allowed to mock you?

No way!