Football: The strongest post-2000s Chapter 114

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“Leeeeeeeeeee——”

The Liverpool fans at Anfield, watching Li Qing, who seemed to be treading on wind and fire wheels, not give up chasing the football, instinctively burst into deafening cheers.

Wenger, standing in the away team’s coaching area, was very satisfied with Bellerín’s choice. Although there was a high probability that the football would roll out of the right sideline, Li Qing’s speed was extremely fast, and there was a certain possibility that he could catch up before the ball went out of bounds. Therefore, Bellerín, continuing to retreat, only needed to block Li Qing’s potential dribbling path to effortlessly complete the defense.

Li Qing chased the ball quickly. To maintain balance, he would certainly not slow down and choose to dribble the ball forward. Thus, pre-positioning became exceptionally important.

The ball’s forward speed gradually decreased, but it got closer and closer to the right sideline: one meter, half a meter, ten centimeters…

Li Qing was five meters, three meters, one meter away from the ball…

The assistant referee, standing in Arsenal’s defensive half, held his breath, his eyes fixed on the ball, fearing a misjudgment if he lost focus.

Li Qing, running at high speed, constantly paid attention to the pitch. He noticed Bellerín intentionally blocking his dribbling path after a successful save. His eyes darted slightly, and an idea came to mind.

At the crucial moment, Li Qing, running at high speed, stretched out his right foot and forcefully pushed the ball, which was about to roll out of the right sideline, forward with the inside of his instep.

Due to excessive force, the ball shot forward more than twenty meters.

Wenger raised his hand, signaling that the ball had gone out of bounds, but the assistant referee disagreed, shaking his head to indicate that the ball was still in play!

“The ball is not out of bounds!”

Xin Ying Sports commentator Jin Xiang-kai shouted with surging emotion: “But whether it’s out of bounds or not, we’ll have to see the slow-motion replay later.”

Li Qing, having completed the poke, continued to sprint at high speed along the right sideline. Bellerín, who had pre-positioned himself, suddenly contracted his pupils. In a flash, he chose to clear the ball rather than interfere with Li Qing.

Any body contact during high-speed running could easily lead to a fall, which could result in the referee blowing the whistle. Bellerín already had a yellow card, so he dared not risk another foul.

The team was currently 1- 3 down. If he were sent off again, the game would truly be hopeless.

Moreover, Bellerín, who started as a winger and switched to defense, was known for his speed.

He didn’t believe he would be overtaken by Li Qing when he had a positional advantage.

In terms of speed, he had absolute confidence!

He only respected his teammate Walcott, and no one else!

But Bellerín forgot that Li Qing was running at full speed, while he still needed a turn and an acceleration to reach full speed.

The fans in the main stand and the Centenary Stand seemed to see a red streak flash across the pitch at high speed, crossing the halfway line at a visible pace and catching up with Bellerín.

Bellerín noticed Li Qing was already at the same level as him out of the corner of his eye, and his heart sank.

No sooner said than done, five meters passed in a blink. He found that Li Qing was subtly half a body length ahead and was still widening the distance at a visible speed.

“aoaoaoaoooooo——”

The most captivating aspect of the Premier League is the omnipresent physical confrontation, but a speed duel can also make adrenaline surge. Fans in the stands instinctively erupted into a powerful, tsunami-like roar.

Because the live director kept showing a long shot, fans in front of their televisions could clearly see Li Qing’s speed was a notch higher than Bellerín’s. Sky Sports commentator Andy Gray roared excitedly: “Li’s speed is so fast!”

The thirty-five-year-old goalkeeper Cech, standing at the edge of the penalty area, saw this situation and dared not rush out.

Although the ball was rolling rapidly towards his own goal line, meaning the ball was getting closer to him, the distance between them was at least twenty meters. As a thirty-five-year-old goalkeeper, he naturally dared not compare speed with a forward known for speed, even if the ball was more than thirty meters away from Li Qing.

For a forward running at full speed, a difference of ten meters was not a problem at all.

Bellerín and Li Qing’s horizontal distance widened to a full body length at a visible speed. He had a sudden flash of inspiration and continued to run towards the penalty area without slowing down, thinking that Li Qing, under pressure, would slow down or make a mistake when touching the ball.

As it turned out, Bellerín was overthinking. Li Qing, who completed the outside overtake, neither slowed down nor made a mistake. Forty meters from the byline, he used the outside of his left foot to guide the slowing ball towards the center of the penalty area while still running.

“One-on-one!”

Li Qing’s speed remained undiminished, and Bellerín, running at full speed, failed to close the distance, but he did not give up!

Experienced Bellerín knew that it was difficult to adjust shooting technique at high speed, and he would inevitably slow down!

That was… an opportunity!

Facing Cech, who was slowly retreating and constantly adjusting his position, Li Qing already had his next strategy in mind.

The Liverpool fans in the stands no longer made a sound. They gazed at Li Qing, quietly waiting.

Li Qing, dribbling diagonally to the left of the penalty area arc, slowed his dribbling speed, adjusted his footwork, and looked up at the ready Cech.

Bellerín, close behind, was like a shark smelling blood, charging at full speed.

Li Qing placed his right foot about thirty centimeters to the right of the ball, lifted his left foot. Bellerín, running at high speed, moved his right foot forward, forcefully pushing off the ground with the ball of his left foot, lowering his center of gravity. A textbook-perfect sliding tackle from the right rear was presented to football fans worldwide.

Li Qing, with his wide vision, slightly curled the corner of his mouth. He lifted his left foot, which was about to kick the ball, and stepped on the forward-rolling ball.

“It’s over…”

Despair filled Bellerín’s eyes. His full-speed seventy-meter sprint back to defend now seemed somewhat redundant.

Bellerín’s high-speed slide left a very clear mark in the penalty area. Li Qing used the outside of his left foot to push the ball forward another half meter, planted his right foot for support, lifted his left foot, and struck the middle of the ball with the front of his instep.

The ball shot forward quickly, skimming the grass. Goalkeeper Cech’s pupils contracted sharply. Lowering his center of gravity, he instinctively closed his legs and simultaneously sat down.

But Li Qing’s shot had great power, and the distance was very close. Cech, who was 1.96 meters tall, was half a beat too slow in closing his legs. The ball went through his legs and hit the snow-white net.

“Goooooooooooooooa 1——”

Sky Sports commentator Andy Gray shouted hysterically.

Commentary guest Martin Tyler immediately blurted out: “Absolutely over eighty meters of long-distance sprint! This goal is too beautiful! Li’s signature goal! Unbelievable! The best goal of this round has appeared! No! This goal can definitely compete for the best goal of the season!” _

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