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Chapter 406. The Miracle of the Final Seconds of Stoppage Time · Oct 28, 2026

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401 Chapter 401. How Is It Not a Championship? 2026-10-28
402 Chapter 402. I Have a Second Form Too! 2026-10-28
403 Chapter 403. Ultimate Individual Ability! 2026-10-28
404 Chapter 404. Messi, Your Celebration Is Really Useful 2026-10-28
405 Chapter 405. Isagi Yoichi’s Ability is Really Useful! 2026-10-28
406 Chapter 406. The Miracle of the Final Seconds of Stoppage Time 2026-10-28
407 Chapter 407. Winning the Copa del Rey! 2026-10-28
408 Chapter 408. Cristiano Ronaldo: The Advantage is Mine 2026-10-28
409 Chapter 409. Is This Meeting the Parents? 2026-10-28
410 Chapter 410. Decisive Battle at the Pinnacle of Europe 2026-10-28
411 Chapter 411. The Huge Shock of the Champions League Final 2026-10-28
412 Chapter 412. Peak Real Madrid! 2026-10-28
413 Chapter 413. Misfortune Never Comes Alone 2026-10-28
414 Chapter 414. The Counterattack Begins 2026-10-28
415 Chapter 415. Thunder Beast Descends 2026-10-28
416 Chapter 416. The Final’s Most Perfect Arc 2026-10-28
417 Chapter 417. The Century Connection with the Former Golden Boy, Torres! 2026-10-28
418 Chapter 418. The God-Tier Goal! 2026-10-28
419 Chapter 419. We Are the Champions! 2026-10-28
420 Chapter 420. The treble Celebration 2026-10-28
421 Chapter 421. Arriving in France, Preparing for the European Cup 2026-10-28
422 Chapter 422. Griezmann’s Worries 2026-10-28
423 Chapter 423. Something Seems Wrong with the European Cup 2026-10-28
424 Chapter 424. Exchanging Jerseys with the Great Ibrahimović 2026-10-28
425 Chapter 425. Isagi Yoichi’s New Skill Get! 2026-10-28
426 Chapter 426. Direct Strike Shoot! World-Class Volley! 2026-10-28
427 Chapter 427. The Most Magnificent Individual Performance at the European Cup 2026-10-28
428 Chapter 428. Advancing Like This? 2026-10-28
429 Chapter 429. Battle Against Defending Champion Spain 2026-10-28
430 Chapter 430. European Cup, Full Firepower! 2026-10-28
431 Chapter 431. The Maestro on the European Cup Pitch 2026-10-28
432 Chapter 432. Defeating Spain! 2026-10-28
433 Chapter 433. The German Panzer, From Prosperity to Decline Starting Today 2026-10-28
434 Chapter 434. European Cup Scoring Record! 2026-10-28
435 Chapter 435. Griezmann Can’t Smile 2026-10-28
436 Chapter 436. It’s a Case of Red Culture Export 2026-10-28
437 Chapter 437. Encountering a Crisis at the Start? 2026-10-28
438 Chapter 438. Another Godly Goal! 2026-10-28
439 Chapter 439. Goal Fest at the European Cup! 2026-10-28
440 Chapter 440. Ruling the European Pitch! 2026-10-28
441 Chapter 441. Mbappé Appears! 2026-10-28
442 Chapter 442. The Semi-Final That Shook the World! 2026-10-28
443 Chapter 443. The Eve of the Final 2026-10-28
444 Chapter 444. Cristiano Ronaldo Refuses to Give Up 2026-10-28
445 Chapter 445. Cristiano Ronaldo’s Performative Personality 2026-10-28
446 Chapter 446. Who Says Lance Can’t Pass? 2026-10-28
447 Chapter 447. The Crescent Blade Reappears! 2026-10-28
448 Chapter 448. King of Europe? It’s Just the Beginning! 2026-10-28
449 Chapter 449. Coming to the Capital 2026-10-28
450 Chapter 450. The Most Dazzling Superstar 2026-10-28

Chapter 406: 406. The Miracle of the Final Seconds of Stoppage Time

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Could there still be suspense with 10 seconds left in the match?

Let’s rewind to half a minute earlier.

When his Atlético Madrid teammates sprinted over to celebrate with Lance, he was already rushing into Barcelona’s goal to grab the ball.

Ter Stegen sat inside the net with his hands on his head, his face filled with bitterness, completely oblivious to what Lance was doing.

The rest of the Barcelona players looked equally stunned.

They had led for 93 minutes, only to concede at the very end?

Anyone would break mentally in that situation.

Fortunately, Barcelona’s squad had a strong mentality. They were already preparing themselves for extra time.

On Atlético Madrid’s side, Griezmann ran over with a grin, trying to high-five Lance, only to get shoved aside.

”Lance, why are you in such a hurry?”

”Idiot, there’s still a chance! We can still score another one!”

”You’re insane. There are only a few seconds left after the celebration.”

”I call you an idiot because you are one. Referees usually add extra time after celebrations. We still have one last attack.”

Griezmann was speechless, but his admiration for Lance only deepened.

No wonder Lance was already one of the top three players in the world. Griezmann still had a long way to go, both mentally and technically.

”So what do we do? Barcelona will definitely have possession.”

Veteran Torres was almost completely drained. That last sprint had burned away the rest of his energy, but his mind remained sharp.

Atlético Madrid had scored, so Barcelona would restart play.

Barcelona would obviously try to keep possession safely and drag the match into extra time while conserving energy.

Luis Enrique hadn’t used a single substitution yet. It was obvious he was saving fresh legs for extra time.

Once the substitutes came on, Atlético Madrid would be overwhelmed.

If Barcelona focused on possession, stealing the ball would be incredibly difficult.

”That’s why I need all of you.”

”Lance, whatever you say, we’re with you.”

”That’s right! Just give the order!”

At that moment, Lance’s prestige within Atlético Madrid reached its absolute peak.

To say something almost treasonous, Lance’s influence in the locker room might have already surpassed Simeone’s.

No matter how outrageous the plan sounded, the Atlético Madrid players trusted him without hesitation.

The moment they realized there was still one final opportunity in the last 10 seconds, the exhaustion vanished from their bodies.

Every single player was ready to follow Lance to the end.

Meanwhile, Luis Enrique was nearly losing his mind on the sideline, screaming for Barcelona to stay calm and waste the final few seconds.

The Barcelona players slowly returned to the center circle for the restart.

The referee glanced at his watch.

Technically, he could blow the whistle immediately.

But after a brief hesitation, he decided to allow another 30 seconds.

Thirty seconds later, regardless of the situation on the field, the match would end.

Beep!

The match resumed.

The stadium screens and broadcast cameras were still replaying Atlético Madrid’s equalizer from moments earlier.

Barcelona kicked off.

Messi passed to Suárez, and Suárez immediately laid it back to Rakiti?.

But just before Rakiti? could control the ball, the entire Atlético Madrid squad launched into an insane high press!

There were only 10 seconds left, and they were still pressing like maniacs!

Lance, Torres, and Griezmann formed the first line.

Augusto, Saúl, and Koke formed the second.

The back line pushed up together to form the third defensive line.

The entire Atlético Madrid squad looked like they had been injected with adrenaline, swarming forward with terrifying aggression.

Rakiti? nearly burst into tears.

”Seriously?! Why is it always me?!”

Both of his turnovers today had come from Lance’s pressure. He was already traumatized.

Without hesitation, he immediately passed sideways to Busquets.

”Great pass!”

At that exact moment, Torres sprinted diagonally toward Busquets in a crossing run.

Before kickoff, Lance had already predicted this sequence. He instructed Torres to pressure Busquets while continuing his run toward Mascherano without slowing down.

”Damn it!”

Busquets had no idea whether he was cursing Torres or Rakiti? for giving him a hospital pass.

Unable to turn under pressure, Busquets could only send the ball backward to Mascherano.

Torres was stunned.

Everything was exactly as Lance predicted!

”Lance actually called it... Is this some kind of mysticism?”

Lance’s image became even more unfathomable in Torres’s mind.

Mascherano was equally shaken.

It was already the 94th minute, yet Atlético Madrid were still sprinting like rabid dogs!

Did these people never run out of stamina?

Busquets’s hurried pass lacked power.

Mascherano had to step forward to collect it before quickly turning and sending it back to Ter Stegen.

But on the other side, Griezmann never slowed down for even a second.

From the moment Barcelona restarted play, he had been sprinting at full speed straight toward the goalkeeper.

This was the only task Lance gave him.

”Lance really was right! He’s a genius!”

Griezmann gritted his teeth as he charged forward.

Even though he was still far away, Ter Stegen panicked under the immense pressure of the moment.

His first instinct was to clear the ball long.

Bang!

The ball flew toward the left sideline and was about to go out of bounds.

But Juanfran arrived perfectly, leaping high to head the ball back toward Koke!

Atlético Madrid regained possession!

As the engine of Atlético Madrid’s midfield, Koke instantly threaded a through ball toward the center.

Straight to Lance!

The pass came so quickly that Suárez’s sliding tackle completely missed the ball and only crashed into Koke’s ankle.

No one cared about Koke lying on the ground in pain.

Every eye was fixed on Lance.

The referee was already preparing to blow the whistle.

But after seeing the attack unfold, he swallowed it back down.

One more second.

No matter what happened next, this would be the final play of the match.

”Ahhhhhhh!”

Piqué completely lost his mind and threw himself toward Lance.

He had to stop him at all costs.

Everything happened too fast.

The broadcast director had only just cut away from the replay and switched back to the live feed.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers around the world, Lance completed the performance that had defined his rise to superstardom.

[Nagi Seishiro] muscle memory activated.

Full-Level Ball Control!

With his back facing the goal, Lance gently flicked the ball with his left foot.

He spun away from Piqué’s collision and shifted left, instantly creating the perfect shooting angle.

Then...

”Lance shoots!!!”

”LAAAAAANCE!!!”

”Shooooot!!!”

Amid the roar of commentators speaking countless different languages, Lance unleashed a left-footed volley in the 94th minute!

Fierce Tiger!

Bang!

Time seemed to slow infinitely.

The shot, which should have taken only an instant, appeared in slow motion through Messi’s eyes.

But what difference did it make?

Ter Stegen was even slower than the ball.

Lionel Messi, the future GOAT, was about to witness one of the cruelest moments of his career.

The Copa del Rey trophy that Barcelona had nearly held in their hands was shattered by this single strike.

Yet at that exact moment, Messi had one absurd but genuine thought.

”That curve... it’s beautiful.”

Lance’s left-footed volley resembled Zidane’s legendary Heavenly Fairy volley.

The ball carved an elegant arc through the air like a masterpiece crafted by the gods themselves before flying perfectly into the corner of the goal.

For 0.1 seconds, the Bernabéu fell silent.

Then the explosion of noise that followed resembled an earthquake.

Or a tsunami.

”Goooooooooooooal!!!”

”LAAAAAAAANCE!!!”

The entire world went insane.

The equalizer had already been dramatic enough.

But nobody could have imagined this final goal.

”Hat trick!!!”

”Winner!!!”

”An unbelievable performance! Today, Lance is like a god!!!”

Spanish commentator José ángel roared with a trembling voice:

”No... he IS a god!!!”

”Atlético Madrid are champions!”

”This is a miracle!!”

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