Dominating Football with Perfect Ball Control

Chapter 414: 414. The Counterattack Begins

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Bang!!

Swish!!

”Gooooooooooaaaaaaalllllllllll!!”

”Cristianooooooo Rooooooonaldoooooooo!!”

The Spanish commentator’s roar lasted nearly an entire minute, fully venting his excitement.

José ángel’s voice echoed throughout Spain and across the entire Spanish-speaking world.

Although he admired Lance, and although many fans admired Lance, Cristiano Ronaldo was still Cristiano Ronaldo.

After dominating world football for more than a decade, he had accumulated an unimaginable level of popularity.

He and Lionel Messi remained the two brightest superstars in football.

Cristiano Ronaldo completing a hat-trick in the Champions League Final... even if one of the goals came from the penalty spot, a hat-trick was still a hat-trick!

If he could defeat Lance, overcome the inner demon in his heart, and win the Champions League, then Cristiano Ronaldo would very likely claim the 2016 Ballon d’Or and once again stand atop the football world.

And if he also led Portugal to victory at the European Championship, Cristiano Ronaldo would usher in his second golden era!

His prestige and achievements would slightly surpass both Messi and Lance!

Spanish fans were naturally thrilled to witness this moment.

No matter how dominant Lance was, he ultimately wasn’t from Europe.

Messi was Argentine.

Cristiano Ronaldo, meanwhile, was a true son of the Iberian Peninsula.

If La Liga triumphed, then Spain triumphed as well!

With so many Spanish players in the Real Madrid lineup, how could this not count as a Spanish victory?

”Ronaldo!!”

”Ronaldo!!”

”Ronaldo!!”

Cristiano Ronaldo’s name reverberated throughout the Meazza.

The excitement of the Real Madrid supporters had completely exploded!

4-0!

Real Madrid held a crushing advantage!

Atlético Madrid could never overturn this scoreline!

The championship already belonged to them!

”Can we open the champagne now?”

”Real Madrid is incredible!”

”Long live Cristiano Ronaldo!”

It would’ve been one thing if only the Spanish fans were celebrating.

But what shocked many people was that countless fans online were also wildly cheering for Real Madrid.

In truth, most people didn’t care which foreign club won.

What left many fans speechless was how excited some people seemed watching Cristiano Ronaldo completely crush Lance.

”Bandwagon fans?”

”Glory hunters.”

”The match isn’t over yet. Maybe they can still come back.”

”If they overturn this, I’ll eat shit!”

Could Atlético Madrid really complete the comeback?

Even the netizens themselves weren’t confident.

At this point, nobody cared what the other person promised to eat anymore.

All they could do now was silently pray for God Lance.

”Will there be a miracle?”

”I hope so...”

...

Compared to the wild celebrations on Real Madrid’s side, Atlético Madrid had sunk into despair.

After conceding the penalty and receiving a red card, Stefan Savi? sat on the bench sobbing uncontrollably while Diego Simeone comforted him personally.

”Lucas, go on and replace Matías. Augusto, you’re going in too.”

Trailing by four goals while down to ten men, Atlético Madrid made substitutions.

Two defensive midfielders entered the field to stabilize the undermanned defensive structure.

At the same time, Lance and Antoine Griezmann dropped slightly deeper, transforming the formation into a 4-4-1.

Augusto Fernández, Saúl ?íguez, Lance, and Griezmann formed the midfield line, while Fernando Torres remained alone up front.

”Lance, your role is more flexible now. Leave the defense to me... I’ll leave the scoring to you.”

Augusto relayed the latest tactical instructions as soon as he stepped onto the field.

They were already trailing by four goals.

Theoretically, Atlético Madrid had already lost.

All that remained was watching Real Madrid lift the trophy.

But Lance was still on the field.

And Augusto still refused to give up.

”That’s right, Lance. Make your forward runs boldly. We’ve got your back.”

”Trust us. We won’t let them score again.”

The two players who had made mistakes were substituted off to calm down, but the eyes of the remaining players stayed sharp and determined.

What else could they do?

There was only one answer.

Fight.

...

The match resumed.

Eleven against ten.

The advantage belonged entirely to Real Madrid.

Yet Luka Modri? quickly noticed something strange.

Real Madrid’s attack still wasn’t flowing smoothly, while Atlético Madrid continued producing dangerous counterattacks.

Just moments earlier, the combination play between Lance and Griezmann on the left side had nearly produced another goal.

If not for Pepe sticking out a fortunate leg to deflect the pass, Torres would’ve already scored.

”This guy is absolutely absurd...”

Modri? had believed the 4-0 lead was completely safe.

The championship was already in Real Madrid’s hands.

Unless God himself descended onto the field, nobody could stop them.

But what he hadn’t expected...

Was that God might already be playing.

”Haa...”

Lance completed another defensive stop using the physicality of [Mareto Shouei] combined with the positioning instincts of [Fabio Cannavaro], then slowly exhaled.

As he glanced at the system panel, the rage meter had finally reached 100%.

”It’s time.”

”This is no longer the moment to hold back my trump card.”

The match had entered the 70th minute.

Twenty minutes remained.

Scoring four goals in twenty minutes was harder than ascending to heaven itself.

But unfortunately...

I’m cheating.

And now I’m revealing my hand.

The Real Madrid players still hadn’t realized what was happening.

Dani Carvajal stood on the sideline preparing for a throw-in.

At that exact moment, Lance decisively activated his skill.

[Spatial Perception]!

Full-rage [Isagi Yoichi] template activated!

The entire stadium froze once again.

Time and space stood still.

Everything transformed into fragmented puzzle pieces inside Lance’s vision, forming countless irregular modules.

Then, piece by piece, the fragments connected together in a miraculous pattern.

”There!”

Without the slightest hesitation, Lance exploded forward!

Modri? controlled the ball with his chest, sensed pressure from Saúl behind him, and calmly passed sideways toward Toni Kroos.

Theoretically, nobody should have been able to anticipate the pass.

Before receiving the ball, Modri? had repeatedly scanned his surroundings.

Every position looked safe.

Yet the instant he released the pass, Modri? suddenly felt his scalp go numb.

Danger!!

But by then, it was already too late.

The ball traveled quickly toward midfield.

Just as Toni Kroos prepared to receive it, a red-and-white number 10 flashed past like lightning!!!

”Lance intercepts it!! Atlético Madrid launches a quick counterattack!”

Jian Jun, whose heart had practically died already, suddenly felt hope reignite inside him.

Could it be...

The Real Madrid supporters still hadn’t realized the danger, assuming this was merely another ordinary attack.

How could Atlético Madrid possibly threaten the championship now?

But Lance was terrifyingly fast!

The moment he stretched out his leg to intercept the ball, he immediately accelerated forward.

Before Casemiro could react, Lance poked the ball ahead, slipped past him without slowing down, then used his long stride to flick the ball toward Torres!

Torres understood instantly.

Heel pass back!

Lance didn’t even wait for Sergio Ramos to close him down.

He suddenly burst forward, locking onto the ball while cushioning it delicately with the outside of his right foot.

”It’s here!! Lance’s signature Rainbow Flick!!”

Lance had transformed a flashy trick move that was usually more artistic than practical into his deadliest dribbling weapon!

The Rainbow Flick popped the ball cleanly over Ramos’s head.

Ramos instinctively looked upward to track the ball’s flight.

But Lance had already blown past him.

From the moment of the interception, he had maintained full sprint speed without slowing even once!

The explosive acceleration from the seemingly ordinary C-level template [Bukayo Saka] combined with the monstrous dribbling ability of the S-level template [Bachira Meguru]!

At this moment, Lance was an unstoppable god of destruction on the field!

”LANCE!!! BEAUTIFUL!!!”

Jian Jun stared at the screen in complete shock, almost forgetting to commentate entirely.

He had a terrifying premonition.

This might become the most important goal in Champions League Final history!

After the Rainbow Flick, Lance somehow caught up with the ball again.

At the edge of the penalty area, he flicked the ball with his right foot past Pepe’s right side!

He toyed with the world-class center-back like he was humiliating a child!

”He beats another one!!!”

”Volley!!!”

”Eh?! No, he didn’t shoot!!”

Everyone believed that after dribbling past Ramos and Pepe consecutively, Lance would unleash his trademark volley.

But Lance was unbelievably calm.

At the exact moment he shaped to shoot, he noticed Keylor Navas diving to save while Marcelo stretched out a leg to block.

So Lance changed direction again with another touch!

Using the momentum, he nutmegged Pepe for the second time.

In a single attack, he eliminated three Real Madrid defenders and created a completely open net.

Terrifying.

The entire Real Madrid defense had been destroyed by Lance alone.

At this moment, he looked like a true god descending onto the field.

Cristiano Ronaldo stood frozen.

From dozens of meters away, he had just witnessed the greatest goal of the 2010s.

Bang!!

A left-footed volley screamed into the empty net like thunder splitting the heavens!

This 18-year-old boy had become Atlético Madrid’s savior!

”GOAL!!!”

”Lance still refuses to give up!!”

”Inside the hell of a four-goal deficit, he has carved out a bloody path with his own hands!!”

”He sounds the horn of Atlético Madrid’s counterattack!!!”

”Lance pulls one back for Atlético Madrid!!”

The commentator’s voice had already become hoarse.

Clearly, the score was still 4-1.

Real Madrid still led comfortably.

They still had an extra man.

Their probability of winning remained above 99%.

And yet...

For some inexplicable reason, the commentator couldn’t stop himself from saying those words.

The horn of the comeback had sounded.

His instincts screamed at him that even if only a 1% chance remained...

Lance would still create a miracle.

This might become the greatest Champions League Final in history.