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Chapter 439. Goal Fest at the European Cup! · 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 439: 439. Goal Fest at the European Cup!

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”OHHHHHHHHH—!”

”WHAT A GOAL!”

Liu Jiayuan’s voice soared above the deafening roar inside the Stade Vélodrome.

Even amidst tens of thousands of screaming supporters, his excitement was unmistakable.

At that moment, he felt incredibly fortunate to be commentating this match live.

Belgium versus France.

This semifinal was delivering football worthy of a final.

Only one thought echoed through his mind.

Lance is unbelievable.

”OHHH! SENSATIONAL!”

”WHAT A STRIKE!”

”BRILLIANT!”

Even Sky Sports commentator Martin Tyler couldn’t hold back his praise.

The bicycle kick had left him speechless.

Then again...

This was Lance.

Over the past season, Martin Tyler had already witnessed enough miracles from him to fill an entire career.

For other players, goals like these happened once in a lifetime.

For Lance?

It was beginning to feel routine.

France 1–1 Belgium

”Lance has done it!”

”Ten goals in this European Championship!”

”He surpasses Michel Platini and now stands alone as the highest scorer in a single tournament!”

Ten goals.

Six matches.

The numbers were absurd.

”YES!”

”LANCE!”

The Belgian players lost their minds.

As Lance completed a long knee slide across the grass, the Belgian supporters erupted.

His teammates swarmed him.

The equalizer meant far more than a goal.

It was proof that no matter how desperate the situation became, Belgium still possessed the most dangerous player in the world.

And as long as Lance remained on the pitch, anything was possible.

Confidence surged through the entire squad.

On the opposite side, France’s momentum took a noticeable hit.

The hosts had started aggressively.

Now they were forced to remember a terrifying reality.

Belgium had Lance.

And that changed everything.

Morale was a strange thing.

It rose.

It fell.

It spread like wildfire.

Griezmann nearly celebrated instinctively when the ball hit the net.

Fortunately, he caught himself at the last second.

He was wearing blue tonight.

Not red.

”Damn it...”

He rubbed his face.

”This guy is ridiculous.”

If given the choice, Griezmann would much rather have Lance beside him than across from him.

The match settled into a midfield battle.

France possessed one of the strongest central units in world football.

Kanté.

Matuidi.

Pogba.

Three midfielders capable of controlling both sides of the ball.

Belgium responded with Lance dropping deeper to assist Witsel and Nainggolan.

Without Fellaini on the field, Belgium’s defensive shape looked significantly cleaner.

The game entered a tense deadlock.

Twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes.

Still 1-1.

The crowd began to wonder whether the first-half fireworks had finally ended.

France had other ideas.

Playing at home, with a young and fearless squad, they refused to settle for a draw.

The attack began patiently from the back.

Then Griezmann received possession.

Everything changed.

A sudden acceleration.

A quick shift of rhythm.

The Belgian defender was left behind instantly.

”GRIEZMANN!”

”What a run!”

The Atlético Madrid forward surged toward the box.

Lance immediately tracked back.

The danger was obvious.

But France’s movement was even quicker.

Matuidi pushed forward.

Payet sprinted wide.

Giroud occupied the center-backs.

Pogba arrived in support.

France flooded the attack.

Three Belgian defenders converged on Griezmann.

That was exactly what he wanted.

With a subtle touch, he rolled the ball backward.

”CUTBACK!”

”POGBA!”

The Juventus star arrived at the perfect moment.

Of all France’s players, Pogba might have been the most unpredictable.

His flashes of inspiration could change a match in an instant.

Lance immediately stepped forward.

Blocking the lane.

Blocking the shot.

Blocking the pass.

A human wall.

”Lance’s recovery is brilliant!”

Liu Jiayuan couldn’t help praising him.

Not only was Lance the most dangerous attacker in football.

His defensive awareness was improving at an incredible rate.

On the sidelines, Deschamps frowned.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Pogba’s options were disappearing.

The attack looked finished.

Then—

Pogba let the ball run.

No touch.

No control.

Just a clever dummy.

”What?!”

Lance’s pupils contracted.

Danger.

For weeks, [Spatial Perception] had become second nature.

Whenever danger appeared, the crucial puzzle piece revealed itself.

Moments earlier, Lance had already identified and blocked the most threatening option.

But Pogba had created a new one.

A brilliant improvisation.

The danger shifted instantly.

By the time Lance turned—

Kanté was already arriving.

The French midfielder burst forward from deep.

No hesitation.

No extra touches.

Just a strike.

”KANTé!”

The stadium exploded.

People often forgot that Kanté could attack.

Because his defensive brilliance overshadowed everything else.

But when left unmarked?

He was still a Premier League champion.

Still an elite footballer.

Still dangerous.

Bang!

The shot stayed low.

Flying through a forest of legs.

One gap.

Then another.

Four players failed to stop it.

Worst of all—

The ball clipped Vermaelen on its way through.

A cruel deflection.

Courtois reacted.

But even he couldn’t change direction in mid-air.

The ball nestled into the corner.

Goal.

France 2–1 Belgium

”Damn it!”

Courtois slammed his fist into the turf.

What else could he do?

Sometimes football simply refused to be fair.

Even Lance could only shake his head.

At the moment Kanté struck the ball, a sense of unease had flashed through him.

Now he understood why.

The shot had found the only path available.

Pure chaos.

Pure luck.

And yet it counted exactly the same.

Griezmann sprinted past again.

Coincidentally.

Of course.

”Nothing you can do about that one.”

He shrugged before racing away to celebrate.

Lance stared at him.

One day.

One day he was absolutely settling this score at Atlético training.

”The hosts lead once again!”

”France 2, Belgium 1!”

”Kanté scores before halftime!”

”And now Belgium need a response!”

Liu Jiayuan wasn’t worried.

Whenever Lance fell behind, strange things tended to happen.

The replays were still showing Kanté’s goal from every angle.

Meanwhile, something was already happening on the pitch.

Belgium had stolen possession.

And Lance was running.

”LANCE!”

”What a turn!”

The crowd gasped.

One touch lifted the ball.

An Elastico.

A change of direction.

Then another.

Matuidi was beaten instantly.

Pogba stepped across.

Lance answered with a perfectly executed Marseille Turn.

Another defender gone.

The center of France’s defense suddenly opened.

[Anger Value: 100%]

[Bachira Meguru]

Full activation.

The monster awakened.

Lance charged directly at the heart of France.

Every touch seemed impossible.

Every movement unpredictable.

France’s defenders began collapsing inward.

De Bruyne immediately drifted centrally.

Lance drove right.

The defenders followed.

Then, with a flick of his ankle, he delivered a perfectly weighted pass.

Straight to De Bruyne.

”Danger!”

The French defense shifted again.

De Bruyne shaped as if he were about to pass left toward Hazard.

Behind the play, Griezmann suddenly shouted.

”Watch the right!”

Too late.

Lance was already gone.

Just before being closed down, De Bruyne whipped a low, curling pass into the right half-space.

The ball skipped through the defensive line.

Lance arrived.

One touch.

A delicate lift.

Evra could only watch.

The ball floated over his head.

By the time the veteran defender turned, Lance had already moved past him.

No disrespect.

Evra was a legend.

But legends grew older.

Lance wanted victory.

Nothing else mattered.

The ball dropped.

Left foot.

No hesitation.

Bang!

A beautiful curling strike bent toward the far corner.

Lloris flew.

Full stretch.

Fingertips outstretched.

Not enough.

The ball kissed the inside of the post.

Then crossed the line.

GOAL!

”GOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!”

”LANCE AGAIN!”

”A BRACE!”

”What a response!”

Liu Jiayuan nearly shouted himself hoarse.

”One minute after conceding, Belgium equalize!”

”What a match!”

”What a player!”

The Belgian supporters exploded.

The French crowd fell silent.

And with halftime approaching, the scoreboard changed once more.

France 2–2 Belgium

A semifinal.

Four goals.

Two superstars trading blows.

And the night was only getting started.

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