[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-emperor-of-football-julien-de-rocca":3,"chapter-emperor-of-football-julien-de-rocca-emperor-of-football-julien-de-rocca-chapter-234":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Emperor of Football: Julien De Rocca",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1555921,2020,"Chapter 234: Chapter-234 Goal","emperor-of-football-julien-de-rocca-chapter-234",234,"\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strike triggered gasps from all the fans in the stadium, who rose to their feet, craning their necks in anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julien's left foot struck the ball with a volley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The football soared high into the air. It flew over everyone in the middle of the pitch, and when it reached its peak, it suddenly plummeted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This trajectory left goalkeeper Edel no chance to predict its path. By the time he saw the ball, before he could react, it was already in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed off to make the save. But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suspended in mid-air, Edel seemed to already hear the \"whoosh\" of the football brushing against the net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed heavily to the ground. He quickly turned to look at the goal net—the football was bouncing inside, until it came to rest steadily on the grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edel slammed his fist against the turf in front of him, then got back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ROAR!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This volley completely ignited the entire stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"JULIEN!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone raised their arms in wild celebration, their faces bearing expressions of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had they just witnessed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their minds were filled entirely with images of Julien's strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The football had not only found the net—it had found its way into their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Julien could even turn to run across the field, Rothen, who was closest to him, had already rushed over and wrapped him in a tight embrace. \"Beautiful! Julien!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rothen was so overwhelmed by the goal that this usually eloquent man could now only manage the word \"beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other players caught up, and together they walked toward the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment, Julien stood at the front, with his teammates behind him, all facing the north stand with arms spread wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Modoso was so excited his skin turned red, and he shouted to the fans behind him, \"Go wild!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fans jumped and cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drums thundered intensely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flags waved everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue tide flooded the stadium; the usually gentle sea was now a raging tempest of gigantic waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"3-0!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadzibegic raised both hands high in celebration. In this moment, he wasn't a head coach, he was just an ordinary fan, reveling in Bastia's glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chataigner and the others also stood up to cheer for Julien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Bondy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"William! Did you see that?!\" Mbappé jumped up excitedly at the sight of the goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saliba didn't answer him, instead began talking to himself: \"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! That goal was incredible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan was also there, shouting loudly, \"Wooooh! Julien scored again! Julien scored another goal that Kylian could never learn!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mbappé laughed and patted his younger brother, bursting into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the living room outside the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fayza and Wilfried exchanged glances and smiled, looking at the family photo on the TV cabinet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilfried said, \"Next year we can buy a house in Paris. Caen will give us at least 150,000 euros as a signing fee, and Kylian won't have to worry about playing football anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fayza listened to her husband's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes she still couldn't believe that her child was about to become a professional footballer. But this had precedent in the family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilfried had been a football player in his youth, and she herself had played basketball at twelve or thirteen, later switching to handball because her talent was stronger there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a right winger, she had represented Bondy Handball Club in the French Women's Handball First Division.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genetics are miraculous like that. An amateur midfielder who never made it as a professional footballer, and a professional handball winger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had given birth to a \"supercar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With better days ahead, Fayza said with emotion, \"Our lives are going to change. We'll have a home with 24-hour hot water, everyone can have their own bedroom, we can have a big study room, we won't have to use the living room as a study, activity room, dining room, and meeting room all at once.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilfried embraced Fayza and said. \"All of us are going to be fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also reflected, \"Do you remember? When Kylian was born, Pierre brought a mini football as a gift for him. I think football's connection with Kylian began right then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pierre was Wilfried's younger brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fayza nestled against her husband's broad chest, saying nostalgically, \"Yes, Pierre said back then, 'Mark my words, one day this child will become a great player.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the living room, time seemed to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children's excited voices from the bedroom made the small house feel warm and charming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an unknown amount of time passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mbappé's voice rang out once again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We won!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His excited tone sounded as if he were a die-hard Bastia fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you asked him, he would definitely answer, \"I'm not interested in Bastia, I'm just a die-hard Julien fan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saliba also laughed, lowering his voice: \"We're going to Spain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mbappé beamed and said, \"Yes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that, the two teenagers made plans for a trip abroad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Cesari Stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the final whistle blew, songs filled the entire stadium,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastia! Bastia! Blue blood burning bright!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From old port to new ground, we rise up and fight!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two generations strong, same dream in our hearts\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From darkness of '78 to 2012's bright stars\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moorish flag flying high, high above!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back to Europe's stage, the club that we love!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bastia! Bastia! Forever we sing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>European nights, let the stadium ring!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bastia players hugged each other, high-fived, and celebrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone wore smiles on their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3-0.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A complete victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hapoel Tel Aviv players hung their heads in dejection, walking silently back to the locker room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For them, the group stage might have ended right at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third seeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet finishing last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously with this match, Viktoria Plzen had challenged Atlético Madrid away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Atlético won 1-0 at home against Viktoria Plzen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Viktoria Plzen and Hapoel Tel Aviv were partners in misery—after two rounds, both teams had zero points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Atlético and Bastia both had six points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bastia temporarily led with a superior goal difference, ranking first in the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>________________________________________________________\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Check out my patreon where you can read more chapters:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FLorianFiction\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks for your support!\u003C\u002Fp>",1033,"2026-06-06T07:35:06.182Z",1,"novelbin.me","89e5e6bb53e874553f32bda129669a121d24d596af67a9629013010448a75a98","emperor-of-football-julien-de-rocca-chapter-235","emperor-of-football-julien-de-rocca-chapter-233",628,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Femperor-of-football-julien-de-rocca-cover.jpg"]