Chapter 220: Is half the field already within shooting range?

One hammer strike settles it!

Hope this goal doesn't stir up Patricio's fear of being dominated by the German team.

Young Li Kang's deadly long pass after the steal easily shattered Portugal's defense.

Diego Costa's pivot, David Silva's breakthrough, and Juanfran's cross — the four, using the simplest combination, jointly created this goal.

Just two minutes into the match, Spain took the lead.

Oh! It's 126 seconds — the fastest goal in European Cup final history, and it's the final.

The camera panned to the Spanish players, who gathered at the corner flag to celebrate wildly.

We see Cristiano Ronaldo gesturing to comfort his teammates, as if saying, "Don't rush — the game has just begun; I'll step up!"

This is leadership!

Cristiano Ronaldo gestured at Pepe, pointing out a problem with goalkeeper Patricio's saving stance.

He looked displeased.

Pepe quickly intervened, gesturing for him to go to the net and pick up the ball.

This is the national team, not Real Madrid — Patricio won't tolerate this kind of criticism like Navas does.

Applause thundered.

The fans weren't discouraged; they loudly applauded to encourage the Portuguese players.

Corner flag area.

Diego Costa, excited, pulled up the corner flag.

Teammates rushed over, wildly celebrating.

The little assistant and the wives' group frantically blew kisses.

Live broadcast room.

-【Where does Portugal get the confidence to face the invincible armada with just a single defensive midfielder?】

-【The main referee is England's Clattenburg, whose nickname is 'Draw Master'! Believe me, the final will definitely be a draw, go to extra time, then a penalty shootout!】

-【Strange, Lisbon isn't that bad; it's impossible to concede a goal so easily.】

-【Don't rush, Li Mingdeng hasn't joined the attack yet.】

Pitch side.

The Spanish coaching bench's reaction was very calm.

Bosque simply stood up, clapped, then sat down again.

Only Minianno was ecstatic.

The other side.

Santos furrowed his brow.

The Portuguese FA, to save money, signed his contract only until June 2016, never expecting the team to do well in this European Cup.

He had just renewed his contract not long ago.

If they get slaughtered in the European Cup final, they'd set some record... they'd go down in history.

Play restarted from midfield.

Nani kicked off, passing back to João Mário.

This little black ball is still fairly reliable.

Although he's slow, sticky with the ball, sluggish in distribution, poor at receiving with his back to goal, lacks positional sense and weak at dribbling, his passing imagination is very rich.

《Opening with max-level passing, Cristiano Ronaldo drools! 》

Portugal's fast break!

Don't give up!

Yes, tap it twice with the foot, keep a good advancing formation!

Oh no! The ball is lost!

Referee Clattenburg signaled no foul!

Saúl didn't expect the ball to be so easy to intercept.

The opposing João Mário is a Primeira Liga star!

Too simple.

Smack!

No second thoughts.

The Atlético Madrid youngster immediately passed the ball to Li Kang, who had run past the midfield line.

From the audience's perspective:

Spain's number six didn't even look back at the ball's trajectory, yet perfectly received it.

Wrong.

This strange step.

How did that kid make a shooting motion...

Past the midfield line... directly shoot?

Bosque couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Santos looked dazed, clutching his chest.

God's perspective.

Portugal's defensive line revealed a huge gap.

Disjointed defensive positioning.

It triggered the hunting instinct of the Spanish attackers.

In Li Kang's field of vision, a brilliant golden illusory figure appeared.

White with gold trim, number 7.

All kinds of negative emotions tangled wildly.

"Look, that country bumpkin's accent is really weird, like a pig's grunt."

"You're always a piece of trash."

"Get lost back to Madeira Island, country bumpkin."

"What's it to you if I beat you? What do you want to do? Go complain to your dad? Oh, I almost forgot—your dad is already dead."

"Don't say that—he's found a new dad at Manchester United, assistant coach Carlos Queiroz!"

"Haha, the best player in the world? Just you?"

Thoughts drifted away.

Li Kang's footwork and movements completely overlapped with the phantom.

His calves and knees gathered tremendous force!

Thud!

A thunderous boom echoed across the sky.

It caused all negative emotions to vanish like smoke.

Golden Edge Luo—half the field is within range!

The football screamed as it blasted toward Portugal's goal!

It was like a rainbow!

It rose.

It fell.

The arc and gradient combined into the most splendid trajectory!

Everyone was stunned.

Including goalkeeper Patricio.

When he came to his senses and made a save attempt.

The ball had already lifted Portugal's net!

2-0!

!

The whole stadium erupted!

"Beautiful!"

"Two goals in two minutes!"

"An unstoppable invincible fleet!"

"Half the field is within shooting range!"

"Li Kang, from outside the center circle... with a fierce, domineering elevator ball! He broke through Portugal's goal!"

"Who is the king of Yin Biliya?"

"Could the French midsummer bring about the most horrific slaughter in European Cup final history?"

Duan Xuan and He Wei were overcome with excitement.

They hadn't even had time to adjust their emotions.

Another goal?

Can we get a break?

The live stream.

-【Magnus Effect!】

-【What the heck? Playing this in the European Cup final? This isn't the group stage!】

-【Portugal isn't that weak—even if you had Sporting CP play Real Madrid, Atletico Madrid, and Barcelona, they wouldn't concede that many goals.】

-【They wouldn't concede that many—only Bayern could score a 7-0 against them.】

-【Stay calm—it's not unheard of for a game to start with a goal and then go silent.】

-【Having survived life-and-death battles against Italy, Germany, and France, the invincible fleet is truly fearsome!】

-【Don't panic—the referee is Clattenburg, a master of draws! A 2-2 is also a draw.】

-【This ball has a hint of Golden Edge Luo!】

-【Weren't the pre-match news saying the two teams were evenly matched and a draw was likely?】

Li Kang certainly doesn't have a "Siu~".

He already knew roughly where Wo Le Er and Tuopu Laotou were sitting before the match.

He symbolically ran toward that direction, raising his fist.

Soon.

His teammates piled on.

Portugal's defense drooped in defeat.

C Ronaldo didn't blame his teammates this time; he stood with hands on hips, eyes slightly red.

The match quickly resumed.

Portugal no longer dared to engage Spain in midfield battles.

They played very steadily.

From the spectators' bird's-eye view, Portugal is very dangerous.

Don't rush.

Watch the tempo.

Spain deliberately vacated a thirty‑meter zone, leaving ample space up front for Diego Costa.

Nice! Cristiano Ronaldo received a pass from João Mário!

Can he turn the tide?

Whoa, Saúl was careless.

Cristiano Ronaldo did not choose to force a breakthrough.

Before Saúl could close in, he decisively passed the ball to the overlapping Guerreiro on the flank.

He didn't trap the ball.

Cristiano Ronaldo ran into the optimal position in a short time!

With a slap!

The football returned to his feet once again!

What a brilliant one-two!

His explosiveness is still there!

He's about to break into the penalty area!

How can Spain's back line still sit tight?

Piqué's challenge!

Whoa!

Cristiano Ronaldo has fallen!

The ball was cleared out of bounds!

The referee brandished a yellow card!

Portugal's chance! An excellent free‑kick position on the edge of the box... Ah! How did Cristiano Ronaldo end up with the yellow card?

A dive?

From the slow‑motion replay, Piqué pulled his leg back early!

Stade de France, boos rang out.

Piqué smirked and patted Cristiano Ronaldo's face.

He wasn't angry.

After all.

During the years at Manchester United when he was bullied by the veterans, Piqué had always been by his side.

The two could be best friends.