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Chapter 757 - 757: UCL Final IX



Holding onto their bags of chips and cold drinks, the crowd moved along the stands. Once again, the vacant seats in the stadium filled, and the stadium bustled.

On the pitch, the players emerged looking refreshed and rejuvenated.

With newfound determination and purpose, the players moved to their respective positions. One could tell from a glance that both sides had utilized their time well.

While making his way out of the tunnel, Hiro encountered Vittorio. He was waiting at the tunnel. Just as he saw Hiro coming out, his eyes lit up.

‘Seems like he was waiting for me,’ Hiro figured from the excited look on his face.

He checked around to see if he had seen it wrong. But he couldn’t find others around. Hiro couldn’t help but frown at the conclusion.

Hiro didn’t want to deal with Vittorio.

He had been trash-talking since their first encounter.

‘What more does he have to say?’ Hiro sighed in his heart at the sight of Vittorio.

Earlier, he had to go to the washroom. His teammates had already left the tunnel, and he was the only one to exit.

This made it even worse. Now, he had to deal with this freak all alone.

“You know, I was worried I missed you when I didn’t see you,” Vittorio smiled and spoke fondly. “I even had to check if you had already left the tunnel. But I’m glad that I didn’t miss you.”

Though Hiro remained solemn, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted. Why was he being so amicable right now?

Frowning, Vittorio looked at Hiro with eyes full of pity and said, “You can’t break, okay? We still have to finish what we’ve started.”

Without stopping to respond, Hiro kept advancing. However, Vittorio kept sticking with him. He followed him and kept on blabbering.

Hiro knew nothing good would come from getting involved with him.

Hence, he outrightly ignored him.

Only after he walked out of the tunnel did he leave him alone.

“Just what’s wrong with him?” Hiro heaved a sigh.

Though Hiro was bothered, he couldn’t help but glance at Lucien. Just as he rolled his eyes at him, a voice echoed in his mind, “You’re not here to match Lucien… Stop reacting. Start imposing.”

Those were the words from Diego before he left the locker room.

Upon recalling those words, Hiro relaxed his shoulder and averted his gaze.

Soon after the second half resumed, the crowd came to life. The cheers became even more fervent, and the excitement surged.

The match resumed in full swing.

Both sides challenged each other to the fullest, testing their wits. Quick counterattacks, tackles, and impressive build-ups became even more common.

One moment, it would be one team taking the initiative. The match became even more unpredictable with time.

Now that Hiro had stopped obsessing over Lucien, Hiro could see much more than before. He didn’t restrain himself and moved freely around the field.

Though Lucien still posed a danger, Hiro stopped being concerned about him.

He had to see the bigger picture.

With Hiro acting freely, it became increasingly difficult to mark him. His actions were getting unpredictable with each passing second.

One moment, he would be deep in the line, while the next, he would be making a run forward.

This confused the opposition. Even Vittorio, determined to stop him, found it difficult to deal with him.

In the 54th minute, PSG once again began to move.

The goalkeeper played the ball immediately after the opposition’s failed attempt. Without wasting time, he threw the ball long.

The ball was aimed at Lucien, who was about to transition.

Shifting his body weight, he smoothly turned around with the ball without losing its momentum. Capitalizing on the moment, he sprinted.

The opposition’s formation was a mess, with most of them mispositioned.

Even their backline was far ahead due to the earlier attempt to score.

The PSG bench became excited at the outcome. Their eyes lit up with excitement, and their pulse quickened. They could tell it was an opportunity to widen their lead. Hence, they stood from their seat, their eyes glued on Lucien.

“Go, Lucien!”

Some whispered with their fingers clutched into a fist.

Immediately, their backline moved up to support Lucien. Their transition from defense to attack was quick. On the other hand, Madrid’s transition was rather sloppy. Nоtе: Chесk М_VLЕМРY_R fоr аny соrrесtiоns.

With panic-stricken faces, they retreated in alarm to defend.

However, they had moved far ahead to catch up to Lucien. Now, they could only hope for their backline to slow him down. Even so, most of them burned their stamina to chase Lucien.

Their heart beat quickened, and their breathing became ragged. Sweat trickled down their faces, and their temperature rose.

Lucien weaved through the defenders of Madrid. He made them look like child upon facing them. Steadily, he advanced.

The more he advanced, the more anxious the Madrid supporters became. Their complexion paled as their heart palpitated at the outcome.

Some squinched their brows, some clutched their seats tightly.

“STOP HIM”

Their hearts shouted in alarm. However, they couldn’t bring themselves to speak. Hope was fading, and despair was clutching.

Soon, Lucien emerged before the post.

He had left the others behind and was standing at the edge of the box. The defender before him glared at him. However, he remained unfazed and unaffected.

The crowd became even more anxious.

The people knew that this was Lucien’s favorite position to shoot. This made them even more nervous, and they couldn’t help but pray.

The final defender lunged at Lucien.

Lucien avoided his reach and sidestepped without breaking a sweat. Now, with the last line of defense collapsed, the faces of Madrid supporters became as pale as paper.

Some even closed their eyes.

Though the shooting angle was optimal, Lucien didn’t shoot. Instead, he crossed the ball to the opposite flank rather than taking chances.

This left a lot of people dumbfounded and sparked a lot of confusion.

But just as they saw the appearance of Dembele, the crowd became much more relaxed.

Even so, their happiness didn’t last long, as soon after Dembele, another figure appeared in sight.


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