When playing football, you should call it GOAT.

Chapter 41 We're so amazing! (Please read on!)

"Gallardo! He gets the ball on the right wing—a beautiful feint! Abadonado is completely off balance!"

The commentator's voice suddenly rose, his speech becoming rapid and excited.

"Gallardo deftly dribbled past him! Abbadonado was completely outmaneuvered! Nice's defense began to retreat in panic!"

The camera captured the sly smile characteristic of South American players as Gallardo's right foot twitched slightly with the outside of his foot.

"A beautiful outside-of-the-foot curler! That pass was absolutely gorgeous!!"

The ball drew an elegant arc, bypassing Nice midfielder Makoun's interception, and flew precisely towards Roy on the edge of the penalty area!
"Roy!!!"

The commentator's voice nearly cracked as he exclaimed, "Perfect positioning! Perfect timing! Nice center-back Sami Traore desperately chased back, but it was too late!"

The Monaco fans in the stands held their breath, countless hands already raised in the air, waiting for the cheers that were about to erupt.

Nice goalkeeper Gregorini nervously adjusted his position, his eyes fixed on Roy's every subtle movement, while Parmaro gritted his teeth and sprinted forward, trying to interfere with the shot at the last moment.

"Roy controls the ball—!!!"

The entire stadium seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only the commentator's passionate shouts—

"The opportunity has arrived!!! Monaco's deadly trap!!!"

Roy received the ball, and Nice's defense tensed up instantly.

He deftly stepped forward with his right foot.

Parmaro was on high alert, his arms slightly outstretched, his knees bent, and his eyes fixed on Roy's shoulder, yet he was still swayed by Roy's rhythm.

Cycling!
With two long legs, she nimbly circled the ball like a butterfly flitting among flowers. Parmaro's pupils contracted, and his steps began to falter.

Sidestep with the outside of the foot!
Roy's right foot flicked outward, and Parmaro immediately moved to block, but the next second...

"They've got it back!!!"

The narrator almost cracked his voice.

Roy's right foot flashed and twisted the ball to the left. Parmaro's ankle almost broke, and he staggered as he tried to regain his balance, but Roy had already created half a step of space!

Swing your leg!

His left arm was naturally outstretched to balance his body, his right leg was raised high, but his eyes were darting towards the far corner. Nice goalkeeper Gregorini was fooled! He subconsciously took half a step to the right, but Roy's ankle suddenly twisted at the moment of contact with the ball.

The signature move: aiming at a long distance and striking at close range!

"Near angle!!!"

boom! ! !
The ball hurtled toward the near post like a cannonball. Gregorini turned and made a desperate save, his glove barely touching the ball. But the angle was too sharp, and the ball slammed into the inside of the post and bounced back into play!
The ball was cleared by the defender.

"Wow ah ah ah!!!"

The cheers of the Monaco fans were about to burst into their throats, but they swallowed them back down, turning into a sigh of frustration.

Roy turned around, clapped loudly at Gallardo, then spread his arms wide, palms up, and waved them three times in a row towards the stands.

As if trying to boost morale: "Louder!!!"

The fans' response was like a landslide and a tsunami.

"ROI! ROI! ROI!"

Giuly and Pulso exchanged a glance. The former grinned, while the latter shook his head, but both of them had the same thought in their eyes: "This kid is really something."

The commentator took a deep breath, his voice still trembling: "That's Roy! Even if he doesn't score, he can still instill fear in the opponents, inspire his teammates, and drive the fans wild! He has single-handedly ignited Monaco's morale!"

In the world of football, the rise of a dazzling new star is often accompanied by undercurrents in the locker room, but Roy was lucky - he met Giuly.

This Frenchman who would make way for Messi knows better than anyone how to dance with genius.

When Messi finished in the top three for the Ballon d'Or for the first time in 2007, Giuly publicly stated, "This kid's talent needs to be nurtured."

At that time, Giuly was 31 years old, while Messi had just turned 20. The Barcelona management clearly positioned Messi as the future core player, and Giuly chose a dignified transition. He even voluntarily took a pay cut when he ultimately transferred to Roma. This laid the foundation for a smooth transition from Dream Team II to Dream Team III. Rijkaard said, "Giuly's sacrifice is the best interpretation of Barcelona's philosophy."

A subtle understanding has been reached in the Monaco dressing room: Giuly is the captain, and Roy is the ace.

This balance stems from their wisdom: Giuly leads the locker room as captain, while Roy dominates the field as an ace player.

Roy always maintained his respect for veteran players, while Giuly voluntarily stepped down to a secondary role in tactics, content to play a supporting role.

As Giuly said, "True greatness is not about always being in the spotlight, but about knowing when to let the light shine on someone brighter."

Just as he foresaw Messi's extraordinary potential at age 16, he now understands that Roy's future extends far beyond the pitch of the Stade Louis II.

Kuli swiftly tore through the defense on the right flank, unleashing a low, sweeping slash across the goal.

Roy receives the ball on the side of the penalty area and then dribble left and right amidst two defenders, attempting to create space for a shot!

Suddenly, he lightly stepped down with his left foot and then slid backward.

Gallardo, like a sword drawn from its sheath, plunged into the penalty area from behind!
"Galladolid!! He shakes off the defender!! And blasts the ball into the net!!!"

The commentator, his voice hoarse and almost cracking, exclaimed: "That was a beautiful play! Monaco's golden triangle has finally shone!"

Gallardo went absolutely wild after scoring!
He ripped open his jersey, revealing the newly tattooed four characters "Serve the Country with Utmost Loyalty" on his sweat-drenched back, and roared at the stands in Spanish: "Life! For Argentina!" The entire stadium erupted in cheers!

I don't understand it, but I'm utterly shocked!
Roy stared at the crooked "Serve the Country with Utmost Loyalty" characters on Gallardo's back, his eyes twitching violently. This idiot actually got it tattooed!

I made a special trip to Chinatown in Paris and found a tattoo shop run by Chinese people.

Now those four Chinese characters look like flattened crabs, sprawling haphazardly on Galado's sweaty back; it's likely that Yue Fei's coffin lid won't be able to hold them down.

"I'll have to go to the Yue Fei Temple by West Lake to burn incense sometime."

Roy touched his nose guiltily, but thankfully he didn't get the Tu Honggang version. If he had gotten the "Smoke of War Rises, Looking Northwards at the Rivers and Mountains" tattoo, he would have suffered a lot.

Deschamps' lips curled up slightly, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Senior assistant coach Jean Petit excitedly pumped his fist: "We'll have to see what this kid does!"

Rothen sat on the bench, his fingers unconsciously digging into his thigh, muttering, "If I were on the field, wouldn't I have been able to get to the position where I should have scored?"

Rothen came on in the 81st minute.

five minutes later.

Rothen receives the ball on the left flank!
He made a sudden stop and feint, then pretended to cross with his right foot but suddenly cut back, leaving Nice's right-back staggered and missing his target!
"Rothen! Beautiful breakaway! Left-footed cross—!" The commentator's voice suddenly rose.

The ball traced a precise arc, a half-high ball spinning rapidly as it plummeted towards the edge of the six-yard box! Three Nice defenders simultaneously lunged towards the landing point, and goalkeeper Gregorini also rushed out of his goal.

In the chaos, Roy appeared like a ghost!
He first shoved aside the center-back Parmaro who was marking him closely, and the two stumbled and almost lost their balance in the challenge.
"Is Roy going to fall?! No—!"

Just as his body tilted to a 45-degree angle, Roy's right leg lashed out like a whip!

His right outside of his foot struck the upper part of the ball as it bounced up from the ground with precision, and the ball suddenly changed direction after being hit!

"Outside of the foot volley!! The ball went through Gregorini's legs—!" The commentator almost cracked.

Roy fell to the ground, but his powerful core strength allowed him to push himself up with his hands, crawl a few steps with the momentum, and then bounce up again!

At that moment, the ball was slowly rolling towards the empty goal.
"Fire on the rebound!!!"

Roy took a diagonal step over the goalkeeper and unleashed a powerful shot from just in front of the goal line, sending the ball slamming into the net!
The entire movement was fluid and seamless; from losing balance to completing the follow-up shot, it was all over in the blink of an eye!
"BUUUUUUUUT!! Roy! It's Roy again!! Always Roy!! Monaco's super genius, in the most unbelievable way! Scores another goal for Monaco!!"

The commentator screamed, "That goal showcased terrifying body control! A fall? No, that was just the prelude to his goal!!"

After scoring, Roy leaped into the air, pumping his fist and roaring, while Rothen sprinted from outside the penalty area and grabbed him by the neck:
"I knew it! We two are absolutely awesome!!"

He shouted into Roy's ear.

The stands went wild, Deschamps raised his arms and shouted, while the Nice players stood there dumbfounded.

They have just witnessed a goal that perfectly combines an unstoppable physicality, a ghostly nose for goal, and a terrifyingly calm finishing ability.

"Remember this moment!" the commentator exclaimed excitedly. "Eighteen-year-old Roy is writing his own legend!!"

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Milan suffered a narrow 0-1 defeat to Parma away from home, ending their title hopes. Inzaghi's goal was disallowed, and Ancelotti angrily denounced the referee for "stealing the ball."

With Nedved and Trezeguet both injured, Juventus' victory in the Turin derby came at a heavy price.

Lippi admitted: "The cost of victory was too high."

— Gazzetta dello Sport

Barcelona unleashed a devastating attack at Camp Nou, thrashing Al-Ittihad, the team led by former Libyan Football Association president Muammar Gaddafi Jr., 5-0.

In this round's away game against Villarreal, the Barcelona players chanted the slogan, "We have prepared five goals for Villarreal as well."

—World Sports Daily headline: "A Frenzied April Comeback: Barcelona Hopes to 'Set Things Right'"

Manchester United manager Sir Alex Ferguson issued a public statement on April 5: "Beckham is not for sale."

Beckham will not leave the team, denying transfer rumors sparked by the "flying boot incident." Despite interest from several European giants (Real Madrid, Inter Milan, AC Milan), Ferguson emphasized: "His staying here is absolutely no problem. There is no indication that we will sell our superstar, our best player."

Real Madrid executive Valdino stated that they will not participate in the bidding for the time being, but hinted that Inter Milan might take action: "I don't know if Inter Milan really needs Beckham, but if Inter Milan does make a move, we will not get involved in this acquisition."

With the crucial Champions League match (Manchester United vs. Real Madrid) approaching, the Beckham transfer saga may be temporarily suspended, leaving the suspense until the summer transfer window.

—The Mirror

"Good evening, Monaco! The good news is that we beat our neighbors Nice 2-1."

Unfortunately, we won again!!!

But don't cheer too loudly.
After all, we are only twenty kilometers apart!

They might actually be able to hear it, hahaha!!!
The bad news is that, following Napoleon III's seizure of most of our territory in 1861, now another Frenchman is trying to take our Stade Louis II!

Our stance on this is: We will never yield!

Besides the match time

— Radio Monte Carlo (RMC Monaco)

(End of this chapter)