Football: Starting with the Crescent Moon Slash

"That was a falling leaf curveball, wasn't it!"

"Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan!"

"We want to see Jiang Yan! We want to see the Crescent Moon Blade! We want to see the Falling Leaf Ball!"

Real Madrid's coaching staff hadn't even realized what had happened.

"Mr. Benitez, you have a keen eye for talent! You knew Jiang Yan had such a knuckleball kick all along, didn't you!"

Looking at the assistant coach's admiring face, Benitez reluctantly accepted the praise.

Although it's unknown when Jiang Yan learned the falling leaf curveball, it will definitely become a powerful weapon for them to break through the enemy!

Overjoyed, Benitez unconsciously glanced towards Getafe's coaching bench.

However, Getafe's coach showed no emotion on his face, as if everything that was happening was within his expectations.

Fifteen minutes into the first half have passed.

The score remains 0-0.

After witnessing Jiang Yan's passing skills, Getafe immediately assigned Wanderson to closely mark him.

Apart from that opening dipping shot, Jiang Yan didn't handle a single pass.

"Hey, I heard that you Chinese people have very small genitals, is that true?"

"Hey, you were just kidding when you kicked that knuckleball, weren't you?"

"You fought hard for this starting position, but you've barely performed at all so far!"

While closely marking Jiang Yan, Wanderson kept spewing trash talk, which annoyed Jiang Yan to no end.

"Damn it, he talks too much." Jiang Yan used [God's View] to confirm the positions of all the players on the field. "Even without looking, I can pass the ball out!" Jiang Yan reached out for the ball.

Just then, Getafe's head coach, who had been quietly watching the game, finally ran from the bench to the sidelines.

"Now!"

With a wave of his hand, Getafe's players suddenly intensified their high-pressure pressing, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

When the ball came to Jiang Yan's feet, he suddenly felt a powerful force push him to the ground.

Jiang Yan lost possession of the ball!

Wanderson dribbles forward!

The latter's shoving action was very subtle. From a distance, the referee only thought that Jiang Yan had lost his balance and fallen to the ground, and did not think much of it as pushing someone.

Wanderson dribbled the ball to Rodriguez, who was eventually shot by striker Vázquez inside the penalty area.

After Navas caught the ball, Benzema and Modric immediately approached the referee to report Wanderson's pushing.

But the referee still firmly believed that there was no problem with the opponent's shot.

Jiang Yan struggled to his feet and patted the dirt off his clothes.

"A foul tactic... As long as it's a foul, the referee will see it sooner or later, and then there will be a free kick opportunity."

As Jiang Yan was thinking this, he looked towards Getafe's half of the field.

All eyes of the Getafe members were fixed on him.

Their eyes held an unprecedented malice.

The game continued, and while Wanderson was marking the referee, he kept making small, unsavory moves. But Jiang Yan wasn't stupid; having learned from his previous experience, he now stayed close to the referee.

"I refuse to believe you'd dare commit a foul right under the referee's nose!"

However, when Jiang Yan received the ball, Wanderson made another strong physical challenge.

However, this time, the referee saw his hand gesture and immediately awarded Real Madrid a free kick.

Jiang Yan stepped up to the free-throw line without hesitation.

Benzema and Modric came to Jiang Yan's side.

"Are you alright? That guy Wanderson's move just now was a completely malicious foul."

"It's up to you. Crush them in the way you know best! Our Real Madrid players are not to be trifled with."

The referee blew his whistle, and Jiang Yan took the free kick.

He stood behind the ball, and suddenly the words of goalkeeper Guaita flashed through his mind.

"If you can hold on, then go ahead and dive for it!"

Jiang Yan's free kick drew a perfect arc in mid-air and went straight into the top corner of the goal.

However, Guaita leaped high inside the goal, his body perfectly extended, and with his fingertips, he narrowly saved this excellent free kick.

What?!

This goalkeeper is on fire!

Not only Jiang Yan, but Real Madrid fans in the stands also gasped in shock.

Jiang Yan's free kick was impeccable.

Guaita's save was simply unbelievable!

"I told you, I've figured out your free kicks!"

Guaita had already reacted the moment Jiang Yan took the free throw.

The Getafe coach, watching from the sidelines, was satisfied with the situation on the field.

"Maybe you are the chosen one, but you are still an 18-year-old kid, and your body and willpower are too weak."

30 minutes passed.

Jiang Yan was constantly being attacked by Getafe players. After witnessing Jiang Yan's free kicks, Getafe players became more subtle in their actions, and many of their fouls even occurred near the center circle.

Based on the tests in the first two matches, the maximum range for a direct shot with a free kick is 30 meters, so free kicks near the center circle are usually taken by Modric or Kroos.

The match proceeded intermittently.

Jiang Yan had never played such a painful game of football before.

So this is what it feels like to be closely monitored and targeted tactically.

In his current state, completing the system's tasks is simply a pipe dream.

"A change is necessary! And it will depend on the skills I currently possess!"

Jiang Yan began to make off-the-ball runs, and Wanderson followed closely behind, being brought to the middle area.

Seeing the left flank open, Toni Kroos delivered a precise long pass to Cristiano Ronaldo in front of him.

Cristiano Ronaldo burst into the penalty area and delivered a cutback pass to Benzema, whose shot was caught by the goalkeeper.

"That goalkeeper was on fire today! He even saved that shot!"

The fans in the Bernabéu stands were already complaining, both about the tactical blockade against Jiang Yan and the goalkeeper's superhuman performance, which were unbelievable.

40th minute of the first half.

Modric dribbles the ball.

After forty minutes of high-pressure pressing, Getafe's players were exhausted, giving Real Madrid a good opportunity to counterattack.

Modric passed the ball to Benzema.

After receiving the ball with his back to goal, Benzema executed a one-two pass with Jiang Yan, holding off Wanderson and another defender.

Seeing Jiang Yan dribble into the box, Getafe's players charged at him like wolves spotting their prey.

"Even if I can't score, I'll still be here and shatter your tactics!"

[God's Perspective] Initiated immediately.

The entire stadium appeared before him; the players' positions, their body orientations, and their movement trajectories a second later were all visible to Jiang Yan.

"You only get one chance, now's the time!"

Facing Getafe's double press, Jiang Yan unleashed his [Falling Knife Curve Shot] skill with a left-footed swing.

The ball floated high over the defender's head before plummeting downwards.

This time, however, Ronaldo chose to trust Jiang Yan.

He didn't even look up to observe the ball's trajectory before charging into Getafe's penalty area all by himself.

Getafe's two defenders only realized Ronaldo had entered the penalty area after seeing the ball plummeting downwards.

The ball landed squarely in front of Ronaldo.

Faced with such a bomb, the Earth.

Cristiano Ronaldo's volley pierced the Getafe goal.

Real Madrid 1-0 Getafe.

Thanks to Jiang Yan's brilliant pass and Ronaldo's keen attacking instincts, Real Madrid took the lead just before the end of the first half!

siu~~~~~~~~~~！ ！ ！ ！

After Ronaldo's classic celebration, he hugged Jiang Yan, who had come to celebrate with him, and habitually ruffled Jiang Yan's hair.

He knew very well that his little brother had suffered a lot of injustice in this game.

But at the same time, he also knew that Jiang Yan had to go through this setback if he wanted to grow.

"Jiang, this time I didn't waste your pass."

Jiang Yan put his arm around Ronaldo's shoulder and said with a smile:

"Now it's my turn to score!"

The first half has ended.

Three minutes of stoppage time.