Football: Starting with the Crescent Moon Slash

boom!

Bale forcefully cut inside, created space, and then shot.

The ball flew like a cannonball towards the far corner of the goal, but Bravo made a desperate dive and blocked the ball out of the penalty area with one hand!

In the live broadcast room, He Wei slapped his thigh in regret: "Oh dear! Bell wasted a golden scoring opportunity!"

"What a pity! What a pity! But Bravo's save was perfect, both in terms of his form and his speed on the ground. He is Barcelona's last line of defense!"

"Now, Real Madrid will have to reorganize their attack."

Damn! If Bale had just gotten past the goalkeeper before shooting, that would have been perfect!

[Sigh, Bravo's save was spot on. We can't blame Bale entirely; Real Madrid just had a run into a systemic problem this time.]

[It's not over yet! Look, the River God is still steaming!]

The ball bounced towards the center of the penalty area, and Pique and Alves ran towards it simultaneously to clear it.

But just then, Inzaghi activated his "Smell of the Goal" skill, and a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in the penalty area.

"Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan appeared unexpectedly at the ball's landing point, like a ghost!"

"He seems to have an extremely accurate judgment of where the ball will land!"

"Even so, can he maintain his dominance against Alves and Pique?"

Alves and Pique both rushed toward the ball, but Jiang Yan touched it first.

Nedved – [Iron Body] activated immediately.

boom!

"He did it! He did it!"

"Jiang Yan actually broke through the double-team! Look at the camera, Alves and Pique were both knocked back by Jiang Yan!"

"There's a chance for a follow-up shot!!!"

Bravo, facing this experienced goalkeeper, Jiang Yan raised his leg and swung it at the ball.

Seeing this, Bravo immediately got off the ground, ready to block the ball with his body before it took off.

But Jiang Yan wasn't stupid either. Just as the instep of his foot was about to touch the ball, he suddenly pulled back his strength and lightly chipped the ball from a tight angle.

The football traced a beautiful parabola in the air, bypassed Bravo's body, and nestled lightly into the net, grazing the bottom edge of the goal crossbar!

"Goal!"

"GOALLLLLLLL!!!!!!"

Inside the live stream, He Wei's voice exploded with excitement, almost cracking, "Jiang Yan!!! It's Jiang Yan!!!"

"He finished the rebound with a brilliant chip shot!"

"One man, orchestrating two goals! Bravo is utterly hopeless in front of the goal!"

"2 to 1!"

"A last-minute winner!!! Real Madrid have taken the lead!!!"

Camp Nou fell silent for a moment, then a deafening chorus of boos drowned out the Real Madrid fans' cheers. Jiang Yan opened his arms and rushed toward the away stands, where Ronaldo, Bale, and Benzema swarmed around him and hugged him tightly.

The chat room erupted in excitement.

[Jiang Shen's sense of smell at the door is insane! His physique has also been trained to such an extent, there's absolutely no limit to his potential!]

[Brazil's star striker confirmed! Who dares say that players of Chinese descent can't play in the top five European leagues!]

[Jiang Shen's defense left Messi helpless today, while his attack sent Barcelona sprawling! So satisfying!]

[Jiang Shen's chip shot was so smooth! It gave me goosebumps!]

[Conquering Camp Nou! Jiang Yan is a god! Tonight, he is a god to all Real Madrid fans!]

Real Madrid fans were naturally overjoyed, but Barcelona fans in the live broadcast room were in tears.

[Leading by one goal and then being overtaken, Enrique, are you even human?]

[It's over! Not only did they lose the El Clásico, but they also lost the top spot in the league. Now let's see how Enrique explains this!]

Don't rush, there's still the Champions League. So what if La Liga is ceded to Real Madrid? Winning the Champions League will prove me right; I, Enrique, am still a hero. The title of "King of Cups" isn't just a joke!

[Messi scores again! Let's settle this draw!]

[Messi, my foot! Jiang Yan completely shut him down this game!]

The Barcelona players collapsed onto the grass, as if their souls had been ripped out.

Pique, clutching his knees, gasped for breath, staring at the ball in the net with eyes full of resentment and disbelief.

Enrique stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, his brow furrowed. All the tactics he had devised for Jiang Yan had failed. This was the first time he had ever felt such suffocating pressure at home.

Is he really a genius?

This isn't a midfielder! He's practically a mini-Beckenbauer!

They're practically everywhere – in the attacking third, midfield, and defense!

The game still had some time left, but at this point, Barcelona was like a deflated ball, unable to mount an effective counterattack no matter what they did.

The core of the lineup—Messi—was completely neutralized by Jiang Yan alone.

Barcelona failed to score another goal until the end of the match.

"Match over! Real Madrid pulled off a stunning 2-1 comeback victory against Barcelona at Camp Nou, reclaiming the top spot in La Liga!"

……

After the match, Jiang Yan lay exhausted on the Camp Nou pitch, savoring the hard-won victory.

But the reporters at Camp Nou didn't stop, surrounding Messi and bombarding him with questions:

Reporter: Messi, how does it feel to play against Jiang Yan?

Reporter: Messi, you seem out of sorts today. Is it because of Jiang Yan's defense?

Messi remained silent, simply walking back to the locker room under the protection of his teammates. As he passed Jiang Yan, he paused, glancing down at the figure still lying on the grass.

Jiang Yan looked up, and their eyes met.

Messi made no comment and walked straight to the players' tunnel.

The chat room exploded with comments again:

Messi chickened out! Messi admitted defeat! Jiang Yan's move is legendary!

Come on, Xiaomei, quickly hand Uncle Jiang a cigarette!

Looking at Messi's eyes, I knew Jiang Yan would be a contender for the title of best player in football from now on!

[Amazing! That look in his eyes! This episode is phenomenal!]

After Messi walked into the players' tunnel, Jiang Yan became the darling of the media.

Surrounded by reporters, Jiang Yan, panting, picked up the microphone, sweat streaming down his face: "Today's victory belongs to the whole team. Bale's shot, Ronaldo's movement, and Modric's orchestration were all indispensable."

At that moment, a reporter from Marca handed him a microphone:

"Jiang Yan, you came on as a substitute today. Was that part of the coach's tactics? Why did Benitez arrange the tactics this way?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the camera, as if he had made a great mental preparation: "Benitez's tactics are fine, my relationship with him is very good, and if possible, I hope to play in every game."

The Marca reporter astutely grasped the meaning behind Jiang Yan's words.

If someone has a very good relationship with the head coach but is still placed on the bench, there is only one possibility.

Florentino has made a move!

The Marca reporter excitedly put away his microphone, while his assistant, carrying the camera, looked puzzled.

"Sister Zhang, what's wrong?"

The woman called Sister Zhang looked excited.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! This will definitely be on the front page tomorrow!!!"