Chapter 126 Blow The Counterattack Horn! Attack From God's Perspective!

"Anya, why did you sneak out to watch TV again? Didn't I tell you to go back to your room and lie down?"

"Mom, I'm not that fragile. Do you really want to deprive me of the joy of watching the game?"

"Alright, but the game isn't going well. The team might lose."

On the TV screen, the score of 1-3 was quite conspicuous. It was the 75th minute, and Manchester City had a two-goal lead. Their defense was solid, and their counterattacks were sharp. If Union Berlin committed too many players forward, they'd get punished, but without enough attack, it was hard to score.

The method that Union Berlin excelled at was now being used against them. Even though Mrs. Hans wasn't a die-hard fan, she understood the situation. It seemed unlikely they would turn this game around. However, Anya, her pale face flushed with determination, was not convinced.

"No! We will definitely win today's game!"

"It's just a Champions League group match. If they lose, there will be other chances..."

"No! Win every game! This is the belief of the Iron Alliance!"

Anya was usually a weak and quiet girl, but she was particularly stubborn about this. That look of determination was just like her father's.

"Alright, alright. It's good to want to win. Just remember to enjoy the game."

"Of course! Hee hee!" Anya's face lit up with joy. The fighting spirit of Union Berlin was what drove her. She had become a fan of Su Luo because this handsome Chinese boy embodied the core of the Iron Alliance: fight to the last moment! As long as he was on the field, the game was never over.

"Ahhhhh!" At that moment, the camera zoomed in on Su Luo. He was clutching the red bracelet on his left wrist. Anya was so excited she almost cried. Her idol truly valued the gift she had given him! She hoped it would bring him good luck.

"Hahahaha, what did I tell you? How could Manchester City lose?" one English journalist boasted.

"Thanks to your pre-match prediction, my article is already half-written," his colleague replied.

"That's right. I've been a senior editor for 20 years. I've got an eye for this."

In the media seats, English reporters were feeling triumphant. They had correctly predicted the game's outcome and were ready to publish their reports first. German journalists nearby looked on, unable to refute them. Manchester City's performance had been outstanding, while Union Berlin was struggling. The home fans' singing was subdued, overwhelmed by the opponent's dominance. Uncle Hans was anxious.

"Come on! The game isn't over yet! Cheer up!"

But he knew that no matter how loud the fans were, the team had to lift their own spirits. Just one goal could change everything. And who else but Su Luo could make it happen?

"Su, it's all up to you!"

The last 25 minutes felt like a blur to the Union Berlin players. Manchester City didn't control possession or attack aggressively; their defensive counterattack strategy was working perfectly. Union Berlin, on the other hand, struggled with ball control and made frequent errors in their frontcourt play. The more critical the situation, the calmer Su Luo forced himself to be.

Taking advantage of a Manchester City throw-in, Su Luo concentrated, analyzing the field. Otamendi and Kompany took turns marking him, their hands constantly grabbing his jersey. If he moved out of the penalty area, Yaya Toure and Fernandinho would take turns marking him, with Silva and Grealish also joining in. But he couldn't retreat further; it would leave the frontcourt without a focal point. Even if Forsberg dropped back, Ake wouldn't dare to advance. Manchester City's defensive formation seemed impenetrable.

Su Luo calculated his current abilities. He hadn't yet accumulated enough of the causality buff—there were still two or three shots left. He thought of Haaland, Ronaldo, De Bruyne, Giroud, and the skills of Inzaghi and Modric. An idea began to form.

"Manchester City's defense isn't unbreakable!" he thought. "As long as I can mobilize my teammates, there is hope!"

With top-tier passing and movement, Su Luo could direct every attack like a conductor. This was theoretical; whether his teammates could execute it remained to be seen.

Ake was ready to throw the ball in from the sideline. Su Luo quickly moved to receive it. Seeing an additional target, Ake threw the ball to Su Luo. Instead of holding onto it, Su Luo passed to Kimmich and then sprinted to the right. He noticed a gap where Keita was, knowing Kimmich would likely pass it there.

Su Luo suddenly activated his explosive speed, leaving Yaya Toure behind. As predicted, Kimmich passed to Keita under pressure from Silva, with Grealish blocking the wing pass lane and Aguero lurking nearby. Keita saw Su Luo accelerating into an open space and passed the ball through.

Su Luo's sudden movement forced Manchester City's defense to react. Grealish, Silva, Yaya Toure, and Kolarov closed in, forming an encirclement. If Su Luo stopped the ball, he'd be surrounded. Instead, he passed to Maher Reiss and continued his run to the right rib.

Maher Reiss, facing Kolarov's pressure, quickly passed the ball to Su Luo's running path. Otamendi moved to block Su Luo's inside line, forcing him outward. Unexpectedly, Su Luo used Haaland's ability to resist Yaya Toure's challenge, then switched to Ronaldo's agility, receiving the pass and moving forward. De Bruyne followed.

Manchester City's defensive center was drawn to the right side, leaving Forsberg temporarily unmarked at the front.

Su Luo didn't stop the ball at all; he sent a wide-range kick directly to the left.

"Beautiful! Union Berlin kicks the ball to the front of the penalty area!" the commentator exclaimed.

"Su Luo! A sudden lateral kick!"

Su Luo's continuous plays created a chain reaction, forcing Manchester City's defense to respond passively. One step behind, always one step behind.

Sagna hurriedly chased back and marked Forsberg to prevent him from starting. Kompany also covered the back position, preventing Forsberg from receiving the ball easily. The audience gasped in surprise as Su Luo's pass formed a strange arc in mid-air. Instead of flying straight, it curved back slightly.

"Paredes!!! Unmarked!"

A figure in red dashed into the gap on the left wing, receiving the ball right in front of the penalty area. Argentine Paredes, just in time!

Pellegrini, who had been sitting confidently, jumped up from his chair. Fortunately, Kompany had not moved too far. He quickly rushed toward Paredes, blocking all his shooting angles.

"Don't even think about it!" Kompany shouted.

Paredes stopped the ball in the penalty area, preparing to shoot. Just as his shot was about to be blocked, he flicked his ankle and passed the ball!

In the middle, another flash of red appeared.

"Su Luo—" the commentators shouted in unison.

Otamendi was in despair. "Damn it, when?"

Su Luo, who had been behind him, had suddenly rushed forward, unnoticed. With less than 0.5 seconds to react, Su Luo faced Joe Hart's goal with extreme calmness. He swung his leg to shoot. Joe Hart dove, regretting it halfway. Su Luo used a tricky footwork often seen in penalty kicks, flicking his ankle to push the ball in the opposite direction.

"Is he a devil?" Joe Hart thought. Most strikers would panic and shoot instinctively under such pressure, but Su Luo remained ice-cold. The ball hit the inside of the post and bounced into the net!

The world seemed to pause for a moment. Then the stadium erupted.

"There's the equalizer!!!"

"Toooor!"

"He scores, he scores, he scores!"

He Wei slapped his hand on the table, ignoring the pain as he excitedly narrated, "Su Luo scores twice! Pulling one back for Union Berlin!"

"Starting from the left sideline kick, Manchester City's defense was completely torn apart by Su Luo's continuous plays!" He Wei continued. "He connected all his teammates in the midfield, one after another!"

"Seamless coordination!"

"Su Luo became the chess master! Everyone, including himself, was a piece in his game!"

"Strategizing and breaking the enemy's formation!"

"It's hard to believe this player is only 18 years old!"

"Union Berlin 2:3, only one goal behind!"

Amid the celebration of the red sea of fans, Su Luo didn't stop. He quickly retrieved the football from the net. This was his habit—when behind, seize every second to restart. Take advantage of the momentum!

While carrying the ball back to the center line, Su Luo had a sudden idea. He remembered last season at Allianz Arena when Union Berlin, trailing 3-4 against Bayern, executed a surprise attack and scored twice in a minute to equalize. Manchester City would never expect such a routine!

"Hey! Emil, shall we try it?" Su Luo asked with a sly grin.

"Eh?" Forsberg's heart tightened at Su Luo's murderous smile. He also remembered that previous game.

"Repeat the old trick? Su Luo, you're really daring!" But with the captain leading, what was there to fear?

"Okay! Let's do it!"

Taking advantage of this time, Su Luo hurriedly called his teammates over and quickly explained the plan. The Union Berlin players nodded and quickly dispersed.

As City prepared to kick off again, Aguero passed the ball to De Bruyne as usual. At the same time, all the Union Berlin players surged forward into Manchester City's half, pressing hard.

Su Luo led the charge straight at David Silva. Paredes, Forsberg, Maher Reiss, Kimmich, Keita, and others launched a suicide attack, rushing forward with him.

"Wait! Union Berlin has... 8 players standing on the halfway line at the same time! What are they planning?" the commentator Saul was stunned. This scene seemed vaguely familiar.

The Manchester City players were confused, except for Grealish, who instantly changed his expression. He recognized this tactic. Facing the charge of so many players, De Bruyne quickly passed back to Silva—only to find Silva's position blocked by Su Luo. Silva adjusted and passed to Fernandinho, who was immediately pressured by Paredes, Forsberg, and Kimmich. Panicking, Fernandinho passed back to Otamendi, who was intercepted by Kimmich.

Otamendi, unable to pass back to the goalkeeper, aimed to clear it with a big kick. But just as he kicked, a figure blocked the ball.

"Su Luo!!!"

At that moment, Su Luo in mid-air looked like a red-eyed demon, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression. Otamendi's mind went blank as he watched Su Luo intercept the ball. Without hesitation, before Kompany could block, Su Luo fired!

Boom!

Joe Hart was completely unresponsive. He even wondered if he was dreaming.

"What_the_f**k?"

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