Chapter 70 Tintin Possession! The Divine Grade Pass Stunned The Audience!

"Jack, do you want to play?"

"Huh? How do I play?"

Grealish was still a bit dazed, but he couldn't stop trembling with excitement.

In this game against Bayern, Grealish had been watching from the bench, feeling the immense pressure Bayern Munich exerted. Although Schalke 04 is strong, they don't compare to Bayern.

At 1:3, Grealish was starting to lose hope. Then the coach called him to play.

Grealish could only try to run more and maybe help the team equalize. Unexpectedly, just 2 minutes into the game, he and Su Luo cooperated continuously, and Grealish assisted Su to score a goal!

Was it really that easy to break through Bayern's defense?

Grealish wanted to celebrate with Su Luo, but saw Su Luo holding the ball and running towards the middle circle. He wants to win! He wants to beat Bayern!

Su Luo's fighting spirit infected Grealish! Before Bayern kicked off again, they whispered.

"Once we get the ball, run like crazy. I'll get it to you!"

"Um... Su, what if I pass it to you? Your success rate is higher."

Su Luo's individual combat ability in his possessed state is indeed unique. Grealish estimated that Su Luo might soon catch up with the peerless twins. Grealish trusted Su Luo more than himself.

Right winger Quining joined the conversation.

"Yeah, Su, you're more reliable."

"What? I'm unreliable?"

Theoretically, even if the ball is successfully intercepted, it's difficult to score directly behind the opponent. Dante, Boateng, and Badstuber are all good at defending high balls. Su Luo might have a chance in the front, but if he rushes in, it's over. But Grealish was still unconvinced by his teammates' teasing.

"Let's try it! I'm close to you!"

Seeing the aggressive method work, Su Luo turned to Quining.

"Christopher, you rush forward to help."

Quining, the hard-working engineer, nodded obediently.

"Okay, I'll cover you!"

In the TV broadcast, the three players could be seen covering their mouths, communicating, but their words were inaudible.

After the re-kick-off, Quining and Grealish charged forward frantically. Quining forced Ribery out of play. Muller hesitated to pass, and Su Luo intercepted the ball.

From a high-altitude perspective, Bayern's players in white jerseys surrounded Su Luo in his red jersey like zombies. Just before losing the ball, Su Luo's passive ability kicked in.

Inzaghi's talent allowed him to quickly judge the players' positions in just a few seconds. Grealish's running route was clear. Su Luo switched to De Bruyne's peak possession. This wasn't the sleepwalking De Bruyne of the 2022 World Cup, but the Premier League assists king of the 2019-2020 season. His overview, offensive organization, and rhythm control were at the Great Sage level.

At that time, De Bruyne was the "World No. 1 Midfielder" recognized by fans. A pass of 40 meters was accurate to the millimeter. Even De Bruyne himself might not pass such a flawless ball.

Under the world's dumbfounded witness, Su Luo turned the ball into a cruise missile, accurately finding Grealish. Jack Grealish didn't even need to adjust his pace. All he had to do was stretch his foot gently. Neuer didn't have time to react. The football went straight into the top corner of the net.

The last goal Su Luo scored was just a minute ago. Celebrating took 15 seconds, and Bayern's adjustment took 30 seconds. Only 5 seconds after Bayern kicked off, Su Luo stole the ball and sent a deadly pass. Grealish scored!

There were only 53 seconds between the two goals. Even Grealish couldn't believe it.

"Did that just happen?"

Fans, commentators, and TV audiences were stunned for two seconds. Then the stadium erupted in a noise that shook the sky!

"Tooooor!!"

"Yesss! Amazing!"

The Iron Alliance was almost insane. Hans, Bud, and Hogan were shoulder-to-shoulder, shouting hoarsely. Josephine hugged little Anya and screamed.

"Ahhh! Did Su assist?"

"Brilliant! We equalized!"

Little Anya didn't care about her stuffy chest, she just wanted to celebrate fully.

"Oh my God!"

Taylor Swift, in the VIP stands, covered her mouth in surprise and stomped her feet in celebration like a little girl. Su Luo's pass was picturesque! She had always loved the NBA, but seeing Su Luo's performance today, she finally appreciated the charm of football. Su Luo on the field made her heart race.

"Wow..."

Taylor couldn't help covering her heart. Meanwhile, Bundesliga broadcast footage swept across the VIP seats, and sharp-eyed fans recognized her.

"What? Is that Taylor?"

The director didn't expect Taylor, so the screen only stayed for a second.

"The goal is scored!! Grealish!"

"This goal came from a wonderful assist by Su Luo!"

"He sent a precise long pass from the middle circle!"

"The ball was so perfect, it was almost placed at Grealish's feet!"

Duan Xuan was ecstatic. Technically, Su Luo's ball was even more impressive than the previous ones.

"Pirlo, Beckham, and Alonso are all channeled at this moment!"

Duan Xuan almost forgot that Xabi Alonso was right next to Su Luo. As the former midfield commander of Real Madrid and a master of long passes, Xabi Alonso looked at Su Luo in disbelief.

The more you know about passing, the more you understand its difficulty. Xabi Alonso was secretly amazed. This kid has such a level at a young age; what kind of monster will he become?

Union Berlin players huddled together to celebrate, while Bayern players were still in shock. Defender Boateng kept raising his hand, signaling offside. The referee communicated with the linesman and pointed to the middle circle. The goal was valid!

In slow-motion replay, Grealish had already started accelerating. When Su Luo passed, Grealish was in line with the defensive player. Even a centimeter more, and there might have been offside suspicion.

Grealish ran head down, proving Su Luo's terrifying timing of passing the ball.

Many people missed this point because the home team scored twice in one minute.

"The goal is not offside! Su Luo contributed again to help the team equalize the score! It's 3 to 3!"

Duan Xuan was still roaring. Xu Yang, next to him, noticed something wrong but didn't say anything.

"I guess it's just luck. Su Luo is good at scoring goals, not passing, right?"

Neuhaus on the sidelines felt something was off after celebrating.

"Ander, has Su practiced passing recently?"

"I haven't seen him practice more, he basically goes to disco after training."

Hofstadter wondered.

"That's strange. Is it really a talent?"

"What's wrong, Uwe?"

"It's nothing, we'll investigate later. Tell the boys to stay steady and keep Bayern back."

Guardiola scratched his bald head, gritted his teeth, and used up the substitutions. Robben on the right was excellent in offense but vulnerable in defense, especially with an ankle injury. He was replaced by the younger Bellarabi. Alaba played on the right, Bellarabi on the left, stabilizing the sides. Then he replaced Lewandowski, who performed poorly, with veteran Pizarro.

Lewandowski had many shooting opportunities but failed to capitalize. His only goal this season came from a penalty. Last season's Bundesliga Golden Boot now had just one goal. On the other hand, Su Luo scored 8 goals in 3 rounds, maybe more since this game wasn't over.

In fact, Lewandowski supported the offense well but looked inferior compared to Su Luo. Guardiola vented his anger on Lewandowski.

After the substitutions, the game continued. Bayern quickly recovered from the consecutive goals. They are the kings of the Bundesliga, experienced in handling big storms. The countless victories before gave the players full confidence. They adjusted their mentality quickly in any dilemma. In this regard, Bayern did really well.

The midfielder continued to organize the offense methodically, putting consistent pressure on Union Berlin's backline.

As time ticked into the final stages, both sides knew that a single goal could decide the match.

Up until the 85th minute, both teams maintained their composure. But then Bayern's attacks became increasingly aggressive.

"Bayern attack from the left! Bell Nat crosses into the penalty area!"

"Ribery—"

"Beautiful! Richards successfully intercepts!"

"Since coming off the bench, Richards has gradually found his rhythm. He's managed to restrict Ribery's breakthroughs several times!"

Richards panted heavily, hands on his knees.

Today was undoubtedly the most stressful and exhausting match he'd played in a long time. The Schalke players he'd defended against before were nothing compared to Ribery! Defending the 31-year-old "old man" had him on edge the entire time. Thankfully, he hadn't posed any significant threat.

"The team worked hard to equalize the score; I can't afford to drop the ball now," he thought to himself.

In the confrontations with Ribery, Richards felt he'd regained the form he had when defending against superstars like Rooney, Ronaldo, Drogba, and Van Persie. Back then, he was the youngest captain in Manchester City's history. Having endured hardships and emerged from hell, he felt ready to rise again.

Guardiola had originally thought Richards was a weak link and planned to exploit him. To his surprise, Richards only grew more confident as the match progressed, stalling Bayern's offensive efforts on his side.

Neuhaus was overjoyed. The player he had hastily put in had truly regained his form, which was excellent news for Union Berlin. Drawing against Bayern at home would already be a victory for Union Berlin.

Bayern Munich's offense stalled for a while, but Union Berlin's players were too exhausted to mount a counterattack. As the game seemed destined to end in a 3-3 draw, something unexpected happened.

In the 88th minute, Ribery's shot was blocked by Richards, resulting in a corner kick for Bayern. Franck Ribery took the corner on the left, and Alex aimed to clear it with a header. However, Pizarro covertly interfered with Alex, causing his clearance to fall short and land at Alaba's feet.

Unmarked on the right edge of the penalty area, Alaba bent his bow and shot a stunning world-class goal!

"Ohhhhh!! Unbelievable!"

"God bless Bayern! This game isn't lost yet!" The Munich TV commentator screamed.

The Bayern fans in the stadium went wild. They hadn't expected the game to be turned around at the last moment. Bayern had managed to clinch a victory!

"My God! Bayern wins it! Alaba's world-class strike from outside the penalty area!"

"There's nothing Fabianski could do!"

"Left back Laxalt missed his mark, never expecting the ball to land at Alaba's feet!"

Bayern Munich celebrated as if they had won the championship. Everyone, including the substitutes, rushed onto the field in ecstasy, surrounding Alaba, who was flushed with excitement.

"It's over, it's over!"

"Jiji, Bayern is very lucky, right?"

"Honestly, it's an honor for Union Berlin to lose this way."

"Su Luo played incredibly well, with two goals and an assist."

Chinese fans felt sorry for Su Luo, who had been beaten by Bayern's sheer luck despite playing a fantastic game. Even the Union Berlin players felt a sense of despair.

"Are we really unable to beat this Bayern team?"

After Bayern celebrated for two minutes, the referee resumed play. The game clock had hit 90 minutes, with 4 minutes of added injury time.

Everything seemed irreversible.

Duan Xuan couldn't help but voice his concern, "Time is running out for Union Berlin!"

Home fans sang their team song in unison, hoping to encourage their players.

"In any case, you are our pride!"

"Eisern_Union!"

In the intense atmosphere, Su Luo clenched his fists and stared at Neuer's goal with determination.

He wasn't willing to give up! Even with the odds against him, he believed there was still a chance to change the outcome. Just one more opportunity!

He didn't want to let down the fans who believed in him.

If Bayern had won through sheer skill, Su Luo might have accepted it. But knowing they had fought hard and found Bayern to be vulnerable, he couldn't accept defeat.

As Bayern re-kicked, confident of their win, their offense became sloppy. Bellnat's cross was cleared by Alex, and under pressure from Muller, Naby Keita blindly flicked the ball back. The ball flew to the middle circle where Lahm prepared to catch it and pass back to waste time.

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis loomed. Su Luo, who had been a few meters away, turned into an afterimage and flashed beside Lahm!

"Damn it, when did he get here?" Lahm thought, staring in shock.

Su Luo kicked the ball mid-air, resembling a descending demon god!

Boom!

The ball turned into a meteor, enveloped in a seemingly real flame, and flew over Neuer's head, landing in the net!

???

"Such an unreasonable goal can be scored?" Lahm, with nearly 20 years of career experience, had never doubted reality so much!

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