"The ball has entered!... In! In! In!"

Various languages ​​spread throughout the world through the microphone, and the whole world was shocked... Yes, the ball was so exciting. Tang Jue was like a dragon, stirring up the storm in Juventus' penalty area. Under the siege of five opponents, he found a fleeting opportunity to shoot, and shot with one shot, breaking the goal guarded by Buffon.

You should know that Buffon made several beautiful saves several times in a row, saving Kaka's header and Tang Jue's free kick respectively. At that time, a commentator said that he was a god in Juventus' goal. This time he still reacted quickly, but unfortunately, Tang Jue's shooting speed was too fast and his power was too great. Even if he was a god, he could do nothing.

God also has times of helplessness!

The Bernabeu is crazy. Tang Jue's goal is too exciting. In addition, after he scored this goal, he was only one goal away from a hundred goals. Countless heart-wrenching and hysterical roars sounded...

The Bernabeu turned into a silver-white giant beast, surging wildly, as if to devour everything!

After Tang Jue scored, he raised his head and let out a long roar...

The Real Madrid players on the field were crazy. They ran towards Tang Jue, wanting to share joy and pride with him...

Ribery jumped on Tang Jue and shouted at him, "Ninety-nine! Ninety-nine! There is still one shortage! You will definitely do it!"

In the VIP seat, Platini stood up and applauded, and he wanted to pay tribute to this wonderful goal; Blatt stood up and applaud, and Tang Jue is now the number one person in the world today and the business card of football; Florentino cheered regardless of his image, and he was completely immersed in this wonderful goal...

The second floor VIP box. The owners of the three major gambling companies were very happy to smile, and colorful banknotes flashed in their eyes. Tang Jue's goal will inevitably attract more bets. As long as Paulson kicked his leg off in the second half, the gambling funds would belong to them.

Everything is going according to the plan!

Maradona stood up and danced with her bloated figure, with a proud smile on her face; Zidane stood up, nodded and applauded; Cantona stood up, waving her fists excitedly...

To the west of the stadium, Nobuko waved her small fists, like a charger, shouting; behind the Real Madrid bench, Alice and Fu Yajun hugged each other...

To the north of the stadium, Ultrassur leader Diani's eyes were red and he shouted loudly: "King of the Bernabeu!"

Then a huge roar sounded from the entire court:

"King of Bernabeu!"

"King of Bernabeu!"

"King of Bernabeu!"

In the command area, An Shuai nodded and clapped. Ranieri, who was not far away, shook his head and began to clappe. The bench behind An Shuai was already crazy. They yelled, waving the leg guards in their hands and jerseys...

At this moment, the entire Madrid city has become a sea of ​​joy...

Paris, thousands of miles away, was also full of joy. Wenting watched TV quietly without making any celebratory moves, but a smile appeared on her face...

Madrid TV said loudly: "God, the whole world changed color from the moment Don got the ball and broke through. Five Juventus players could not stop him. In such a small space, he used the speed change and direction to get rid of three of the players and find a fleeting opportunity. He shot and broke through the goal guarded by Buffon."

"At the moment the football flew across the goal line, the entire Bernabeu burst into earth-shaking cheers and screams. At this moment, the whole world belongs to Tang and Real Madrid's number one star!"

"Everyone has a heroic dream in his heart. Tang is the real version of the stadium hero. He has realized his heroic dream in his heart instead of fans. Rather than saying that fans are cheering for Tang, it is better to say that they are cheering for their heroic dreams!"

Espn said affectionately: "If there are heroes in today's football world, then this hero is Tang. It is the youngest world footballer in history, the young man who created countless miracles, the Frenchman with unstoppable talents and stunning black eyes and yellow skin."

"Winning the Champions League for three consecutive years is not the end, and the unprecedented six-champion is not the end. He wants to achieve a feat, a feat that no one has ever done - scoring 100 goals in all official matches within a year!"

"This is his 99th goal this year, just one goal away from the 100-goal feat. In this case, who else can stop him? No one!"

"The world's No. 1 goalkeeper Buffon's previous performance was perfect, making many wonderful and great saves, but he was unable to fulfill his pre-match promise - not letting Don score a goal."

"Tang once said that he is the greatest star in the world football world today. Many people sneered at it and thought he was too arrogant. Tang was indeed arrogant and stepped on one record after another. He once said a sentence - history is unreliable, and records are used to break it!"

"He has been following this sentence!"

Milan TV said: "There is a kind of person in this world who is full of ambitions and domineering, who thinks about things that people dare not think about, and is what people cannot do. Tang is such a person. He does not hide his ambitions and wants to take all the champions in his arms."

"In the past year, he won the championships in various events he participated in. Seven golden trophys have made countless players envious. Now he is heading towards another unattainable height - a hundred-goal feat!"

"He wants to score 100 goals in all official games this year. Now he has scored 99 goals, and he is only one last step away from this height that no one can reach!"

There are many reporters on the sidelines, from all over the world, and tonight they are going to witness the birth of a myth at the Bernabeu. Many of them are not very optimistic about Tang Jue before the game begins, because he must score three goals in this game to complete the feat.

But Tang Jue spoke with facts and scored twice at the end of the first half, only one goal away from the birth of the myth.

These journalists from all over the world had no intention to express their expressions except shock. There was a group of special people in the reporters. They had a common goal - to criticize Tang Jue.

They walked together and formed an alliance - the Anti-Tang Alliance. This alliance had only one purpose, which was to seize every opportunity to criticize Tang Jue.

At this moment, the anti-Tang alliances looked pale and trembled all over. Johnson really felt that the weather was too cold, so cold that his feet lost consciousness and his hands trembled slightly. Tang Jue's success was their failure. When they saw their fate of failure, they thought about what they said before the game, and they felt that the weather was even colder and couldn't help but tighten their collars.

...

One minute later, the game started again. Real Madrid players retreated to their half because the first half was about to end. Two minutes later, with the referee's whistle, the first half ended.

Players from both sides walked towards the locker room. When Tang Jue walked towards the player's passage, the fans on the passage shouted at him:

"Dang! You will definitely finish it!"

"Don! I love you!"

"Dang! No one can stop you!"

Tang Jue smiled and waved to them. Juventus's back midfielder Paulson glanced at the black hair in front of him. He was in a complicated mood and couldn't help looking up at the second floor VIP box. One of them made a neck wiping. Paulson blindfolded his eyes in pain. It seemed that Tang was lying because the owner of the gambling company gave an order to kick his leg.

What should I do? Didn’t Tang say he had a recording in his hands? What if he executed the order of the owner of the gambling company and he would publish the recording to the public?

"Did they give you instructions?" An unfamiliar voice rang in his ears.

Paulson raised his head in shock and nodded.

Tang Jue patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be busy making decisions. You will know the result after the second half begins. They will never give you any instructions in the second half."

Paulson didn't say anything, his head was already big, and he didn't know who to listen to.

...

In a private room in a hotel in Madrid, Lopez looked at his friends excitedly and said loudly: "Brothers, bet quickly and take out all his pocket money. We will make a small profit tonight!"

The young man wearing a blue down jacket bit his teeth, opened his phone, and invested another five million. He said pitifully to Lopez: "Lopez, I have invested all the money. If I lose, I will not have a pocket money this year. All the expenses in the future will be counted on you."

Lopez said generously: "No problem! I will bear all the consequences!"

Then he picked up his cell phone and sent out the message he had already written.

...

The owners of the three major gambling companies are really happy. The bets are rising rapidly, and now they have reached as much as 2.2 billion. Seventy percent of them are betting on Tang Jue. In other words, they can win nearly 1.5 billion this time. How are they unhappy? You should know that in the year without the competition, they also make a profit of about one billion a year.

In this game, they can make a fortune.

At this moment, the three of them rang out at the same time, which was the sound of information. The three of them picked up their phones, opened the message, and slowly the sound appeared in their phones. They put their ears on their phones and wanted to hear the recordings on their phones clearly. Their faces began to change and became increasingly ugly.

One of them reacted quickly, and he shouted loudly at Almiron: "Hurry! Hurry! Close the plate! Close the plate!"

Almiron asked in shock: "Boss, what happened? What disk is blocked? Why did you block it?"

Another boss kicked him over, picked up his phone and dialed a number and shouted loudly: "Closed the disk! Closed the disk! Closed the disk immediately!"

Then the other two bosses also called and ordered the closure of the market. Almiron fell to the ground. He looked at the three bosses who had lost their composure and was at a loss. He didn't know what was going on, why did he block the market? Isn't everything planned? Did something happen?

The boss who first reacted, who shouted to close the plate, called another phone number: "Check a phone number immediately, tell me immediately after searching it, and find out his information for me, hurry up! Let me see who is destroying our good things!"

Before receiving the message, the private room was happy and festive. After receiving the message, it became chaotic and then filled with a scent of solemnity. The three bosses were indeed furious, and someone was trying to destroy their good things.

At this time, the phone of one of the bosses rang. He looked at the unfamiliar phone number, frowned and pressed the answer button.

"I know you are checking my phone number now and checking my information." A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Who are you? Why do you want to destroy our good things? Don't you know our anger?" The boss said lightly to the phone. At this time, he had regained his calmness. Since the other party dared to do this, there must be a basis for it. He really couldn't figure out how the other party stole the recording of the phone between them and Paulson.

Could it be the police?

That's not right. If it were a policeman, there was no need to record the phone and send it to us.
Chapter completed!