Chapter 145 Three Steps to Heaven

As Zhou Yi leaned his body to one side, his left foot suddenly flicked the rolling soccer ball behind him!

The soccer ball flew past Javi Martínez's left shoulder!

At the same time, Zhou Yi quickly turned around and brushed past Javi Martínez's right side.

Javi Martínez really didn't expect Zhou Yi to use such a method to complete his turn. At first, when he realized that Zhou Yi was turning past him, he wanted to turn around and chase, but then he suddenly realized that the soccer ball was flying past his other side. So he changed his mind and planned to tilt his head and head the soccer ball away.

But inertia made it difficult for him to quickly change his center of gravity. His body stiffened in place, powerless against the flying soccer ball and Zhou Yi who brushed past.

He was as if Zhou Yi had cast a petrifying spell on him.

"Oh—Zhou Yi!"

The commentators and fans in the stands reached a climax.

The scene of Zhou Yi lightly using his ankle movement to flick the soccer ball past Javi Martínez looked like a work of art, intoxicating to watch.

But what excited them was what this turn meant.

It meant that Zhou Yi could face Bayern Munich's goal head-on!

Zhou Yi deftly went around behind Javi Martínez, preparing to receive the ball.

But at the same time, Boateng also rushed over, blocking Zhou Yi's path, becoming a wall, but he didn't easily extend his foot. Because it was now in the penalty area, which was very sensitive. If he accidentally touched Zhou Yi, and Zhou Yi fell to the ground, wouldn't that give the opponent a penalty kick?

So now in the penalty area, they had to be very careful and cautious, and absolutely could not be reckless.

As long as he held his position, he believed that Zhou Yi would be helpless.

Zhou Yi rushed over, and Boateng had also arrived at his defensive position. The two were about to meet… If they didn't brake, they would collide.

Boateng raised his hands, signaling in advance that he had no hand movements, preparing for any possible disputes later.

Next, it could be foreseen that the two would definitely collide, because the distance was too close, and it wouldn't be easy to brake suddenly…

Just as Zhou Yi was about to collide with Boateng, he twisted his waist, turned sideways, and then stretched out his left foot to reach for the ball that he had flicked over Javi Martínez. At this time, he was almost facing away from the direction of the attack again, and he was planning to use his body to block Boateng and protect the ball with his body.

In the eyes of many people, it would be good enough for Zhou Yi to regain control of the ball. As for turning his back to the direction of the attack again… that wasn't so important. As long as he could control the soccer ball, there would still be a chance.

But what everyone, including Boateng, didn't expect was that Zhou Yi didn't want to regain control of the ball. In an almost back-to-back position with Boateng, he hooked with his left foot and actually flicked the soccer ball up again!

The flicked-up soccer ball soared over Boateng's head.

Boateng never expected that Zhou Yi would directly flick the soccer ball over his head. At his height of one meter ninety-two, very few people would think of targeting his head. Instead, most would go for the lower route, because with a high height and a high center of gravity, his feet would naturally not be as flexible.

So he often paid more attention to defending the ball at his feet, but who would have thought that Zhou Yi would do the opposite and catch Boateng off guard!

After flicking the soccer ball over Boateng, Zhou Yi turned around and brushed past Boateng.

"Another flick-over!" Many people in the commentary box raised their butts from their seats and roared in disbelief.

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In a flash, Zhou Yi completed his turn and raised his foot again behind Boateng.

This time, goalkeeper Neuer abandoned his goal and rushed forward.

He leaped high, raising his arms, obviously wary of Zhou Yi's third flick.

Zhou Yi raised his foot, and it was indeed a movement to continue flicking the ball—if he flicked smoothly, continuing to flick the ball would be like inertia, difficult to brake suddenly.

But Zhou Yi managed to brake.

This time he switched to his right foot. When his right foot was raised to kick the soccer ball, he didn't exert any force. Instead, when it came into contact with the soccer ball, it sank down along the soccer ball's downward momentum!

And the soccer ball seemed to be glued to the surface of his shoe, obediently following it down, without any intention of bouncing away!

Zhou Yi wasn't flicking the soccer ball, but stopping it!

The soccer ball didn't go up, but fell down instead.

No matter how high Neuer jumped, it was useless. Instead, it made it easier for Zhou Yi!

It was a pity that he was now jumping in the air and couldn't do anything. He could only watch in horror and despair as Zhou Yi stopped the soccer ball.

After landing, the soccer ball didn't escape Zhou Yi's control, and it still obediently stuck to Zhou Yi's foot.

Looking down at the soccer ball, Zhou Yi, just after the soccer ball landed, immediately used his right foot to hook the soccer ball to the left.

Just as he flicked the soccer ball away, Lahm slid over!

Not being able to tackle the ball surprised Lahm—he had been watching Zhou Yi after he stopped the ball, and he had always been looking down, never looking up to observe him. How could he have known that he was sneaking up on him?

Could it be that he had eyes on the back of his head?

The surprised Lahm watched Zhou Yi leave him, powerless.

He was the last line of defense in front of Bayern Munich's goal. If even he couldn't stop Zhou Yi, the situation would be terrible!

The only thing he could hope for was that Zhou Yi's flick was too powerful, flicking the soccer ball too far and losing the angle to shoot…

He looked back and it seemed like this was really possible!

The soccer ball was in front of Zhou Yi, and Zhou Yi was trying his best to catch up with the soccer ball, with his physical strength…

A glimmer of hope rose in Lahm's heart—it wasn't the end of the road yet!

He watched Zhou Yi stride towards the soccer ball, praying in his heart that he wouldn't be able to catch up with the soccer ball, or that the reluctant shot after catching up with the soccer ball would either be too high or too wide, in any case, it couldn't go in!

Zhou Yi did look very strenuous, but this step he took was very powerful and solid.

He hadn't run much before, and all the physical strength he had gained from resting was used in this step!

Just like when he was in the reality show youth team, facing Barcelona's last-minute goal, why did he stand there and use his mouth to direct his teammates to pass the ball for so long? Wasn't the physical strength he had accumulated for that final sprint?

It was like a marathon. He was already exhausted and might collapse at any time, but the finish line was right in front of him, within reach. Would he run or not?

He would definitely grit his teeth and run!

Giving up at this time was simply stupid!

Zhou Yi was the same at this time. Even if the air he was breathing in made his lungs feel like they were burning like crazy, he didn't think about anything at this moment, and only had the soccer ball in his eyes.

After taking that step, he used all the strength in his body to swing his left leg out, towards the soccer ball!

And his body was also swayed to the left.

But doing so would eventually pay off. The instep of his left foot solidly hit the soccer ball!

With a bang, the soccer ball, which was originally heading for the corner flag, changed direction midway, jumped up, and flew towards the goal.

Then, without any suspense, it also flew into the goal…

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When the soccer ball flew upwards into the goal and then stopped after hitting the net above the goal, a huge cheer erupted throughout Wembley Stadium.

This cheer, of course, came from the Dortmund fans, who made up half of the crowd.

They became the protagonists of the stadium. As for the Bayern Munich fans, who also made up half of the crowd… At this moment, not many people cared about them anymore.

Dortmund fans were cheering, jumping, and roaring in every way they could think of… They vented all the emotions that had been pent up in their hearts.

The half of the stadium where Dortmund fans gathered was like flowing water, constantly rising and falling, with arms waving and heads jostling.

That movement really suppressed all other sounds now.

The commentators in the commentary box pressed the microphones on their headsets hard against their mouths and roared as loudly as they could, but even they didn't know if their voices would be clearly transmitted to the rear.

"Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi—!!!" He Ping frantically and continuously screamed Zhou Yi's name, saying nothing else, just repeating it constantly. It wasn't until his throat really couldn't hold on any longer, using hoarseness to warn his brain, that He Ping stopped coughing. And when he coughed, he didn't turn off the microphone, so all his reactions were clearly transmitted back to the rear studio via satellite signal, and also to the ears of countless Chinese fans in front of the TV waiting for the last moment.

And those Chinese fans… were even more crazy than this "poet commentator."

Some knelt in front of the TV, some smashed their wine glasses, some ran wildly in the living room and bumped their heads, some…

At this moment, they were all drunk.