"Manchester United is in danger! Mbappé shoots!!!"
"Wow! Who cleared the ball off the line? It's Luke Shaw!"
Zhan Jun's voice came through, and the Paris Saint-Germain supporters' glasses shattered all over the floor.
Inside Manchester United's goal, Luke Shaw lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
Just as Mbappé snatched the ball from behind Vanderson and dribbled into the penalty area,
Luke Shaw, who was still over 20 meters from the goal, began to sprint, finally making a goal-line save at the last moment.
It must be said that under Erik ten Hag, Luke Shaw has experienced a second spring in his professional career.
"He didn't score? Damn Luke Shaw, why is he suddenly so fast? Did he eat something dirty!"
Mbappé ignored who had possession of the ball, looking at the red figure in the goal with a frustrated expression.
Luke Shaw, who had just been a hero, was pulled up by Nübel. He ran towards the left flank under the admiring gaze of the Manchester United goalkeeper, secretly feeling pleased.
"Who dares to say I'm fat now? I've always said, I'm sturdy!"
The director's camera switched between Mbappé's and Luke Shaw's faces.
Zhan Jun sighed, "It seems human joys and sorrows are not interconnected!"
Keyboard warriors offered their talents one after another.
"You can't experience Luke Shaw's happiness!"
"I'm familiar with Mbappé's eyes; if looks could kill, Shaw would have died ten thousand times."
"Shouldn't it be: 'The desire to kill someone cannot be hidden in one's eyes'?"
"Mr. Lu said it well, 'I only find you people very noisy!'"
Erik ten Hag on the sidelines didn't have so many thoughts at the moment; he was intently staring at Paris Saint-Germain's goal.
"Oh––!"
The Chinese fans in the live stream were still discussing the story of "sorrow and joy" when they heard a huge booing sound in their headphones.
The bewildered audience put down their keyboards and turned their attention back to the scene.
Something big must have happened!
The close-up finally left Luke Shaw's face, revealing Manchester United players gathered in the corner flag area.
Were they celebrating a goal?
"A goal? Manchester United is clearly celebrating, Gao Nuo is surrounded in the middle."
"The director didn't show the live footage, but from the reaction of the audience and players, Manchester United scored!"
"Alright, let's watch the replay to see what exactly happened."
Just a moment ago, in Manchester United's penalty area, Pau Torres, who arrived a little late, received the ball that had been blocked off the line.
He didn't even think, frantically kicking the ball fiercely towards the front of the field.
Kimpembe and Gao Nuo quickly moved towards the landing spot.
Bruno didn't push forward, ready to contest for the second ball.
Neymar and Rashford, meanwhile, began to move forward, waiting for an opportunity.
The near-goal made Paris Saint-Germain a bit anxious. At this moment, instead of retreating, they continued to press forward.
Marquinhos intentionally moved towards Bruno, leaving only Mukiele in Paris Saint-Germain's half.
For Paris Saint-Germain, although Kimpembe wasn't tall, his physical quality was excellent, so they weren't worried that Gao Nuo could directly control the ball.
The second ball was the key to this contest.
The two defensive midfielders plus Marquinhos blocked all of Gao Nuo's passing options.
"Hmph, are you looking down on me that much, thinking one Kimpembe can mark me? Then let me teach you a lesson!"
Gao Nuo hadn't faced such an easy situation in a long time; he was secretly pleased.
Indeed, as his opponents expected, Gao Nuo did not control the ball.
The moment the ball was about to drop, Kimpembe jumped normally to head it.
Gao Nuo, however, raised his arms, tightened his glutes, and channeled the force directly to his lower back, standing on the ground like a statue.
As long as he held off the opponent behind him, the ball would continue forward.
Kimpembe strained to reach his head out, but Gao Nuo beneath him was too firm, and the ball just flew past his eyes.
The plot was unfolding according to Gao Nuo's plan. Without bothering to extend his foot to stop the ball, he let it bounce on the ground and continue flying forward.
"How did this ball get here?"
Mukiele's heart tightened; he had never seen such a magical maneuver.
Looking at the incoming ball and the big yellow figure chasing behind, Mukiele was momentarily flustered, unsure whether to meet the challenge head-on or retreat.
The faster Gao Nuo's speed, the simpler his thoughts became.
Where were his teammates? It didn't matter; as long as he got past the last defender, everything would be over.
Gao Nuo chipped the ball, which was bouncing in the air, forward, increasing his pace even more.
A gust of wind swept past Mukiele; he reached out, but couldn't even grasp the corner of his shirt.
Dribbling and sprinting for 30 meters with his head down, Gao Nuo finally arrived in front of Paris Saint-Germain's goal.
Rashford was on the left, Neymar on the right; Manchester United's goal seemed easy.
Erik ten Hag on the sidelines was extremely tense. Seeing Gao Nuo ignore Rashford's call for the ball, his hanging heart rose even higher.
"Just a third-year rookie, and he chooses to shoot himself in this situation."
Donnarumma lived up to his reputation as a world-class goalkeeper. His timing and distance for coming out were perfect, spreading his body as wide as possible to block.
Unfortunately, he was facing Gao Nuo, who endured the 60 levels of Challenge Road every day, accumulating hundreds of matches of experience.
Even facing Buffon, Gao Nuo wouldn't blink an eye.
He aimed for the bottom right corner of the goal.
He kicked! He shot!
Goal!
He sprinted towards the corner flag!
An impassioned knee slide, leaving two streaks!
Boos rained down from the entire stadium!
The replay ended. No one expected that a momentary oversight by the director would cause all the viewers to miss such a spectacular goal.
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"Gao Nuo's shot was truly full of confidence. With options to pass left or right, he still firmly chose to shoot and scored."
"Hey! That's right, we see Erik ten Hag on the sidelines also letting out a long sigh of relief. Neymar's position just now was average, but Rashford was already facing an open goal. If Gao Nuo hadn't scored that, it would have greatly affected Manchester United's morale."
"Zhang is right, but Gao Nuo's performance was excellent. This 'who else but me' attitude is very good, very strong, and very important!"
"Hahaha, hey, that's right. Football is all about results. Even if it's unreasonable, as long as it's a goal, it's the most correct choice."
The discussion in the live stream became lively again.
"Hahaha, how did Gao Nuo's header look so sneaky!"
"Did you guys count just now? How many seconds did that goal take?"
"At most 10 seconds, Mbappé is probably still in front of Manchester United's goal!"
"Upstairs, don't slander my CEO Mbappé! Paris's defense is really trash!"
"By the way, doesn't Paris watch the Premier League? Why do I feel like Gao Nuo isn't being taken seriously today!"
"Even better, I look forward to Gao Nuo getting his first Champions League hat-trick."
"Gao Nuo is so handsome, I just like men who are fast and hard!"
"I've called the police! Arrest the person upstairs!"
Zidane's face on the sidelines was not looking good; he cursed the back three a million times in his heart.
"Are these three guys crazy? I explicitly told them before the match to focus on marking Gao and locking down the middle. What's in their heads, dog shit?"
Paris Saint-Germain was only down by one goal; the situation wasn't too bad, and there was still a chance to turn it around.
