Murano placed the ball down, ignoring the usual routine of stepping back to measure a normal run-up.
He whispered in the ears of Reo and Agi who stood next to him, signaling his intent.
He was going for a rabona kick.
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*Rabona free kick is a stunning soccer technique where a player kicks the ball by wrapping their dominant leg behind their standing leg, creating an element of surprise and difficulty for goalkeepers.
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Bastard München's wall assembled quickly with four players.
Gagamaru set himself on his line, locked in.
Murano approached the ball at an angle instead of straight on.
His standing leg beside it, and his kicking leg crossing behind it to shoot the ball.
The wall readied.
The rabona connected as the ball curled away in a shape that made no visual sense given the angle his legs had just occupied. It bent around the edge of the wall, aiming for the far top corner.
Gagamaru tried to read the angle but failed.
He got a hand up anyway but his fingertips brushed past nothing as the ball sailed just beyond his reach and dropping into the net.
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GOAL.
Germany 2 — 2 England.
For a second, the audience of Blue Lock TV was stunned...
"A RABONA TO LEVEL THE MATCH! England have just made a comeback. THEY'VE ACTUALLY DONE IT!"
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Bastard München Bench
The mood there had gone past frustration into something closer to disbelief.
Kunigami sighed.
Kaiser stood near the edge of his own box, roaring in frustration.
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Manshine Side
They were in full jubilation.
And in the middle of it, Chris Prince rose from the bench like he'd been waiting for exactly this cue, already unzipping his jacket.
"Laaaadies and gentlemen!" His voice carried over the noise. "The score is leveled! I'm sure everyone can already see the climax coming!"
"Because right now, this era's superstar, Chris Prince is coming in!" He threw the jacket off.
Hiiragi jumped excitedly, "You're going to help the team at the final moment!? You are gonna mentor them from the pitch!?"
"'Help'? 'Mentor'?" Prince laughed loudly. "Don't be silly."
"...Huh?"
"The Game's tied 2-2. The player who scores next will become the hero. I'm going to score and show off!" He grinned, taking off his jersey.
"...What an egoist," someone muttered.
"He's not even pretending to care about the team," someone else whispered.
"Pipii! Chris Prince gets a yellow card for undressing on the field!" Announced.
Murano was the first to approach Chris Prince.
"Prince! What's our formation now?" Murano asked.
"We'll go with a hyper offensive system. You and I will play upfront. Agi and Chigiri will play on the wings. Reo slides in as an attacking midfielder." Prince explained.
"Ok!"
"That was a nice goal, Young Murano." Chris Prince smiled.
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Then Noa sighed as well, reaching down to unzip his jacket.
"...I'm going in."
Chris Prince was grinning, watching Noa also stepping onto the pitch.
"My my, if it isn't Mr. World's number one. I haven't forgotten about last year's UEFA's Men's player of the year award." Chris spread his arms. "The votes decided the results... And I ended up right behind you, in second place. If you weren't there, I'd be in first. It was close."
"Hm? 'it was close'? You mean where I got 882 votes to your measly 201?" Noel Noa reminded him.
"Don't point that out!" Prince lashed out.
Noa turned back to his own bench, already done with the conversation. "Listen Bastard Munchen. I'm coming in not as a FW, but as a DMF so that I can shut down this showboating narcissist."
"Hahaha!! I'd like to see you try, Mr. 'Oh so high and mighty' #1"
"Back off, Chris. This isn't your place to shine"
"Noa! That's exactly why I hate you."
"HOLD ON! BOTH MASTER STRIKERS ARE PREPARING TO ENTER THE PITCH! Noel Noa AND Chris Prince, about to go head to head. Get ready, because the Neo Egoist League is about to hit an entirely different level!"
Bastard München's Substitution
Kunigami came off
IN: Noel Noa.
Noa turned his attention across the pitch, eyes settling on Murano.
Manshine City's Substitution
Arthur came off
IN: Chris Prince.
The reaction of comments from Blue Lock TV doubled instantly.