The Highly Watchable Hanging Hook

This week passed by.

Because Li Mingyu did not score in the last match, although that long pass was very eye-catching, it did not attract much attention.

The Champions League Round of 16 captured everyone's gaze.

In the first leg, Real Madrid, having secured a 0-1 away win, returned to their home turf and cleanly netted three goals, cutting down the visiting Atalanta to smoothly advance to the Champions League quarterfinals.

Porto, Dortmund, Paris Saint-Germain, Liverpool, Manchester City, Real Madrid, Atletico Madrid, and Bayern Munich.

These eight top-tier teams in European leagues were about to engage in fierce combat.

Without the constraints of the Champions League, Barca might become the ultimate beneficiary of the league.

The Champions League had nothing to do with Barca, and the weekend arrived.

Barca sat at home, welcoming the visiting Real Valladolid.

Currently, Real Valladolid was only one step away from the relegation zone.

However, facing a Barca side in high spirits and with the advantage of playing at home, Real Valladolid likely did not expect to secure a victory here.

Holding out for a draw and taking away one point was the greatest wish in the hearts of the Real Valladolid players.

But this wish was declared shattered just ten minutes into the match.

Messi took the ball in the thirty-meter zone, shook off three defensive players, and fired a long-range shot, shattering the dreams of the Real Valladolid men.

Real Valladolid had no other choice; having already conceded, there was no point in continuing to defend.

Barca was far too skilled at playing matches where they scored first.

Luring the snake out of its hole and striking it at its seven-inch mark.

By halftime, the 3-0 scoreline was bloodily displayed on the giant screen.

The entire Camp Nou was plunged into a massive carnival.

Koeman made adjustments at halftime, sending Li Mingyu directly onto the pitch and replacing the out-of-form Dembele.

[Congratulations to the host, check-in at Camp Nou successful, obtained Barca legend Rivaldo's bicycle kick.]

Shooting: 87(92)--89(93).

Li Mingyu's shooting attribute had now reached the threshold of a first-class star.

On the left flank, Li Mingyu was like a small sports car, frequently charging at the Real Valladolid defensive line.

With Griezmann in the middle, Messi on the right, and Li Mingyu on the left, Barca's trident was formed once again, poking holes all over the Real Valladolid defense.

The entire left side had become a stage for Li Mingyu's performance.

Croqueta, Flip Flap, step-overs—the opponent's right-side defense had no idea how many times they had been toyed with by Li Mingyu.

Finally, with a very stylish Flip Flap, Li Mingyu once again bypassed the opposing right-back cleanly and charged straight toward the edge of the penalty area like a cavalry charge.

Griezmann in the middle suddenly stopped his pace, feinted past the center-back marking him, and revealed a massive gap.

Li Mingyu tapped the ball gently toward the center and sprinted rapidly into the penalty area.

Griezmann, struck by a flash of inspiration, did not stop the ball or shoot; instead, meeting the incoming pass, he chipped it over the heads of two defenders.

However, the pass was clearly a bit high and lacked speed; if Li Mingyu were to head it, he would need immense core strength to have a chance at scoring.

Moreover, the opposing defenders and the goalkeeper had already rushed out; if Li Mingyu were to trap the ball, he likely wouldn't have a chance to shoot.

Just as everyone thought this attack would end in vain, Li Mingyu, with his back to the goal, touched the ball lightly with his chest, launched himself into the air, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, unleashed a powerful bicycle kick with his right foot.

The football flew past the goalkeeper's ear like a shell fired from a cannon.

The goalkeeper's dazed eyes, the defenders' shocked gazes, and the football rolling inside the net.

The entire Camp Nou seemed to have been hit with a pause button, falling into dead silence for two seconds.

But when Li Mingyu leaped up and began running to the sidelines to celebrate wildly, the entire Camp Nou exploded.

Too cool.

This goal was simply too cool.

An artistic bicycle kick.

Li Mingyu, celebrating wildly on the sidelines, naturally could not escape the friendly hair-ruffling, back-patting, and butt-kicking from everyone.

Messi was so excited he jumped directly onto Li Mingyu's back to express his thrill.

On the sidelines, Koeman once again released his excitement with a stylish knee-slide.

Sitting in the box, Barca president Laporta also clapped gently, expressing his apologies to the Real Valladolid president beside him.

Real Valladolid president Suarez also revealed a wry smile, though his eyes were filled with envy at Li Mingyu's performance.

However, he knew that his Real Valladolid could never attract such an outstanding young man, and he could only covet him from afar.

Laporta looked at Li Mingyu, who was adjusting his jersey on the pitch, with a look of determination.

4-0, Real Valladolid had been completely broken.

Without any fighting spirit, Real Valladolid could no longer organize a decent defense.

Li Mingyu's speed tore through the opponent's defensive line time and time again. Finally, in the 75th minute, the opposing right-back could take it no longer and brought Li Mingyu down directly from behind.

Looking at the slow-motion replay, after Li Mingyu had dribbled past the right-back Olaza, he was just preparing to accelerate when he saw Olaza's fierce gaze. Olaza launched a retaliatory flying tackle from behind, aiming directly at Li Mingyu's standing leg.

As Li Mingyu pushed off to accelerate, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his left Achilles tendon. With a scream, he was sent flying by a massive force.

Everyone in the stadium was stunned, and even the Real Valladolid players were petrified.

This was Barcelona's home ground. To commit such a malicious foul here—brother, do you not want to live anymore?

After the tackle, Olaza stood there in a daze. Looking at Li Mingyu, who was clutching his left Achilles tendon on the ground, Olaza clutched his own head in horror.

What had he just done!

A series of sharp, rapid whistle blasts rang out.

The fans in the stadium were going insane.

Their team had finally produced such a genius player, only for him to be crippled by someone right before their very eyes.

That move just now was clearly intended to end a career; there was no room for any argument.

Sitting in the private box, Barca president Laporta smashed the red wine glass in his hand hard against the floor. The glass shattered instantly, splashing red wine onto the face of the Real Valladolid president, who sat nearby, stunned into a statue. He did not seem to react at all.

It's over!