"Chen Anno, this seventeen-year-old boy—just how many more surprises would he bring us? I didn't know! But I knew that Chen Anno was telling the whole world, in his own way, that his era was about to begin!"
"Just now, the data for Chen Anno's goal came in. That shot sent the ball flying at 148 kilometers per hour, infinitely close to the speed of the free kick his predecessor Robert Carlos scored against China in 2002!"
"And that goal came just 5.28 seconds after kickoff!"
"He broke the eleven-second Bundesliga record for the fastest goal, jointly held by former Bayern Munich star Giovane Elber and Bayer Leverkusen star Ulf Kirsten!"
"5.28 seconds! I believe this number will be etched into Bundesliga history for many years, because it was simply too fast!"
"Chen Anno! He was practically a quick-draw gunslinger!"
In the studio, Duan Xuan was already somewhat incoherent. The shock Chen Anno had brought him was simply too great.
There was nothing to criticize about that goal, whether in terms of speed or technique!
A heel touch that controlled the ball and beat his man in one motion!
He got past Takashi Inui as if he were a training dummy!
A chest control, a flick with the right foot, then a left-footed volley!
Every movement flowed together seamlessly!
There was not a single unnecessary adjustment. How profound did his understanding of football have to be, how exceptional his touch, to pull that off!
This week's World Football Top Ten Goals had already reserved a spot for it!
"Jurgen... we... we scored already?"
Kravietz stood beside Klopp, his mouth wide enough to fit a goose egg inside. Buvac was not much better.
Klopp's throat bobbed as he licked his lips. "Looks like... yes, we scored!"
On the other side, Eintracht