Ten Steps, One Kill; A Thousand Miles, No Trace Left

Neither Bernardo Silva's tackle nor Raggi's foul had slowed him by even a fraction of a second.

The roar at Anfield had reached its peak.

Chen Anno charged to the edge of the penalty area, around twenty meters from goal.

Ahead of him stood the final two defenders.

Monaco's center-back pairing, Jemerson and Glik.

Jemerson stepped forward head-on, lowering his center of gravity and cutting off Chen Anno's route to the right.

Glik provided cover from behind and to the side, ready to fill in at any moment.

Chen Anno finally slowed down.

Just for an instant.

His upper body began to sway again.

His left shoulder dipped and his right shoulder rose, then his right shoulder dipped and his left shoulder rose.

Carried by the momentum of his high-speed run, his legs alternated in feinted outward steps.

His left foot stepped outward, then his right foot stepped outward.

"Whoa... the Pendulum Dribble!"

"Chen Anno has used Ronaldo's signature move at the edge of the box!"

Jemerson's balance was completely thrown off by Chen Anno's sudden double shoulder feint.

He first shifted to the right, then immediately shifted to the left.

At the instant his weight shifted and his feet became tangled, Chen Anno hooked the ball left with the inside of his right foot and explosively accelerated in the same direction.

By the time Jemerson stuck out a foot to intercept, he was already half a beat too late.

His toe swept past behind the ball and missed completely.

Chen Anno had already gone past him on the other side.

Now, only one defender and the goalkeeper remained in front of Chen Anno.

Glik lunged at him.

This notorious hardman from Serie A came in with a sliding tackle.

His body slid sideways, studs forward, blocking nearly every shooting