Arsenal Has No Choice

In a flash, Chen Anno had already made his decision.

His right leg swung high behind him.

His knee bent, his ankle locked, and every muscle in his body tightened in an instant, like a fully drawn bow.

Ospina, who had already rushed several steps out, saw his pupils shrink sharply.

His body stopped instinctively, his center of gravity steadying as he prepared to make the save.

He was going to shoot!

That was the thought that sprang into the minds of every Arsenal fan at that moment.

The instant Chen Anno's taut instep met the dropping ball...

Bang...!

The eardrums of ninety thousand people in the stadium received that dull yet crisp impact at the same time.

The ball shot toward the goal like a cannonball leaving its barrel, brushing past Ospina's hair.

It was incredibly fast, with almost no spin.

Swish...!

The cannon-like shot slammed into the net, sending up a spray of white.

"GOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

"Super! Super! Super Anno!"

"Him! It's him! Still him!"

Motson's hoarse roar burst from the commentary booth, utterly unlike his usual old-school restraint.

"A vicious half-volley so violent it has left everyone speechless!"

"Arsenal's defense—they had already done more than enough tonight!"

"But Super Anno shattered it all with an incredible burst of power and a shot filled with brutal beauty!"

"What low block, what parked bus, what turtle shell... whatever the hell you want to call it!"

"Before such absolute talent and explosive power, none of it means a thing!"

Wembley's red volcano erupted once more.

After scoring, Chen Anno leaped straight onto the advertising boards at the sidelines, spreading his arms and leaning back.

Milner was the first to rush over. He ducked his head between Chen Anno's legs, hoisted him up, and ran off.

He was so fast that the