Look northwest, shoot down the celestial wolf

"No! He's going to shoot!"

Cristiano Ronaldo was the first to react behind him.

The Portuguese stepped forward at once, trying to put him off.

But he was already too late.

Boom...!

A thunderous impact rang out.

Chen Anno whipped his right instep through at full speed, striking the ball cleanly just below its center.

The sound cut through the din of the Millennium Stadium with startling clarity, like a heavy hammer striking a drum.

The ball deformed instantly, flattening against his instep before rocketing away.

Like a shell fired from a cannon... no! A strategic cruise missile!

It barely spun, its flight free of any curve as it hurtled forward along an almost perfect straight line.

Then, at the edge of the penalty area, it skimmed past Adrián Ramos's cheek and shot straight toward the top-left corner.

Adrián Ramos's pupils contracted sharply.

He felt only a fierce gust sweep past his cheek. Before he could even look, the ball had flashed by in a white blur.

Navas had already started moving to his right the instant the ball left Chen Anno's foot.

His first instinct had told him this had to be a cross.

But when he saw its flight, every hair on his body stood on end!

This was no cross. It was a thunderbolt aimed straight into the corner.

He desperately shifted his weight and flung himself left, stretching his body to its limit in midair, his left arm reaching out, his fingers fully extended.

He could feel it. He was still a fraction too late.

The ball tore through the air with a faint whistle, like a terrifying Dongfeng missile delivery, flying unerringly toward the junction of post and crossbar.

It was the spot they called the absolute top corner!

Swish...!

The ball slammed into the