[Shooting: 80!]
Even at the moment when the skills of the King of the Restricted Zone have expired.
The shooting attribute of 80 is enough for Viktor to handle a one-on-one situation!
What's more, he was facing a young goalkeeper who was just fledgling!
"Boom!"
Viktor swung his leg, and his calf quickly swung back!
The outer instep pumped under the football!
The huge force immediately set off a large piece of gravel and grass clippings!
The football rose from the ground!
Shot towards the gate guarded by Luca Zidane!
His choice is the upper right corner of the goal!
"God bless!"
Zidane and Sacristán on the sidelines silently recited at the same time!
Their states of mind were completely different!
In front of the goal.
Luca Zidane leaps high over the goal line!
Flies into the air to save!
Although as a goalkeeper, his height of 1.83m limits his development.
But he has always been known for his responsiveness.
Just like Casillas who has the same disadvantage in height!
However, the Goddess of Fate once again snubbed him.
Viktor's shot pierced through his city gate mercilessly again!
This time the shot was not blessed by the King of the Penalty Area.
The angle is not that tricky.
But it's still a high-quality shot!
After all, Viktor is not a striker who can do nothing without the system!
Before he won the golden finger, he was the bronze boot winner of La Masia U17!
Luca tried his best to stretch his body in the air...
But from the football, there was still a slight difference!
For the goalkeeper.
A millisecond is an eternal separation!
Swish!
The sound of hitting the net sounded!
"Goal scored again! Thank you so much! He bombed Real Madrid's penalty area! It's a nuclear warhead!"
"I'm about to become his fan! The No. 99 center-forward of the Barcelona B team! His name is Viktor!"
"At the Di Stéfano Stadium, Barcelona achieved a go-ahead score! It's crazy!"
"Luca, I don't blame you! After all, you are only seventeen years old! When your father was this age, he was still playing in the youth team of Ligue 2!"
...
Northwest corner of the field.
The Spanish commentary was delighted!
And the Real Madrid fans in the stands above his head had dull eyes at this moment!
After a while, this emotion turned into anger again!
They were overtaken in the Clasico...
The score came to 1-2!
This is the Di Stéfano Stadium!
A stadium full of legends!
They have a blood feud with Barcelona...
They are sworn enemies!
How can they allow this to happen?
This is a great shame!
"Zidane! We respect you! But please look what your son is doing? He has conceded two goals in a row!"
"It's time for Megías to play goalkeeper! Luca is too tender!"
"Castilla shouldn't have such nepotism!"
...
"Viktor! You are a fucking pervert!"
On the pitch.
Traoré rushed forward cheering.
Ran wildly towards Viktor!
As for Viktor?
As the hero who scored twice in the national derby.
He is equally excited!
Facing the auditorium is a passionate knee slide!
There were three deep scratches on the turf behind him!
"You are much better than Dongou! Listen to me, and ask Mr. Sacristán for the No. 9 jersey after the game!"
Traoré hugged Viktor's shoulders passionately, "Only you are worthy of number nine!"
"Number nine?"
The corner of Viktor's mouth twitched.
This represents the number of the true center-forward!
He will naturally wear it on his body sooner or later!
"I found a treasure! My God!"
On the sidelines, Sacristán made the sign of the cross on his chest.
Fingers up!
His eyes are extremely devout!
"Keep him in the Barcelona B team for one year! We will win the second division championship!"
The assistant coach also came over with a look of excitement.
"Stay in the Barcelona B team? One year?"
Sacristán smiled self-deprecatingly, "Mr. Luis Enrique is sitting in the box above our heads! You should know that Barcelona's first team also lacks a center-forward!"
"We can't keep him for a year at all!"
...
"Boss, we need a center like this!"
As predicted.
In the stadium box, Cesc Fàbregas jumped up from his seat and looked down at the window!
"He can do too many things! Not only can he score goals by himself, but he can also act as a fulcrum in the frontcourt! I have played against Fabinho! His physical fitness is very good!"
"But you also saw that he couldn't get any cheap advantage in front of that little guy!"
Enrique sighed quietly: "Maybe you are right..."
"I saw the shadows of Kluivert, Zlatan Ibrahimović, and Thierry Henry from him!"
These are all top tall center-forwards who have played for Barcelona!
Once upon a time, they were the pride of Barcelona!
Wenger on the side narrowed his eyes: "Perhaps, allow me to say a few words?"
After the words fell, Fàbregas quickly turned around and stopped Wenger: "No, Mr. Arsène! You can't poach him like you poached me before!"
"He could very well be our Barcelona's future!"
…
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for scoring two goals! Mission content 1 has been completed!]
[Sub-task: Battle of Focus! Current degree of completion: 1/2!]
[Rewards: Gold Treasure Chest1, Silver Treasure Chest1, Bronze Treasure Chest*2!]
[Rewards will be distributed after the game ends!]
...
In his mind, the system's prompt sounded!
Viktor nodded in satisfaction.
Another golden treasure chest has arrived!
It means that after the game is over, he will get a brand new template again!
From U17 Bronze Boot winner of La Masia.
To the hero who gallops in the national derby of the Segunda División!
In addition to the powerful skills attributed to the King of the Restricted Zone.
The blessing of the two templates also provided Viktor with extraordinary help!
For him at this time.
There is still one Task 2 left before this side mission is completely finished!
The task content is to win the final victory of the game!
As for the reward, it's a novelty...
'The Stadium Illustrated Book'!
Although he doesn't know exactly what it does.
But it's always a motivation!
"Campins, you'd better stand in the right position for the next time, don't rush in!"
On the way back for halftime.
Viktor shrugged his shoulders and instructed his own rash central defender.
He needs this win!
But as the center-forward of the team.
He has no time to take care of the backline!
Campins scratched his head in embarrassment: "I will pay attention..."
"Hey, this is the first appearance of our scoring hero in the Segunda División! If you dare to mess up, I will let you taste the flavor of a muscle collision!"
Traoré also straightened his face and said seriously to Campins.
"Let's cheer up! There is still a half-time in the game!"
On the sidelines, Sacristán shouted to his disciples again.
"Don't take it lightly!"
...
The live broadcast room at this time.
The fans are also talking about it!
With two goals from Viktor.
The barrage has also become much cleaner!
— [The Segunda División... has a higher quality than our domestic league! If Viktor was in Poland, he would already be a top center!]
— [Such a player, the national team system actually let go? Or in the form of expulsion?]
— [Didn't you just beat up the youth team leader? If I had his strength, I would even dare to fight the chairman of the Football Association!]
--[come back bro ]
— [Hehe, give him a sweet date after a slap? If I were Viktor, it would be impossible to come back!]
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