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  The Alvalade Stadium was silent, except for a small area in the northwest corner where thousands of Marítimo fans wearing red and green striped shirts were cheering wildly, surrounding the large stadium, looking somewhat powerless, but each cheer pierced into the hearts of Sporting CP fans.

  Wu Yu's heart was calm from the moment he kicked the ball until it entered the net, and he even had time to adjust his breathing.

  As the ball flew into the net, he knew he had scored such a crucial and wonderful goal. His mind went blank, his feet sprinted forward involuntarily, his hands spread out on both sides of his body, and an excited smile burst forth on his face. He himself didn't know where to run, but just followed the cheers and ran towards them.

  This was his first professional match and he scored the equalizing goal in stoppage time with a beautiful volley.

  Joy, shock, incredulity... Wu Yu's mind was completely unable to withstand the bombardment of so many emotions in a short period of time, and it was all blank.

  。

  He ran to the front of the Maridimo fans, waving his arms wildly and muttering some Cantonese phrases. Suddenly, he stumbled and was pulled down by a teammate behind him, followed by one after another teammates piling on top, celebrating their equalizing goal in extra time with a dogpile.

  "Great! Great!" On the sidelines, Martins saw Wu Yu score and first raised his hands high and ran two steps wildly, but was stopped by the fourth official. He then waved his right hand continuously with force, finally letting out a sigh of relief. His gamble-like substitution had paid off!

  "What a great goal! China's magical boy Wu Yu, in the last moment, used a foot of extremely beautiful overhead kick to save the team and turn what was almost three points for Sporting Lisbon into one point!" In the broadcast room, Kristian was not stingy with his praise, seemingly having forgotten his neglect of Wu Yu at the beginning of the game.

  "I think the best goal of this season's Portuguese Super League has already been scored." Figo said with a smile. Although his favorite team, Sporting Lisbon, was tied by Maritimo in the last minute, he still felt very pleased to see such a new star emerge.

  "I think that after just one day, the name of this Chinese wonder kid will spread to every corner of the globe. No matter what heights he reaches in the future, everyone will remember that on this day, such a wonderful goal appeared!" Cristian continued to praise Wu Yu while watching the replay of the goal.

  "Alright, the referee blew the final whistle of the match. Marítimo drew 1-1 with Sporting CP away from home thanks to Wu Lei's goal. Maybe after today, we all need to go back and check out Wu Lei's information." Cristiano joked: "See you guys next match!"

  Inside Foshan's bar, when Wu Lei scored a goal with an overhead kick in the last minute, the whole bar erupted. Everyone got the result they wanted after tense anticipation, and suddenly exploded into cheers, hugging each other to celebrate the goal without caring whether they knew each other or not.

  Gaoweicai excitedly hugged a person next to him at the same time and jumped up and down with joy.

  "Brother, you're really my good brother!" Gao Wei exclaimed, patting the shoulder of someone he didn't know, while excitedly speaking to the big-bearded man who had just looked down on him.

  Who knew Big Beard excitedly said: "Wu Yu is not only your brother, but also my old dad! Awesome!!"

  Gao Wei saw that the other party completely ignored his words and couldn't help but feel a little indignant.

  。

  "Never mind him, he will know you sooner or later!" Huayan's voice sounded in his ear.

  "Yes, I will..." Gao Wei turned his face around and said with great momentum. But before he could finish his heroic words, the sentence stopped there, and the smile on his face also became stiff, staring fixedly at Hua Yan who was being held in his arms.

  Hua Yan also came back to her senses from the excitement of Wu Yu's goal, discovering that she was still embracing Gao Wei, and quickly separated from him. Neither of them spoke a word, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

  ……

  ……

  "Wu Yu, good job!"

  "Good job!"

  "You did great today!"

  ……

  After the whistle, Wu Yun shook hands with his opponent in a ceremonial manner, while his teammates came over to high-five him, their mouths full of encouraging and praising words. They all knew that if it weren't for Wu Yun, this match would probably have been lost.

  After high-fiving his teammates one by one, Wu Yun walked quietly on the road to the player's tunnel. A cameraman carrying a camera ran in front of him and gave him a close-up shot all the way. Wu Yun slightly lowered his head, thinking about everything that happened today, feeling that this happiness seemed to come too suddenly.

  He lifted the hem of his jersey and gently wiped away sweat. Earlier, he had refused a request from an opposing player to swap jerseys with him because he wanted to keep this one well-preserved - the first battle armor of his professional career.

  Back in the locker room, led by Martins, the coaching staff came over to pat his shoulder and show their encouragement. In Martins' post-match speech, Wu Yus did not listen, as he was still immersed in his own goal from earlier, this happy feeling, others did not disturb him.

  Until he got on the big bus, he slowly came to his senses and began to realize what this game meant to him. This is the first step in his professional career, and it has already opened the curtain of his player career with such a wonderful goal. Maybe tomorrow, far away in his hometown, videos of his goals will spread, and his family and friends will be proud of him.

  Even... even top European clubs will start paying attention to themselves

  Thinking of this, Wu Yun dared not think further, for he feared losing himself, as he had yet to reach the pinnacle of success, and all of this was just the beginning.

  He slowly calmed down and tried his best to treat this match as a dull debut.

  But he thought so, others didn't think so.

  On September 22, Beijing time, the news that Chinese young player Wu Lei scored a world wave in his Portuguese Super League debut quickly spread on the Internet, newspapers, TV and other media. Fans across the country searched for information about this player named Wu Lei. For a time, Wu Lei's name was widely circulated among Chinese fans, and almost everyone knew him.

  In a old house in Yuexiu District, Guangzhou, three people, the elderly, middle-aged and young, sat at the dinner table, staring blankly at the TV. It was Li Chunhua's family of three, and on TV, the Guangdong Sports Channel's noon news was being broadcast.

  "Last night, the fifth round of the Portuguese Super League was held. Sporting Lisbon, who were at home, were tied 1-1 by Marítimo. The goal for Marítimo was scored by Wu Yu, a young player from Guangzhou who had just transferred to Marítimo from Fuli Club last month. He made his debut with an impressive overhead kick, leveling the score for his new team..."

  As the camera panned, the three people in front of the TV were just holding bowls with their right hands and chopsticks with their left hands, staring quietly at the screen, without any intention of eating, and the dishes on the table had gone cold.

  After a long time, Li Chunhua's haggard face finally broke into a comforting smile, while Wu Sheng was overjoyed. Having such an awesome brother, he, being still in a childlike state of mind, would naturally be very excited.

  In a small district of Haizhu, Wang Peiyun was having dinner with her parents when she saw the news about Wu Lei's goal on TV. Although she had already watched the live broadcast online yesterday by scaling the wall, at this moment, seeing the news still made her heart feel joyful and excited, but she said discontentedly:

  "Dad, look, the TV station is so stingy, they only used three minutes to introduce Xiao Yu..."

  Wang Jingchu looked at his daughter's ambiguous smile and shook his head helplessly.

  Manchester, England, local time in the morning, Carrington Training Centre.

  "Hey, Kiko! I've got something for you to see." Phil Neville called out to Javier Hernandez as he made his way to the training pitch.

  "Oh? Phil, what's up?" Little Pea flashed his signature smile, stopped in his tracks and looked at Phil Neville walking towards him.

  。

  Although Phil Neville is a coach, he is younger than Giggs, so the other players in the team basically call him by his name.

  Phil Neville holds an iPad and walks up to Little Pea saying "I'll show you a nice goal."

  Little pea leaned over and watched yesterday's Wu Yu vs Sporting Lisbon's outside the penalty area volley on iPad.

  "Wow, what a beautiful goal, but you shouldn't show it to me, Paul is the one who should see it." Little Pea watched the video, first with surprise, then laughed and teased.

  "I've already shown it to Paul, and I'm ready to show it to David," said Phil Neville as he walked away, the David in question being not David Beckham but David Moyes, Manchester United's new manager.

  "It's true, he might be a player with potential." Little Pea nodded in agreement. He still hadn't thought about how this goal was related to himself.

  "Do you remember that person I told you about the last time, the one I met in Guangzhou?" Phil Neville started to get to the point, giving Little Pea some hints.

  "You mean the one who said he wanted to be teammates with me is him?" Little Pea asked in surprise.

  "That's right, it was him, he moved to the Portuguese Super League and this is his first match, helping Marítimo equalize the score." Phil Neville said with a smile.

  "Oh! That should be shown to the boss!"

  Carrington Training Centre, Manchester United players are training, including Moyes and several other Manchester United coaches surrounding Phil Neville's iPad watching videos.

  "Boss, this is a player with great potential. Maybe we should take a look at him." Giggs suggested to Moyes after watching the video.

  Moyes rubbed his chin, his face creased in thought. After a moment, he turned to Phil Neville and said: "Phil, get Tonio to take a look at this player, find time to watch him play."

  Toni Nuno Cruz, Manchester United's chief scout in Portugal.

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