Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 375: The Impossible! This is Football.
The stadium was electric. Everyone was on their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs.
No one had expected the Chen Clan to score, let alone score in such fashion.
It was not a scrappy deflection. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
Not a lucky rebound.
It was a clean chip.
The technique had been flawless. The composure, extraordinary.
On the pitch, the Chen Clan Matriarch completely abandoned her usual dignified bearing. She ran several steps onto the field and leapt into the air, shouting in unrestrained joy.
Her face glowed with exhilaration.
She laughed freely, without restraint.
Around her, the clan elders were equally ecstatic. They jumped and cheered like children. Though they were still trailing by two goals, that single strike had shifted the emotional tide.
It was their goal.
And that alone changed everything.
For nearly three full minutes, the celebration continued. The referee blew his whistle repeatedly, urging the players to return to their positions, but his efforts were drowned out by the thunderous noise of the crowd.
Only when the commentator's amplified voice echoed through the arena did the players finally regain enough composure to jog back to their half.
The oppressive gloom that had weighed upon the Chen Clan players earlier seemed to have evaporated.
Now, no one could call them complete failures.
The striker who had scored stood near the center circle, a faint, confident smile resting at the corner of his lips. His chest rose and fell steadily, but his eyes burned with renewed determination.
While the Chen Clan celebrated, the Black Spider leader, his elders, and his players wore grim expressions.
"Humph! Why are they laughing?" one Black Spider supporter sneered, his voice thick with irritation.
"Let them laugh," another scoffed. "They're still losing by two goals. I don't understand why they're celebrating as if they're the ones ahead."
The Chen Clan supporters ignored the taunts. They continued clapping, singing, and dancing with unrestrained relief.
On the field, the match resumed.
This time, the Chen Clan players moved with fresh confidence. Their morale had soared, and it showed in every touch of the ball.
The Black Spider Team attempted to reassert their dominance, but something was off. They struggled to regain their earlier rhythm.
Unbeknownst to many spectators, their recent substitutions had destabilized their midfield structure.
The defensive anchor they had removed was no longer there to control transitions.
Gradually, cracks began to appear.
A misplaced pass.
Hesitation between defenders.
Poor timing in challenges.
Incorrect positioning.
What had once been a composed and disciplined side now appeared disjointed.
Confusion spread through the stands.
"What happened to them?" fans muttered in disbelief.
Even those inside the VIP chambers frowned in puzzlement.
They whispered among themselves, attempting to analyze the sudden shift in momentum, but few could identify the precise cause.
Only two men truly grasped the situation.
Mo Jian, seated calmly in the highest chamber, observed with quiet understanding.
And the Black Spider Gang leader, who could no longer sit still.
"Did I make the wrong substitutions?" he wondered, his heart skipping uneasily.
On the pitch, the contrast was stark.
While the Black Spider players grew increasingly chaotic, the Chen Clan players displayed remarkable composure.
They moved the ball with patience and intelligence, as though they were the ones protecting a lead.
Perhaps, earlier, they had accepted defeat.
Now, they saw the possibility.
Ten minutes remained.
The Chen Clan controlled possession almost entirely. They dictated the tempo, forcing the Black Spider Team into a defensive shell.
Near the edge of the eighteen-yard box, the Chen players circulated the ball carefully, probing for openings. The Black Spider defenders held their lines desperately, refusing to leave gaps.
From right flank to left flank, the ball traveled.
No clear opening.
Corner kicks began to pile up.
Still nothing.
Yet there was one thing everyone in the stadium could feel.
Pressure.
It mounted like an invisible mountain pressing down upon the Black Spider players' backs.
They had no time to breathe.
They slid to block shots.
They threw their bodies into passing lanes.
They cleared the ball hurriedly, only for it to return seconds later.
Fatigue weighed heavily on their legs.
A throw-in was awarded to the Chen Clan on the right flank.
The ball was launched toward the fresh striker, the same man who had scored the first goal.
He controlled it expertly with his chest, cushioning it into his stride. Immediately, two Black Spider defenders closed in, pressing him from behind and attempting to force him away from the penalty area.
But he shielded the ball with his body, calm and steady.
He maneuvered from near the corner flag toward the edge of the eighteen-yard box, scanning for an opportunity.
Many expected him to pass.
He had teammates nearby.
Instead, he nudged the ball forward a few steps.
Then he shot.
It was not a direct drive.
The ball lifted into the air, curling in a graceful arc toward the far-left corner of the net.
For a split second, no one reacted.
The defenders froze.
The goalkeeper, positioned closer to his right post, could only twist helplessly as the ball sailed beyond his reach.
Whoosh!
The net rippled violently.
"GOOOOOOOAL!"
"GOOOOOOOAL!"
"IT'S A GOOOOOAL!"
The stadium exploded.
Every spectator shot to their feet, eyes wide with disbelief.
Chen Clan supporter or not, everyone was stunned.
Two goals.
The deficit had been cut to one.
On the pitch, the Chen Clan Matriarch completely forgot her status and decorum. She rushed forward again, joining the celebrating players, her laughter ringing freely through the air.
Inside a Tier-3 VIP chamber, a young nobleman stared at the chaos below and muttered softly, "Is this truly just a mortal game?"
No one had expected the struggling Chen Clan to score twice.
Yet here they were.
Three–two.
After the celebrations subsided, the match resumed once more.
Now, almost no one remained seated.
Fear.
Panic.
Anticipation.
The emotions were palpable.
The jeers from the Black Spider supporters had vanished entirely. Their faces were pale, and their eyes flicked repeatedly toward the massive timekeeping artifacts above the stadium.
They wished desperately for the final whistle.
The tension was unbearable.
Three minutes remained.
The pressure inside the arena was suffocating. The Chen Clan attacked from every angle, launching wave after wave of offense.
Earlier, they had not believed they could equalize.
Now, hope burns fiercely.
Cross after cross.
Corner after corner.
The atmosphere was almost too intense to endure.
A goal kick was awarded to the Black Spider Team.
The goalkeeper launched the ball high into the air.
Within seconds, the Chen Clan regained possession.
Their attacking midfielder advanced several meters before passing sharply to the left winger.
The winger received the ball cleanly and pushed it forward, accelerating at full speed. The exhausted Black Spider defenders gritted their teeth and gave chase, but their legs felt like lead.
The Chen winger drove deeper into the opponent's half with relentless determination.
On the sideline, the Black Spider leader felt his heart pound violently in his throat. His blood ran cold.
"We just need to defend this," he whispered hoarsely, wiping sweat from his brow. "Just hold on."
His back was soaked.
Never in his life had he perspired so heavily without drawing a blade.
On the pitch, the Chen winger reached the byline and delivered a sharp square pass.
The ball zipped across the face of goal, cutting through the eighteen-yard box and skimming past the six-yard area.
Black Spider defenders lunged desperately, sliding in attempts to clear it.
They were all a fraction too late.
The ball rolled untouched across the goalmouth.
Many spectators assumed it would drift harmlessly out of play. No Chen player appeared to be in position.
Then…
Bang!
Out of nowhere, the Chen striker, the man who had already scored twice, emerged from behind a Black Spider defender on the right.
He struck the ball cleanly.
It rocketed into the net.
Silence.
A stunned, breathless silence.
For a heartbeat, it felt eternal.
Then something broke.
"IT'S A GOOOOOOAL!"
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!"
The stadium erupted into absolute chaos.
The impossible had happened.
Three goals down.
Now level.
Three–three.
