After the goal, Escribá on the sidelines breathed a sigh of relief.
He took a deep breath of fresh air, as if to inhale all the tension and pressure.
He rested his hands on his knees, head slightly bowed, seemingly savoring that exciting moment.
Although this match was not that important for the team's season goals, Escribá knew that if the team lost to a team from Romania in this match, such a result would surely be ridiculed by the football world.
After the brief jubilation of the goal, Head Coach Escribá's eyes immediately sharpened.
He understood that although Pato's goal had equalized the score for the team, this was only part of the match, and his goal was far more than that.
Victory was his ultimate pursuit.
He took a deep breath, then began to direct the match with a clear and powerful voice.
His voice echoed across the stadium like a battle drum.
His every word, every command, was like a precisely placed chess piece on the tactical board.
"Strengthen the attack on the left wing, look for opportunities to break through!" he shouted, extending his left hand and pointing to the left side of the field.
His finger traced a graceful arc in the air, as if outlining the path of the attack.
The players immediately responded to his instructions, like a precisely programmed machine, each moving accurately to his position.
Their coordination was tacit and fluid, as if they were performing a meticulously choreographed dance.
Escribá's eyes were always fixed on every movement on the field, his brain running at high speed, constantly analyzing the match situation and the opponent's movements.
He nodded at times, frowned at others, and waved his arms, every movement conveying tactical instructions and encouraging confidence to the players.
After the goal, Villarreal seemed to be injected with new vitality; their offense became more ferocious and precise.
The players displayed an extremely high degree of understanding and coordination on the field, every pass and run full of threat.
In the 85th minute of the match, Rodri received a pass from his teammate at the edge of the penalty area.
The moment he received the ball, he felt the opposing defender's body pressed tightly against his, as if to push him out of bounds.
However, Rodri was not affected by this tight marking; he controlled the ball steadily with his rich match experience and excellent technique.
He looked down at the ball at his feet, while scanning his teammates and opponents on the field with his peripheral vision.
He observed that the opposing goalkeeper's positioning was slightly advanced, and the goalkeeper's attention seemed to be drawn by other players, which gave him a rare opportunity.
Rodri's heart stirred, and he decided to seize this opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.
He quickly adjusted his body posture, shifting his center of gravity to his right foot.
Then, he powerfully kicked the ball towards the goal.
The moment his right instep contacted the ball, he felt a huge force coming from his foot, as if to overturn the entire stadium.
The ball drew a beautiful arc in the air, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, attracting everyone's attention.
The ball's speed became faster and faster, finally accurately drilling into the top corner of the goal.
At this moment, the entire stadium fell into silence, as if time had been frozen.
This goal, while not a Puskás Award-level goal that would shake the entire football world and be dazzling, was undoubtedly a spectacular "worldie."
The arc the ball traced in the air was graceful and precise, like an elegant dancer leaving a flowing trail in the sky.
When the ball hit the net, the silence of that moment and the subsequent uproar proved the extraordinary nature of this goal.
After the goal, Rodri's face was beaming with excitement and pride.
He spread his arms, as if to embrace the entire stadium, celebrating this hard-won goal.
He sprinted to the corner flag, embracing his arriving teammates tightly.
When Rodri scored that goal, Lin Feng on the bench suddenly sat up straight, his eyes wide, watching the celebratory scene on the field, a smile unconsciously curving on his lips.
He turned to Pau Torres beside him and said with some excitement, "That's a goal! Rodri is amazing, that shot was so beautiful!"
Pau Torres also smiled; he nodded in agreement, "Indeed, that goal was so sudden, the opposing goalkeeper didn't even react.
It seems he's in good form today!"
When the head referee blew the final whistle, the entire stadium seemed to let out a sigh of relief.
The Villarreal players hugged each other tightly; they had lost count of how many times they had won, but each victory filled them with immense joy and pride.
The players from both teams gradually walked to the center of the field and began to greet each other.
The players from both teams began to chat casually, without the tense atmosphere of the match.
A young player from Steaua București came forward and said to Rodri, "Man, that was a really beautiful goal, I need to learn how to shoot like you!"
Rodri smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, you're still young, you have plenty of opportunities.
See you next time!"
Back in the locker room, Head Coach Escribá stood in front of the team, his face beaming with excitement and pride.
He scanned the players present, his eyes revealing his appreciation for this great comeback.
"This was a great comeback!" Escribá said with an excited voice.
He waved his hands in the air, as if wanting to convey this excitement to every player.
Escribá continued, "Tomorrow the team will return to Villarreal, and I will give everyone a day off.
I hope you can use this holiday to recover well and prepare for the upcoming matches."
His words revealed his concern and expectations for the players.
He knew that these players had put in tremendous effort for the match, and they needed time to recover their physical and mental state.
However, Escribá did not completely relax his guard.
He reminded the players that La Liga was about to restart, and they needed to pay attention to their physical condition and avoid consuming too much high-calorie food.
His expression became serious, his gaze sweeping over the players' faces one by one.
He said, "I know you all love to enjoy good food, but at this critical moment, we need to pay more attention to our diet.
Don't forget, good physical condition is the foundation of our victory."
"Alright, lads, enjoy your victory!"
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