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Paco Jémez.
He is the current coach of Rayo Vallecano, having coached them since 2012.
Before that, Rayo Vallecano was just a perennial relegation team, constantly bouncing between divisions in La Liga, serving as a reliable point-giver to powerhouses like Real Madrid and Barcelona.
In the 2012-2013 season, under the leadership of Paco Jémez, Rayo Vallecano emerged as a dark horse.
They fought their way up to 8th place in La Liga.
For top clubs, 8th place is a disgrace.
For a small relegation club like Rayo Vallecano, 8th place is like an uneducated vocational student suddenly scoring enough for a second-tier university.
It's already incredibly impressive.
Paco Jémez's secret to racking up points was very romantic:
Attack!
Extreme attack!
So what if they're a weak team?
Should weak teams just set up a defensive wall and take a beating?
No!
You can lose the game, but you can't lose your spirit!
High press, short passing, whether you're Real Madrid or Barcelona, we'll get behind you and fight you to the death!
This extreme, crazy style of play put Rayo Vallecano amongst the top 6 in La Liga for goals scored this season!
However, this 'suicide truck' style of offence also caused their ranking to gradually slide, falling into the relegation zone.
Coincidentally, after three consecutive losses, they faced league leaders Atlético Madrid, and 'that man' was playing.
Faced with Lance's formidable reputation, Paco Jémez flinched.
His 'ninja way' wavered.
He had thought that an uncharacteristic defensive wall could hold Atlético Madrid and prevent a humiliating defeat.
But the opponent was, after all, the peerless Emperor Lance!
A 360-degree turn with the ball, shaking off 4 players, cutting inside, pulling back, and unleashing a powerful shot—
This goal delivered the final blow to Paco Jémez's heart.
"Coach, what do we do in the second half?"
Central midfielder Trashorras looked at Paco Jémez; he felt his coach was already a little dead inside.
Hoo—
Taking a deep breath, Paco Jémez was like the scene in 'Downfall' where the little moustache man tremblingly takes off his glasses.
"Attack... Attack!"
"Understood!"
Even if it's Atlético Madrid, even if they die, they will die standing!
...
"Oh?"
As the two teams resumed play, Lance noticed something was off.
He showed a playful smile.
Interesting, so they're not faking it anymore?
At half-time, Rayo Vallecano substituted one defensive midfielder for left winger Bebé (in 2010, Ferguson failed a 7.4 million pound blind box opening, realising this guy really couldn't play football).
Rayo Vallecano switched to their familiar 4-2-3-1 short-passing penetration style, and Atlético Madrid's defence felt a faint pressure.
But not much.
A joke; having endured the torment of peak Barcelona's MSN trident, this intensity of attack was difficult to break through.
It's just a pity that Lance had Nagi Seishiro with him today, not Bachira Meguru.
Otherwise, they would already be leading 3-0.
But it doesn't matter, Nagi Seishiro will still blast through the opponent, putting a perfect end to the last day of 2015.
"All things considered, it really has been two and a half years."
The system officially awakened for a 'kun' year, and Lance evolved from an unknown prodigal son to the world's highest-valued player at light speed.
He had both strength and fame; now he just lacked heavyweight honours.
"Sorry, but I really don't want to miss out on this year's La Liga, Copa del Rey, and Champions League."
Strength and fame are not important.
Even Chovy, as strong as he is, was hyped as the 'world's best mid-laner,' but in the end, wasn't he still a quarterfinalist? What's the use of 884844?
Lance's demands weren't high.
He just hoped his achievements in football would surpass Faker's future esports achievements.
A small goal: 6 Champions League titles, a Champions League three-peat isn't too much to ask, right?
Thinking of this, even a small Rayo Vallecano still ignited a burning fighting spirit in Lance!
Never underestimate any opponent!
This is my professional attitude!
"Come on, brother! Why are you suddenly getting fired up for no reason?"
Trashorras, the midfielder marking Lance, suddenly felt immense pressure!
Lance swayed left and right, his positioning became more flexible, and he actively raised his hand for the ball.
Soon, Atlético Madrid's Koke passed through, and Lance moved to receive the ball.
"Push up!!"
"High press!!"
"Stop him!!"
All Rayo Vallecano players were on edge, and immediately three of them formed an encirclement.
Trashorras, however, had a deep sense of unease!
"Damn it!!"
Before he could predict Lance's dribbling direction, Lance had already moved!
Before receiving the ball, he half-turned to the right, making a motion as if to break through with a right-footed pull-back, tricking Trashorras into stepping to the right.
But at the moment of reception, he feigned with his right foot, stepped over the ball, and then flicked it with his heel to change direction to the left!
Indeed!
When marking Lance, you need to be 800 times more careful.
Trashorras hadn't completely lost his balance just now, so he quickly pulled back to the left and tried to collide with Lance.
In an instant, a blur of footwork!
Lance actually pivoted rapidly on his left foot, spinning almost a full circle whilst stepping on the ball. Trashorras was tricked and lost his balance, and Lance once again dribbled to the right to break through!
No, again?
Are you addicted to spinning today?
Everything happened too fast; to outsiders, Lance just made a slight feint, and Trashorras had already lost his balance.
Lance, however, calmly and gracefully spun half a circle to complete the breakthrough, dribbling towards the penalty area.
"Compass Dribbling" might be a meme, but used well, it can still break through!
"Anthony, sorry, I shouldn't have laughed at you in my dream last night."
Using Nagi Seishiro combined with Anthony's first touch to shake off and break through the midfield barrier, Lance then used Anthony's speed advantage to drive straight through the middle, and fired a shot from 29 metres out!
"Lance—he's taking a shot himself!!"
The commentator watched with boiling blood, shouting, but stopped halfway.
Two Rayo Vallecano players split left and right, bravely sliding to try and block the shot.
Lance unexpectedly pulled back from a long-range shot, feinting and cutting the ball to the left!
Anthony's dominant foot is his left, didn't expect that, did you!
Bang—
An unexpected long-range shot with his weaker foot; the Rayo Vallecano goalkeeper reacted a split second late.
Combined with Hyuga Kojiro's Tiger Shot!
The ball, with a slight curve, suddenly pierced the top corner of the goal!
"Goooooooooal—"
"Lance Shaaaaw—"
2-0!
"Lance scores his second! Another world-class goal!"
"The king who once dominated the BayArena in the Bundesliga now reigns supreme at the Wanda Metropolitano!"
After scoring the world-class goal, perfectly complementing the commentator's passionate commentary, Lance stood with his arms outstretched, welcoming the cheers of his subjects.
Fans in front of their TVs also cheered wildly, releasing their excitement!
What about Rayo Vallecano?
As long as Lance scores, that's all that matters!
Watch God Lance dominate all of La Liga!
He's one of us once he gets his ID card!
Little Xi Ba has Park Ji-sung and Son Heung-min, Little Rizi has Shinji Kagawa, we have God Lance!
Emperor Lance!
"Hahaha, God Lance is showing off."
"17 games, 26 goals, miles ahead in La Liga, let him show off! Let him show off!"
"If Emperor Lance had not been born, the National Football Team would be in eternal darkness!"
"National Football Team, stay away."
...
In a corner of the University of Munich library, a suppressed scream suddenly erupted.
"Ah ah ah ah ah—Lance is so handsome!! I love him!"
Laila's eyes were full of stars, wishing she could lick the screen.
"Oi, get away from the screen, don't block my view."
"Chloe, what's wrong? Are you getting jealous over this?"
Laila pouted.
"Alright, alright, next time I get Lance's autograph, I'll get one for you too, okay?"
"I..."
Chloe hesitated.
Autograph?
I've had that for two years!
We're already at the hugging and cuddling stage, why would I care about an autograph from you?
However, Chloe still couldn't drop her sweet girl facade on the surface.
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."
Looking at the dazzling Lance on the pitch, and then thinking about herself, still studying in the library on New Year's Eve, Chloe felt a sour pang of injustice in her heart.
If only she could go to the stadium to watch the game, if only she could see him after the match, even just to wipe his sweat before flying back...
Ever since Lance went to La Liga as the highest-valued player, Chloe inexplicably felt the distance between them growing, seemingly returning to the very beginning.
Back then, he was the shining 'super sub' of Bayer Leverkusen, and she was a star-struck little girl in the stands.
Two and a half years of circling, and their relationship was still going nowhere?
Ten minutes later, Lance received a corner kick from Griezmann, controlled and dribbled past defenders in the box, chipped the ball over a pressing defender, and then, out of nowhere, volleyed with his left foot!
The ball once again found the net!!
A hat-trick!
The German commentator in the live broadcast was almost dumbfounded.
"Gooooooal—He's completely insane! 7 goals in 2 games! 27 goals in 17 La Liga rounds! Crazy, absolutely crazy!"
Lance in the camera still looked like a rock star, excitedly rushing to the corner flag, taking off the flag pole and pretending it was a guitar, leaping high onto the advertising board, like a world-famous rock superstar!
Superstar!
"Never mind, watching him from afar like this is fine too."
Perhaps Lance was meant to be like this, for me to look up to, for me to admire.
Chloe's initial feeling of injustice dissipated, and she smiled with relief.
"Chloe."
"What's wrong?"
Chloe noticed that Laila was no longer looking at Lance, but at her instead.
"You're smiling so sweetly, I'm almost falling in love with you."
"No, no, I don't have that inclination."
Chloe quickly pushed away the overly enthusiastic French girl.
Only one person in the world could break through her personal social distance.
That person was currently enjoying the adoration of the entire stadium on the screen.