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Chapter 424. Exchanging Jerseys with the Great Ibrahimović · Oct 28, 2026

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401 Chapter 401. How Is It Not a Championship? 2026-10-28
402 Chapter 402. I Have a Second Form Too! 2026-10-28
403 Chapter 403. Ultimate Individual Ability! 2026-10-28
404 Chapter 404. Messi, Your Celebration Is Really Useful 2026-10-28
405 Chapter 405. Isagi Yoichi’s Ability is Really Useful! 2026-10-28
406 Chapter 406. The Miracle of the Final Seconds of Stoppage Time 2026-10-28
407 Chapter 407. Winning the Copa del Rey! 2026-10-28
408 Chapter 408. Cristiano Ronaldo: The Advantage is Mine 2026-10-28
409 Chapter 409. Is This Meeting the Parents? 2026-10-28
410 Chapter 410. Decisive Battle at the Pinnacle of Europe 2026-10-28
411 Chapter 411. The Huge Shock of the Champions League Final 2026-10-28
412 Chapter 412. Peak Real Madrid! 2026-10-28
413 Chapter 413. Misfortune Never Comes Alone 2026-10-28
414 Chapter 414. The Counterattack Begins 2026-10-28
415 Chapter 415. Thunder Beast Descends 2026-10-28
416 Chapter 416. The Final’s Most Perfect Arc 2026-10-28
417 Chapter 417. The Century Connection with the Former Golden Boy, Torres! 2026-10-28
418 Chapter 418. The God-Tier Goal! 2026-10-28
419 Chapter 419. We Are the Champions! 2026-10-28
420 Chapter 420. The treble Celebration 2026-10-28
421 Chapter 421. Arriving in France, Preparing for the European Cup 2026-10-28
422 Chapter 422. Griezmann’s Worries 2026-10-28
423 Chapter 423. Something Seems Wrong with the European Cup 2026-10-28
424 Chapter 424. Exchanging Jerseys with the Great Ibrahimović 2026-10-28
425 Chapter 425. Isagi Yoichi’s New Skill Get! 2026-10-28
426 Chapter 426. Direct Strike Shoot! World-Class Volley! 2026-10-28
427 Chapter 427. The Most Magnificent Individual Performance at the European Cup 2026-10-28
428 Chapter 428. Advancing Like This? 2026-10-28
429 Chapter 429. Battle Against Defending Champion Spain 2026-10-28
430 Chapter 430. European Cup, Full Firepower! 2026-10-28
431 Chapter 431. The Maestro on the European Cup Pitch 2026-10-28
432 Chapter 432. Defeating Spain! 2026-10-28
433 Chapter 433. The German Panzer, From Prosperity to Decline Starting Today 2026-10-28
434 Chapter 434. European Cup Scoring Record! 2026-10-28
435 Chapter 435. Griezmann Can’t Smile 2026-10-28
436 Chapter 436. It’s a Case of Red Culture Export 2026-10-28
437 Chapter 437. Encountering a Crisis at the Start? 2026-10-28
438 Chapter 438. Another Godly Goal! 2026-10-28
439 Chapter 439. Goal Fest at the European Cup! 2026-10-28
440 Chapter 440. Ruling the European Pitch! 2026-10-28
441 Chapter 441. Mbappé Appears! 2026-10-28
442 Chapter 442. The Semi-Final That Shook the World! 2026-10-28
443 Chapter 443. The Eve of the Final 2026-10-28
444 Chapter 444. Cristiano Ronaldo Refuses to Give Up 2026-10-28
445 Chapter 445. Cristiano Ronaldo’s Performative Personality 2026-10-28
446 Chapter 446. Who Says Lance Can’t Pass? 2026-10-28
447 Chapter 447. The Crescent Blade Reappears! 2026-10-28
448 Chapter 448. King of Europe? It’s Just the Beginning! 2026-10-28
449 Chapter 449. Coming to the Capital 2026-10-28
450 Chapter 450. The Most Dazzling Superstar 2026-10-28

Chapter 424: 424. Exchanging Jerseys with the Great Ibrahimovi?

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Lance could hardly believe it.

He was already a Champions League winner.

Why was the European Championship proving this difficult?

Looking at Belgium’s lineup, they were unquestionably one of Europe’s elite teams.

Courtois

Meunier, Kompany, Vermaelen, Jan Vertonghen

Witsel, Marouane Fellaini

De Bruyne, Lance, Hazard

Lukaku

And that wasn’t even counting the talent on the bench.

Radja Nainggolan.

Yannick Carrasco.

Dries Mertens.

And that damn Benteke.

With a squad packed full of stars, how were they struggling against a Sweden side built almost entirely around Zlatan Ibrahimovi??

To be fair, Sweden were a difficult opponent.

Their defense was disciplined and organized, while every attack flowed through Ibrahimovi?.

The first half had gone exactly according to Belgium’s plans.

After Lance was fouled outside the penalty area, he stepped up and unleashed a Crescent Blade Free Kick.

The ball curled brilliantly into the net.

1-0.

His first goal of the European Championship.

A perfect start.

With the lead secured, Belgium should have been comfortable.

They didn’t need to rush.

They could control possession and gradually finish the match.

Instead, their attack constantly felt awkward.

Hazard needed the ball.

De Bruyne needed the ball.

Lance needed the ball.

Three world-class attackers all preferred operating as focal points.

As a result, Belgium’s offense always seemed to be missing one crucial piece.

Then Ibrahimovi? exploded.

In the 56th minute, he received possession outside the penalty area and unleashed a thunderous strike.

1-1.

The Swedish superstar dragged his team level.

Five minutes later, Sweden won a corner.

The delivery flew into the box.

Ibrahimovi? suddenly twisted his body and improvised a stunning scorpion-kick finish.

1-2.

A brace.

The Swedish supporters erupted.

After scoring, Ibrahimovi? deliberately ran toward Lance.

”Lance, how was that goal?”

”Get lost.”

Lance waved him away impatiently.

If anyone else had spoken to him like that, Ibrahimovi? might have exploded.

But toward Lance, the famously arrogant striker showed unusual respect.

He simply laughed and jogged away.

Sweden protected their 2-1 lead all the way into the eighty-eighth minute.

The commentators were becoming increasingly pessimistic.

”There isn’t much time remaining.”

”Belgium’s Golden Generation has suffered a major setback in their opening match.”

”Lance, Hazard, and De Bruyne have been unable to unleash their full power together.”

”After Lukaku was substituted, Benteke also wasted several excellent opportunities created by Lance and De Bruyne.”

The guest commentator was even more direct.

”If I were Lance, I’d stop looking for teammates and just shoot everything myself.”

After all, this was the same player who had scored five consecutive goals in a Champions League Final.

Compared to that miracle, a one-goal deficit was nothing.

As stoppage time began, Swedish supporters were already celebrating.

Only Ibrahimovi? remained serious.

”Stay focused!”

”Mark him!”

Nobody understood Lance’s danger better than he did.

Ibrahimovi? feared no one.

But he refused to underestimate Lance.

On Belgium’s sideline, Marc Wilmots was shouting instructions.

”Lance!”

”Push higher!”

”Get into the box!”

The tactical adjustment was simple.

Belgium abandoned patience.

For the final minutes, they switched to a 4-4-2.

Lance moved up front beside Benteke.

Benteke’s job was straightforward.

Win headers.

Occupy defenders.

Create chaos.

The finishing responsibility belonged to Lance.

It was a desperate gamble.

Unexpectedly, it became Belgium’s best attacking setup all night.

”In the dying moments, Belgium has stopped forcing combinations through the middle.”

”They’re sending balls directly into the box.”

”Hazard recycles possession...”

”He finds De Bruyne on the right flank.”

”De Bruyne takes a touch...”

”He crosses!”

The delivery was magnificent.

A curling ball that completely bypassed the defensive line and dropped toward the far post.

The Swedish defenders remained focused on Lance.

Or at least they thought they were.

Because Lance wasn’t in the penalty area.

He was standing near the top of the box moments earlier.

No danger.

No problem.

Then a shadow appeared.

A blue figure exploded into the air.

Like Hinata Shōyō soaring for a quick attack in Haikyuu!!, he arrived seemingly from nowhere.

”LANCE!!!”

Wait.

A header?

The Swedish defenders froze.

The Belgian bench froze.

Even Wilmots froze.

Since when did Lance score headers?

Nobody had prepared for this.

Nobody expected it.

A grin appeared on Lance’s face.

”I wanted to keep this as a secret weapon.”

”But I guess I’ll reveal it now.”

”I can score headers too.”

Combining Spatial Perception, All-Round Striker Positioning, and elite aerial instincts, Lance perfectly judged the flight of the ball.

Then he attacked it with every ounce of power in his body.

A violent header.

A lion shaking its mane.

The ball became a missile.

It screamed into the net.

GOAL!

The stadium exploded.

Commentators around the world erupted.

Belgian supporters lost their minds.

”LAAAAAANCE!!!”

”Holy crap! God Lance!”

”He can score headers too?!”

”He never even used this in the Champions League Final!”

”What a goal!”

For the first time, football fans witnessed Lance’s aerial ability.

The power.

The timing.

The aggression.

Everything was world-class.

”Lance scores again!”

”A brace!”

”When Belgium desperately needed a hero, Lance delivered with a last-second equalizer!”

The commentators could barely contain themselves.

Many neutral fans didn’t particularly care about Belgium.

But they all wanted to see Lance continue his journey.

His performances were simply too entertaining.

The final whistle arrived shortly afterward.

Belgium 2.

Sweden 2.

The points were shared.

Belgium escaped defeat, but it hardly felt like a victory.

After the first round of matches, Belgium and Sweden were tied in the standings.

Leading the group was Italy.

They had comfortably defeated Ireland 2-0.

That reality created an obvious problem.

Belgium now needed a result against Italy.

A draw would be dangerous.

A loss could be catastrophic.

If Sweden defeated Ireland afterward, Italy and Sweden could advance together.

Belgium’s star-studded Golden Generation might be eliminated in the group stage.

That would be an unimaginable disaster.

Lance could only smile bitterly.

He had originally viewed this tournament as a relatively relaxed challenge.

With players like Hazard and De Bruyne around him, he assumed Belgium would cruise through the group.

Reality proved otherwise.

Belgium was still searching for chemistry.

Too many personnel changes.

Too little understanding.

Compared to Atlético Madrid, their coordination wasn’t even close.

If his teammates had been Atlético’s players, Lance was confident he could have turned the match into a 3-2 victory.

Unfortunately, football didn’t work that way.

After the match, he met Ibrahimovi? near midfield.

The Swedish captain extended his hand.

”Good game.”

”That header was impressive.”

Despite his controversial reputation, Lance actually found Ibrahimovi? refreshingly genuine.

The Swedish star grinned.

”Want to exchange jerseys?”

”Sure.”

”I, Lord Zlatan, officially approve of you.”

Lance nearly rolled his eyes.

Even so, he completed the jersey swap.

Back at his Madrid mansion, another valuable match-worn shirt would soon join his collection.

Ronaldinho.

Messi.

Cristiano Ronaldo.

Wayne Rooney.

Arjen Robben.

Franck Ribéry.

Luka Modri?.

Now Zlatan Ibrahimovi?.

The collection alone was worth a small fortune.

But none of that mattered right now.

The draw against Sweden had changed everything.

Belgium’s next match was no longer important.

It was survival.

Belgium versus Italy.

The marquee showdown of the European Championship group stage.

A true do-or-die battle.

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