Shook!
The stadium with nearly 20,000 people shook like an earthquake!
"Julien!"
The moment the ball hit the net, this name became the only word for the Bastia fans.
Over and over again!
Julien ran toward the north stand, pointing with both hands at the roaring fans in the stands, shouting, "Pour Bastia!!!"
Then he passionately beat the badge on his chest.
His teammates rushed over, joining Julien in roaring "Pour Bastia" toward the stands.
The fans were now so excited their faces were flushed red—they hadn't expected this goal to come so quickly, not even a minute had passed.
With their blood surging, they shouted along with Julien.
"For Bastia!!"
"Bastia!"
One voice after another, like heavy hammers pounding everyone's heart.
"GOOOAL!!! Julien DEE ROCCA!!!" The commentator kept shouting these words. After a while, he calmed down, "Dieu! Mon dieu! What did I just see? Is this still Rocca? Who said Rocca was slow? If this is slow, what are the others? Oh, Dieu!"
On the sideline, Hadzibegic excitedly hugged his assistant coaches and the substitute players.
This goal came too quickly!
They, like the Châteauroux players, simply hadn't reacted.
Julien's explosive run this time was completely beyond so many people's expectations.
Clairefontaine.
Mbappé was still lost in Julien's explosive pace. He saw Julien's speed and his ball control ability at high speed, and couldn't help but be mesmerized.
In Julien, he saw the ultimate form of a winger.
Extremely fast dribbling speed, superior ball control ability.
"Julien is too perfect."
Little Mbappé was stunned. How could he ever catch up to Julien's level?
Even in speed, his pride and joy, he no longer had the advantage.
At this moment.
Mbappé suddenly understood why, during their first meeting, Julien had told him, "But if you want to play winger well, you need to practice more technique. Speed alone won't cut it."
At that time, he had been somewhat unconvinced, and replied to Julien, "As long as you're fast enough, there's no one you can't beat."
Julien hadn't replied to him, just smiled.
Now, after seeing Julien's speed, Mbappé couldn't help but blush. At that time, Julien probably really saw him as an ignorant child.
Also, at Clairefontaine.
But in the national team office building, Blanc stayed in his office to watch this match.
He made a phone call, "See, I didn't lie to you. His speed was never slow—he was just controlling it because of his adductor injury."
The other end replied something.
Blanc laughed, "Yes, I will bring him. This is also France's hope, isn't it?"
This goal's impact was enormous.
Too many teams watching Julien changed their minds at this moment, from optional lottery tickets to must-have acquisitions.
Cesari Stadium.
Châtaigner watched Châteauroux coach Boucher's devastation and burst into laughter.
This might become the easiest match on Bastia's road to the championship.
When the final whistle blows, Bastia's 44-year watch will end!
Ligue 2 champions!
Ligue 1!
Bastia is coming!!
After the Bastia players finished celebrating, the fans were still chanting Julien's name.
Julien and his teammates walked toward the center circle.
Rothen smiled, "You sneaky kid, you hid it well. I never knew you could run this fast."
Julien felt the changes in his body and smiled bitterly, "After two major adductor injuries, I couldn't. This time I forced the acceleration—I need to take it easy."
Rothen's smile faded as he patted Julien's shoulder, "Be careful. You know how important you are to the team now. Don't charge like that again later—we're already ahead."
"Mm."
Julien nodded. He wasn't lying—he really needed to take it easy.
Having just used berserk mode, with triple energy consumption, his heart was racing and felt like it might explode.
And he could feel his thigh muscles heating up—it was like a warning of excessive load.
Last time with the national team, it was just a momentary burst, but this time he had sprinted for several seconds.
Only now did Julien truly understand the meaning of that line in the physical enhancement details: "Increased physical stress, increased injury probability."
Without matching physical capabilities, using berserk mode resulted in more than just triple energy consumption.
Most terrifyingly, the body could barely handle such pressure.
He still needed to train.
But he also felt that even at extreme speed, he still had that comfortable control over the football.
This made him once again marvel at what 90 ball control meant—it was too strong!
Why was Ronaldo so strong back then?
Because he could perform freakish moves like the step-over at high speed.
People who can control the ball at high speed are all monsters.
Now, he was one of them too.
He could even do the step-over, but his knees would definitely be the first to object.
Whistle!
Châteauroux kicked off again.
In the wild celebration of Cesari Stadium, the Châteauroux players played very nervously, unable to let loose.
Especially falling behind at the start made them lose confidence in this match.
Thoughts of giving up began to grow in the players' minds.
After all, losing this match wouldn't put Châteauroux at risk of relegation.
Instead, facing a team like Bastia that seemed impossible to beat made them feel even more challenged.
Losing would be much simpler.
Twelve minutes later.
When four defensive players surrounded Julien, he passed the ball to Rothen's feet. Rothen made a through pass, and Maoulida followed up with a powerful shot that found the net.
2-0.
At this point, the Châteauroux players had calmly accepted this result.
"Too easy! This is Bastia's dominance in the second half of this season, thanks entirely to Julien's return."
"Given the current situation, I think Bastia fans can completely celebrate their second Ligue 2 championship in club history, and their return to Ligue 1 after seven years!"
The commentator didn't need to say more.
At this moment, Bastia was already in full celebration!!
Not just the north stand.
Not just Cesari, but countless streets in Bastia, even fishermen listening to radio broadcasts on their boats.
All were cheering.
44 years of waiting finally received an answer tonight.
Bastia's answer came in the form of goals, victory, and passion that set the entire sea ablaze!!
A championship trophy!
And more—a genius player's roar from Bastia, from Corsica—
"Pour Bastia!!!"
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