Green Destroyer

Chapter 25 Not Enough!
An hour before the start of the Ligue [-] final match, Rennes, a city in northwestern France.

Lyon striker Lacazette, who had just arrived at the Lorient Road Stadium, was asked such a question by the reporter who greeted him:
"Alexander, do you have anything to say about Metz player Chen Hao's declaration a week ago?"

Lacazette had no expression on his face:
"I've answered it many times, football is played with both feet."

Before the reporter asked again, he had already put on his earphones and walked quickly to the court.

The moment he walked into the locker room, he couldn't help punching the wall.

Damn!

This season of the Lyon team was originally smooth, but since entering 2015, the team's state has experienced ups and downs inexplicably. second.

That's all, his own 27 goals have always been the top scorer, and the second-ranked Giannik is obviously unable to catch up, but, but, but... The Metz team doesn't know how to do it. Where did this brat want to steal the honor of the league's Golden Boot in the last round of the league? !
Lacazette clenched his fists fiercely, arousing infinite motivation in his heart.

In this game... I must score a goal!

If one is not enough, then two!

I, Alexandre Lacazette, even if my legs are cramped and I lose consciousness today, I will smash your kid's face with a goal!
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"Pretty!"

After guessing the coin, Metz's field captain Malouda smiled and walked towards his teammates.

He showed his white teeth to Chen Hao, and threw the football over:

"Chen, I guessed wrong, so let's kick off first."

Chen Hao stretched out his foot and gently unloaded the ball:

"Do you want to guess again, can I kick this ball in?"

Malouda spat, and then the black face laughed:
"I'm not fooled!"
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"Viewers and friends, thank you for opening our live broadcast room at three o'clock in the morning. What you are watching now is the final match of the 2014-15 Ligue [-] season. Metz is playing at home against Lille."

Huang Chaoran sat in his live broadcast room again.

The guest Li Jinyu is still sitting beside him:
"As a newly promoted team, the Metz team performed very badly in most of the games, and they were in the quagmire of relegation for nearly 20 rounds. The head coach Cartier was once in danger of dismissing get out of class. Gaining consecutive goals with a nearly crazy trend, as of this battle, Metz's ranking in the standings has risen to 18th. As long as this game is tied, the current ranking can be maintained.

Lille is the opposite of Metz's situation. Before the 30th round, they have been performing very well. They once formed a championship echelon with Paris Saint-Germain, Lyon, Marseille, and Monaco, but they seem to be weak in the last few rounds , currently only ranked tenth, belonging to the carefree mid-range position. "

"drop!"

Huang Chaoran's eyes were fixed on the live broadcast screen, and he naturally started a formal explanation:
"Okay, the referee blows the whistle, Metz kicks off, and Chen Hao shoots directly!"

After a pause of less than two seconds, his voice rose an octave again:

"The goal is scored! The Metz team opened the scoring!"
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"Damn! Why are there so many people today!"

When the game was about to start, Mo Xiaohao and his friends were still looking for seats in a panic in the stands of the San Severon Stadium.

In the last few rounds of the home games of the Metz team, he came to the scene without landing a game, but he never saw the stadium crowded with spectators.

This made him obviously uncomfortable, so that he couldn't find his seat for a long time.

"Found it, it's this row!"

He checked the seat number on the ticket again, tried his best to separate the crowd, and moved towards his seat with difficulty.

After finally squeezing out a corridor, he felt a huge shadow before he had time to sit down!

"Wow!"

Accompanied by a huge cheer, all the fans around suddenly jumped up!

Then came the unanimous cry:

"Chen! Chen! Chen!"

Mo Xiaohao jumped onto his seat suddenly, and swept his eager eyes towards the arena, just in time to see that crimson figure!
No. 33, Chen Hao!

He stood in the middle of the stadium, stretched out his arms flatly, and waved upward towards the more than 2 fans in the surrounding stands.

not enough!

not enough!

This applause...isn't loud enough!

This cheering...is not violent enough!
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"A team with Chen Hao is equivalent to leading 1-0 at the beginning!"

Li Jinyu clicked his tongue in admiration.

Huang Chaoran said:

"If you want to prevent him from scoring in the opening game, I am afraid there is only one way, and that is to deliberately lose when guessing coins, so as to grab the kick-off right to your own feet!"

The two commentators laughed tacitly at the same time.

"Less than two seconds after the start of the game, Chen Hao scored his 22nd league goal this season, only 5 goals away from Lacazette, who is the top scorer!"

There is only a gap of 5 goals!

He said it so confidently and naturally, and most of the audience who watched it seemed to take it for granted.

Yes, there is only a difference of 5 goals, so what is there to worry about? ! -
Although Lille can be regarded as a veteran team in Ligue [-] and won the league and cup double four years ago, it always seems to be slightly inferior to the wealthy Paris Saint-Germain, or the deep-rooted Marseille and Lyon. It can be seen from today's big list.

Take a look at their bench, except for one goalkeeper, there are only two substitutes!

You can probably imagine why they performed poorly in the second half of the league.

The sudden wave of injuries in 2015 made them not even able to make up the 18-man roster!
Relying on this broken lineup, they were swept 4-0 by Marseille and humiliated by Paris 6-1. Even Saint-Etienne and Toulouse in the relegation zone scored three points on them.

In the 35th round of the league, there were only 6 people left on their bench. In the 36th round, another one was accidentally injured. By the end of this final match, they had only three substitutes left!
How bad is their lineup?
身高只有176的右边后卫科尔夏充当中后卫，中场四名大将没有一个超过175——盖耶174、马武巴172，布法尔170，巴尔蒙则只有可怜的168！

With such a lineup, standing in front of Chen Hao, who is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 78 kilograms, even if he is really close to defending, he can easily knock him away, right?
Sure enough, let alone defending Chen Hao, Chen Hao even steals the ball from Boufal's feet very easily!
Boufal, who has a flexible body and is good at dribbling, is the dribbler of Ligue 60 this season. He is also called "another Hazard" because of his similar style. However, he weighs less than [-]kg when facing Chen Hao Defensively, trying to go one-on-one!

Chen Hao just leaned close to the body lightly, and before he even made a strong impact, the opponent lost his balance and lost the ball in an instant!
He immediately turned around and stuck the position, then took the ball and rushed into a group of midfielders with an average height of 170 without any scruples!
Unreasonable crushing!
Gaye, who was relatively the strongest, pulled ten meters without stopping Chen Hao. He was about to rush into the penalty area, so he could only grit his teeth and shovel, but Chen Hao took the lead and shot!
A voluptuous shot!

The 1.7-meter-six Keerxia was born as a full-back. Faced with such a fierce shot, his first reaction was of course not to block the hole without hesitation, but to shrink his neck without hesitation and turn around. !
You fucking don't kick me!

He roared in his heart!
This is the last round of the league, tomorrow is a leisurely holiday, don't you fucking shoot me!
Can you get 6 or 7... what does it matter to me?
The strong wind swept past the restricted area, but Kersha breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw that his goalkeeper had spread his hands and kicked the turf helplessly.

Goals...it's that easy!
In the 3rd minute of the game, Metz led 2-0 at home!

(End of this chapter)