Green Destroyer

Chapter 27 The cheers of twenty-four thousand people
"You should pass the ball to me, Nabil!"

When the game progressed to 55 minutes, Lacazette finally couldn't hold back and complained loudly to his strike partner Nabil Fekir.

Fekir, who was 2 years younger than him, patted him on the back:

"I know how you feel, Alexander, but the position just now was not ideal..."

Lacazette interrupted his explanation with a dark face:

"You don't need to worry about this, just pass the ball to me!"

Fekir shrugged his shoulders and shook his head secretly, but felt a little bit sorry for this good partner of the club.

That hateful Mace 33... has driven his best friend to this point! -
When Chen Hao was in a tight siege but calmly chose to assist, the head coach Cartier knew that this young player might be stronger than he imagined.

This No. 33 player posed a difficult problem for his opponent!
In the absence of one man to fight, how many players will Lille use to defend him?

A weak midfielder in front of Chen Hao is obviously useless, and it seems difficult for two people to double-team his progress, but if more than three players are really used to be responsible for his advancement, Lille's defense line is bound to be difficult. There is a huge gap in the account.

And Metz's other two forwards-Falcon and Mecca are not purely soy sauce!

Together, they can score 13 or 14 goals in one season!
Because of an assist by Chen Hao, Lille's defense appeared inconsistent, and at this moment, the situation on the field came back!

Due to the lack of one man to fight, Lille's offensive strength is obviously insufficient. The tall Belgian striker Origi retreated and became a defender. Only Rox and Boufal were left at the front. They were easily defeated by Metz's rear group Separated, there is no way to form an effective cooperation.

Buffal could only force a breakthrough, but before the "French Hazard" had time to enter the 30-meter area of ​​Metz, he was squeezed out of the position by the midfielder Ducoure and fell weakly on the turf!
Dukure caught up with the ball and found Malouda, the core midfielder, with a direct pass. The latter was not overly greedy for the ball, took a few steps along the sidewalk, and decisively kicked in the pass!
He didn't go to find Chen Hao who was under strict guard, but directly hoisted to the restricted area!
The 1.8-meter-five Mecca overwhelmed the 1.7-meter-six Keerxia to find the landing point, and dived to the top in the process of advancing at high speed!
7-0!

The staff at the San Severon Stadium couldn't help shouting out the score, but they saw Lille goalkeeper Enyema leaping sideways and punching Mecca's unexpected and powerful header. out!
Enyema was about to take another step, hugging the rolling football not far away, but saw the most familiar dark red figure stretch out his right foot before the defender made a clearance!

Number 33!
Chen Hao grabs a supplementary shot near the penalty spot!

Enyema's outstretched right hand was in mid-air just like that, and the black and white football rubbed against his fingertips and soared into the air!

A shallow parabola, a soft sound!

"Huh~~"

Chen Hao, who finished the shot in the sprint, took advantage of the opportunity to kneel down to celebrate!
He slid directly from the penalty spot to the corner flag area, where the most diehard fans gather!

He opened his arms wide like that, like a soaring eagle!

He looked down on the world!
He is fearless!

"CHEN! CHEN! CHEN!!!!"

There was a burst of heart-piercing shouts from the stands!

More than 4000 Metz fans, as if they had made an appointment in advance, raised their arms high at the same time, bent down, and made a gesture of worship to him!

They express their highest gratitude to the heroes who saved the Metz club!

The San Severn Stadium, which has always been full of people, at this moment... suddenly fell silent!

Only the radio above the stadium rang with a "ding ding dong dong":

"Current score, Metz 7, Lille 0, goal scorer, Metz player No. 33, Chen and Hao!"
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"he made it?"

At the media table, "L'Equipe" reporter Matthew Dumont muttered, bowed his head and sent a message to his editor-in-chief:
"Leave the space on the front page for tomorrow. I have a strong feeling that maybe soon, this guy... will be able to receive the Golden Globe at our headquarters!"

His muttering was not heard, because there was another loud noise from the mountain torrent bursting the embankment!
"Chen! Chen! Chen!!!"
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"Chen Hao! The goal has been scored!!!!"

In the live broadcast room thousands of miles away, Huang Chaoran yelled out:

"In the 66th minute of the game, he scored his sixth goal of the game, and thus surpassed Lyon striker Lacazette and became No.1 in the league scorer list!"

——Chen Hao and Lacazette also scored 27 league goals, but he did not take a penalty kick and played few games, so the ranking is higher. Of course, the commentator will not explain these when the emotions are high.
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"How do you know that I can't go in?!"

Mecca ran over shaking his head, wrapped his muscular arms around Chen Hao's shoulders, and asked half jokingly:
"Don't you kid look down on my header?!"

Chen Hao laughed and replied:
"Is this shit also my fault? Give me back my previous assists!"

His gaze was suddenly attracted by a huge poster.

On the opposite stand, a huge poster with a full-body color photo of himself was slowly rising up!

Accompanied by the undulating waves of red people, this poster, which almost covered the entire floor of the stands, began to roll like ocean waves!
From east to west, and from west to east, relying purely on the strength of the fans, the poster that required nearly a thousand people to spread was passed around among more than 2 fans!
Metz youth training and full-back Metanier looked at the crazy fans in the stands, and suddenly sighed:
"I played in Metz for 8 years, and this stadium didn't even sound my name. You only played five games here, and let them worship like gods!"
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As if hearing the cheers of Metz fans, Lacazette suddenly became more irritable in the city of Rennes hundreds of kilometers away.

The game has entered the last 20 minutes, but he still failed to open the scoring account. The sense of crisis was like a poisonous snake, which made him unable to calm down.

Now he... is under a lot of pressure!
"Alexander!"

Someone is calling my name?

Lacazette heard voices in his ears, but his mind was still full of noise.

He didn't even hear clearly, it was the shout of his strike partner Fekir.

He only saw a group of black shadows flying towards the turf!

football!

I want to... shoot!
Lacazette's pupils shrank suddenly!
He didn't make any adjustments, his left foot was supported, and when his right leg was rounded, he shot a burst!
"Wow!"

There was a huge noise on the field!

Lacazette looked around, wanting to see the fans' admiration for him, and wanting to hear the praises flying from the sky.

But he was disappointed!
He only saw the black shadow fly directly to the second-floor stands!
He only heard a burst of boos from the home team Rennes fans!
His calf suddenly became stiff, but his knees softened without warning, and he sat down involuntarily!
After fighting for 70 minutes... he actually had cramps!
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"No! I don't want to end! Coach!"

Although it was impossible to hear Lacazette's voice at a distance of more than 40 meters, Lyon coach Galtier knew the player's mood.

Galtier hesitated, but still did not let the substitute play.

But after a simple leg press, Lacazette only ran for 3 minutes before stopping again.

This shooter who wanted to keep his league golden boot honor... still lost to his own feet!
He could only reluctantly accept the ending of being replaced!

Lacazette, who sat back on the bench, pulled his teammates for the first time:

"How about it?"

The young teammate's face was obviously not very good-looking:
"He, he, he...a few minutes ago another..."

Lacazette's muscles seemed to collapse in an instant!

He could only clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and cursed:
"Lao Tzu... I'm so fucking miserable!"

(End of this chapter)