Green Destroyer

Chapter 68 The Chosen Son Turns Out to Be Him!
"Five goals in halftime! Chen Ritian is unstoppable!"

"Blood on the sword! The king of China bloodbathed the overlord of football!"

"Facing the butcher knife, why is the bloody Barcelona vulnerable?"

"Invincible long shot! He came from outer space!"

"Hello, friend! He turned the place of the decisive battle into a personal concert!"

"Conquer Calderon! He made [-] Atletico Madrid fans worship him!"

"Despair! For the first time in his life, the club king experienced this kind of emotion!"

"The walking dead! Barcelona fans are heartbroken tonight!"

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When the first half ended with a score of 6-1, various media outlets were scrambling to publish their articles, regardless of the next 45-minute contest.

Even the media in Catalonia lost interest in cheering for Barcelona at this moment. After all, they could not see the hope of Barcelona reversing the score in the second half.
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"I've actually been wanting to suggest to you, design a few more celebration actions..."

In the home team's dressing room, Griezmann said so.

Chen Hao smiled calmly:
"That's... too tiring."

Griezmann's cheeks couldn't help twitching:
What does this bastard mean... is he saying that if you celebrate every goal you score, the game will be too tiring?

Simeone patted Chen Hao on the shoulder:

"You dominated the game in the first half, are you satisfied with your performance?"

Chen Hao raised his eyebrows:
"What are you trying to say, coach? Do you want me to rest early? Or do you want me to keep trying?"

Simeone smiled and said nothing, but the assistant coach behind him, the fat Herman Boggs, pointed to the tablet in his hand:

"In another game that just ended, Real Madrid beat Espanyol 6-0. Ronaldo scored five goals alone. I thought, maybe you would be interested?"

Chen Hao couldn't help laughing out loud:

"Mr. Fatty, you are really a great psychologist!"
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The referee Laos moved his chin, but still felt a little soreness in his cheek.

It's a tough job!

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
I blew so many whistles in the first half that my cheeks were almost swollen. I hope the second half... can be more peaceful!

He thought so, and then blew the whistle:

"drop!"

Laos was about to spit out the whistle just now, but he glanced at the player standing inside the center circle and gave up the plan.

Sure enough, he was right.

Just three seconds later, the referee puffed up his cheeks again and blew hard!
"drop!!!!!"

The result of letting Atletico Madrid kick off is that the score changed from 6-1 to 7-1!
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MD!

This is simply cheating!
Enrique kicked away the mineral water on the ground!

He was so angry that he wanted to pull out his curly hair!

How much lip service he spent during the halftime break, how much chicken soup he instilled in the players, such as Manchester United's black three miracles, Istanbul night, the magical Deportivo, and even Tracy McGrady moved out in 35 seconds and 13 minutes before he could barely Some morale was regained, but... before they even had time to implement their adjusted tactics, they were once again shattered by Chen Hao's seemingly effortless shot!

Enrique sighed, sat stiffly on the coach's bench, and never went to the sidelines to point fingers. As for the tactical board brought by the assistant coach, he even didn't even look at it.

This game...he has completely given up! -
The head coach gave up, but there were others who didn't.

In the 9th minute of the second half, Neymar suffered a defensive foul when he cut in from the left, and Barcelona won a direct free kick in a good position.

The new king of Brazil and the crown prince of Barcelona didn't waste this opportunity, they made a beautiful curve ball and hit the dead corner of the goal!

Oblak was beyond his reach, and Barcelona tenaciously pulled back a victory!
2-7!
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"why?"

Chen Hao placed the ball at the kick-off point, and slowly took three steps back.

Looking at the Barcelona players facing the enemy, he shook his head:
"I didn't want to bully people too much. I wanted to accept it as soon as I saw it. I wanted to save a little face for everyone, but... why did you force me like this?!"

He obviously couldn't complete such a complicated sentence in Spanish, so he simply used Mandarin.

So, he was just pretending to be himself.

Mathieu and Busquets stood at both ends of the goal, one left and one right, trying to seal all dead corners.

But Chen Hao surprised them again this time!

He kicked a... C-stroke!
The black and white football soared into the sky from under his feet, climbed rapidly, and then fell rapidly, drawing a very steep arc in the air!

He calculated the timing perfectly, and the moment Busquets took off, the ball jumped from his feet into the goal!

8-2!

It is not only the area where the beam and the column intersect is called a dead corner, the position where the column meets the ground is also defenseless! -
The stubborn Neymar finally gave up resistance!
Because he has no idea how to deal with that monster!

I desperately snatched a free kick opportunity, but the opponent pulled back the point difference effortlessly!
A long shot from 50 meters... He kicked it easier than a penalty kick!
With such an opponent, anyone would be desperate!
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Barcelona, ​​which had completely lost their fighting spirit, was in a slump, but the soldiers of Atletico Madrid did not show any mercy.

Although Atletico Madrid is not Real Madrid, there doesn't seem to be much grievance and hatred between them and Barcelona, ​​but as a quasi-rich team that wants to aspire to the top, who doesn't want to rub the Cosmos team that just dominated Europe... on the ground? !

The last 30 minutes of the game were almost horrible. Torres and Griezmann, who came off the bench, scored successively. Even the defensive iron guard Godin scored a header. The game turned into a massacre!

The most chilling thing is that Chen Hao, who had completed the Seven Stars in the first 60 minutes, made persistent efforts and staged another hat-trick, locking his personal goals in a single game...to ten goals!
Barcelona goalkeeper Ter Stegen has already collapsed!

If it wasn't for them not being able to make substitutions, he would have killed himself!

The referee Laos couldn't bear to watch the massacre continue. Not only did he not increase the injury time, he even blew the final whistle half a minute earlier:

"Drip! Drip! Drip!!!"

Amidst the deafening singing at the Calderón Stadium, the Barcelona players and coaches all lowered their heads, hurriedly got into the player tunnel, and fled this sad place impatiently!
On the big screen in the main stand, a bloody score was left:
Atletico Madrid: 14!

Barcelona: 2!
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At the post-match press conference, Simeone and Chen Hao did not see representatives from Barcelona, ​​not even a physical coach or team doctor.

Simeone laughed out loud three times:
"I can understand their feelings, so I will not make any comments, I just need to say one sentence."

He pointed to his temple:

"I am truly a chosen person of God! The chosen one is me!"

"Emmmm?"

The more than 100 reporters in the audience were collectively stunned.

Am I right?
Even Chen Hao who was sitting on the stage couldn't help frowning.

Brother, are you crazy?

How could the chosen one be you?
If you are the chosen one, will I be able to be God's father?
Just listen to Simeone explaining unhurriedly:
"Of course I am the chosen one, otherwise... why would I meet such a nearly invincible player? As long as he shows 50% of his strength in every game, our Atletico Madrid will never be defeated!"

Chen Hao couldn't help moving the corners of his mouth, revealing a gratified smile.

More than 100 reporters were all deeply moved by Simeone's superb IQ.

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

　On November 11th, the list of rewards: one knife 14 click to send, 999; Jin Yuanbao, 100; Tony Geng, 100, thank you for your support!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)