Green Destroyer

Chapter 7 It only takes three seconds for a real man!

"Wow, Metz put on a newcomer in the 78th minute, yes, you read that right, this is an Asian face, if I remember correctly, this is the first one to play in Ligue [-] Chinese players!"

In the live broadcast room of French state television, the commentator Ricky Chahn was a little taken aback.

The guest commentator sitting next to him is Christopher Dugarry, a famous French football player and a member of the 98 World Cup winning team. He did not give Charn face:
"Then you must have misremembered. In my impression, there was a Chinese player who played in Ligue [-] more than ten years ago."

Charn didn't feel embarrassed, but spread his hands indifferently:
"Sorry, I must be too young. I just entered high school more than ten years ago! From the data point of view, this Chinese is not yet 17 years old. In the Ligue 14 debut record, he can probably be ranked [-]th. In front of him are Zouma and Hazard..."
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Chen Hao didn't know how the local TV station commented on him, and he didn't even know that his predecessor Li Jinyu had played 1998 games for the Nancy team in 6. He just accepted the fourth official's inspection of the studs and shin guards according to the regulations. of the check and then come off the bench.

As he ran towards the middle circle, he conveyed the coach's tactical adjustments to his teammates:

"Two sides go forward! Strengthen the attack!"

His gestures are not difficult to understand, even the narrator behind the screen can see clearly.

"Mace wants to make an all-out attack?"

Charn shook his head, obviously not optimistic about the weak team's choice.

Dugarry shrugged:

"Do they have other options?"
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The side that lost the ball re-kicks off, which is of course the simplest rule.

Chen Hao is standing in the middle circle now, and his teammate and main forward Modibo Mecca is stepping on the ball.

On the opposite side a few meters away, there are many stars of Paris Saint-Germain:
6400万欧元的卡瓦尼、4300万的帕斯托雷、4000万的小卢卡斯、1200万的维拉蒂、800万的马图伊迪，更远处还有1500万的迪涅、600万的范德维尔、4200万的蒂亚戈·席尔瓦、以及5000万的大卫·路易斯……

"drop!"

The referee blew his whistle and exited the center circle.

Mecca pushed the ball, turned and ran forward.

Now that he is two goals behind, defense has long been meaningless to Metz. As a forward, Mecca must devote all his energy to offense.

Except for the two central defenders, the Metz players, including the full-backs, all pressed forward collectively, trying to get a goal back as soon as possible.

The Paris Saint-Germain team was obviously a little slack. They neither retreated quickly and started to deploy, nor did they immediately press on the Metz players. They just maintained the most basic formation loosely.

Even when Metz's main striker Mecca crossed the center circle and was about to insert into the hinterland of Paris, Matuidi followed from a distance alone.

very good!

There's room here!
Can anyone send me a straight plug? !
Mecca roared in his heart.

Of course, he didn't believe that his teammates and himself would have a good understanding, so he stretched out his left hand, pointing obliquely forward, indicating that the teammates behind him saw the space, and at the same time turned his head slightly, wanting to observe the route of the ball, so as to adjust his next move.

He only turned his head halfway before he heard an all-too-familiar dull sound:
"Oh!"

And then...he saw a billowing black shadow soaring into the sky!

"Whoosh!"

Not far behind the black shadow, the yellow-skinned little guy who had just played hadn't even retracted his right foot yet! -
"Metz kicked off, Mecca passed to Chen Hao, Chen Hao observed it, and passed to the one behind..."

The domestic commentator Huang Chaoran was chanting the same "kick-off line" reflexively, but his brain suddenly felt a sharp pain, forcing his mouth to correct it immediately:
"Chen Hao... shot directly!"
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"Shoot directly in the middle circle? Are you kidding me!"

France's Charn also nearly jumped:
"He thought he was Beckham in his prime? He thought the Parisian goalkeepers were idiots from their country?!"

The French have always spoken very fast, especially those who can do football commentary.

When Charn finished breathing in one breath, less than three seconds passed on the court.

Then he looked at the black and white ball, it just spun and hit the crossbar of the home team's goal, and bounced hard into the goal!
The Paris second goalkeeper Dochesz, who couldn't react in time and could only retreat hard, sat down in the net!

"Hey?!"

"This shit can also enter?!"

More than 4 home fans collectively uttered a huge exclamation, which completely suppressed the scattered shouts of the away fans!
In this huge exclamation, the 17-year-old boy who had just played for three seconds opened his arms on the middle circle line!
The high-definition lens has already been focused and aligned, and even every hair on his mouth is clearly captured.

It's a pity that they couldn't understand Chen Hao's Mandarin:

"The good show...has just begun!"
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"2-3! The Metz team scored a goal! The Chinese teenager Chen Hao, who came off the bench, scored his first goal in Ligue [-] in just three seconds!"

Huang Chaoran's emotions rose uncontrollably:
"This is also the first goal of a Chinese player in Ligue 17! Chen Hao, who is under [-] years old, only took three seconds to complete the feat that his senior, the top scorer of the Chinese Super League, Li Jinyu failed to accomplish!"

In the chat room of the website, "666666" and various words of praise have already been flying.

"Scoring a goal within three seconds of playing, this operation is a lot of 6!"

"Shoot directly from the middle circle! Beckham is possessed!"

"Metz's coaching level is really not good. Chen Hao's shooting skills are so good that he was not allowed to play until the penultimate round!"

"This kick established Chen Hao's absolute main position in the Metz team!"

"What kind of Metz's main force! He still wants to go to a higher platform, such as our Real Madrid!"

"What are you going to Real Madrid for? He beat Cristiano the goalkeeper? Why don't you come to our Barcelona, ​​Boss Mei will feed you cakes yourself, just thinking about it will make you climax!"

"MMP, Alain Perrin is such a waste, he is French, why doesn't he know that there are such strong Chinese players in Ligue 1? If he had known that Chen Hao should have been recruited into the national team in January, otherwise the national football team would not have opened in the Asian Cup. Go low!"

"Go away upstairs! Talk about your sister's national team!"

Chen Zhiyuan, who was far away in his hometown in Sichuan, was even more excited. He and his eldest son Chen Xu held up the wine glasses and drank with their necks raised.

Perhaps it was too much joy. Looking at Chen Hao, who raised his arms high and smiled all over his face in the camera, his mother Wang Xiaoqing shed tears uncontrollably, causing the two elders in the family to hand over tissues in a hurry.

The voice of the commentator in the computer is still echoing:

"It's the first time to play in Ligue [-], to score a goal with the first touch of the ball, and to face a super giant like Paris Saint-Germain! The Chinese teenager has engraved his name in the history of Ligue [-] among!

look!Chen Hao, who scored his first goal in his career, was still not satisfied. He quickly ran to the goal of Paris, and fished out the football he just scored from the net. The football...hasn't even stopped rolling! "
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Chen Hao stepped on the ball heavily on the center line, and then slowly exited the center circle.

He looked at Cavani and Pastore with blank faces, and showed a faint smile.

Yes, the fun has just begun, so don't give up!
(End of this chapter)