Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 102 Hat trick! (fifth update)

The 73th minute of the game.

After Pogba was shaken away by Xhaka's fake move, his head got hot and he stretched out his foot and stepped on Xhaka's instep.

Xhaka instantly fell to the ground and screamed.

After all, being stepped on by FG's big spike sneakers, the sour feeling was simply indescribable, and he felt the excruciating pain.

A clear stampede foul.

Players from both sides were very excited and immediately surrounded and pushed each other.

Chu Feng also hurriedly came over. After all, no matter what the situation is on the court, he must protect his teammates first.

The referee also blew the whistle quickly to separate the crowd.

"In this case, at least it's a yellow card."

"Eh?"

"The referee directly showed a red card and Pogba was expelled!"

"This is hugely bad news for Manchester United!"

"Facing the already crazy Arsenal, Manchester United was already at a disadvantage, and now there is one less person to fight. The next 20 minutes are destined to be very difficult!"

"If you want to keep the score, I'm afraid it's"

Pogba returned to the locker room depressed. He knew that his recklessness might bring unbearable costs to Manchester United, but he just couldn't control himself.

"Wenger made another substitution adjustment, replacing Xhaka with Welbeck and Kolasinac with Giroud."

"Both are very offensive players. Arsenal needs to add fulcrums in the penalty area and enrich the offensive methods in the frontcourt. This is a very beautiful substitution."

"Hey, Mourinho doesn't strengthen his defense? What is he waiting for?"

After the chaos on the pitch subsided, the game resumed.

Arsenal continued to launch a stormy offensive.

Quick pass!

Switch positions!

Attack the ribs!

Even as a frontcourt player, Chu Feng felt tired, not to mention the tremendous pressure on Manchester United's defensive players. He was probably too tired to speak.

They feel like they are small boats floating in the ocean, and may be overturned by the huge waves at any time.

Chu Feng knew that if he wanted to break the game, he had to score another goal, so he could only keep running.

Pressing, assisting defense, and supporting.

The 76th minute of the game.

Sanchez attacked Valencia from the wing and passed directly.

Giroud blocked the landing position and directly shook his head to attack the goal.

boom!

As a dull sound sounded, the football went straight to the left side of the goal.

At the critical moment, De Gea once again made a magical save, and he was able to pull the ball out with his fingers.

"Welbeck's follow-up shot in the penalty area hit De Gea again, a beautiful second consecutive save!"

"Arsenal got a chance from a corner kick on the left and Sanchez passed it to the back post!"

"Rojo was the first to clear the ball with a header. During this period, Manchester United played very hard and was basically suppressed in the penalty area and unable to move."

Zhan Jun's heart has never calmed down, and people's scalps are numb.

Mourinho clenched his hands hidden in his pockets. He knew that he would not be able to defend the game if he replaced defensive players rashly, and would end up with a draw or a failure.

So he is betting that Manchester United can score another goal!

The 83th minute of the game.

Arsenal started a crazy passing mode, constantly lifting the football into the penalty area.

But they vaguely felt something was wrong

Although our side occupies the absolute advantage on the scene, from the subtle psychological point of view of the battle between the two sides, it was Manchester United's defense that resisted Arsenal's attack.

Their mentality started to become unbalanced, more like the more stressed side.

With one less player, Manchester United persisted for more than ten minutes and gradually adapted to Arsenal's offensive intensity.

Rojo, who returned from injury, once again blocked Bellerin's cross, and the football fell to the left side of the ribs.

Ramsey was just about to stop the ball when a face suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

ferocious!

That was Chu Feng who was exhausted to the extreme.

He was breathing heavily and waving his arms, showing not excitement but a terrifying intensity. Ramsey was already weak in his ability to escape, and now he couldn't react and was forcefully knocked aside by Chu Feng.

"Chu Feng! Beautiful steal!"

"His running distance has exceeded 12 kilometers, and now he finally got the reward, winning the ball back in the midfield!"

“Manchester United’s counterattack!!!”

Arsenal players immediately launched a counterattack.

However, because they replaced Xhaka and Kolasinac one after another, there was insufficient number of midfielders to form a complete encirclement.

Facing the dead man's pressing, Chu Feng saw the figures of the team members and pushed the arch of his feet violently.

Snapped!

The ball shot out like an arrow from a string, penetrating Arsenal's porous defense.

"Pass it back again!"

The hoarse sound echoed in the Emirates Stadium, and Lingard heard the words and sent the simplest pass.

Chu Feng squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, dug his spikes into the turf, and raised his legs to bring out the fine soil.

Step, step, step!

As his feet landed, he burst out with terrifying speed.

The billboards in my peripheral vision became blurry!

No more skill required, just a sharp thrust forward.

There seems to be a hurricane at the Emirates Stadium!

Koscielny was haunted by his previous reckless attack, so he chose a conservative defensive approach.

But I didn’t expect Chu Feng to be so unreasonable

He only felt his eyes flash, and Chu Feng had already passed by him. He quickly turned around and ran wildly, trying to intercept in advance in the penalty area.

Tens of thousands of fans held their breath and stared at the running boy.

They seemed to recall another Manchester United No. 7, who once broke through countless opponents' defense lines with such lightning speed.

After Chu Feng completed his forceful pass, he continued to move forward with a sullen face, gritted teeth, and lowered his head.

His breathing became more rapid and faster.

With a speed of 35.11km/h, Koscielny is one of the fastest central defenders in football.

As the distance between the two continues to shrink.

Lukaku anxiously shouted for the ball from the side.

But suddenly there was an explosion on the green field, and everyone's heart trembled.

boom!

The football rubbed Koscielny's toes and Cech's fingertips, like a shell fired into the lower right corner of the goal.

Mourinho opened his mouth.

Wenger's face was full of surprise.

The whole Emirates Stadium was deathly silent, but the whole world was cheering.

1-3! ! !

Chu Feng lay weakly on the ground, his chest heaving violently.

He looked at the countless spotlights falling from the sky and narrowed his eyes slightly. His long black hair was wet with sweat and fell onto the emerald green turf.

Opportunities don’t just wait!

After a while.

The Red Devils fans stared at Manchester United No. 7 lying on the ground, trembling with excitement and making a deafening sound.

This is a goal worth thousands of dollars.

Chu Feng showed a bright smile, couldn't help but open his arms, and listened indulgently and even greedily to the cheers for him.

And the Manchester United players also ran over like crazy.

"Hat trick, damn, I haven't scored three goals in a single game until now. It's really irritating!"

"Chu, you did it, you really did it!"

　thanks for your support.

　　

　　

　

(End of this chapter)