It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 145 Chapter 143 Cut off a little conscience in exchange for ambition (I)

The Golden Crow carried the scorching sun and flew from Fusang to Yugu.

After several reincarnations, time quickly came to October 10th.

The 2010 South Africa World Cup qualifiers have entered their final round.

"Station, station, you are watching the 2010 World Cup qualifiers, France vs. Austria at home in Group G."

“两队历史上交手共22次，法国队11胜2平9负，进36球失39球稍占上风。”

"The two teams met twice in the World Cup finals, with France winning 1982-1 in Spain in 0 and losing on penalties in Italy in 1934."

"The two teams met three times in the World Cup qualifiers, with Austria winning one and losing two. In the 3 World Cup qualifiers in the United States, France defeated their opponent both home and away but ultimately failed to qualify."

“本届世预赛首回合交手，法国队客场1比3输掉比赛。洲际比赛中两队交手2次，法国队主场5比2，客场4比2两战皆胜。”

"The French team made major adjustments to its lineup in this game."

"Goalkeeper Lori started the game. At the same time, France's defense was completely rotated compared to last weekend's game. Fani, Escudé, Squillaci and Clichy got the chance to start."

"Both defensive midfielders Toulalan and Lassana Diarra were rested, Moussa Sissoko and Alou Diarra played, and Malouda started on the left."

"Charles is the only midfielder to start following last weekend's game."

"On the front line, Henry returns to the front line and continues to start, and Benzema finally gets a chance to start as a center forward."

"Here are the match rosters for both teams:"

“法国(4-4-2)：1-洛里/7-法尼、4-埃斯库德、17-斯奎拉奇、13-克利希/10-夏尔、6-穆萨·西索科、18-阿劳·迪亚拉、15-马卢达/12-亨利、8-本泽马。”

“奥地利(4-4-2)：1-帕耶尔/16-沙尔纳、5-福齐斯、4-帕托卡、2-德拉戈维奇/13-卡夫拉克、10-延茨切尔、15-鲍姆加尔特林格、6-佩赫利万/17-延科、11-马耶霍夫。”

The referee looked down at the watch on his wrist. As time ran out, he finally blew the whistle to start the game.

France has the ball.

Pechlivan followed Ciel closely.

Although his name means lion, he dare not underestimate Charles, who is only one year younger than him.

Before the pre-match list was announced, he still had a fluke mentality, thinking that the French team's forwards' ability to score goals was not so stable, and perhaps Domenegge would choose to move Charles to the front line. After all, he had done such a thing before.

But when the long list came out, he almost jumped up.

As the first line of defense against Charles, it would be a miracle if he could defend against Charles.

Although Austria won't even qualify for the World Cup play-offs regardless of whether they win or lose this game, he also wants to perform better.

Glancing at Charles not far away, Pehlivan thought for a moment and decided to give Charles some secret burgers during the halftime break so that he wouldn't have to pass by him all the time...

Right from the start of the game, the French team began to press Austria. The ball stayed in the Austrian half, or even stayed not far from their penalty area, being passed back and forth.

Clichy kicked the ball to Malouda who was not far away. Facing Austria's defensive bus tactics, Malouda failed to dribble past the opponent, and finally he pulled the inside of his right foot and passed the ball to Diarra again.

Charles couldn't help but frown as he looked at the situation on the field.

All nine Austrian players were pressed against the penalty area. The defense looked extremely thin, like a piece of paper that could be broken with a single poke.
But at the same time, their forwards kept cruising in the encirclement of French players, looking for an opportunity to break through.

What the French team needs to do now is not to continue to press their formation, but to try to lure their players out and make plans when their defense is loose and chaotic.

Glancing at Pehlivan beside him, Charles avoided Pehlivan's eyes with his left little finger and made a secret gesture.

Diarra understood what he meant and tapped the ball lightly.

Sissoko did not stop the ball, but chose to be a transit station and quickly pass it to Squillaci.

As the ball was passed back and forth, the Austrian players finally bounced out as Charles had hoped, like a spring that had removed a heavy object from above their heads.

Charles pretended to continue walking on the field casually. Pehlivan didn't notice anything wrong at first, but in the blink of an eye, Squillaci kicked the ball hard.

"Snapped--"

The moment Charles caught the ball, the machine called "France" seemed to be equipped with an engine and started running rapidly.

Sissoko immediately moved forward, but the Austrian players were indifferent.

Compared to him, Charles is more threatening.

And just when they all looked at Charles like moths attracted to the light, like the protagonist on the stage, Charles did not disappoint them.

He just rubbed the flying ball with the inside of his right foot, and the ball was like a colorful rainbow, crossing the sky over Austria.

"call out--"

"Charles made a cross, which found Benzema accurately...headed the ball to the back post!"

"Sissoko, Sissoko volleyed... but it was too high."

Austrian goal kick.

Payer kicked the ball hard, and the ball made a mournful sound in the air as if it was being killed, and went straight towards Mayekhov.

But on this crowded road, there is not only Austrian Mayehof, but also French Fani.

The two were entangled on the wing. Mayehof wanted to seize this rare opportunity and accelerated to break through Fani, but he couldn't break through at all!
Just as the two men were pushing each other and approaching the baseline, Fani exerted force and Mayehof lost the fight and was pushed out of the baseline.

Although Fani had never lived in a city that loved eating duck, she did not hesitate at all about the question of "whether to help or not" and simply chose to laugh it off.

After all, he was the one who really pushed the person down!

Just as he turned and left with the ball, as expected, without him having to think, he saw the French team's midfield brain, Charles, waiting for him not far in front of him.

"Snapped--"

Charles stopped the ball and turned around in one go. Pehlivan held his breath and rushed out from Charles' right side.

He knew that it would be as easy for Charles to pass the crowd as crossing the road in the early morning, so when Charles was about to cross the road, he would prepare a tank!

Just as Charles pushed the ball out with the inside of his left foot and was about to pass him, Pehlivan's left leg slid over as if he was kneeling, and at the same time, his right foot was like a tripping rope, lying across Charles' calf.

Charles tripped and lost his balance, falling to the ground.

Domenegue held his face in his hands, looking very much like the world-famous painting - "The Scream".

Before he could scream, the French fans in the stands screamed before him.

"Damn you dirty Austrian executioner!"

"This is a crime! Their behavior is even more disgusting than the history recorded in the Normandy Museum!"

"This is murder—"

Benzema rushed over quickly, "Are you okay?"

Pehlivan saw a large group of French players surrounding him and quickly hid behind the referee.

The referee finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Charles stand up.

Given the current injury situation of the French team's midfield and their situation of qualifying as the first in the group, if Charles is really injured, it would be a good thing if these people don't riot.

Henry glared at Pehlivan fiercely and said nothing.

Pehlivan turned his head away, pretending not to see. The game continued.

Charles passed the ball to Henry, and as Henry dribbled the ball slowly, Charles sprinted forward like lightning.

Pehlivan looked at the blue No. 10 jersey not far in front of him, gritted his teeth and tried to catch up with Charles, but the No. 10 in front of him was getting farther and farther away from him.

Just as Pechlivan was thrown off by Charles, Charles also successfully cut into the Austrian penalty area.

Seeing this scene, Henry did not hesitate to use his cannonball and kicked the ball.

"boom!"

Charles and Scharner sprinted forward together, analyzing in their minds the scene they had just seen: the goalkeeper was half-crouching at the near post, Benzema was just one body length behind the two Austrian players, and the other players were all interference options and did not need to be considered for the time being.

Just as he was about to reach the end line, Charles also completed the goal analysis.

He just pushed hard with his left foot near the heel, and the ball instantly completed a 45-degree diagonal cross on the ground.

The experienced Sharna fell to the ground and tackled almost at the same time, trying to intercept the ball, but he was still a step too late.

And the destination of the ball was Benzema.

The goalkeeper quickly moved, but was still a step too late.

There was no need to fight back against offside. Benzema bent his knees and headed the flying ball, and the two players who were originally blocking him happened to turn around and look back at this time.

At such a close distance, the goalkeeper's eyes just met Benzema's.

I don’t know what he saw that he shouldn’t have seen, but the goalkeeper seemed to have lost his mind for a moment and stood there motionless.

Movement is relative, but the ball being sent into the Austrian goal is absolute!
"The ball goes in! France 1:0 Austria!"

"Charles and Henry completed a wonderful pass, and just after Charles went down the flank, he completed a superb cross, and finally Benzema, who started with Charles for the first time, scored this wonderful goal."

The audience burst into applause.

"Ciel——"

"Ciel——"

"Ciel——"

Although it was Benzema who scored the goal, he is not liked by them for the time being!
And when he scores a goal, he is French, but what is he when he doesn’t?
The proud French fans thought.

Although he didn't hear the cheers for his name, if it were any other time, he wouldn't say anything, but he would definitely feel unhappy.

But this time it was the name of his good brother who assisted him, so he didn't care at all, because it was normal for Charles' name to echo in the stadium throughout the game!
But what he didn't expect was that Charles trotted up behind him, pushed him to the corner flag area, grabbed Benzema's left hand and raised it high.

The other French players also came over one after another, and Henry followed suit and raised Benzema's other hand.

Looking at Benzema surrounded by the crowd, the proud French fans finally applauded again.

"Karim—"

Charles shouted towards the stands, and the fans on the opposing side all responded.

"Benzema!"

"Benzema!!"

"Benzema!!!"

Benzema didn't know what to say and finally lowered his head.

"Thank you, Ciel."

"What are you thanking me for?" Charles patted Benzema on the back. "Next time you send a package, remember not to use Real Madrid's box."

"Ah."

Benzema nodded.

He is sure to be the reverse Figo.

When I get back, I’ll take a look at Florentino’s schedule and Real Madrid’s surveillance.

The game starts again.

Domenegue took a look at the situation on the field, sat calmly in a chair, and thought about what he should do during the half-time break.

Indeed, it is really comfortable to have a Charles in the national team.

Such a lucky thing, it turns out that only he can encounter it.

It's a pity that the national match day is too short, and he can't experiment with the formation properly, so Guardiola, the little fox, has to take advantage of it.

Lori passed the ball to Escud.

Charles, who was originally standing in the middle, once again switched positions with Sissoko and returned to the wing.

As soon as he appeared in the middle, the Austrian players were like those who had been bitten by a snake and were afraid of the rope for ten years. They gathered heavy troops in the middle, and a group of defensive players were densely packed in their own half.

After a few kicks, the ball returned to Sissoko's feet.

After seeing Charles' gesture clearly, Sissoko kicked the ball.

"call out--"

As soon as Pehlivan saw Charles receiving the ball, he immediately started to try to steal the ball from behind Charles.

But Charles would never give him this opportunity. The moment he turned around to protect the ball, he saw that the center of Austria was like a door wide open, so he passed the ball without hesitation.

"Pass the penalty area!"

Sissoko started like a cheetah, the outside of his left foot was like a stroke of a brush, and the ball was pushed into the penalty area as fast as thunder.

Henry volleyed the ball without stopping while being double-teamed by three Austrian defenders, but unfortunately he was not Benzema and did not have the aura of lowering intelligence, and the ball was directly saved by the goalkeeper.

At this time, Benzema just came in from behind and shot the ball again.

"boom!"

Payermu looked back blankly.

I saw a round ball rolling in the net.

"Just 4 minutes into the game, France beat Austria 2-0, Benzema scored twice!"

"Charles attracted almost half of the attention, then passed it to Sissoko, and Henry shot hard. The goalkeeper wanted to hold the ball, but the shot was too powerful and Payer lost it directly."

"Benzema came in from behind at that moment and shot into the net."

Looking at Benzema celebrating with his teammates and the harmonious French team, Payer put his hands on his hips and sighed helplessly.

Conceding twice in four minutes, is this the strength of the French team united under Charles?
At that time, the relationship between French fans and French players was almost like this, awkward and contradictory.

Benzema once mentioned in an interview: "When I score a goal, in his eyes (the fans) I am French, but when I don't score a goal, I am Algerian."

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