It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 146 Chapter 144 Cut off a little conscience in exchange for ambition (Part )

Austria restarted the game and the match continued.

Charles had just run across half the field and had not yet taken the next step when the Austrian player, under the pressure of Benzema, couldn't even hold the ball, and the ball rolled out of bounds.

【Charlotte Bar】

"Didn't they say before the game that the French team had a lot of injuries and would be in trouble without Ribery and Gourcuff in the midfield? How come they scored two goals against Austria not long after the start of the game?"

"Do you really believe what the media says? You only need to believe half of it. If you lose two, we still have Ciel."

"The Austrian players can be said to be accompanying the prince in his studies in this game. Whether they win or not, the World Cup has nothing to do with them."

"It's okay. We'll be with him."

"happy."

"In fact, each football team has its own way of speaking, just like Charles and the Chinese national team, one speaks French well and the other speaks Chinese well."

"Who told you to reveal the secret?"

"You're wrong. Ciel's Chinese is also very good."

"I'm so tired. How can I see my own miserable experience every time I watch a football match?"

"What? Are you still playing football?"

"No, I just finished cleaning my house. I cleaned all 600 square meters by myself."

"You are so rich, why don't you hire a nanny?"

"I'm just a nanny hired by someone else."

……

After Fani got the ball, he took a look at it and passed it to Charles without hesitation, then used the same trick to move forward from behind Charles.

Pehlivan was like a crab, constantly moving sideways in the face of Charles's cut-in.

Charles tapped the ball lightly with his left foot, and Pehlivan immediately seemed to respond; just as his center of gravity swayed to the right, Charles pushed the ball aside with his right foot.

Pehlivan quickly stretched out his left foot to stop Charles, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

After passing Pechlivan, the only one left in front of Charles was Baumgartlinger who came to watch the game.

Before he could react to how Charles wanted to pass him, he found out that Charles had no martial ethics at all. He ran the red light without waiting for the green light, and with a light kick of his right foot, he passed the ball directly to Sissoko behind him (Baumgartlinger).

Baumgartlinger turned quickly, and at this time Charles squeezed past him from behind.

Sissoko aimed his right toe at Charles's position and poked the ball hard.

Baumgartlinger and Jenscher immediately realized something was wrong and wanted to close the door, but at this time other Austrian players kept rushing over, like a big iron cage, trying to lock Charles in it.

At this time, Henry was standing at the top of the penalty area and was guarded by two Austrian players. Fani and Benzema formed a symmetrical position across Henry.

Just when all eyes were on Charles, Charles took advantage of the ball's lack of reaction and passed the ball once again through the gap between Baumgartlinger and Jenscher.

"Benzema!"

After hearing Charles' command, the ball passed back and forth between the players on the French team's back line like waves, and finally drifted to Benzema's feet.

Scharner and Kavlak stared at Benzema closely and saw Benzema making a few fake moves. Just when they thought he was going to pass them and cut inside, Benzema suddenly started.

Kavlak thought to himself that something was wrong, but before he could grab Benzema, Benzema kicked the ball directly.

After the previous two experiences, the goalkeeper was mentally prepared and jumped when he saw the ball.

"boom--"

The ball was successfully blocked.

France's attack is not over yet.

Domenegue looked at the situation on the field seriously.

“How is the match between Lithuania and Serbia going now?”

"Lithuania had just taken the lead, but Serbia equalized the game not long after. Jovanovic's performance on the court today was very competitive and he looked in very good shape."

The teaching assistant whispered.

Serbia is not the Faroe Islands. It is still unknown who will win or lose in their match against Lithuania today.

But always prepare for the worst.

"Should we remind the team to strengthen their attack? Or let Ciel..."

The assistant coach was interrupted by Domenegue before he could finish his words.

"Let's talk about it at halftime. Now everything is up to Charles. All we have to do now is to trust him and pray for Lithuania. It would be best if we can score 5 or 6 goals against Serbia."

Austrian goal kick on the field.

Payer kicked the ball hard, and before the Austrian players on the front line could get hold of the ball, in the blink of an eye, the ball had moved from Clichy's feet to Malouda's feet.

Kavlak wanted to stop Malouda, but Malouda didn't give him the chance and kicked the ball.

As the ball flew in an arc in the air, everyone's eyes followed the direction of the ball, and saw Benzema appearing where the ball landed again.

At the same time, Charles, Sissoko and Henry shot arrows at the same time and all appeared in the Austrian penalty area.

The goalkeeper looked flustered and didn't know which one to focus on for a moment. At this time, Scharner, who was tired of running with Benzema, had not waited for him to synchronize with Benzema, and another ball appeared in front of him.

Patoka's heart was pounding like thunder, and he pushed forward with the tackle as if he was doing the splits, but it was too late.

Charles appeared in front of the ball as if he was walking leisurely in the garden, and stretched out his right foot calmly.

Payer knelt on his knees, staring at the ball, leaning his body back, and trying in vain to catch the ball in the air that was like a flower in the mirror as if he were catching the moon from the water.

"boom."

The Milky Way is filled with golden energy, and the sea is filled with moonlight.

The ball went in.

"Ciel!"

“Ciel!!”

"Ciel!!!"

"3:0! France 3:0 Austria!"

"What words should we use to express our feelings at this moment?"

"At this moment, not only me, but also all the French fans in the stadium, don't know how to describe our feelings. We can all speak, but at this moment we are all speechless."

"This game is the last round of the South Africa World Cup qualifiers. Since the start of the World Cup qualifiers, the French team has had a bad start."

"Just when everyone was pessimistic, Charles showed up, and then for nearly a year, the French team kept winning. French fans went from carefully calculating the team's chances of qualifying to watching victory after victory in disbelief."

"Gradually, France's qualifying situation became clear, and they fought their way from fourth place to first place."

"But it seems like God always likes to play jokes. In the last two games, when they were only one point ahead of Serbia, important players of the team were injured."

"Just when everyone was holding their breath, hoping that God would bless them once again, Charles stood up again."

"He doesn't need God's blessing, he only needs him and everyone's concerted efforts, and he can lead the Gallic Legion to conquer Europe again, just like Napoleon did back then!"

"Now, before the halftime, France is already 3:0 ahead of Austria. As we watch the ball arc across the night sky, we can finally say with ease:"

“For a gorgeous rainbow, the dark clouds and rainstorms before it are just as meaningful.”

Amidst cheers and shouts, the game started again.

Time flies.

The referee blew the whistle for the halftime break. Charles and his teammates left the field, chatting and laughing.

After high-fiving and hugging Domenegue one by one, the group walked towards the locker room.

Although it is the French team's home ground and they also use the home locker room, the poor objective conditions do not distinguish between home and away games.

Just after returning to the locker room, everyone could hear the Austrian coach's angry shouting next door.

All the French players who were sitting in their seats drinking water put down their cups and pricked up their ears.

"Does anyone understand German? Please translate it for us."

No matter where you are, people's gossiping nature will never stop.

Sissoko leaned against the door and waved his hand to call his teammates over.

"Hurry, hurry, we won't be able to hear it when the coach comes back."

Abidal was the first to come over and said, "It's okay. I just saw him go to the bathroom. He didn't come back so soon."

Hearing this, everyone gathered around.

Many things can only be seen in detail when you get close.

The door of the locker room is made of wood and looks like it has been through some weather.

"what is this?"

Charles pointed at the wooden door of the dressing room, where a piece of leather was raised.

It looks like paint, but the paint on the door is blue, and the thing that is warped is white and looks very resilient.

Benzema came over and directly reached out to scrape off the cracked blue paint next to it. "It looks like paper or something."

As the white object sticking up from the door became more and more visible, everyone else turned their heads.

"Do you think this could be a treasure map?"

Lori said, stroking his chin.

"Treasure Map?"

Ciel asked curiously.

In France, or even around the world, there are endless legends and topics about treasure maps.

"Yes, have you heard of Levasseur's treasure map?"

Lori said in a pretendingly profound manner.

Mandanda also came over and gently stroked the thing on the door that looked very much like paper.

"Everyone knows this. Levasseur was the most powerful pirate in France in the 18th century."

This person is not only well-known in France, but also famous in the world (actually, infamous). Therefore, the French people enjoy treasure hunting.

According to historical records, Le Vasseur was active in a large area of ​​the Indian Ocean, and any merchant ships passing by would be looted by him.

From 1716 to 1730, Levasseur robbed more than 14 million kilograms of gold and silver, as well as countless jewels and diamonds in 110 years. He hid all these treasures in a secret place and drew a treasure map.

Charles nodded. "I've heard that, too. But didn't they say that when Levasseur was hanged, he took his treasure map out of his boots? How did it end up here?"

Levasseur threw the treasure map into the crowd, and in the chaos, a general grabbed the treasure map, but he later handed it back to the king.

"That's obviously fake. How could a pirate write 12 puzzles on his treasure map using a combination of mythology, history, philosophy, geography and other knowledge? I wouldn't do that even if I set a password for my bank card."

Lori muttered.

The king was unable to solve the problem on the treasure map, so he made the map public and asked all citizens to participate in the search for Levasseur's treasure.

But no one has figured it out yet.

Benzema was still tearing the paint off the door.

"So according to what you said, the real treasure map is hidden?"

Mandanda also joined in tearing the paint. "I think the treasure map he threw out when he was about to die must be fake. He just wanted to escape in the chaos, but he didn't get out."

"So why is the treasure map here?"

Gignac was a little puzzled.

"Think about it, this is Caen!" Benzema lowered his voice, "The largest port city in France. It is very likely that Levasseur hid his belongings in the port city before he was arrested."

In July 1930, the great pirate Levasseur was preparing to intercept a passing merchant ship in Indian waters. As a result, a flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the robbery hit the French navy that was well prepared.

After two hours of fighting, the French Navy successfully destroyed Levasseur's fleet, and Levasseur was arrested, brought back to France, and brought to court, and finally sentenced to death by hanging for piracy.

"Look, there's light!" Charles said in surprise.

Everyone subconsciously speeded up the process of tearing off the paint, and soon the light coming from the door became brighter and brighter.

Under the gaze of everyone, Benzema carefully lifted the white paper-like thing.

With a shaking sound, the entire piece of "paper" was torn off.

The paint covering the white paper was also peeled off.

"Ah? What is this?"

Charles squatted down and looked at the torn "paper" in confusion.

"It's a fixed net for wall plastering. Or, oh, how should I put it? It's a net that is laid down before painting the wall during renovation to reinforce the wall and prevent cracking."

Abidal couldn't help but hold his forehead.

At the age of 17, he had to give up football due to an injury and even began to learn the basic skills of a painter and decorator.

Lori still didn't give up. He half-knelt on the ground and continued to feel the door with his hands.

Suddenly, the light from the door disappeared. Lori was overjoyed and quickly reached out to knock on it.

Slightly stretchy.

Lori was startled, "There's something!"

Before Charles and others could come over, the door guarded by Lori was pushed open.

Domenegue was seen holding his crotch with a dark face.

"Lori! What are you—"

Lori subconsciously prepared to cover his mouth, looked at his hands, and with a "ugh" sound, he rushed to the bathroom while rubbing his hands with a look of horror.

"Hahaha……"

A cheerful atmosphere suddenly broke out in the locker room.

Domenegue looked at everyone with an unhappy expression.

The teaching assistant hid behind him and covered his mouth with his hands, not daring to laugh out loud.

"Uh, coach, time is up, let's go out first."

Ciel swallowed.

"Humph!" Domenegue waved his hand. "Let's go. Hugo, if you don't come out now, you won't have to come out later."

For his future in the national team, the young Lori came out of the bathroom with a pale face and red hands.

The French team members, who were professional at holding back their laughter, filed out one after another, leaving only Lori looking down at his hands, lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)