It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 191 189 Between two points, the shortest in Ciel

Atletico Madrid president Enrique looked at Charles who was surrounded by his teammates with uneasiness.

As the chairman of a football club, he is of course very concerned about the development of his team.

Since he became chairman, there have been outstanding players in the team.

Regardless of whether they are from their own youth training or foreign players, players who can gain a foothold in La Liga must have their merits.

But now looking at Charles, and then at the embarrassed De Gea and Uifalusi, Enrique couldn't help but shake his head.

"How is our chef in Barcelona? Is he not under suspicion?"

Enrique turned to look at the secretary and asked helplessly.

"He is doing fine at Barcelona and there is no suspicion."

The secretary replied quickly.

Enrique nodded with slight satisfaction.

"That's good. I was thinking, how about telling our chef not to prepare anything for the next match between Barcelona and Atletico Madrid? It would be best if we just do nothing."

"Let Charles experience the old Barcelona cafeteria again, let him keep it the same, play for a while and then leave. If this continues, every penny we spend on the chef will become a bullet shot at us."

The secretary was stunned.

"Okay, I'll go inform him later."

Atletico Madrid restarted the game.

Fran kicked the ball back to the defense.

After receiving the ball, Domingos adjusted a few steps, looked at the situation in the frontcourt, and finally pushed the ball with his left foot.

The ball quickly crossed the center line, and Assuncao stopped the ball and turned around in one go.

After looking at the Barcelona players around him, Assuncao finally decided to dribble the ball into Barcelona's penalty area.

Busquets, Hevren and Xavi worked together to slowly weave a cage, constantly shrinking the range of Assuncao's movements.

Assuncao saw Busquets was about to catch up, but with Hevren blocking him in front of him, he had no way to accelerate again.

Simao, who was originally walking at the same pace as Assuncao, noticed this and immediately slowed down.

Hefren noticed this and focused all his attention on Simon.

Assuncao tried to create space by changing the rhythm, but Busquets was like his shadow and was not affected by him at all.

Helpless Assuncao could only slow down once more. When he realized that there was no hope for his side, Assuncao quickly kicked Simao sideways.

Simao received the ball and flicked it with his left foot, but Hefren was unmoved.

On the other side, Assuncao and Aguero were like arrows, stationed in Barcelona's penalty area, waiting for Simao to pass the ball.

Simao remained calm and stepped forward with his left foot. At the same time, he quickly connected with his right foot and moved his heel outwards towards the ball.

Hevren did move with it, but Busquets seemed to be connected to Hevren by some mechanism. In the blink of an eye, he slid and stood between him and Aguero.

Mudd!

Simao could only turn around again and quickly pass the ball back to Antonio.

Antonio stopped the ball, and Xavi, Busquets and others turned around like the receding tide.

Looking at Xavi in ​​front of him, Antonio found that the Barcelona players had once again blocked his way forward.

Xavi pretended to stretch his foot, trying to intercept the ball, but Antonio didn't hesitate at all and kicked the ball with the outside of his left foot.

"Snapped--"

Just as he passed the ball diagonally to Thiago, Busquets jumped out like a fox hiding under the woods.

Thiago shook his right ankle and quickly passed the ball to Fran.

At the same time, Busquets just passed by Thiago, but was still a step too slow.

Fran dribbled the ball with his right foot before Maxwell, and Thiago squeezed in front of Busquets and replaced positions with Fran.

Iniesta realized something was wrong and quickly stood in front of Fran.

Fran just pushed the ball with the outside of his right foot, and moved sideways quickly like a small gyroscope.

On the other side, Thiago got stuck between Maxwell and Iniesta.

Just when the attention of Busquets, Iniesta and Maxwell was all attracted by Fran, Fran kicked the ball.

The ball drew a low arc in the air of Barcelona's penalty area, aiming at Simao.

However, just like the emperor who died halfway through his career, Puyol jumped high the moment the ball flew towards him.

"boom--"

Fran cursed inwardly, turned around in embarrassment and rushed towards the ball with Busquets.

Just as the ball was about to go out of bounds, Fran suddenly slowed down.

But Busquets accelerated again at this time. Before Fran could react, he only felt a gust of wind blowing behind him.

In the blink of an eye, Busquets suddenly appeared behind the ball, his whole body leaning to one side exaggeratedly like seaweed swaying in the sea.

"Snapped."

Maxwell took the initiative, stood in front of Thiago, and caught Busquets' return pass first.

Fran and Thiago rushed towards Maxwell at the same time.

The evening breeze from the Caordron Stadium blew towards Maxwell with a hot feeling.

In the heat, he always felt that he was young again. He pushed the ground with his left foot and tapped with his right foot. In the blink of an eye, he broke free from the double-team of Fran and Thiago.

Thiago chased Maxwell relentlessly, but the moment he looked up, he saw that only Uifalusi was defending Charles.

Maxwell ignored Thiago beside him and quickly kicked the ball.

The moment Charles saw the ball, he turned sideways and accelerated forward. Reyes, who was already some distance away from Charles, couldn't even touch the corner of Charles' clothes.

Uifalusi didn't have time to see what Reyes was doing and could only curse inwardly.

Thiago was just playing in the frontcourt and helping the team score a goal, so what was Reyes doing?
The moment the ball came, he didn't delay even for a second, leaving him alone to face Charles.

It was already very difficult for him and his teammates to jointly defend against Ciel. Now, Ciel had no deceleration at all. Did they want him to ask Poseidon, the god of the sea, to defend him?

For the first time, Uifalusi tried so hard to imitate a crab, moving sideways, trying to block Charles' position and wait for Reyes to come over to defend.

Just as he was about to force Charles to the sideline, Charles pushed the ball with the inside of his left foot.

"call out--"

The ball drew an arc and flew past the only remaining gap beside Uifalusi's left foot.

damn it!
Uifalusi quickly stretched out his hand to stop Charles.

Charles originally wanted to push Uifalusi away, but he suddenly noticed Reyes not far behind him and gave up the idea instantly.

The fans in the stands widened their eyes instantly.

I saw Charles running directly out of the sideline.

At first, Uifalusi and Charles stood side by side, one on the left and one on the right, as if they were preparing for a physical examination together in the school playground.

The only difference is that Uifalusi ran on a straight track, while Charles ran on a curve.

It was obvious that Xiaer ran a longer distance than Uifalusi, but in the first half of the curve, Uifalusi did not even get rid of Xiaer!

"Damn it, stop him, don't let him catch the ball first!" Atletico Madrid was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe and stared at the scene in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, amidst the sound of their racing heartbeats, Ciel's speed increased.

Uifalusi glanced at Charles, who was moving faster and faster, and was so shocked that he couldn't say anything.

In a millisecond, Ciel, who had been visible only through peripheral vision, appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Uifalusi stared at the ball in front of him, feeling like a drowning man, he waved his hands and legs desperately, but the feeling of suffocation was like a leech attached to his bones.

Charles didn't have time to care about what Uifalusi was thinking. He took a big step to overtake on the curve and regained control of the ball under his feet.

Uifalusi felt like he was about to vomit blood. Seeing that Charles was about to escape from his control, he could only reach out and grab Charles again.

If he doesn't reach out, he won't even have the plan to reach out next time!
De Gea bent over nervously and looked at Charles and Uifalusi.

Now there are only two defenders in front of his penalty area, leaving room for leakage everywhere.

Charles pushed the ball outwards with the outside of his left foot, and De Gea lost no time and fell to the ground to slide, but what he didn't expect was that this was the moment Charles was waiting for.

Charles just shook his left ankle and hit the ball.

"boom!"

De Gea knelt on the ground, looking confused and helpless as he watched the ball roll into the goal right in front of him.

boom--

The Barcelona fans wearing red and blue jerseys cheered wildly.

In addition to the fans in the stadium, Barcelona fans outside the stadium who couldn't buy tickets watched the scenes on TV and waved everything they could wave wildly.

"Ciel!!!"

"The ball goes in, Charles completes a hat trick!"

"There is no solution, it's too unsolvable, it's a blood-pumping crush!"

"Stepping on the Hot Wheels, I flew through the clouds and mist, passed the ball to myself three seconds later, completed overtaking on the curve, and finally calmly pushed the ball into the goal."

"Ujfalusi tried his best, but in the end he could only be a runner-up in the whole game with Charr's criminal dribbling."

"Before this, we always said that the defensive player would force the offensive player to the sideline and limit his attack."

"It wasn't until now, after seeing what Shire did today, that we realised we were wrong."

"Three seconds passed from the time the ball was sent to the time it was finally received, and Charles passed it to himself three seconds later."

"It's not that there is no cooperation from teammates, it's not that I don't need the cooperation from teammates, but that Ciel can complete all the best cooperation in the world with me."

"Three seconds is not Ciel's limit, but the limit of our imagination."

"If Xia had kicked the ball with more power, if Uifalusi could have put more pressure on Xia, maybe he would have passed the ball to himself four seconds later, or five seconds later."

"I think when engineers are working on the so-called missile defense system, they should refer to the Shire game."

"Uifalusi doesn't need to feel frustrated, because ordinary people can't keep up with the footsteps of geniuses, they just need to follow closely;"

"Because how can ordinary people predict God's next move? All they have to do is watch and praise from the sidelines."

"Because how can ordinary people ..."

The DJ on the scene was halfway through his rebellion when he saw something unexpected happen on the scene.

Guardiola screamed, rushed into the field regardless of anything, and knelt beside Charles at the top of his lungs.

"Charles—Charles—"

In an instant, the whole scene became a mess.

De Gea and Uifalusi raised their hands innocently.

"What the hell did you just do?"

"No, I didn't do anything, he just fell to the ground all of a sudden, really, really!"

Uifalusi felt like he was about to cry, but none of the Barcelona players around him believed him. They all surrounded him viciously.

Pruna and other Barcelona team doctors started to enter the venue carrying medicine boxes and medicine prices.

Guardiola knelt beside Charles, crying. Looking at Charles rolling around with his hands covering his calf, he suddenly yelled at the crowd angrily.

"Get away from me now, don't block Ciel's breathing!"

The referee watched expressionlessly as Pruna and Guardiola helped Charles slowly lie down on the stretcher, and then he dared to walk to Guardiola's side.

Charlie, who was in the Madrid hospital, immediately got busy when he saw this scene.

Soon, Pruna took Charles to the hospital for examination.

Guardiola sat nervously in the stands. As time passed, when the game finally ended, the whole team went to the hospital together.

"Ciel has strained his soleus muscle."

The doctor pushed up his glasses, looked at the report in his hand, and said seriously.

“The gastrocnemius and soleus muscles attach down to the calcaneus bone via a common tendon.

“The soleus muscle’s primary function is to act as a plantar flexor of the ankle, which is what we use when we stand on our toes.

"When we walk, a large part of the stability needed when the heel strikes the ground is provided by the soleus muscle.

"Although the soleus muscle is located relatively deep, it is a very important muscle. It also has the function of promoting venous blood return."

"When we walk, blood pools in the veins when the heel strikes the ground, and then after the forefoot strikes the ground, the blood drains upward into the veins of the soleus muscle."

"The soleus muscle then contracts, applying pressure to the veins and aiding venous return..."

Guardiola interrupted the doctor directly, "Can we first know why he was injured?"

Seeing this, the doctor put down the examination report in his hand.

"There are a number of factors that can affect the function of the soleus muscle, such as trigger points in the muscle that can affect the muscle's ability to contract properly."

"After our inspection, we have not found this problem."

"He probably ran too fast and didn't control his speed, which led to a muscle strain."

"Many times people are able to reach speeds that they normally can't in emergency situations, but this often leads to muscle strain. This should be the case with Charles as well."

Guardiola looked at the doctor nervously, "Is it serious? Is there any way to prevent it?"

“I looked at his previous injury report and it said this was the first soleus injury, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

"If you want to be careful, you should avoid habitual strains. This time you need to heal the injury until the muscle is fully healed."

"In this case, you just need to be careful when you exert force next time you run, and don't run too fast and burst out all at once like you did today."

"If I want to run at speeds like this in the future without getting injured, I might have to consider losing weight..."

Guardiola immediately waved his hand when he heard this, "No, just let him recover from his injury. How long will it take for him to recover from this injury?"

"The average time is about a month. If the recovery is slow, it may take one and a half months*."

Hearing this, Guardiola finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. It's good that the injury can be healed."

*Refer to Bale's recovery time.

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