It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 253: Slaughtering the Korean team by a large margin and advancing to the 14th finals
Charles and Ribery took the ball back to the center line again and waited for the kick-off.

The Korean team's players have murderous looks in their eyes.

If they could access the Internet now, they would petition the Blue House ten thousand times to execute the damn Charles, no, all French people!
"How many do you want to enter?"

Ribery smiled and put the ball on the kick-off spot.

Charles pushed his hair back; today's rain had almost soaked all his hair.

"Please give them 7-Up."

Ribery patted Charles' shoulder disapprovingly, "Not enough, right? Or is it just you? In that case, you still need 5 goals."

The game starts again.

However, the South Korean team had just kicked off, and the ball had not yet been passed back to the right place when Gallas, who was already in the game, slid and intercepted the ball.

There's nothing else to it, I just don't like them.

This sliding tackle was a result of years of hard work and the Korean players could not dodge it at all.

Diaby, who was not far away, turned around to receive the ball. The Korean player wanted to steal the ball, but Diaby glanced at Charles who was already running forward and kicked the ball directly under him.

"call out--"

Jin Zaicheng and Li Qinglong gritted their teeth and tried to catch up with Charles. Seeing the gap between them getting bigger and bigger, Li Qinglong could no longer care about anything else and directly tackled from behind.

At the same time, Jin Zaicheng also reached out to grab Charles' clothes.

Charles immediately reached out and pushed Jin Zaicheng away, and at the same time knocked the ball forward with his right foot. Then he jumped up quickly, dodged Li Qinglong's feet, and accelerated again to rush towards the penalty area.

Before Li Zhengxiu could get close, Charles passed the ball back with a flick of his ankle.

Just when Charles successfully made an offside move, the ball passed by Ribery came right in front of Charles.

Zhao Rongheng, Zheng Chenglong, Li Zhengxiu and Jin Zhengyou surrounded him from all directions at the same time, and Li Zhengxiu fell to the ground and tackled again.

In such an extremely narrow and dense area, Charles exerted force with his left calf and secretly poked the ball.

"Snapped."

The accumulated clouds have been causing heavy rain for days, and the long clouds are flying into the sky like a roc.

Zheng Chenglong looked back in panic and saw that the ball had passed the crowd and stopped in the net.

5: 0!

The whole audience cheered.

Because there were few fans in South Korea to begin with, half of them have left now.

Instead of using his classic celebration move, Charles ran to the sidelines and drew circles in the air with his right index finger.

As he got closer and closer to the billboard, all the spectators and cameras in the stadium were focused on Charles.

I saw him tilt his head slightly to the right, his face full of confusion, and he pointed his finger at his head.

All the normal fans in the stands started laughing.

The abnormal fans were so angry that they jumped wildly in the stands.

"Yi Sun-sin is the world's number one general. Caesar and Napoleon were both defeated by him. How dare Charles, the Napoleon of football, dare to touch our Republic of Korea?"

"Siba! What the hell is Charles trying to do? Is he jealous of the South Korean team's performance?"

"Damn stinky tofu, it should be eliminated now."

"This must be because the South Korean team wore away uniforms. If the South Korean team hadn't worn white jerseys with blue shorts and white socks, they wouldn't have lost to this group of people who used unfair means to win."

"If the South Korean team continues to wear red uniforms, they will be able to continue to be invincible as before."

"Damn Domenegue, he must have bribed FIFA, just like the experts said, red helps improve the quality of the game."

"That's right, if the French team can't wear red, then they can't allow the South Korean team to wear a home jersey that symbolizes aggression, superiority and dominance, which will make the opponent inadvertently feel intimidated. Asiba and Domeneg should be hanged!"

"There must be a traitor who leaked the secret that we have a 100% loss rate when wearing visiting team jerseys! Dirty French football, there is no sportsmanship and moral honor at all."

"And the damn referee, he must have accepted bribes from the French team. If it weren't for him, the South Korean team wouldn't have been in such a passive position."

"Damn the referee team! If the referee was as fair as in 2002, the South Korean team would be invincible in justice."

At the same time, the number of petitions calling for the execution of Charles and Domenegue surged on South Korea's Blue House petition list.

The first half has not ended yet, and the Korean players have to continue the game no matter what.

Xu Dingmao waved towards the bench, but all the substitutes who originally wanted to play were like ostriches, shrinking their heads and pretending not to see the coach's call.

After waving for a long time and not seeing any player coming, Xu Dingmao became completely angry.

"Ashiba! Are you blind? Li Dongguo, come here quickly!"

Li Dongguo was twisting and turning on the bench in a miserable state, his feet seemed to be covered with glue as he moved slowly over.

He doesn't want to take the blame.

But the arm cannot twist the thigh.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you see I was calling you? Didn't you say last night that you really wanted to start?"

Li Dongguk looked at Xu Dingmao hesitantly.

"Coach, my stomach hurts. I need to go to the bathroom!"

After saying that, without waiting for Xu Dingmao's approval, Li Dongguo rushed into the player tunnel without looking back.

He is not stupid.

If he takes the stage, he will definitely be on the Blue House's petition list.

Xu Dingmao was furious.

But he had just waved his hand when he saw the other players on the bench all following suit, holding their stomachs and wailing in unison.

"Ouch - my stomach hurts! Coach, sorry, I need to go to the bathroom!"

In the blink of an eye, South Korea's bench was empty.

Jin Zaicheng, who was originally waiting to be replaced, was dumbfounded.

No, why did everyone run away?
What should he do then?

As a war criminal and a veteran Korean, he knows too well what Koreans are thinking.

If the United States is a group disguised as a country, and China is a civilization disguised as a country, then South Korea is a mental hospital disguised as a country.

Either all his teammates were war criminals like him, or he would be an even bigger war criminal and tackle that damned Charles, preferably breaking his leg, otherwise he would be dead when he returned home.

Those lunatics won't let him go.

The South Korean team restarted the game.

But I was confused and had no idea what happened in between. Suddenly, the South Korean team lost the ball again!
Charles passed the ball back from the left, Ribery raised his leg and shot at the top of the penalty area. The ball passed over Zheng Chenglong's fingertips and was blocked by the crossbar. Benzema then received the ball in the penalty area and passed it horizontally.

Charles broke into the penalty area and shot again.

The gongs and drums entered the charts in Korea, and the sudden rain and strong winds made the view confusing!
6: 0.

The French team is killing it!

"A goal in four! Charles scored a goal in four in this game. Remember, the first half of the game hasn't even ended yet!"

"This reminds me of the record that Charr scored five goals in nine minutes against Real Madrid. Maybe now, Charr will complete an unprecedented record of the most goals in a single game."

“There are many oil paintings of Napoleon in French museums, but the one that should be displayed most is the portrait of Charles, the Napoleon of the new century.”

"Jochen Mühlenbrink's latest series of paintings are known for their mastery of trompe l'oeil techniques, which are considered the most philosophical of painting methods."

“His paintings are like looking through a hazy glass at the scene beyond the glass.”

"If he would paint in this way now, he would be the most suitable person to make a portrait of Charles;"

"Because no matter which angle or direction you look from, it is difficult to describe the greatness and comprehensiveness of the Shire."

This time, Charles did not continue celebrating because there was no point.

Just do it!

As Charles once again got into the net and took the ball out and placed it in the center circle, many Korean players' eyes turned red. But just after the kick-off, for some reason, Park Joo-young suddenly felt his feet slip and fell directly to the ground.

He was about to stand up when he saw Charles catch the ball again. He immediately reacted and rolled on the ground, holding his ankle.

Looking at the excited Benzema in the frontcourt, Charles kicked the ball directly under.

Although it was a rainy day and the "Jubilation" was unusually slippery and difficult to control, Charles still accurately sent the ball to Benzema.

At the same time, Benzema successfully made an offside move and scored directly.

Zheng Chenglong fell to the ground to intercept the ball, but the ball was too slippery and he couldn't hold it steadily.

Just as the ball rolled out of his hands, Charles took advantage of the situation to pass the ball, and Malouda, who came in from behind, headed the ball and sealed the victory.

Xia said that swinging a sword could turn the sun, and he had no pity for wearing armor and getting wet in the mud.

France 7:0 South Korea.

Lori leaned against the goalpost and used the crossbar to get some shelter from the rain.

There was no way. The South Korean team posed no threat at all and he was about to catch a cold.

If every World Cup is like this, Lori touched his chin and felt that it would not be impossible to catch a cold.

As he was thinking, Lori bent down, picked up the thermos from beside the doorpost, and took a sip with relish.

Ah——comfortable.

The only drawback was that the South Korean team's goal was a bit far away and he couldn't see the ball clearly.

South Korea kicked off again.

But this time, Lee Yong-hyung kicked Benzema down in retaliation.

Charles pulled Benzema up again.

Seriously put the ball on the penalty spot.

Zheng Chenglong jumped back and forth on the goal line.

Li Rongheng showed no guilt on his face, but held his head high with pride and kept spitting out dirty words.

But gradually, Zheng Chenglong couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Charles was retreating further and further away, he was almost retreating to the midfield.

You know, whether it is Ciel before or after evolution, the running distance of his free kick is almost the same and not very long.

And now the trend is getting closer and closer.

Zheng Chenglong had no idea what Charles was up to, but he couldn't hide his panic.

"Beep——"

With the referee's whistle, Charles started to run.

Instead, Zheng Chenglong could only see that Charles was getting faster and faster, with no sign of changing at all.

Several meters of distance passed in an instant under Charles' feet. Charles, who was running faster and faster, looked at Zheng Chenglong calmly, then aimed the outside of his left foot at the valve core of the ball and pressed his center of gravity forward.

The ball was particularly conspicuous in the rain and flew straight towards the goal.

Zheng Chenglong quickly reached out his hand, the trajectory of this ball was not that difficult to predict.

Seeing that it was still a little short of the mark, he quickly stretched out all his fingers.

But in the next second, he regretted it.

"what--"

The excruciating pain almost made him faint.

The ball did not change direction at all because of his fingertips intercepting it. Instead, he felt like his hand was about to break.

When the mission is accomplished, the smoke from the Bohai Sea has settled, while when the resentment is felt, the plain is overgrown with weeds.

France 8:0 South Korea.

Goalkeeper Zheng Chenglong bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes filled with tears or rain, his left hand covering his right fingers, and he lay on the ground like a dying salted fish.

"I'm injured, I want to leave!"

Zheng Chenglong wailed.

But Park Joo-young pulled him up with an expressionless face.

"Xiba, I twisted my ankle just now and can't get off the court. What are you thinking about? No one here will call you oppa. Get up quickly."

Zheng Chenglong could no longer hold back his tears.

"My hands, my hands are about to break! I want to get off! I want to get off, mom, I want mom--"

Park Joo-young let go and Zheng Chenglong fell to the ground again.

The referee, who couldn't stand it any longer, finally came over.

He looked at the referee as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"I want to leave, let me go!"

Stark shook his head helplessly and pointed at the South Korean team's bench.

The French players took the initiative to make way for them, and Zheng Chenglong followed the path to look towards the bench - except for the coach, there was no one there.

"Wow - Mom, I want Mom -"

Malouda looked at Zheng Chenglong with sympathy.

"Is he crazy?"

Benzema spread his hands in disdain, "Who told him to bump his hands against the ball?"

In the end, Zheng Chenglong refused to stand up, and Xu Dingmao had no choice but to go on stage himself.

Finally, the assistant coach pulled a second goalkeeper from the toilet, and Zheng Chenglong, who was about to go crazy, was finally replaced.

At the same time, Domenegue also found the fourth official and started making large-scale substitutions.

I was so timid when we were leading 3:0, but now I can’t strike hard when we are leading 8:0?

Benzema, Charles and Ribery were all substituted to ensure safety.

"The ball goes in, the ball goes in, Charles has completed the five goals."

"The score is now 8:0."

"The French team shouted and cheered again and again on the field, and the fans were almost exhausted;"

"Now, it is impossible for a team from Earth to score more goals than France and advance to the next round with him."

“Although the Korean team tried to take refuge in their own backfield with a dense defense;

"Although the Korean team arranged Lee Chung-yong and Kim Jae-sung to closely defend Charles throughout the game, Charles' active performance did not require the Koreans to consume their energy. Charles started dancing at the Nelson Mandela Bay Stadium."

"Domeneg's choice was correct because Charles' performance didn't need a whole game to be brilliant. His five goals and multiple assists helped France win, which was perfect enough."

"It's time to leave some imagination about football to the people of Earth. Otherwise, Charles' performance will leave everyone stunned."

But Charles' departure does not mean the end of the game.

The South Korean team, finally seeing hope, launched a crazy counterattack.

But no matter what they did, it was of no avail. Instead, the French team seized the opportunities and gaps again and again.

Finally, the referee from Germany blew the whistle to end the game.

The French team defeated the South Korean team 13:0.

It was raining all the time at the Mandela Bay Stadium. The South Korean players cried in the rain, their pre-match confidence and dominance were no longer visible.

I have been thinking about South Korea’s outrageous remarks for three days, and I can only think of this extent, and it feels a lot less interesting.

Sure enough, it is not something that ordinary people can write such outrageous remarks.

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(End of this chapter)