It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 271 The blame is placed on me, and peace is paid to him

"The score is tied, France 1:1 Spain!"

"With Charles's overhead kick, France tied the score within a few minutes of Spain's lead."

"After the opening, Charles single-handedly disrupted the Spanish defense, and then Ribery and Benzema's exquisite cooperation made the Spanish defense disappear into thin air."

"Iniesta and Busquets have done a great job, Ramos, Pique and Puyol have left no stone unturned."

"But no matter my past experience or my current understanding, the defensive methods that have always been effective against other people are all ineffective in front of Charles."

"It feels like a long time since we last met. Now it has been almost two months since we last met. Others may still be standing still or even regressing, but there is a very cruel fact for the Spaniard, that is, Ciel has evolved again during this period of time."

"The Spaniards have done their best in this defense, but how can mortals stop the gods?"

"The general public has not yet figured out a solution, and in football, in such a short time, the Spanish will not be able to find the final answer."

"It's the 12th World Cup goal. One goal away from Charles catching up with the World Cup record set by Fang Dan."

“I believe that when Fontaine sees this scene, he will only be sincerely happy.”

"There will always be geniuses in the world of football. Over time, the younger generation will surpass the older generation, but at this moment, the only genius in the world of football is Charles!"

Casillas knelt on the ground and closed his eyes unwillingly.

Spain's hope for victory, the flame of victory, was thus destroyed by him.

Now both sides are back to the same starting point again.

Charles didn't think too much about it, but rushed into the net again and quickly picked up the ball.

The French players who originally wanted to celebrate, after seeing Charles' actions, all calmed down and followed Charles back to their own half.

The game continues.

In the 33rd minute, France's attack once again threatened Spain's goal.

Diaby passed the ball diagonally to Malouda, and Capdevila and Alonso stood guard on Malouda's side at the same time.

Malouda was very clever in stopping the ball a little further away. Just when Capdevila thought he had made a mistake in stopping the ball and was about to steal the ball, Malouda tapped the ball with his left foot.

Pedro and Alonso retreated immediately, and seeing that all passing routes were blocked, Malouda could only pass the ball back to Diaby.

At the same time, Benzema once again entered the penalty area, and Charles also replaced Ribery and appeared at the top of the penalty area.

Pique and Puyol didn't dare to leave at all and could only stay closely by Charles' side.

Ramos, who was not far away, finally didn't have to defend Charles, but he didn't dare to move forward at will.

But Sagna had no such worry at all. Just as he rushed to Ramos, Diaby quickly met the ball with the outside of his foot.

The ball drew a diagonal line in the air and accurately found Sagna.

Benzema and Pique pushed each other, and Ramos turned around immediately.

Capdevila, seeing that the defense around Charles was weak, quickly moved forward.

On the other side, Sagna was performing his footwork in front of Ramos. Although Ramos was not dizzy during the continuous touches and adjustments of the ball, Sagna successfully stepped into the Spanish penalty area during this series of adjustments.

Sagna touched the ball with his left foot continuously, and at the moment when Ramos hesitated, he quickly moved the ball with the inside of his left foot.

Busquets rushed over quickly, and Ramos, who reacted, turned around immediately and tried to pull Sagna. Just when Busquets and Ramos were about to sandwich Sagna, Sagna used the outside of his right foot to quickly push the ball back.

"Snapped--"

Busquets and Xavi rushed over quickly, but the French team's coordination seemed to have been practiced countless times.

Charles, who had been lying in ambush at the top of the penalty area for a long time, supported himself with his right foot, opened his arms, and exerted force on his waist and abdomen. The whole person was like a spinning windmill, and he swung his left foot out with force to hit the ball.

"boom!"

The ball went straight through the gaps between all the people in the penalty area at a tricky angle and headed straight for the blind corner of the goal. Casillas quickly adjusted his position in small steps, and at the moment the ball flew over, he aimed at the ball with both hands.

"It was a shot from outside the box... Casillas' reaction speed was too fast. If it was another goalkeeper, this goal would have gone in."

"Now Spain must have other players like Charles to stand out in addition to Casillas."

"Just controlling the ball won't solve the problem!"

"French corner."

"Charles walked towards the corner area. It looks like this ball will still be taken by Charles."

"Observing the team that Charles plays for, we can see that the corner kicks he takes are very distinctive and have a very high success rate."

"The characteristic of his football is that he has many ways to attack the goal. In addition to scoring directly, his tactics are also very confusing when passing to other players."

"The players' movements on the field all have their own meanings, but the defenders can't see it and will be led astray by them."

“That’s why he has a high success rate.”

Corner area.

Charles tossed the ball in the air a few times before finally finding the location of the ball's air core and aiming it at himself.

At this time, Charles waved his hand. Ribery saw it and trotted over from not far away. Charles was also preparing for the corner kick area.

"Oh, it seems that Charles doesn't want to take the corner kick this time, and is going to compete for the header."

"In fact, it is also a good choice for Charles to compete for the header, because his height and pitching skills can perfectly meet the requirements."

"No, why did Ciel suddenly turn back... and go straight to the small penalty area!"

"Benzema shoots...Casillas reacts quickly to block the ball."

"Back point - shoot!"

"Pique and Malouda rushed towards the ball at the same time... Pique fell to the ground and made a tackle... He failed to stop it... Malouda made a follow-up shot."

"Casillas was too late... Puyol and Ramos made tackles to intercept him."

"The ball hit Ramos' leg, Puyol quickly stood up and cleared the ball!"

"The clearance was too close and France regained control of the ball."

The Spanish defense line that had originally rushed out turned back again. Gallas glanced at Benzema and then knocked the ball towards him.

"Snapped--"

Ramos quickly stretched out his foot, but at this time the ball had already passed through the wide gap between him and Pique.

Benzema turned around immediately after receiving the ball. May saw that the situation was not good and rushed over quickly. Capdevila and Busquets rushed to the small penalty area at the same time, ready to block the space for shooting.

In an instant, when Benzema was forced to the end line by Ramos, he immediately kicked the ball with the inside of his left foot.

Standing in the middle of the small penalty area, Ribery wanted to head the ball, but in the process of scrambling for the ball, Capdevila headed the ball and cleared it again. Charles, Villa and Pedro rushed to the ball at the same time.

Casillas quickly adjusted his position, and Capdevila headed the ball but it was not far away, still near the goal post.

In an instant, three people jumped up at the same time to compete for the header. Anxious Pedro wanted to block Charles and subconsciously raised his hand.

Charles, who was fully focused on the ball, had not yet reacted and was hit by a big elbow from Pedro.

Without any interference, Pedro cleared the ball steadily, and Xavi, who stayed outside the penalty area, ran with the ball the moment he received it.

Realizing that something was wrong, the French team hurried back to chase. At the same time, all the Spanish players, except the defenders, rushed out like mad dogs.

Just as Xavi passed the center line, he quickly pushed the ball out with his left foot. After receiving the ball, Alonso immediately transferred the ball to Pedro again.

In an instant, the entire French penalty area was in a state of panic. Evra and Toulalan surrounded him one after another, and Villa, who had just arrived, was stared at.

Seeing that the opportunity was about to be exhausted, Pedro had no time to think more. Recalling the feeling of the previous goal, he quickly hit the ball with his right foot.

"boom--"

But this time he did not call upon the gods.

The ball flew quickly towards the goal, and just as it was about to pass the goal line, it was steadily caught by a pair of big hands.

"Charles fell in the Spanish half during the header just now... Pedro's shot was very threatening, but facing Lori who was already in great form... Oh - the French team is in great danger!"

"Charle was knocked to the ground by Pedro's elbow during the header. He was in a very bad state and his mouth was full of blood."

After a while, Charles barely leaned against the goal post.

Casillas, who was closest, hurried over and couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this scene.

"Referee - referee -"

Weber ran over quickly, and Pedro, who was still immersed in disappointment, looked back and saw Charles leaning against the goalpost to rest with his eyes closed, his whole body as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Domenegue on the sidelines no longer had his previous arrogance. Like a defeated rooster, he knelt on the ground in despair.

"God, Joan of Arc, Charles de Gaulle, Napoleon, Marie Curie, Louis XIV, Marie Voltaire... whoever it is, please bless Charles!"

"Domeneg has been superstitious about astrology for many years and has been a little careless about these things. If possible, please put all the sins on me and give him all the luck and beauty!"

“Team doctor…Team doctor…whether it’s ours, Italy’s or Chelsea’s, please get up here quickly—”

The assistant coach rushed over, Domenegue's eyes were filled with tears, "Don't pull me up..."

"No," the teaching assistant put the chair next to him, "This one is custom-made. You'll be more comfortable kneeling on it. After all, there are still 50 minutes before the end."

Domenegue's eyes widened.

The assistant coach continued, "It's okay. I'm here during the halftime break. I will definitely convey your intentions completely."

"Don't worry, I have fully understood all the tactics. I will firmly require all the players to pass the ball to Charles' feet. If you can't pass with your left foot, then use your right foot. If you can't pass with your right foot, then use your left foot. If you can't see him, then pass the ball to the feet of someone you can see!"

Go against Tiangang!

Domenegue watched helplessly as the assistant coach tugged at the tactical notebook in his hands, his knuckles turning white from the grip, but he still refused to let go.

But he was too embarrassed to take back what he had said.

All he could say was, "This chair isn't pious enough..."

The assistant teacher immediately pulled Domenegal up and said with a smile, "I have asked the local priest to sprinkle holy water on him. He is absolutely pious."

On the field.

The team doctors from Chelsea, France and Italy drove away all the other players surrounding Charles.

An anxious Benzema stared at Pedro fiercely.

He has now figured out how to use the instruments he left in Real Madrid's tunnel.

Charles is still receiving emergency treatment from the team doctor.

His teeth were fine, it was just that his tongue hit his teeth, and it was like he was biting his tongue to commit suicide. The pain made him faint.

Fortunately, he jumped high just now, otherwise it would have been very difficult if he had been hit on the temple.

On the other side, the referee Weber walked straight towards Pedro after discussing with the linesman for a while.

The players who were originally surrounding him dispersed.

Neither Iniesta nor Xavi wanted to defend him.

Even Villa, who had just joined the team, turned and walked away.

Weber was getting closer and closer. Pedro looked around and finally lowered his head in resignation.

"Red card! The referee showed Pedro a red card. Now Spain has to face a 10 vs. 11 situation."

"From the replay just now, Pedro's action of raising his hand was completely unnecessary and it was also a dangerous action, so a red card is completely reasonable."

"But the current situation is not particularly passive for Spain, because Charles is now off the field for treatment. The two sides still have the same number of players. There are less than five minutes left in the first half of the game."

"Charles' injury looks very serious. If he still can't play after treatment, it will be a serious blow to the French team."

"With Spain playing one man short, France can be without anyone but Charles."

"The match on March 3th proved this point. Without Charles, the French team was a mess, fighting on their own and sleepwalking throughout the game."

All the spectators in the stands were silent.

Apart from the stunned Spanish fans, the French fans were the ones who were most hurt.

Are they really so unlucky that they once again made it to the World Cup final, and after having to accept Zidane's departure and getting the biggest medal of failure - World Cup runner-up, are they going to repeat this script again?
Will they repeat the fate of having their core players leave the field and be the runner-up in the World Cup?

Guardiola, Wenger and Ancelotti jumped up.

Ancelotti slapped his thigh angrily, "Pep, look at the players you coached, they actually use such moves when competing for the ball!"

Wenger couldn't help it. "My players would never do such a thing. If Charles really had a problem and his career was affected..."

"I never taught him like this!" Guardiola was about to explode. "I never meant to let the players waste people. Damn it, wasn't Pedro very obedient when he was in the club? He must have been taught badly by Bosque!"

"How could he be like this..."

Cruyff sighed and pulled all three of them back to their seats.

"Okay, Ciel will be fine."

Ancelotti continued, "There must be something wrong with you. If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked. Otherwise, he is dissatisfied. From his celebration, you can tell that he has not wanted to be a substitute for a long time, and then you didn't notice this... Who knows if he did it on purpose... Do you know how important he is in my new plan?"

(End of this chapter)