It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 326: Samba Army and the Chosen Gaul (Part )
"Lori once again defuses Brazil's attack. From the start till now, all the players on both sides have been giving their all. This is a friendly match, but the atmosphere is more like a front-line battlefield where a gunfight has just ended, full of solemnity and heaviness."

Although France has not scored a goal and the two sides are tied temporarily, French fans are convinced that as long as Charles is on the field, the victory will definitely be theirs.

That is to say, Charles is currently in the midfield, a little far from the goal, but the only question in this game is how many goals Charles can score.

Will France lose?

If they had more familiar faces on the opposing Samba Army, they might have had this concern, but now, the only worry is that these kids will not lose their interest and love for football.

Oh, what a poor child.

Menezes waved his hands frantically on the sidelines, but this is the reality and it will not change because of your will.

He wanted to call Renato to his side and give him some advice, he wanted Hernanes to organize the attack, and he also wanted Luis to choose a good position and not be too aggressive...

He had a lot to think about, but he didn't have much time left.

On the field, France's attack started again. Menezes stood there like a lonely nail, staring blankly at the No. 10 player in the blue jersey.

For some reason, he always had a premonition that he would deeply regret his inability to do anything at this moment after the game.

On the field, Charles still firmly controlled the rhythm in the midfield.

Looking at the Samba Army who were already somewhat conservative, Charles decided to slow down the pace a bit.

Sometimes, going slower is the way to going faster.

The ball slowly calmed down under Charles' organization and arrangement, but the cheers and shouts from the scene did not cool down at the same rate.

The Samba players, who were originally a little timid, became like snakes that felt the warmth of spring and ended their hibernation after Charles took the initiative to slow down the pace, poking their heads out of the soil, ready to move.

Seeing this, Ciel also realized that his technique was effective.

More haste less speed.

He decided to tease the young players of the Brazilian team for a while longer.

Soon, they could no longer bear it and became unusually active, and Charles immediately increased the pace.

In the 29th minute, the French team launched a quick attack in the frontcourt. After receiving the pass, Charles immediately passed the ball to Ribery.

Since Charles was converted into a striker, he has rarely returned to midfield.

But today, Charles returned to the midfield again and was still able to perfectly control the rhythm of the midfield, and his threat did not decrease at all.

Although Charles passed the ball to Ribery, the Samba Army did not relax their vigilance against him.

The moment Ribery received the ball, Renato's subconscious reaction was to look at Charles. After making sure that Hernanes and Elias were guarding Charles, he devoted himself to preparing to press Ribery.

Ribery stopped the ball and quickly remembered Charles' instructions not long ago. Then when Renato was about to rush in front of him, he kicked the ball into the penalty area.

Benzema received the ball steadily, Luiz defended and retreated at the same time, but Benzema was determined to break through him.

With a few flicks and a few taps, Benzema quickly succeeded in summoning the gods, and the one he summoned was himself, who was known as "White Ronaldo" back then.

In an instant, the defense line that Luis wanted to form was directly broken by Benzema, and Santos hurried back to make up for the defense.

Ribery and Malouda rushed towards the goal at the same time on both sides. I don't know whether they wanted to cooperate with Benzema or just prepare.

Just when he was still thinking about whether to rush directly to the goal, fall to the ground and shoot to expand the defensive area or choose to steal the ball, he soon heard the head coach's roar in his ears.

"Thiago, what are you hesitating about? Are you pregnant and can't run anymore?"

Santos just rushed forward, but the enemy will never stand still and waste opportunities.

Benzema kicked the ball, Cesar stared at the ball, and the moment the ball came, he pushed the ground and dived sideways.

Benzema felt something was wrong as soon as he kicked the ball.

His summoning experience card has expired!

Cesar missed the shot, but Benzema's shot also hit the goal post.

Ribery and Charles accelerated into the penalty area at the same time. Luis, who had just been overtaken by Benzema, also turned around and joined the battle.

Charles glanced at Louis.

He has observed that although he and Suarez both have the "Luis" in their names, this Luis should not bite anyone!

Ribery quickly saw Charles' figure in his peripheral vision. The next second, he had an idea, changed direction, slowed down, and prepared to block the positions of other players.

At the same time, Louis quickly noticed Charles beside him, but this time, Charles didn't need to ask for help. As soon as he met him, he accelerated and killed him completely.

After passing Louis by a body length, Charles finally approached the ball near the front point, stepped in front of the ball with his left foot, and then rubbed the ball with his right foot.

Cesar quickly got up from the ground.

He didn't need to see how Charles shot the ball, just by looking at this face, he knew that a huge challenge was coming!

Everyone sprinted towards the goal, but the ball was always one step ahead of everyone.

Cesar rushed towards the upper left corner of the goal in a panic. Even though he stretched out his arms, the ball finally brushed past his fingertips and went into the goal!
Louis, who was originally following behind Charles, almost hit his teeth on Charles' shoulder. Fortunately, he blocked it with his hand when he was about to hit him, otherwise he would have experienced what "human shoulder delicacy" is like.

"Charles controlled the tempo in the midfield and launched a quick attack after noticing that the Samba Army's defense was loose."

"Ribery received the pass from Charles and immediately passed it to Benzema. Luis had no resistance in front of Benzema... Benzema shot, the ball hit the crossbar and bounced out."

"In the frontcourt full of flowers and colors, the French team finally showed their true fangs and foreshadowing."

"David Luiz thought he could clear his name, but unfortunately, he encountered a monster even more terrifying than Benzema just now."

"How many steps are needed to score a goal? Chase, tie, overtake, shoot. Charles told everyone that it only takes these four steps to score a goal."

“Maybe that’s why Blanc asked Charles to return to midfield.”

"It only takes a small introduction to create such an exaggerated foreshadowing. If Charles were to reveal his true face, no one knows how much of a shock this group of young people would feel."

"Although these young men are about his age."

The Samba Army was in confusion.

Although they were only one goal behind, the impact they suffered did not occur in just a few seconds.

The French team didn't just score one goal, but they were full of pressure from the beginning of the game.

The brief breathing rights they had were given to them by Charles on his own initiative.

How can this not make people despair?
But the French team, playing at home, will not be sad at all. They are so happy that they can't wait to be happy.

Benzema was a little embarrassed, "Actually, I was careless with that goal."

Ribery smiled but said nothing.

Charles nodded seriously. Benzema continued, "Did you watch my game? I scored a goal!"

Ribery turned around quickly and Malouda couldn't help but cover his face.

Ciel immediately gave a thumbs up, "How did you do that?"

……

The game continues.

After the restart, Hernanes made a straight pass in the frontcourt, Pato got the ball in front of the penalty area, created a gap and shot hard, but the ball went over the crossbar.

"The Samba Army is still thinking about resisting, but unfortunately, the goal of the Stade de France is not interested in their ball today."

"Goal kick for France...Lori lobbed the ball to the midfield, Charles won the header, France quickly counterattacked, and Charles blew the horn of attack."

"Charles carried the ball forward, while Malouda, Benzema and Ribery rushed towards the Brazilian goal at the same time. Three ghosts knocked on the door."

"Lucas failed to intercept, Charles passed the ball directly to Benzema, Benzema dribbled past the defense, Hernanes intercepted the ball in the midfield, raised his foot too high, and kicked Benzema in the chest... Benzema fell to the ground in pain, and the referee blew the whistle."

"Hernanes committed a serious foul, the referee directly showed the red card!"

Hernanes wanted to make some excuses, but the referee remained unmoved. Soon all the anxiety on his face was replaced by regret, but this still could not change the fact that he was sent off with a red card.

Menezes looked at Hernanes who was slowly walking off the field with a gloomy face.

He returned to his seat on the bench.

Hernanes sat down in the empty seat on the bench anxiously.

"Boss..."

"Anderson, do you know what a stupid thing you just did?"

Turning around, he looked at Hernanes.

"I..." Hernanes looked regretful, "I'm sorry, boss, I was too anxious."

"We didn't have much control in the midfield to begin with, and now we're one man short. The rest of the game is totally out of the question. You're 25 years old now, you're too anxious. If Charles were you, would he do the same thing as you did?"

Menezes said earnestly.

He didn't know whether Anderson had listened to him or not, but he also wanted to be like the coach next door and find a strong man who fell from the sky.

Charles rushed to Benzema.

"Karim, Karim! Are you okay?"

Benzema lay on the ground, dying, rolling his eyes, holding his chest with both hands, looking half dead, "Ahem... I don't think I'm going to make it anymore..."

The referee, who was standing aside and was about to call the team doctor to come on the field, almost screamed in fright when he heard this.

Charles was stunned.

"Karim...you're going to be fine..."

“No, I’m busy,” Benzema gasped.

"What's the matter?" Ribery quickly recalled the saddest thing in his life. He knelt on the ground and held Benzema's hand, as if he was about to die and was telling his last words. "Do you need me to help take care of your girlfriend?"

"Go away!" Benzema immediately came to life, "I just wanted you to promise to watch my new highlights."

"So you need us to help you take care of your girlfriend?"

Malouda said with a smile.

Benzema pouted and said nothing.

Charles stood up quickly, then reached out to pull Benzema up, "Are you really okay? I won't take care of your girlfriend."

"Get out," Benzema pushed Charles with a smile.

"Then I'm leaving," Charles handed the ball to Benzema, "You take the penalty."

"Really give it to me?" Benzema couldn't believe it and finally returned the ball. "Forget it, I'll give it to you. If I miss the penalty, Blanco will eat me up."

Charles took the ball, tossed it a few times in his hands, put it back on the free throw spot, and started backing away.

Cesar quickly directed the formation of the human wall.

In his impression, Charles's set-piece success rate is very high.

As one of the current top goalkeepers, he has studied the penalty kick habits of these top players, but again, it is really too difficult to defend.

With the referee's whistle, Charles, who had taken several steps back, began to run and accelerate. When he was halfway through the distance, Charles looked up again to determine the position of the human wall.

Cesar, looking forward through the gap in the crowd, happened to see Charles' eyes.

"boom--"

The next second, Charles came to the ball and kicked it with his left foot.

Like a gunshot, the ball cut through the sky and quickly reached the penalty area after bypassing the human wall.

In an instant, the players who were originally arranged in a relatively neat manner immediately scattered. Diarra, who was stationed in the penalty area, stood out from the crowd and rushed to the penalty spot with purpose.

The moment he arrived, the ball reached the penalty spot exactly.

Without any adjustment, Diarra easily received the ball and kicked it past the defense.

Cesar turned around, and just as he was about to make a save, the ball arrived first and flew into the goal.

"France takes a free kick in the frontcourt, Charles takes the penalty, Diarra shoots near the penalty spot and the ball goes in, France 2:0 Brazil."

"After opening their account, France started to collect the second goal."

"As soon as Charles kicked the ball out, the French players began to move in a well-trained manner to attract or distract the Samba Army's defensive players."

"The ball made a perfect arc in the air, bypassed the wall of players, and accurately found Diarra who rushed to the landing point in the first time."

"No adjustments were needed, because Charles's shot was just right in terms of power and position. If I had taken the ball, the result would have been similar... Of course, Diarra's contribution was also indispensable!"

"Maybe one day, the Selecao can break the record of not winning against France, but that day will definitely not be today."

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