It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 67 Intercontinental Missile
Lyon restarted the game.

Time passed quickly and slowly, to 25 minutes, but this time Charles did not feel tired.

Claire couldn't bear it any longer. She said in disbelief, "It's already 25 minutes, why don't you leave?"

Charles looked back at Claire, grinned, and said nothing.

Ha, he took drugs today, how could he die so soon?

The ball is still being organized in Lyon's backcourt.

Boumsong passed the ball to Makon and tried to pass it forward.

But Xavi was not far behind Macon, and Lyon's frontcourt connection route was blocked again.

Macon could only pass the ball back to Boumsong, and at this time Messi quickly pressed towards the passing line between the two, while blocking the possible connection between Boumsong and Toulalan.

Boumsong had no choice but to pass the ball back to Chris, and Eto'o also pressed forward at this time.

As Eto'o stepped forward, Charles immediately stood between Claire and Chris.

The Barcelona midfield also erected an iron fence for Lyon.

Under Eto'o's pressure, Chris turned around to protect the ball and finally passed it back to goalkeeper Lori.

Now almost all the players are in Lyon's half, rushing towards the Lyon goalkeeper like a tide.

Lori took a few steps back without stopping the ball. After observing the situation on the field, he kicked the rolling ball directly with his left foot.

"Snapped--"

Iniesta and Juninho failed in the header competition, but due to his interference, Juninho's force position deviated and the ball once again fell into an area that was completely out of control.

In the chaos, Tulane regained control of the ball.

He found an opening to pass the ball in a hurry, and when he passed it to Ederson, the force was too great. Ederson didn't have time to stop the ball, and it had already gone out of bounds.

Barcelona threw the ball.

Alves took the ball thrown by the caddy, wiped it, and threw it hard into the field.

The ball was thrown into the encirclement formed by Barcelona and Lyon players. Eto'o retreated and kicked the ball with the outside of his left foot.

"clatter."

Xavi did not stop the ball, but played a pass with his teammates in a small space. He passed the ball all the way back to Valdes despite the close defense of Lyon players.

Valdes passed the ball directly to Silveño.

Just when the Lyon player was about to collide with him, Sylverinho kicked the ball without hesitation.

In an instant, the ball was like an intercontinental missile, directly crossing the midfield obstruction and heading accurately towards the front court.

Charles looked up to observe the trajectory of the ball and calculate the landing point, while Claire was like a sticky candy, holding Charles and running towards the landing point together.

Lori didn't hesitate and attacked directly.

Even though the ball was clearly closer to Lori and Claire was blocking Charles, the Lyon fans who followed the team did not dare to relax at all.

Each of them stretched their necks, grasped the hems of their clothes tightly with both hands, and dared not blink.

In two games, he scored four goals alone.

When Charles appeared again not far from the ball, it was even more terrifying than the advent of Satan.

The ball bounced up directly after falling to the ground, and Lori picked up the ball with his hands in front of Charles without any hesitation.

The ball was passed to Juninho by Lori again.

Facing Iniesta's pressure, Juninho turned around to protect the ball and passed it across the field at the same time.

Turan took the ball a few steps, found the gap behind Barcelona, ​​and kicked it directly through.

Benzema did not choose to dribble past the opponent, but continued to pass the ball to Delgado.

At this time, Barcelona's focus also tilted directly towards Delgado.

Before Alves and Marcos could react, Delgado's right foot hit the ball again.

"Snapped."

"Stop, pass, chance!"

"Benzema shot directly."

"Oh my, this ball--" Pique, Marcos and Sylvinho realized something was wrong. The three of them formed a wall. Together with Alves, the four of them made the goalkeeper feel safe.

Benzema forced a shot and the ball successfully went over the heads of the wall of people, but it also went around the wall and the goal.

The ball slipped straight past the goal.

"These two long passes behind him took less than 20 seconds, but they were just the finishing touch."

"What a pity."

Corner kick from Lyon.

Juninho stood in the corner and took a deep breath.

As the referee blew the whistle, he lowered his head and ran forward. When he looked up again, the ball had already made a death turn and went straight towards the goal.

Valdés stopped focusing on the red ribbon and held his breath, then jumped up just as Juninho drove the ball directly towards the goal.

"Snapped."

Just like a monkey picking peaches, he picked the ball easily.

As Valdes took the ball and sprinted forward, all the players retreated collectively with him.

Just as he was about to leave the penalty area, Valdes rolled the ball and Toure received it and passed it directly.

Barcelona accelerated again, and Xavi also kicked the ball out, but by the time Messi received the ball, Lyon's defender had already successfully positioned himself.

Just as Claire was rushing to get into position to defend, Charles deliberately ran slower and secretly shook off Claire.

Charles secretly shook his finger slightly in the blind spot of the Lyon defender.

Seeing this, Messi understood what he meant and kicked the inside of his left foot.

Seeing Charles' gesture, Toure also moved forward, but Charles didn't even look at the ball and just kicked it with his heel.

"brush--"

The ball was like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, stealthily and quickly passing through the crowd and directly finding Toure.

"Pass the ball with your heels without looking at the person."

"Char seems to be able to grasp the positions of all the players on the field and remember them all in his mind."

“This view is really terrifying.”

"When needed, the ball was as precise as a scalpel, passing through the gaps in the crowd and directly to Toure's feet."

Chris and Tularan were like cats with their fur standing on end. “Oh no, be careful!”

Toure hit the ball directly towards Charles.

"boom--"

Chris leaped up and tried to block the ball.

The ball flew straight towards him. Chris didn't want to close his eyes. Everything seemed like a slow motion in a movie, and when the ball approached him, it seemed to speed up instantly.

"call out."

Chris heard the sound of the ball rubbing against the air. When he landed again, he could only watch in despair as the ball headed towards the goal.

"Boom!"

Lori pushed off the ground, stretched out his left hand, and blocked the ball again.

Corner kick for Barcelona.

Toure shook his head apologetically, "It was my shot that was too straight."

"We'll have a chance to shoot him many more times."

Ciel smiled and walked to the back point.

Xavi came over and asked, "Do you want a corner kick?"

Charles shook his head, "You go ahead."

The probability of scoring a goal from a corner kick is very low. Unless you are a corner kick master, it doesn't matter who takes the corner kick.

(End of this chapter)