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26, not enough!

The final match of Ligue 1 began one hour before the city of Rennes in northwestern France.

Lyon striker Lacazette, who had just arrived at the Lorient Road Stadium, was asked a question by a reporter who was greeted:

"Alexander, do you have anything to say about the declaration of Metz player Chen Hao a week ago?"

Lacazette's face was expressionless:

"I've answered many times that football is played by both feet."

Before the reporter could ask again, he had put on his headphones and walked quickly to the court.

The moment he walked into the locker room, he couldn't help but punch the wall.

Damn it!

Lyon's season was originally smooth, but since entering 2015, the team's condition has inexplicably fluctuated. The league championship that was about to be won was snatched by Paris Saint-Germain, who came from behind, and could only rank second by 6 points.

That's fine, his 27 goals have always been ranked first in the scorer list. Even if he wants to catch up, he is obviously unable to do so. However, but... The young boy from Metz, who came out of nowhere, actually wants to steal the honor of the league's Golden Boot in the last round of the league?!

Lacazette clenched his fists viciously, and his heart was filled with infinite motivation.

In this game... I have to score a goal!

One is not enough, then two!

I, Alexander Lacazette, even if I shoot my legs and lose consciousness today, I will use a goal to smear your kid's face!

-

"pretty!"

After guessing the coins, Metz's captain Maluda walked towards his teammate with a chuckle.

He showed Chen Hao a white teeth and threw the football over:

"Chan, I guessed wrong, so we kicked the ball first."

Chen Hao stretched out his feet and gently removed the ball:

"Do you want to guess again? Can I kick this ball in?"

Maluda spitted, then laughed:

"I'm not fooled!"

-

"Friends, thank you for opening our live room at 3 a.m. What you see now is the final battle of the 2014-15 Ligue 1, with Metz playing against Lille at home."

Huang Chaoran sat upright in his live broadcast room again.

Guest Li Jinyu is still sitting beside him:

"As a newly promoted team, Metz has performed very badly in most games, and has been deeply trapped in the quagmire of relegation in the past 20 rounds. Head coach Cartier was once in danger of being dismissed. Fortunately, Chinese young player Chen Hao was ordered to win consecutive goals with a close madness. As of this game, Metz's ranking in the standings had risen to 18th place. As long as he tied this game, he could maintain his current ranking.

Lille is in the opposite situation with Metz. Before the 30th round, they have been performing quite well, forming a championship echelon with Paris Saint-Germain, Lyon, Marseille and Monaco for a while, but they seem to be a bit weak in the last few rounds. They are currently only ranked tenth and are in the carefree mid-level position."

"drop!"

Huang Chaoran stared at the live broadcast screen and naturally began the formal commentary:

"Okay, the referee whistle sounded, Metz kicked off, Chen Hao shot directly!"

After less than two seconds of pause, his voice rose octave again:

"The ball has entered! Metz's first record!"

-

"Damn it! Why are there so many people today!"

When the game was about to begin, in the stands at St. Sefferen Stadium, Mo Xiaohao and his friends were still looking for seats in panic.

In the recent rounds of home games, he came to the scene without falling, but he never saw the stadium crowded with spectators.

This made him obviously not very adaptable, so he couldn't find his seat for a long time.

"Finally found it, it's this row!"

He checked the seat number of the ticket again, struggled to separate the crowd, and moved towards his position with difficulty.

After finally squeezing out a corridor, he felt a huge shadow before he could sit down!

"Wow!"

Accompanied by a huge cheer, the fans around suddenly jumped up!

Then there was a shout in unison:

"Chen!Chen!Chen!"

Mo Xiaohao jumped onto his seat suddenly, swept towards the arena with eager eyes, and saw the crimson figure!

No. 33, Chen Hao!

He stood in the middle of the stadium, stretched out his arms and waved upwards to more than 20,000 fans in the stands around him.

not enough!

not enough!

The applause...is not loud enough!

This cheer...is not fierce enough!

-

"The team with Chen Hao is equivalent to leading 1-0 at the beginning!"

Li Jinyu was amazed.

Huang Chaoran said:

"I'm afraid there is only one way to stop him from scoring the goal at the beginning, that is, to deliberately lose when guessing the coin, so as to grab the kick-off right at my own feet!"

The two commentators laughed at the same time in a tacit understanding.

"In less than two seconds after the game started, Chen Hao scored his 22nd league goal this season, only 5 goals away from Lacazette, who is the first in the scorer list!"

Only 5 goals gap!

He said so righteously, and it was natural that most of the audience seemed to think it was right.

Yes, there is only a 5-goal gap, what's worth worrying about?!

-

Although Lille is also considered a veteran team in Ligue 1 and won the double championship in the league and the Cup four years ago, Lyon seems to be slightly inferior to the wealthy Paris Saint-Germain or the Marseille with a deep foundation, which can be seen from today's big roster.

Let’s take a look at their bench. Apart from one goalkeeper, there are only two substitutes!

You can probably imagine why they performed poorly in the second half of the league.

The sudden outbreak of injuries in 2015 even made them unable to make up a 18-person roster!

Relying on this broken lineup, they were swept 4-0 by Marseille and humiliated by Paris Saint-Germain 6-1. Even Saint-Etienne and Toulouse in the relegation zone scored three points on them.

In the 35th round of the league, there were only 6 people left on their bench. In the 36th round, another accidental injury was caused. By the end of this battle, they had only three substitutes left!

How embarrassed are their lineup?

The right back Korsha, who is only 176 tall, acts as the center back, and none of the four midfielders exceeds 175 - Gayer 174, Mawuba 172, Buffal 170, and Balmont has only a pitiful 168!

Such a lineup, standing in front of Chen Hao, who is 1.82 meters tall and weighs 78 kilograms, even if he really defends himself, he can easily knock it away, right?

As expected, let alone they defended Chen Hao, Chen Hao even easily completed the interception from Buffal's feet!

Buffal, who is flexible in dribbling, is the best in Ligue 1 this season. He is also called "Another Hazard" because of his similar style. However, when he weighs less than 60kg, he actually tried to pass one-on-one against Chen Hao's defense!

Chen Hao just leaned against his body gently, and before he even used force to collide, the opponent lost his balance and instantly lost the ball!

He immediately turned around and stuck his position, then drove the ball and rushed into a group of midfielders with an average height of 170 without any scruples!

Unreasonable crush!

Geyer, who was relatively strongest, didn't stop Chen Hao for ten meters. He was about to rush into the penalty area, so he could only grit his teeth and kick, but Chen Hao grabbed it in front and completed the shot!

A trick-free shot!

Korsha, who is 1.76 meters tall, is from a full-back. Faced with such a fierce shot, his first reaction was not to block the gun hole without hesitation, but to shrink his neck without hesitation and turn his whole body over!

Don't kick me TMD!

He roared wildly in his heart!

This is the last round of the league. Tomorrow is a leisurely holiday. TMD, don’t shoot me!

Can you get 6 or 7...what does it have to do with me?

The strong wind blew across the penalty area, but Korscha felt relieved.

He saw that his goalkeeper had spread his hands and kicked the grass helplessly.

Scoring a goal...it's that simple!
Chapter completed!
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