French time, at 8:45 pm.

The Lorient Road Stadium in Rennes is still brightly lit.

The showdown between Rennes and Lyon just ended the first half, and the score was still the initial one.

"Hosh, hosh..."

Alexander Lacazette took a few breaths and followed his teammates into the player channel.

He was the most active in the first half, but like his goal efficiency throughout 2015, he seemed to have forgotten to put on his shooting boots in the first 45 minutes.

That's right, he is the number one scorer in Lyon. He scored 27 goals in the first 37 rounds of the league, making him the hottest super scorer in Ligue 1 at present. Even Ibrahimovic and Cavani of Paris Saint-Germain are far from reach.

But... everyone knows that among his 27 league goals, there were 12 penalty kicks!

His shooting accuracy in sports wars is not as efficient as he imagined!

"Alexander, take it easy, you were excited in the first half, which is great, but remember our overall tactics and don't lose your position easily."

Head coach Christoph Galtier reminded him that he wanted the striker to calm down.

Lacazette nodded first, and then suddenly asked:

"How is that guy?"

Although his problem is unintelligent, his teammates and coaches are clear about it.

But no one answered him.

Lacazette raised his voice slightly:

"How many goals did that Metz's Chinese guy... score?"

Galtier sighed and signaled the assistant behind him to answer his question.

The coach said in a low voice:

"Mes has scored 4 goals in the first half, and that Chinese Chen... has completed all four goals..."

The corners of Lacazette's eyes seemed to twitch, and the expression on his face became a little complicated.

Four goals... only 2 goals were missing than myself!

Looking at the uncertain face of the team's top star, the coach still didn't tell him another news:

In order to stop Mess' No. 33 player, Lille's midfielder Gayer has already left the court with a red card!

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Metz at the same time.

Over the St. Sefferen Stadium, the Metz song is resounding through the sky.

And in the home team's locker room, the coaching team is surrounding their No. 33.

Chief female team doctor Andre Marie just took off the testing instrument from Chen Hao's right foot, and head coach Cartier couldn't wait to come over:

"How is it, Doctor?"

Mary shook her long golden hair and patted Chen Hao's ankle hard:

"It's just a little scratch, little guy, such a flying shovel didn't kick off your ankle! Your body is like a bison!"

Because the wound was touched, Chen Hao grinned and took a breath:

"Doctor, I want to complain to the Doctors Association that as a doctor, you actually cursed your patient's broken leg!"

Mary, who still had charming expressions, patted her chest with a "very scared" expression. In this midsummer with hormonal thrills, it triggered a fierce and magnificent wave...

Assistant coach Sebastian Muert advised with some concern:

"Chen, this game has been won, we don't have to work so hard..."

Before Chen Hao could refute, Muet was stopped by the head coach.

Cartier first asked Mary:

"Doctor, are you sure it's just a little skin trauma and it won't affect the next game?"

Mary curled her lips:

"My reputation in the field of French medicine is more resonant than in the field of football. Don't worry, there is no effect except that the skin on the wound will feel tingling."

Then Cartier turned to his assistant:

"Sebastian, when you recommended him to me, he praised his desire to score goals. Now it's just a little scratch. Do you want him to give up his pursuit of goals and honor?"

Muert glanced at Chen Hao with a normal expression, shrugged and sat down:

"Even if you don't take this league Golden Boot, the whole world has seen your talent and talent..."

Feeling the stinging pain of the team doctor applying medicine to himself, Chen Hao not only did not grin and gasp, but instead laughed happily:

"Why should I give up my honor at my fingertips?"

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Lille goalkeeper Vincent Nyema is destined to be the most tragic figure in this game.

The first goalkeeper of the Nigerian national team was once a celebrity in the entire football world. Because in the 2010 World Cup, in Nigeria's match against Greece, Nyema, as the goalkeeper, let the opponent's forward drive the ball to the goal, but he still leaned on the post with a calm look on his face and thought about his life. Even if the goal was broken, he still didn't care at all, so he was nicknamed "The Emperor of Calmness" by Chinese netizens.

But no matter how strong his psychological quality is, even conceding four goals in the first half would never be able to be as mentally as usual.

After only 6 minutes in the second half, his teammate gave the opponent a free kick.

There is no doubt that the No. 33, who was in a hot state, once again stood at the free throw point.

Through the wall, Chen Hao glanced at Enyema from afar, but did not take the goalkeeper seriously.

Enyema has an extremely obvious weakness. He is only 1.82 meters tall and is very bad at shooting from high altitudes. Chen Hao's shot aiming at a dead corner... He has almost no way!

Even if he could judge the right direction in less than a second, he could not block the blind spot at the top of the goal!

The width of the goal is 7.32 meters, and the goalkeeper generally will not stand in the middle position, because no one can move to 3.66 meters in less than a second. They generally let their own walls block one angle, and they wait for another angle.

The choice left for Chen Hao is often very simple. He just needs to swing his left foot and then rub an arc without hesitation!

The ball swirled and flew up, easily bypassing the wall of Lille's average height of less than 1.78 meters, and once again accurately brushed the beam and flew into the net!

5-0!

He scored the fifth goal of the game!

It's only one goal away from the 27 goals of the Ligue 1 Golden Boot!

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Damn it!

You can't let him step on us to get the league golden boots!

How can we be his stepping stone?!

Even if he is called a foul and sent off with a red card, he must not be allowed to shoot this time!

Fight with him!

Lill's players were already filled with these thoughts, and they could only see Chen Hao holding the ball in their eyes.

When Chen Hao appeared in the visiting team's half again, four players rushed over at the same time!

Lille's defense, who had already been sent off, suddenly had a huge gap!

This is the Ligue 1, where the relaxation consciousness is already loose, and no one went to make up for the defense for a while!

Everyone rushed towards Chen Hao, as fierce as if they wanted to tear him apart!

But no one had time to touch his jersey, and the black and white shadows passed through the loose defense they built!

The Lille player suddenly stood there.

The fans in the stands were also a little confused.

Even the commentator and the guest almost forgot to comment!

Even Mess' forward Mecca couldn't believe his eyes!

The Chinese young player who never assisted in the past four games... actually gave a wonderful pass when he wanted to score the goal the most!

Mecca almost subconsciously stretched out her feet, and with her physical feeling of years of training, she stopped her teammate's passing.

The only full-back on Lille's defense line is completely parallel to him, and there is no problem of offside!

There was a gap in front of Mecca, except for the goalkeeper, the goal!

He took the ball without hesitation and inserted it into the penalty area!

He saw the opponent's goalkeeper Nyema abandoning the door and out!

He pushed his foot arch!

A cheer sounded in the stands!

Nyema's face turned desperate!

6-0!

Lille has no chance of defeating again!

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"You boy can actually pass the ball?"

Mecca hugged Chen Hao's head hard and almost roared in his ear:

"Don't you want the Golden Boot?!"

Although Chen Hao was a little embarrassed by him, he still couldn't hide his strong confidence:
Chapter completed!