"Wow, Metz replaced a new player in the 78th minute. Yes, you read that right, this is an Asian face. If I remember correctly, this is the first Chinese player to play in the Ligue 1!"

In the live broadcast room of French official TV station, commentator Ricky Chain was a little surprised.

The commenter sitting next to him was Christopher Dugary, a French football celebrity and a member of the 1998 World Cup champion. He did not give Chane face:

"Then you must have remembered it wrong. In my impression, there was a Chinese player playing in Ligue 1 more than ten years ago."

Instead of feeling embarrassed, Chaan spread his hands out of no way:

"Sorry, I must be too young. I just went to high school more than ten years ago! Judging from the data, this Chinese is less than 17 years old. In the first record of Ligue 1, he can probably rank 14th. In front of him are Zuma and Hazard..."

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Chen Hao didn't know how the local TV station commented on him, and he didn't know that his senior Li Jinyu had played 6 games in the Nancy team in 1998. He just accepted the inspection of the shoe nails and leg guards by the fourth official in accordance with the regulations, and then came out of the bench.

While running towards the center circle, he conveyed the coach's tactical adjustments to his teammates:

"Two sides are in front of the side! Strengthen the attack!"

His gestures were not difficult to understand, and even the commentator behind the screen could see them clearly.

"Mess wants to take a full-scale attack?"

Chahn shook his head, obviously not optimistic about the choice of this weak team.

Dugary shrugged:

"Do they have any other options?"

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The party who lost the ball re-teleps is of course the easiest rule.

Chen Hao is standing in the middle circle now, and the one who steps on the ball is his teammate, the main striker Modibo Mecca.

On the opposite side of the game, there are many stars from Paris Saint-Germain:

Cavani of 64 million euros, Pastore of 43 million, Lucas of 40 million, Veratti of 12 million, Matuidi of 8 million, Digne of 6 million, Vanderville of 42 million, Thiago Silva of 50 million, David Luis of 50 million...

"drop!"

The referee blew the whistle and then retreated out of the middle circle.

Mecca pushed the ball, turned around and ran forward.

Since he has fallen behind two goals, defense has no meaning to Messe for a long time. As a forward, Mecca certainly has to devote all her energy to the offense.

In addition to the two central defenders, Metz players, including fullbacks, all pushed forward together and wanted to get a goal back as soon as possible.

Paris Saint-Germain was obviously a little relaxed. They neither quickly retreated and started to set up defenses, nor immediately pressed against Metz players, but just kept the most basic formation loosely.

Even when Metz's main striker Mecca crossed the middle circle and was about to enter the hinterland of Paris, Matuidi followed him from a distance.

very good!

There is time here!

Who can give me a direct pass?!

Mecca roared in her heart.

Of course, he didn't believe that his teammates would have a good relationship with him, so he stretched out his left hand and pointed diagonally forward, signaling his teammates behind him to see the space. At the same time, he turned his head slightly, wanting to observe the ball's route and adjust his next running position.

His head was only half turned, and he heard a dull and familiar sound:

"Bang!"

Then... he saw a reunion of black shadows rising into the air!

"Swoosh!"

Not far behind the black shadow, the yellow-skinned little guy who had just appeared on the field had not even taken back his right foot!

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"Mess kicked off, Mecca passed it to Chen Hao. Chen Hao observed it and passed it to the one behind him..."

Domestic commentator Huang Chaoran was reciting the same "team line" reflexively, but his brain suddenly felt a tingling pain, forcing his mouth to correct it as soon as possible:

"Chen Hao... shot directly!"

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"Shot directly in the middle circle? What a joke!"

Chaan from France almost jumped up:

"He thought he was Beckham at his peak? He thought the goalkeepers of Paris Saint-Germain were the idiots in their country?!"

The French have always spoken very quickly, and this is even more so for those who can do football commentary.

When Chaan finished squirting in one breath, less than three seconds passed on the court.

Then he looked at the black and white ball, and it spun around on the crossbar of the home team's goal, bounced into the goal with force!

Paris second goalkeeper Docetz, who could not react and could only retreat, sat down in the net!

"Why?!"

"Can TMD enter this too?!"

More than 40,000 home fans collectively let out a huge scream, completely suppressing the scattered shouts of the visiting fans!

Amid this huge exclamation, the 17-year-old boy who had just appeared for three seconds opened his arms on the middle circle line!

The high-definition camera has long been focused and aimed at it, and even every hair on his mouth can be taken clearly.

Unfortunately, they couldn't understand Chen Hao's Mandarin:

"The show... has just begun!"

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"2-3! Metz scored a goal! Chinese young player Chen Hao, who came on as a substitute, scored his first goal in Ligue 1 in just three seconds!"

Huang Chaoran's emotions rose uncontrollably:

"This is also the first goal of a Chinese player in the Ligue 1! Chen Hao, who is under 17 years old, completed his old senior, Li Jinyu, in just three seconds, in just three seconds!"

In the chat room of the website, "666666" and various praises have already flown.

"The goal was scored in three seconds after playing, and this operation is a batch of 6!"

"Shot directly in the middle circle! Beckham possessed!"

"Mes' coaching level is really not good. Chen Hao's shooting skills were so good that he didn't let him play until the fifth round to the end!"

"This kick established Chen Hao's absolute main position in the Mets team!"

"Be the main force of Metz! He still has to go to a higher platform, such as our Real Madrid!"

"What are you doing in Real Madrid? He has snatched Cristiano shooter? Let's come to our Barcelona. Boss May personally feeds you cakes. You will have an orgasm when you think about it!"

"MMP, Alan Perrin is a waste, he is a Frenchman. Why didn't he know that there are such a strong Chinese players in Ligue 1? I would have known that Chen Hao should have been recruited into the national team in January, otherwise the national team would not have opened high and ended low in the Asian Cup!"

"Go away from the upper floor! Tell me about your sister's national team!"

Chen Zhiyuan, who was far away in his hometown of SC, was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He and his eldest son Chen Xu picked up the wine glass and raised their necks to make a cow drink.

Perhaps he was too happy. Looking at Chen Hao with his arms raised and smiling in the camera, his mother Wang Xiaoqing shed tears in irresistible, causing two old men in the family to hand over tissues in a hurry.

The voice of the commentator on the computer is still echoing:

"The first time I played in the Ligue 1, I scored a goal with the first touch, and I was facing a super giant like Paris Saint-Germain! The Chinese young player has engraved his name in the history of the Ligue 1!

Look! Chen Hao, who scored his career goal, was still not satisfied. He quickly ran to the goal of Paris and took out the football he had just shot from the net. The football... hasn't even stopped rolling!"

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Chen Hao stepped on the ball heavily on the center line and then slowly retreated out of the center circle.

He looked at Cavani and Pastore with a confused look on his face and showed a faint smile.
Chapter completed!